great-warnovel Chapter 447 Heading to Warsaw
Chapter 447 Heading to Warsaw
Chapter 447 Heading to Warsaw
The interview with Hermione slowly spread in New Paris and even further afield, with wizards talking about everything related to the girl.
Some elderly conservatives expressed concern, while others, young people who admired strength, were filled with admiration for the 15-year-old genius witch.
However, none of this has anything to do with Hermione herself. Many of the things said in the interview were not even spoken by her. Rita Skeeter is a very smart woman. She knows what to say and what not to say, and she also knows how to transform Hermione's inappropriate spoken sentences into words suitable for publication in the newspaper.
As expected of the witch Grindelwald valued, she used her intelligence to rise step by step to the position of editor-in-chief of the most important newspaper in the Malay Party.
She grasped Dark Earth's intentions perfectly, skillfully guiding the conversation during Hermione's interview and further refining the character of the genius girl to make her more three-dimensional and well-rounded in the later stages.
She is also very tactful, and will not maliciously speculate or fabricate bizarre gossip. She simply tries her best to make the interview look more professional and more acceptable to the shamans of the Malay Party based on the facts.
"But Professor McGonagall once said that she was a daring girl who was used to lying," Hermione muttered, her hands moving quickly among the bottles and jars.
She restarted her research on invigorating incense, attempting to formulate it using Adam's polymer encapsulation material.
"But you're completely different from who you were three years ago, aren't you?" The robot boy put down his newspaper and looked at Hermione.
"Your story is truly legendary. Your learning speed, the efficiency with which you transform knowledge, and even your innovative talent have all exceeded my understanding of the limits of human potential. Is magic really that powerful?"
Hermione shrugged. She didn't want to tell Adam about the Intersection. Otherworldly realms and time travel sounded far-fetched and might burn out his motherboard.
"Okay, let's just assume that Skeeter has also grown a lot over the years."
"However, I must apologize to you; my previous assessment of you and the polymer in your brain was inaccurate."
She shook the test tube, watching the small silver metal pieces inside slowly decompose.
"Previously, the old man and I both thought you had no 'light,' that you were just a machine, but now I realize we were wrong."
She carefully poured the fully dissolved solution into the beaker.
"You have light. The polymer is not a purely mechanical product. Sechenov has indeed broken through the boundaries of creating a soul. No, it can't be called a soul yet; it's just some faint light of consciousness."
The light was so faint that it was almost imperceptible without close contact.
Adam walked to the perfumer's station and watched Hermione conduct the experiment using methods completely different from chemical procedures.
"I don't understand your operation, but according to you, the working principle of the Invigorating Incense is to use the 'light' of artificial life to enhance its own abilities and resist damage."
"Yes, but your light is too weak. Although it's theoretically possible to complete the perfumery, the effect—"
The witch held up the finished bottle filled with silvery mist and fanned some of the mist towards her nose.
He shook his head regretfully: "No, too weak. I'm afraid it can only withstand a child's headbutt."
She was lost in thought when she realized that the Knoxians created the Silver Tear, which touched the realm of the gods, and that might be one of the reasons for their destruction. Sechenov, too, had stepped onto the edge of that realm, and he too soon met his demise. Was there some deeper connection between them?
"Your sniffing action is consistent with chemical procedures, which shows that at least at some stage, science and magic were not separate." Adam's focus was also quite strange.
Just as the two were talking, slow footsteps came from behind the palace.
There can only be one person coming from that direction—Grindelwald.
"Are you treating this as a workshop?" The old man chuckled as he looked at the hastily brought-in table and bottles and jars.
"If you still remember that you are the Dark Lord, you shouldn't always leave me here alone," Hermione said irritably.
She's been handling all the government affairs these days; the old man has been missing for almost a week now.
If he doesn't appear soon, the saints below will have to turn Europe upside down.
"I went to Warsaw," Grindelwald said slowly.
Hermione remembered that in the last video of Shechenuotian, he did mention that they should go to Warsaw, but he didn't specify what they were looking for.
It's not convenient to pass on the information about the Wish-Fulfilling Cup to those below. Giving the wizards vague instructions about searching for it might actually alert them.
So Grindelwald simply ran off on his own.
"Did you find anything?" Hermione asked.
"Let's go together, we should be able to catch a good show." He stretched out his hand, just like when Dumbledore first Apparated with the witch.
"Oh, bring it along too." The old man glanced at Adam sideways.
"Is it Apparition? That magic that quickly teleports you to different physical coordinates?" the boy asked curiously.
Hermione frowned and grasped his warm, soft silicone hand.
The next moment, the three of them disappeared into the empty hall.
Warsaw, a sorrowful city in ruins.
Since being invaded and occupied by the Nazis in 1939, this place has been constantly oscillating between oppressive rule and uprisings. Before nuclear war completely shattered the world, it had already been almost completely destroyed by conventional firepower.
Of the 260 city blocks, only 6 survived, and the old town was razed to the ground.
But perhaps it was precisely because this place was already a ruin that it luckily escaped the nuclear attack, making it a barely surviving haven in the wasteland era.
Beneath these brick walls and houses that have collapsed decades ago, there are countless interconnected underground passages. What started as small-scale secret tunnels used by the insurgents to hide and transport troops has gradually expanded over the past fifty years into a terrifyingly large network of tunnels, the complexity of which even their Warsaw Supreme Council does not know.
"During the summer vacation after our first year, Professor McGonagall led her students on a summer study tour here." Hermione shook her head, standing on a low hill made of ruins and looking down.
Although it is already close to October and the inland cold winds are beginning to show, lush green plants are still growing along the rocks and broken walls. Every now and then, you can see many scattered figures emerging from the ruins and disappearing in the blink of an eye. There are too many holes leading to the ground, and non-locals will quickly get confused here.
The Vistula River flows through the ruins on both banks, and the flat, expansive land remained abandoned for fifty years.
"Lossing spatial coordinates and recalibrating." Adam's eyes turned into circles. Although he didn't feel dizzy or vomit, the change in physical orientation still affected his recognition and judgment.
"Correction complete - Warsaw Ruins, one of the buffer zones between the Soviet Union and the UMNO, a neutral underground city controlled by the Warsaw Supreme Council."
"What else do you know?" Grindelwald asked.
"Searching," Adam whispered.
"After 1948, the Soviet Union had effectively lost control of Eastern Europe. The UMNO, limited by manpower, was also unable to govern the Warsaw region, where anti-German sentiment was high. It became an autonomous region on the surface."
"But the Warsaw Supreme Council and the Supreme Soviet maintained secret contact and jointly supported Experiment No. 1." At this point, the robot boy suddenly stopped.
Grindelwald glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.
"Let's go down too."