great-warnovel Chapter 467 What wish did you make?
Chapter 467 What wish did you make?
Chapter 467 What wish did you make?
The Finger Witch was delighted with this. The extinction faction of fairies had been plotting to exterminate humanity and eradicate magic, and the new generation of wizards had to step in!
"I have no objection."
Grindelwald clapped his hands readily: "Then it's decided! You and I will write the letter together to notify all the schools!"
"We need to speed things up!"
"According to tradition, the three-way competition should start at the beginning of the school year. We've only been delayed by a month, so we still have time!"
Hermione quickly interrupted the impetuous old man.
"They've gone around in circles, and their problem is still unsolved!" the witch said, pointing at the test subjects.
The original idea behind the three-way competition was to address the issue of them not wanting to be separated from their schoolmates.
Grindelwald replied with an air of utter certainty, "Since all six schools are coming to New Paris to compete, why don't the kids just have their classes here?"
Hermione suddenly realized that she didn't know the specific procedures for the competition that took place two hundred years ago.
It turns out that other schools would bring their best teachers and students along, and students from different schools and cultures would experience a year-long exchange and learning experience.
"Thank goodness for Professor McGonagall; I can leave these things to her," she thought to herself.
"Alright, kids, go and rest now that you've eaten." Grindelwald hadn't been squeezed with so many people in a long time, and he was starting to feel a bit neurasthenic.
"Once the top seven tournament begins, you'll be able to attend classes with the other children. Take this time to rest well!"
People of all ages obediently stood up.
"Sir, here is your wand." Levi carefully held the wand in his hands; Grindelwald seemed to have forgotten to take it back.
The old man glanced at it and laughed, "Keep it, this one's yours."
Hermione was startled. This was the Elder Wand! How could he just give it away like that? But Grindelwald seemed to read her mind: "Don't get excited, this isn't what you're thinking—you'll find out later."
Hermione had no choice but to give up.
After instructing the sprites to take them away, the old man sat back on his Iron Throne and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Suppressing the Fiery Blaze must be quite uncomfortable, right?" Hermione asked, leaning closer.
"However, I used a lot of resources when dealing with the Great Mother, so that should relieve some of your burden?"
These are things that can only be said between two people behind closed doors.
Grindelwald rubbed his temples and chuckled, "Compared to that, the Wish Cup is a much bigger headache."
Hermione was a little surprised: "I thought you weren't in a hurry."
The old man always appeared to be completely indifferent to outsiders.
"Without your door knocker, I would probably be in even more trouble," he said in a slightly tired voice.
"But everything's back on track now, isn't it?" He smiled.
"Even if Little Star can't find the Fairy Cave in the Eye of Hell mine, we still have a reliable backup plan."
"Although the trip to Warsaw was not perfect, at least a solution was found."
Hermione sat back on her small throne. Although she had only been away for half a day, she felt very tired.
"Don't be too happy yet. Although the Seven-Strong Tournament is just a smokescreen, the other forces don't know that. We still need to prepare seriously."
She called Adam over, who had been silent all along, and pulled the tablet computer out from under his ribs.
He skillfully swiped across the LCD screen, flipping through the catalog to find documents related to the Three Kingdoms Tournament throughout the ages.
Should the three-checkpoint system be continued? Does New Paris have places for other school vehicles to park? Can the food supply keep up? And what about the safety of a large influx of people? New Paris is more isolated than New Hogsmeade, and suddenly there's a large influx of outsiders...
Drawing on her experience in handling government affairs these past few days, she quickly combined the historical competition procedures with a series of questions.
Grindelwald waved his hand dismissively, "I'll leave these things to you. Don't bother me!"
Hermione's face darkened immediately, but she couldn't scold him. The old man's mental state was unstable at the moment, and it would be difficult to handle if he were to break down due to the complicated political affairs.
"You don't need to do everything yourself; just delegate it to the saints," Grindelwald instructed her.
"If you don't like anyone else, just make good use of Regulus; he looks easy to bully!"
Hermione was both amused and exasperated; it turned out the old man had been watching everything.
"As for the challenges of the competition—" The Dark Lord pondered for a moment, something he was interested in considering.
He leaned back lazily in the hard iron chair: "Let's set the fire dragon as the first challenge. As long as Galon arrives, the Vesuvius dragon farm won't have any problems in that regard."
Two hundred years ago, fire dragons were often the final challenge for warriors from various schools. In an era without particularly outrageous geniuses, even the strongest underage wizard would find it difficult to defeat a fire dragon on their own.
Now, the wizards of the wasteland era have become much stronger, and even the best students can easily handle fire dragons. As for the second and third levels, his eyes gleamed with calculation, but he did not give an answer immediately.
Hermione didn't ask any questions, but instead looked at the previous information and thought about how she should arrange things.
The two fell silent at the same time, and the entire hall became completely quiet.
After a long while, Grindelwald suddenly spoke.
"If you were given the power to make a wish using the Wishing Cup, what would you wish for?"
Hermione looked up: "Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"
Grindelwald's train of thought jumped too quickly; she had lost track of him several times already.
The old man had his eyes half-closed, as if he were dozing off.
"It just suddenly occurred to me."
"If we appeared in front of the Wishing Cup at the right time, could we steal the fairies' chance to make a wish?"
Hermione immediately realized what was going on upon hearing the evidence.
Grindelwald was no longer content with interrupting the Wish Cup ceremony; he was now considering seizing the results!
"Doing this is a bit risky; we might not be able to calculate the timing perfectly."
Grindelwald remained unmoved: "Never mind that, it's just a hypothetical situation."
"Suppose you were given the right to make a wish, and the Wishing Cup could truly grant any wish, what would you wish for?"
The witch felt the old man was playing a personality test similar to the Mirror of Erised.
"I would wish for Earth's ecology to return to what it was before the Wasteland Wars," she replied casually, glancing at the screen.
"I've never seen Earth as it used to be."
This was also Dumbledore's wish, a wish he never saw before his death.
Grindelwald laughed.
"Didn't you ever consider things like 'no fairies,' 'no Muggles,' or 'no science'?"
Hermione turned to look at him: "Isn't this more like your wish?"
If the power to make a wish with the Fulfillment Cup were to fall into Grindelwald's hands, what would he wish for?
Hermione couldn't fathom the mad old man's thoughts. Would he choose to destroy the goblins? Destroy the Muggles? Or rule the world? Extend his lifespan?
Or perhaps—under the corrosive influence of the raging fire, a wish to destroy the world was made?