great-warnovel Chapter 439 New Paris
Chapter 439 New Paris
Chapter 439 Return to New Paris
Grindelwald finally couldn't take it anymore.
After the opening banquet, Hermione still showed no intention of returning to New Paris, remaining motionless at Hogwarts.
He experienced life as a fourth-grade student while simultaneously directing everything in the city, guiding it to develop in a predetermined direction.
It seems she forgot that across the sea to the east, there's a crazy old man waiting for her, and a World Cup trophy to claim.
In fact, with her current strength, she is already capable of saying no to Grindelwald. That old guy is no longer able to come and capture her or Hilmi in person. The complete new Great Rune is her confidence.
It's not impossible that they could even wake Dumbledore up again and team up to fight him.
However, falling out with the UMNO party now is not a good thing, as the recently concluded World Cup has only slightly brought about a trend of unity among wizards around the world.
If the new Hogsmeade fails to deliver the Radiant Core in the first World Cup, it will immediately destroy the credibility of the new Hogsmeade.
Moreover, her current cooperation with Grindelwald is quite pleasant. When the old man isn't acting crazy, he can be reasonable. Although he's cunning in every deal and likes to get multiple benefits from a single transaction, he's generally trustworthy.
She understood Grindelwald's thinking to some extent. If the old man couldn't hold on any longer and died one day, she could seamlessly take over the UMNO party and perhaps gradually reverse this crazy and extreme force.
And most importantly, the Dark Lord, who holds the power to destroy the Great Rune, and whose madness is just beginning to take hold, should not be given too much stimulation, otherwise the old story of the South American rainforest might be repeated all over the world.
Having his consciousness consumed by the raging flames, he might be quite happy to drag the entire world into a sea of fire.
So after careful consideration, Hermione still had to go back. The old man kept coughing after the destruction of the silver chains, which was very annoying to Hermione.
"Okay, okay! I'll go back right away!"
She reluctantly bid farewell to the professor and her companions, urging Harry and the others to study hard, not to cause trouble, and to quickly complete the "castrated" version of Blasphemous King Raccard.
She grabbed Hilmi's ear and ordered him not to fool around with the twins, assigning him a whole bunch of research tasks and papers, trying to exhaust half of the boy's energy. And so, a week after school started, the witch once again crossed the fireplace and returned to the gray and white New Paris.
Even though more than half a month has passed, the city still retains the joy of Krum's victory.
Long banners read "Long live the new Paris Power," and the bakery was still selling baguettes shaped like baseball bats.
Foods such as macarons shaped like the Golden Snake.
Remnants of confetti, not yet swept away, can still be seen in the cracks between the street tiles, and the lingering smell of gunpowder from the fireworks show still lingers.
The UMNO party, an extreme and ruthless force, displayed considerable pride after winning the championship and held a rare, grand citywide celebration, with even underground Muggles probably allowed to participate.
Even after Hermione returned, the place was still filled with the lingering joy and excitement.
"This city has been stifled for too long; a proper holiday is good for everyone."
Grindelwald, unusually, did not remain on his throne. He stood with Hermione on the terrace of the third floor of the Iron Tower, an environment that was unbearable for ordinary wizards, where the raging heat could scorch even the soul.
But both of them could ignore the brilliance of the dark sun; they admired the scenery like ordinary people, overlooking the city under the heat and the gray light.
"You actually consider the mental health of your subordinates? This is unlike the Dark Lord I know," Hermione retorted mercilessly.
Grindelwald shrugged it off, chuckling, "The Brilliant Core that Krum won back will give New Paris a real sky like Hogwarts."
His aged appearance, bathed in the pale sunlight, made him look like a ghost stepping out of a funeral portrait. He still used the name Hogwarts.
Instead of New Hogsmeade, which he viewed as merely an appendage of the school.
"Theoretically, it's feasible," Hermione said.
The Malays have their own protective barrier, and if they don't intend to use the sapphire core for power, absorbing radiation and maintaining a super-large weather spell wouldn't be difficult.
"But are you sure you don't want to use this thing strategically?" the witch continued, her eyes fixed on the old man's heterochromatic pupils.
"This is equivalent to a small, sustainably usable nuclear bomb." If used defensively, at least the Soviet Green Light Force would never be able to breach the walls of New Paris again.
The old man shook his head: "In terms of efficiency in destruction, Fiendfire is more than capable."
He turned his head and looked at the teenage girl whose eyes held a hint of wariness and scrutiny.
"What the UMNO wants is not a burning planet, but a new order."
His cold words carried a hint of weariness: "I know that I am no longer able to bring about that order."
The destructive runes were embedded deep within his soul. In order to fight Dumbledore and to overcome the hope of love and rebirth, he gambled everything on the embrace of Fiendfyre. He succeeded, but he also failed.
He defeated the greatest white wizard, imprisoning him in a walking tower, but he too could never escape the burning cage. His ideals and the new order were slowly crumbling within his withered self.
"People need to see what a new life looks like, and the future I promised them should at least be delivered little by little," he said solemnly.
"You're still young, and you may not yet understand what real sunlight and clean air mean to people."
"But you should be able to get some insights from the immigration applications in your city."
New Hogsmeade receives a flood of citizenship applications every day, and the wizards responsible for verification, even with a dozen or so elves assigned to them, are still extremely busy.
Hermione looked at Grindelwald nervously: "Are you about to die? Why are you suddenly talking so kindly and warmly!?"
Grindelwald cannot die now; the pressure from the Soviet Union still falls on the UMNO party, which is actually entirely supported by the Black King.
The old man was so angry he wanted to throw her off the tower. It took him a lot of effort to put aside his pride and say what was on his mind.
"In short, you've wasted too much time. Go see Regulus tomorrow; I'm leaving the matter of the Radiant Stone Core to him!"
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, snorted coldly, and walked towards his palace.
"Hey! Are you sure everything's okay?" Hermione was still a little worried.
By unleashing a massive weather spell with the pyroxene core, New Paris gained a real sky and sun, but that also meant the city no longer needed the Black Sun, as its presence would cause the temperature to rise too high.
But Hermione knew that Grindelwald's decision to leave the flame outside instead of keeping it inside was not simply to illuminate the people, but also for the stability of his own soul.
The true form of that Great Rune is right there in the Black Sun.
If it is replaced with a pyroxene core, does that mean Grindelwald will suffer more from the erosion of destruction?
"If you go completely mad, everything you're fighting for them now will be meaningless!" the witch warned.
"It's none of your business!" Old Deng said without turning his head.