great-warnovel Chapter 440 The Core of the Prize
Chapter 440 The Core of the Prize
Chapter 440 The Core of the Prize
Les Invalides in Paris was originally built by Louis XIV, the Sun King, to house wounded and disabled veterans.
It is also the final resting place of Napoleon Bonaparte, Emperor of the First French Empire.
After Grindelwald took control of New Paris, it became a sanatorium for wounded wizards and retired veterans of the Fiery Warbler Army.
This place is also a military museum used for ideological education and brainwashing. These elderly and disabled old wizards explain and instill Grindelwald's ideas to the children of New Paris and the young wizards who come to visit Durmstrang.
This display features dilapidated artillery captured during the war against the Soviet Union, and ceramic power armor with its circuitry distorted by transformation magic but its outer shell intact.
There was even a giant Titan mech that was basically intact standing in the center.
The animated murals depict everything from the medieval witch hunts to the Salem massacre, and then to modern courthouses and witch hunters, detailing how they transformed themselves into mechanical non-humans to persecute and kill witches.
In another corridor, a huge, exquisitely painted mural depicts how the great Grindelwald led the saints through hardships fifty years ago to secure the honorable life that wizards enjoy today.
Krum led the New Paris Force to win the first Quidditch World Cup in the postwar era for the Malay Party, and this honor is naturally displayed in this museum to prove the correctness of their ideology and policies.
Hermione's face was as sour as she followed Regulus in.
She had thought avoiding Krum would be a good thing (that guy had gone back to Durmstrang to give a speech), but the strong shamanistic ideology here made her feel just as bad.
But the only male member of the Black family, the youngest saint, was already used to it and continued to explain it to her.
"The core of the radiance stone will also be placed here in the future, guarded by countless loyal and fanatical old wizards."
"Let's get started!" Hermione didn't want to stay in this place for another second.
The exquisite trophy was placed on a display stand protected by layers of magical barriers, but Hermione simply waved her hand and snatched it away.
"I need to withdraw—" Before Regulus could finish speaking, the golden brilliance trophy held by the witch in one hand emitted a dazzling blue light.
Embraced by countless wizarding fans, the first World Cup champion in the wasteland, its special significance allows it to withstand energy levels far exceeding the limits of its material composition.
The radiation levels in New Paris are not low. Although it has never been bombed by nuclear weapons, it is, after all, the most central area of France.
Many surrounding cities were reduced to ruins that year, and Paris only suffered some of the aftermath, which was enough to make it unsuitable for Muggles to live on the ground.
Adding to this the recent Green Light Unit incident, a small nuclear bomb exploded directly on the edge of the city.
Although a certain degree of control was achieved thanks to a large amount of anti-radiation potions and Hermione's brilliance magic, it required a lot of wizard manpower, making the city's operation inefficient.
Therefore, as Hermione skillfully began the ritual of creating the splendid core, a whirlwind, much like that in Godric's Hollow, quietly gathered from all directions.
The difference is that there is no fog; the more the wind, carrying heavy nuclear radiation, gathers, the higher the temperature becomes.
"Fortunately, the nearby crowds were dispersed in advance—" Regulus stood beside Hermione, looking at the changes around him in shock.
He and Hermione were like the eye of a hurricane, the only safe foothold in this deadly vortex.
The scorching nuclear radiation flowed like water into the bottomless trophy, making the pyroxene crystals inlaid on the golden base shine even brighter.
Hermione, now a great wizard, was no longer as weak as she was during her first-year summer vacation. She didn't even need to expend much energy on such a simple ritual.
While maintaining the core's operation, I looked up and gazed through the roof of the exhibition hall, seeing the thick dust cloud over New Paris.
Under the dark sun's rays, it looked like a thick, moldy blanket, lifelessly clinging to the sky.
A rumbling sound came from the clouds as she used her will to activate a weather spell to fight against the fairies' winter curse.
Like a swamp being stirred up, the heavy, dark green light slowly descended, and under Hermione's guidance, it merged into the trophy.
The remaining clouds were torn apart, revealing the true sky that people had not seen for decades.
Throughout New Paris, wizards dodged the radiant winds blowing through the streets while gazing up through their windows. Even Muggles, ordered to return underground, crowded at the entrances of trapdoors, greedily peering at the sun through the cracks.
That was the real sun! Dazzling, warm, but not as frightening as the black sun.
At the same time, in coordination with Hermione's actions, the huge fireball of black flames on the Eiffel Tower seemed to deflate, and wisps of fire, drawn by an invisible force, flowed into the third level of the sealed, dark palace.
The heat of the raging fire slowly subsided, while the midday sun of September shone once more on the land of France fifty years later.
The wind became clearer and the air, both cool and hot, began to flow, as if swept away by an incredibly powerful whirlwind, purifying even one's soul.
"That's about it."
As the trophy in my hand gradually fills up, the radiation levels in the city drop to an extremely low level.
Hermione twirled her finger in a circle towards the sky.
Correspondingly, a huge weather circle expanded and formed in the sky, just like in the new Hogsmeade.
Then came some simple finishing touches, transferring the power source for the Weather Mantra to the sapphire core to stabilize the output power.
Then fix the core back onto the booth.
The trophy, shimmering with tidal-like ripples, floated above the platform, a thin stream of fluorescent blue magic rising into the air.
They hold up a piece of blue sky.
Hermione then set up several more barriers to prevent these unreliable ordinary wizards from destroying the core.
"Alright, you can arrange for someone to take over the security work. I'm going back now," Hermione said to Regulus, sounding a little anxious.
She saw a large amount of fiery flames flow into the third floor of the iron tower, leaving only a small cluster of black flames burning like an eye.
Then, there was no more movement up there. She was worried that Grindelwald might have lost control and gone completely insane, so she had to get over there as soon as possible to check on him.
Instead of taking that disgusting living goblin elevator, she flew directly to the top of the tower and entered Grindelwald's palace.
The astonishing heat of the Fiery Blaze still lingered within, clearly a sign that the old man's control had weakened in the latter half of the process of closing the flames.
In the dark hall, the sunlight streaming down from the ceiling was pure and healthy.
But the person sitting on the throne in the sunlight does not look good.
The Iron Throne had completely melted, forcibly molded and shaped into molten magma, and Grindelwald sat half-reclined on it, holding his forehead, his body covered with black and red cracks, ominous flames leaking from them, looking as if it might shatter or explode at any moment.
A chaotic and gloomy atmosphere spread through the darkness, as if time and space were about to be torn apart at any moment.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked softly, frowning.