great-warnovel Chapter 475 Foreseen the Future
Chapter 475 Foreseen the Future
Chapter 475 Foreseen the Future
A week passed quickly.
During these seven short days, the Goblet of Fire, placed under the Eiffel Tower, was bustling with people, including groups of contestants who came to throw their names into the pot, as well as many onlookers.
Wizards from all over the world flocked to join the fun, making the taverns and inns of New Paris incredibly wealthy.
Fortunately, Hermione had the foresight to propose expanding the guest rooms during the early stages of construction.
After all, this is a closed city, and the tavern has only a few rooms to accommodate the occasional passing merchants.
However, when faced with larger global events, they fall short.
In the magical world, spatial distance is never a problem. Well-off wizarding families can simply have breakfast at home and then travel to New Paris to watch the game via the fireplace at noon.
But Floo Powder isn't roadside dust; production and sales also incur costs, and even Beauxbatons can't reduce it any further.
This is due to the limitations of raw materials in the wasteland era.
Generally speaking, wizards would choose fireplace travel as their first choice for long-distance travel, but they would not waste time traveling frequently. The cost of staying in an inn for a week is not necessarily much more expensive than a round trip with Floo Powder.
Therefore, for long-term events such as the World Cup and the Cup of Fire, many people choose to arrive by fireplace and then stay in a hotel room for an extended period, which is also better for the local economy.
This isn't the busiest time yet. Once the first game starts, even more people, such as Warriors fans, friends, and alumni, will arrive, and that's when it will be the most exciting.
The week-long registration period is about to end, and the names of the warriors from each school will soon be revealed by the Goblet of Fire.
Hermione was no longer going to let Grindelwald continue to live a life of ease.
She flew aggressively up the iron tower, determined to drag him out if she had to.
The heavy iron gate was violently pushed open by magic.
Hermione stormed in, furious. "Old man! How long are you going to keep playing dead?!"
"If you don't leave now, your saints will all think I've assassinated you—."
Before she could finish speaking, she saw the old figure sitting on the Iron Throne.
He maintained the same posture he had when he first met him, leaning against the armrest.
But what's truly horrifying is the long, almost splitting head in two, wound that stretches from the top of the head all the way down to the jaw.
The wound still shimmered with a hot, dark red sheen, making it look as if it were filled with lava.
"You—" Hermione frowned.
Regulus said you're alright.
The Dark Lord raised his head; his eyes looked clear, and he didn't appear particularly tired.
"I'm fine."
Hermione waved and closed the door; she was certainly not in a position to be seen by outsiders.
She walked quickly to the throne and carefully examined the crack.
It did indeed divide Grindelwald's head evenly in two, not only from the front but also from the back.
She even suspected that if she applied force from both sides, she could easily crack the old man's head open.
But perhaps what shoots out from it is pure, intense fire.
A normal person with such injuries would have died long ago, but Grindelwald seemed unaffected, and the wound was even slowly healing.
"That Aurora Messenger angered you like this?" Of course, she didn't think that the wounds were inflicted by the Aurora Messenger; the only one who could hurt the Dark Lord was probably himself.
Grindelwald shook his head.
"He did show me a bad future, or rather, not a bad one, but I just don't like it."
Perhaps because many days have passed, his emotions are quite stable now.
"I was just using anger to vent my frustration prematurely."
He looked at the girl casually: "I can't exactly throw a tantrum in front of the whole world during the Goblet of Fire, can I?"
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Hermione suddenly realized that Grindelwald's unstable mental state often caused him to lose control of Fiendfire, creating huge disturbances over New Paris. The people of the city were used to it, but the wizards who had just arrived from all over the world were unaware of it.
If the Dark Lord were to suddenly go berserk on the day of the match, it might cause panic.
The proud Grindelwald, the prideful Grindelwald, even if the situation hadn't gotten out of control, he definitely didn't want more people to see him in his wolf-fox-like state.
Therefore, taking advantage of the Aurora Messenger's provocation of his anger, he naturally unleashed a furious outburst, unleashing astonishing firepower in one fell swoop.
This was to ensure his mental stability for a long period afterward.
"You're just asking for trouble!" Hermione frowned and scolded the stubborn old man.
Even if he continued to keep the Fiery Sun on the Iron Tower, he would be more comfortable than he is now.
Grindelwald waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry, I was planning to go out today anyway. This little wound will heal in two hours at most."
This made Hermione's worries much less.
She asked curiously, "What did the Aurora Messenger show you?"
"But you should know that their predictions are extremely inaccurate, right?"
Grindelwald pursed his lips, seemingly reluctant to speak.
"That wasn't their own prophecy."
Hermione sat back in her chair and listened quietly; it had been a long time since the two of them had sat down and talked like this.
"You should know that before you came into existence, this world had not produced a prophet for fifty years."
As he spoke, Grindelwald pinched the scars on his forehead together with his hands to help them heal faster.
"The magical world once believed that Trelawney was the last and youngest person in the world to possess the Heavenly Eye."
"Until the appearance of the Aurora Messengers, they themselves did not have a third eye, but seemed to serve a mysterious prophet."
"That person has always stayed in the Arctic and doesn't interfere with anything that happens in the world."
He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling or thinking.
"And the Aurora Messengers are merely his messengers, responsible for conveying certain images he sees to the master of the prophecy."
Hermione pursed her lips: "Then the accuracy of his third eye is indeed questionable."
Grindelwald shook his head: "That's normal. Unlike your hindsight talent, most prophets' vision is unstable and chaotic."
"So he should just stay in the Arctic and not spread the false information he's seen." Hermione had absolutely no liking for this group.
"But this time," the Dark Lord said, pursing his lips.
My vision tells me that future—it really is a possible future—
This made Hermione even more curious, and she looked at the old man with intense eyes.
Grindelwald sighed: "I see that I have lost, lost to Dumbledore, the Elder Wand is his, and I have imprisoned myself in Nurmengard."
"I see that the world has not been destroyed, and the wizards are still adhering to the Law of Secrecy."
"I saw myself so weak that I couldn't even cast spells without a staff, while Voldemort arrogantly stepped on my face and easily killed me—..."
Hermione noticed the old man's despair: "Obviously, this future was a lie from the start, and you don't have to be trapped in it."
Grindelwald turned his head: "There are countless parallel lines in the world. Maybe that's not the future of this world, but it may have actually happened." The old man didn't say anything more. In Hermione's opinion, that future wasn't bad for most people. The world wasn't destroyed, and the earth was still beautiful.
But for Grindelwald, the world was better after his failure, which seemed to prove his mistake and negate his path in some way.