great-warnovel Chapter 435 Everything About Rebirth
Chapter 435 Everything About Rebirth
Chapter 435 Everything About Rebirth
Fiery flames from hell, flames that burn everything, flames that lead to the end.
The black flames, tinged with red and illuminated by a grayish-white light, instantly and utterly destroyed Voldemort's resistance.
Black blood, corpses, and living copper melted and vaporized in the scorching heat.
Souls, curses, and lightning are all delicious desserts for destroying the Great Rune.
Voldemort, at his last gasp, was powerless against Grindelwald's most potent Black Sun energy; he couldn't even struggle, his massive serpentine body writhing in agony.
He screamed in agony.
The black flame phoenix's sharp claws held it firmly in place, preventing it from breaking free. Strands of fierce flame spread along its pierced body, seeping into its flesh and bone marrow.
"Dumbledore! Grindelwald! You old bastards!"
"You are the scourge of this world!"
It tumbled and twisted in the air, feeling everything about it gradually disappearing in the raging flames.
Unlike the fiery flames of ordinary wizards, or the fiery flames it releases itself, what is burning on her now is an irresistible will that belongs only to Grindelwald.
Pain and fear, the emotions it originally inflicted on others, are now returning to itself a hundredfold or a thousandfold.
Its enormous body, nearly a hundred meters long, gradually shrank and dissipated into wisps of smoke. It tried to escape, but had nowhere to retreat and could only watch helplessly as endless flames engulfed and burned it from the small pendant.
"That's Fiendfire, isn't it? Grindelwald's Fiendfire?"
The wizards in the stands came from all over the world and naturally recognized the iconic flame.
"It seems the rumors are true. Granger has become Grindelwald's successor. Look at her Fiendfire; it's exactly the same as that Dark Lord's!"
The heat from the sky spread down, making the August air even more sultry.
Krum merely glanced at the fiery phoenix before turning his attention away.
He knew he was powerless to compete with Hermione for the heir, but that did not diminish his admiration for the girl.
Harry felt a pang of sadness when he saw the black flames, because they weren't strong enough, Hogwarts wasn't strong enough, and Hermione had to go to New Paris to learn these evil and dark magics.
"Impossible! I will never give Hermione to you!" He gritted his teeth, searching for that barely visible golden light beneath the sky ruled by the golden moon, black flames, and giant serpents.
"That's enough," Hermione said softly.
The giant serpent before them had been burned down to the size of a human, Voldemort's last essence, a lump of flesh and blood that was somewhat humanoid.
Its soul struggled within, resisting the burning flames with all its might.
If it weren't for half of the twisted, newly formed Great Rune, it wouldn't have lasted this long.
Adjusting her position, the witch spread the Fiendfire onto the Hunting Serpent Spear, becoming like a sharp arrow, piercing Voldemort's last remaining flesh and blood.
She was enveloped in black flames, which were warm and docile, and they roared as they pierced the enemy's body along with the bone spear.
The powerful thrust propelled Voldemort downwards, and they swooped down like a falling black meteor, leaving a dazzling scar across the sky.
Her goal was the small island in the center of the Black Lake, Dumbledore's grave.
Voldemort needs to die there; the old man's final regret needs to be made up for.
boom!
The meteorite fell to the ground without causing any damage; the fiery flames absorbed all the impact and then spun back into the spear.
Voldemort was nothing more than a lump of flesh the size of a head, his face barely discernible, writhing and twitching within the flesh.
The flames were still burning, seeping into the wound from the spear, but he could no longer scream; after all, he no longer had a mouth.
"Right here, in front of Dumbledore's grave."
Hermione stood up and looked at the burning chunk of flesh pinned to the ground.
"Everything he taught you, the expectations he placed on you, and all that you stole—it's time for an end to everything."
She could still detect astonishing malice in that eyeless and mouthless mass of flesh.
This guy still doesn't repent and remains stubborn.
"I—yes"—that was the final echo of his soul.
The witch shook her head, grabbed the spear with one hand, and Fiendfire burst into flames.
"It's time to end this."
First, the flesh and blood were completely burned away, and then the soul.
Its remaining three Horcruxes, all their fragments have been pieced together here, and now they should be burned to ashes, leaving no trace.
Suddenly, Hermione's expression shifted as she sensed something hidden behind that soul.
Half a Great Rune, a twisted rebirth!
She realized that the Fiery Blaze wouldn't destroy the Great Rune, but would only burn away the blasphemous and twisted traces on it. After all, it was a manifestation of the law, and even the rules of destruction could not break it.
Hilmi appeared beside him at some point, watching with great interest the last wisp of black flame, within which half of the burned symbol was spinning.
"Finally! The new students are almost all here!" he said expectantly, ignoring the scorching heat, and used his newborn power to touch the runes in the raging fire.
Like the confluence of water streams or the meshing of gears, the rules of perfect operation attract each other. In the blink of an eye, the half-symbol disappeared into the raging fire and merged into Hilmi's body.
As the last flame died out, Tom Riddle vanished from the world forever.
Hermione looked up at the sapling growing in front of the grave; it was a new bud sprouting from Dumbledore's wand.
"Look, a complete new life!"
Hilmi clasped her hands together, and a hazy, warm white light shone down from her fingertips.
A symbol that resembles a leaf or a baby's hand sways within it.
The pure energy spread, bringing comfort to both body and mind, dispelling the fatigue from the recent battle.
The moment the Great Rune appeared, the vegetation on the island in the middle of the lake began to grow wildly, and the fish, shrimp and crabs in the water also gathered around, forming a spectacular fish tide.
Hermione pondered for a moment, then took the complete Great Rune from Hilmi and gently pushed it into the oak tree in front of her.
This is Dumbledore's power; the trees that grow from his wand should enjoy that legacy.
The next moment, a rumbling sound came from beneath the earth, and the oak tree began to grow at an astonishing speed.
Gentle roots encircle and surround the white cemetery, the tree trunk grows thicker and taller!
The lush foliage burst forth from the top of the oak tree, forcing Hermione and Hilmi to leave the island in the middle of the lake and fly into the air.
There was nowhere left to stand on the entire island; it was completely swallowed up by this still-growing giant tree, which was even spreading into the water.
Hermione gently raised her hand and used gravity magic to lift the island, giving the oak trees more room to grow.
Under the power of complete rebirth, it grew taller and taller until it reached 100 meters, taller than a Quidditch pitch!
It overlooks the city by the lake, swaying its branches, like the old man returning with a new perspective.
A soft white light filtered through the leaves, blending into the entire city.
It was similar to Dumbledore's memory—the power of the Newborn Torch. Although Hermione did not choose that form, the Elder Oak brought back that power.
Children will become smarter and more magical, the probability of newborns becoming wizards will increase, there will be fewer squibs, and fewer tragedies.
He is still protecting this land and its people.
"Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! He's won the game!"
"Unfortunately, UMNO still won the exhibition match with a superior score!" The commentator's shout came from the stadium not far away.