great-warnovel Chapter 478 The Flying Squirrel's Memory
Chapter 478 The Flying Squirrel's Memory
Chapter 478 The Flying Squirrel's Memory
With two weeks until the first stage begins, this is the warriors' last chance to make a final push.
Hermione sent Adam to Levi and asked him to show the boy a series of books from the database, including "Analysis of the Weaknesses of Continental Dragons," "If You Encounter a Mad Dragon in the Wild," and "Dragons' Resistance to Magic and Vulnerable Eyelids."
Without the support of teachers and the school, they were naturally at a disadvantage at this time, and Hermione didn't mind taking sides.
The fact that the first challenge involves dealing with a dragon is already common knowledge, since the roars of dragons across the Seine are almost deafening.
The arena couldn't possibly be set in the prime real estate of New Paris, where the sky is truly high. The warriors' first challenge takes place in the ruins across the river.
The UMNO party didn't even intend to drive away any random wizards who might be there. After all, if you didn't run away, your life was in the hands of fate.
Hilmi was called over by Hermione. Knowing he was in the wrong, even though he felt like he was living a life of misery at Hogwarts, he didn't dare to come over and watch the commotion.
But now that Hermione has sent a direct message, he has no choice but to Apparate to get here.
Inside the Moving Tower of Hogwarts, the enclosed meditation room transforms into a scene of blessing at the Round Table.
This place is absolutely safe; the private conversation feels like a direct exchange within the mind. Bathed in brilliant light, Hermione sits opposite her half-body.
"The Cup of Fulfillment—the fairies really dare to court death." The boy exclaimed with admiration after hearing Hermione's story.
Anyone with a deep understanding of magic will be cautious when using wish machines based on various principles. They may not be able to accurately fulfill your needs, but they can certainly cause the biggest mess.
"Therefore, this top seven tournament is just a smokescreen. Its real purpose is to cover up the unusual mobilization of the Witches' forces and, incidentally, to unite the entire magic world and launch a major war!" Hilmi concluded.
Hermione nodded: "That's how it is. In the end, we might have to fight together."
Hilmi didn't have any objections to this. He just hoped that Hermione wouldn't suddenly remember old Moody and that he would completely forget the mistake he made in his moment of pride.
"Oh, right! There's one more thing!" As luck would have it, the witch immediately sat up straight and said with a serious expression.
The boy's upper body seemed to be frozen in place by a petrification spell, staring at her stiffly.
"The challenge Grindelwald set is really dangerous," Hermione said with a sigh, completely forgetting about her defense professor.
"The first challenge is a fire dragon; who knows what awaits us after that?"
"If they were all 7th graders, it wouldn't be so bad, but Rie is only 10 years old—I don't know what's wrong with the Goblet of Fire—"
She continued talking to herself, unaware that Hilmi let out a long sigh of relief.
"Therefore, I want to research a magical device that is triggered in times of crisis to protect the safety of the students."
"Just like the escape pod the fairy gave Cedric—"
She tapped the table lightly, considering the feasibility: "But fairy crafts are too complicated and too expensive to be widely adopted. If it can be used to save the lives of wizards going to war in the future, that would be a good thing."
This was the real reason she called Hilmi over. This guy was practically the embodiment of magic and was also very good at inventing magic. Giving him this job would probably keep him from causing too much trouble.
"So that's all there is to it?" the boy muttered softly.
Hermione noticed his improper attitude and was about to criticize him.
Suddenly, the mental space began to shake, a sign that someone was knocking on the door outside.
Hermione snapped her fingers, and a piece of paper folded into a small airplane flew in.
"Is it Grindelwald?" This was a scribbled message; the old man had asked her to go to the Eiffel Tower, but she didn't know what he wanted to do.
The Dark Lord rarely seeks out Hermione on purpose, but if he does, it's always something important, so she doesn't intend to delay.
"Alright, you just stay here and think it over, and don't go causing trouble!"
After saying that, the witch hurriedly left, leaving Hilmi half-reclined in her chair with her feet propped up on the table, deep in thought with her head in her hands.
On the other side, as soon as Hermione entered the palace, she saw Pettigrew standing in front of Grindelwald, with an exquisite Pensieve placed between them.
Her expression turned serious. The appearance of this deputy director of the intelligence department meant that the investigation into the Extinction Faction's Fairy Cave had made progress!
"Is there news from the Hell's Eye mine?"
That dark mine, so deep it seemed to lead straight to hell, was rumored to contain the goblin cave of the Extinction Faction, which was precisely the target of Little Star's mission.
Grindelwald nodded and gently ran his hand across the Pensieve. In the churning silver liquid, a memory had been placed inside—clearly, it belonged to Little Pettigrew.
Let's take a look together.
Hermione, inwardly criticizing the outdated design of the pot, walked over and buried her head in it.
Just like with Dumbledore before, only the old man beside him has changed.
The two figures took shape in the ink-wash-like clouds and mist. This memory was clearly from the form of the little squirrel, and the perspective looked low and dark.
However, once the surrounding scenery stabilized, they were able to discern that they were inside a moving transport truck.
The inside of the vehicle wasn't too dark; the metal body had specially modified small windows, as it was used for transporting people.
Grindelwald and Hermione, like two tiny figures only three inches tall, hid behind the gaps between iron boxes, accompanied by swaying...
They could hear faint but steady breathing coming from inside the box.
"This box—" Hermione frowned.
I saw him last year.
That was during the defense of Hogwarts, brought by the Soviet Muggle army, which contained so-called "fallen ones," or Obscurials as wizards call them.
Muggles suppress their magical powers through isolation and darkness, brainwash them into hating themselves and wizards, and train them to be the best weapons to fight wizards.
"It seems that not only experimental subjects, but even fallen demons have been sent to the fairy cave," Grindelwald mused.
"The Cup of Fulfillment needs a wizard, both alive and dead!" he said sinisterly, making this conjecture.
"Meanwhile, the Soviet Union is doing everything in its power to send every wizard it can find!"
Hermione didn't speak, her face grim as she flew up. Through the small window in the vehicle, she saw a winding dirt road descending into the distance.
A convoy of about several dozen trucks was moving downhill in an orderly fashion.
"Is the fairy cave at the very bottom of the mine?"
Clearly, this spiraling, downward-pointing pit is the so-called Eye of Hell mine, and the fact that such a large convoy is driving into a dead end suggests that it is heading towards another world.
"Fortunately, the Muggles' actions were too large, and the resources they were transporting included living creatures, which gave Littlepenny a chance to sneak onto the train without being detected."
The sky over Siberia was gloomy and greenish, and the cold wind kept blowing overhead, making a sound like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.
Their convoy continued downwards, into the deeper darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, the clanging and banging of the chisels gradually faded away, replaced by a distant echo like a huge void. Apart from the roar of vehicle engines, it seemed that nothing else could be heard.
Finally, the truck stopped, and someone came over and opened the iron gate.
Grindelwald and Hermione, separated by fully armed Muggle soldiers, saw the vast, boundless world behind them, filled with magnificent starlight.
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