great-warnovel Chapter 471 Death and Destruction
Chapter 471 Death and Destruction
Chapter 471 Death and Destruction
"But unfortunately, that's all in the past."
Hermione shook her head.
The Great Rune of Death has been devoured by the higher Great Rune of Destruction, which belongs to Grindelwald.
In these fifty years in the wasteland, in these fifty years of death and destruction propelled by Fiendfire.
The Elder Wand, which had submitted to Grindelwald, was overwhelmed by its compatibility and power, and the power it contained to "guide all things toward death" was gradually transferred to the more magnificent black sun.
Although the three sacred artifacts still exist, the Elder Wand, which represents power, has been lost, thus rendering the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone, whose whereabouts are unknown, obsolete.
It was transformed from an artifact containing one-third of the Great Rune of Death into a magical creation with powerful magic.
Although they still possess unique powers far exceeding those of other wizarding tools, they can no longer be combined into a Greater Rune after being combined into three.
"So, this world no longer has death, only an inevitable end of destruction?"
Hermione murmured to herself. She had once believed that Voldemort possessed the runes of death, but clearly, no one had.
The triangular emblem of the Deathly Hallows, which originally represented the Great Rune, has been transformed into a meaningless seal. Perhaps in ancient times, the "Grim Reaper" was the original wielder of the Great Rune.
Just as she was lost in thought, Rozier finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"If you keep standing here, we might not be able to finish helping them choose wands until tomorrow."
Hermione then remembered the real reason she had come.
She smiled shyly at everyone and rejoined the group.
"I've wasted your time. Let's hurry back. We still need to go with Regulus to inspect the newly built large classroom and the dragon arena later." Her schedule was packed today.
Just then, a loud bang suddenly came from the south bank of the Seine, in the southwest of New Paris, far from the cemetery.
Everyone was startled and turned to look.
Amidst the rising black smoke from the cemetery, flames suddenly erupted from the Eiffel Tower under a clear blue sky.
The shockwave, carrying a furious energy, spread through the air, almost obscuring half the sky with fiery clouds; it could still be felt even from tens of kilometers away.
Fortunately, the surging black flames lasted only a moment, and the next instant they retreated back into the third level of the iron tower, leaving nothing around them undamaged.
Hermione almost flew back immediately, thinking Grindelwald had lost control!
At this critical juncture, if something happens to him, not only will the Top Seven Tournament be canceled, but the Fairies' Wish Cup will likely proceed more smoothly.
But it seemed that the situation was not serious. Grindelwald suppressed the Fiendfire again immediately after the eruption, which eased Hermione's anxiety slightly.
Rozier, on the other hand, appeared somewhat calm.
"Don't be nervous. Although it's not quite the same as before, everything is clearly still under the master's control."
Apart from the six children who had not experienced these things, the other shamans also seemed very calm, and they all shared Rozier's judgment.
Grindelwald always had episodes before, and although the manifestation was different this time, it was probably similar. They continued with their work, and everything was proceeding smoothly.
Only Hermione seemed worried; she knew more than Rozier and how much effort it would take to suppress Fiendfire.
"Let's take them to choose wands first."
Finally, urged by the old lady, they entered a wand workshop that was clearly a converted tomb.
An old wizard, supposedly a disciple of Grigovich, manages this place.
He wasn't as energetic as Mikhail; he was lifeless, like a dried-up corpse crawling out of a tomb.
While whittling the wood, he opened drawers and let the children choose for themselves.
The Levitra was made of elderberry and tarantula heartstrings, which suited him well, so the old wizard didn't ask him to change it.
Of the others, Zorrian chose the serpentine nerve as the core of his staff.
Branislava chose the ground bat's venom gland, Boyan the fire salamander's heartstring, Yashbik the tree-protecting bower's roots, and Metek the Veela's hair.
Rozier also gave each child an extra set of wand care tools, which earned her a lot of goodwill from the children.
Before leaving, the old wizard asked Hermione to give his regards to Mikhail, hoping that he could find his own path at Hogwarts.
However, Hermione was somewhat distracted. She was still thinking about Grindelwald's condition and planned to go back to the Iron Tower after sending the children back to see how he was doing.
However, as soon as she stepped out of the cemetery, she saw Regulus already waiting for her outside.
"I'm afraid I have to go back and check on the old man first," Hermione said apologetically, frowning. Regulus had probably been waiting for her all afternoon, and he would have to keep waiting until the inspection was completed.
The man, whose face was always pale, shook his head: "I just came back from over there."
"It's nothing serious. The master burned an Aurora Messenger who came to pay homage to him."
Hermione paused, the familiar address reminding her of the savage prophet from Malfoy Castle in her third year, who had presented a bleak picture of Hogwarts' impending doom, making everyone pessimistic about their journey home.
After the war, the prophet in the white bear skin disappeared from Malfoy Castle, and no news of him was heard again.
Hermione thought he realized he had made a wrong prediction and went back to the North Pole to live a secluded life.
Unexpectedly, this time they appeared in New Paris.
"Has he brought Grindelwald a bad future this time?"
Hermione guessed the outcome almost without even thinking.
Regulus shrugged. "I'm not sure. He went to the audience alone, and nobody knows what he showed his master, but the result probably wasn't good."
Grindelwald is the most powerful prophet; even the most sophisticated deceptions are nothing but a joke in his presence.
As for the joke, the Dark Lord wouldn't be so angry as to let out a loud fart that the whole city could hear.
Clearly, this Aurora Messenger must have made some extremely bad prophecy that hit the old man right where it hurts, perhaps even presented in the form of a visual image, which is why the enraged Black Demon King burned him to ashes.
"As long as I can control myself," Hermione thought to herself.
No matter how nasty the Aurora Messenger's words were, or even if he presented a bad ending that Grindelwald himself acknowledged, as long as the old man didn't just break down for no reason, everything would be fine.
The Aurora Messenger has already missed once, and his prophecies are highly unreliable.
"However, this shouldn't cause any diplomatic problems, right?" It seems that the Aurora Envoy often travels all over the continent, so perhaps he has his own connections.
Regulus didn't seem to care: "They're a group of people. There have been cases of people being beaten to death for making wild predictions before. It's nothing serious."
This cheered Hermione up a lot, but she hadn't expected that the Aurora Messenger was actually an organization.
She focused more on the old man; with Dumbledore gone, Grindelwald couldn't afford to get into trouble anytime soon.
At least we need to wait until the matter of the Wish Cup is resolved, and the issue of Muggles and fairies has reached a preliminary conclusion.