great-warnovel Chapter 441 Little Pettigrew Returns
Chapter 441 Little Pettigrew Returns
Chapter 441 Little Pettigrew Returns
This stubborn old man, once he makes up his mind, no one can stop him.
It was clearly not a good idea to take back the Fiery Blaze, as it would cause his mental state, which had just begun to improve, to deteriorate again. However, for the sake of his stubbornness, he still had to bite the bullet and go ahead with it.
Under the sunlight, cheers could be faintly heard coming from the city.
Whether they were wizards or Muggles, they were all allowed to run around in the streets and enjoy the real sunshine.
Even the most vicious black wizards and the ruthless Li Huojun, at this moment, are just like ordinary people, embracing their families under the sun.
Who wouldn't envy the skies of New Hogsmeade, especially after hearing from the returning Quidditch players about the dazzling golden sun and the twinkling stars in the night sky—now, they had it too.
And high above, a hundred meters in the air, the king, sitting atop the tower, listened to the cheers and gradually calmed down.
The molten iron gradually cooled, but suddenly a small stream separated out and solidified into a new iron high-backed chair slightly behind Grindelwald.
"You can sit here from now on."
The old man didn't explain much, but pinched his brow and said in a slightly weak and hoarse voice.
Hermione glanced at the chair; it looked like a miniature throne.
Grindelwald is worried!
She told herself that.
He was worried that he might suddenly lose control, and Hermione was the safety rope.
Similarly, he was also preparing to bring Hermione to the forefront.
The Dark Lord summons his subordinates here daily, and they all see Hermione, equally imposing, sitting beside Grindelwald.
Granger.
"This chair doesn't look comfortable, and I need to read," she frowned, not wanting to sit in it so soon. Just two weeks ago, she had made a big splash in the newspapers, and her use of the Fiery Blade had attracted a lot of speculation. If she were to appear openly next to Grindelwald now, many rumors would be confirmed.
"You can bring the books up to read! Don't talk too much!" The old man had a headache and didn't want to say another word.
He simply tapped the chair: "Sit down first, someone's here."
As he spoke, the cracks on his body disappeared one by one as if time had reversed, and he returned to his original appearance as a pale old man.
"She's clearly not capable, yet she's still trying to be strong," Hermione thought to herself with a dark expression, but she still walked over and sat on the still-warm iron chair.
Just then, the palace doors were knocked on, and the sound of them slowly being pushed open attracted their attention.
When Peter Pettigrew walked in, he saw the strongest man on earth whom he admired, the ruler of Fiendfyre, the Dark Lord Grindelwald!
Beside him, a smaller throne suddenly appeared, and sitting on it was someone he did not want to see.
Hermione Granger was just an unknown little girl when she last went to Hogwarts; he hadn't even noticed her existence.
But in just two short years, too many bizarre things happened. He had just returned to New Paris when he pieced together the past of this fourth-grade girl from newspapers.
That was no longer just a legend; from his colleagues' private conversations, he also learned that the witch was now in New Paris, on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower.
She is almost certainly the future successor to the UMNO party.
Other wizards might not feel much about such a future, since Hermione meets their expectations of a leader in terms of both strength and achievements. The only issues to consider are ideology and direction.
But Little Star is different; he's a traitor.
He was once a member of the raiders, and among the four, he received the most help from the other three, but was also the most mediocre.
When he took the improved Animagus technology from James and his team and switched sides to the Muscats, giving Durmstrang the means to stably train Transformers after the war, there was no turning back.
In the past, he had been proud of his decision more than once. What was so good about risking his life in the wasteland with the Order of the Phoenix?
Even at his peak, Dumbledore couldn't defeat the Dark Lord, let alone when he got old.
Although he was born of pure blood, he was not from a prestigious family, and his parents were mediocre and died in the war shortly after his birth.
He didn't think Dumbledore's views were that correct. On the contrary, in the society that Grindelwald promoted, even a mediocre wizard like himself could at least stand above countless Muggles!
He had assumed that, apart from himself, everyone else, such as James and Lily, would die as Dumbledore aged and passed away.
Along with the walking Hogwarts Castle, it was submerged in the cold wind of the frozen earth.
But fate had other plans, and the sudden appearance of Hermione Granger changed everything.
That dazzling city, and today's astonishing weather system, all make one marvel at that young woman's power.
"But she happens to be Harry Potter's friend—" Little Star groaned inwardly.
He still remembered that Hermione was sitting next to Harry at the time, and was later said to have a very close relationship with the Potter family.
It's likely that James and Lily's hatred for him will extend to the witch, and coincidentally, she'll probably become their boss.
"I am so sorry to bring you bad news on such a joyous day, my master." He knelt down in fear and trembling as soon as he entered the room, not daring to look up again.
Hermione stared at the chubby, white wizard. Behind him was a boy, but it wasn't a real person; both she and Grindelwald could tell at a glance.
There was no "light" emanating from the child; his body only emitted the sounds of bearings turning and motors clicking.
That's a robot!
He appeared to be an expressionless, innocent, and adorable blond boy, with bloodstains on his light blue shirt, making him look pitiful.
"Speak," the Dark Lord said succinctly.
Pettigrew began his long narration, while Hermione, half-hidden in the darkness, listened quietly.
It all began with the Soviet Union's secret "Species Preservation" program.
Because of nuclear war and the fifty-year-long eternal winter, the extinction and mutation of a large number of species have essentially eliminated the possibility of the world returning to what it was back then.
In addition to the continuous development of war technology, some insightful individuals within the Soviet Union proposed building a sturdy underground fortress to preserve the surviving species so that the Earth's ecology could be rebuilt after the war.
This was not a highly regarded plan, but it was indeed approved.
The fairies did not want humans to focus their energy on the future. Although the project was being promoted, within the Soviet Union, being transferred there was tantamount to exile.
The most important person they exiled was Dr. Sechenov, the inventor of the aggregate and a brilliant scientist who promoted the development of artificial intelligence and robotics.
His research did not meet the expectations of the extinctionists, who did not want humanity to break free from the boundaries they had set.
Thus, this extraordinary genius was relegated to the position of manager of the Species Bank Fortress, a logistical role similar to a warehouse manager.
It was around that time that Grindelwald was contacted by Little Star, who was the deputy director of the intelligence department.
Sechenov was a genius, and even though he was a Muggle and studied science, he held a great place in Grindelwald's heart.
Although he didn't care much about the species preservation project, he knew that Dumbledore would take it very seriously.
"If the Vault of Species could also preserve all the magical creatures in the world, wouldn't that be the best gift for Dumbledore?"
Thus, Little Star was secretly sent to the frigid lands of far north Siberia to secretly contact Dr. Sechenov, who was also exiled there, and together they promoted a "more comprehensive" species preservation plan.