great-warnovel Chapter 495 Different Troubles
Chapter 495 Different Troubles
Chapter 495 Different Troubles
Grindelwald did not answer the question; he simply gave Hermione a few deep looks.
After that, until they returned to New Paris, the two never spoke to each other again.
Although it was a journey spanning hundreds of kilometers and connecting two worlds, when they returned, the elves hadn't even prepared lunch yet.
Hermione had no desire to spend time with Grindelwald in the dark palace and went back to her own library.
Crookshan warmly came over to snuggle against her, the warm, yellow, long fur brushing against her face, accompanied by an engine-like purring sound, instantly relaxing her.
She and Grindelwald are ultimately different.
Faced with such a precarious situation as the Wish Cup, her first thought was how to resolve it safely and with minimal losses.
Grindelwald, on the other hand, would strive to find the way to maximize benefits within a clear path of solution, even if it made the solution dangerous.
Perhaps it was the confidence brought by his Heavenly Eye, or perhaps it was his innate desire for control, but with the initial crisis of the Holy Grail resolved, he began to consider using the energy channels of Fairy Seven Villages to control the completion progress of the Holy Grail.
And they boldly challenged Lanlock II for the ultimate right to make a wish in the fairy realm.
Even though the prospect of a devastating future had flashed before his eyes just moments before, he seemed completely unconcerned, continuing to push forward with his plans.
"Are all Durmstrang graduates so fond of showing off their skills?" She thought of Krum. Perhaps that boy was imitating her, which was why he deliberately performed some unnecessary and dangerous maneuvers during the Fire Dragon Trial.
However, looking at it from another angle, it is the Cup of Fulfillment, a powerful ritual that the fairies have secretly performed for fifty years.
Ignoring the underlying principles, the energy they accumulated in their quest to exterminate all of humanity is an almost inexhaustible wealth, and anyone would be tempted to use it to fulfill a certain wish.
The lurking thorn between Hermione and Grindelwald was thus gradually buried and began to emerge.
The chance to make a wish is only once, so it can't be for Lanlock II, and why must it be for Grindelwald?
Or rather, if given a choice, Hermione would never want to see this mad Dark Lord get a chance to make a wish at will.
"If that moment really comes, should I compete with him for the Fulfillment Cup?"
Unconsciously, she brushed Crookshan's fur, lost in thought.
"But what should I wish for?"
When she was asked the question last time, she just gave a casual answer. But now, if she thinks about it seriously, it seems like there are many options, but none of them seem to be the best.
"Old man, don't give me a hard time!"
Unlike Miss Granger, who is troubled by the mission of humanity, the warriors of the seven schools are now enjoying honor and holidays.
The schedule in the large classroom is not too packed, and many of the special courses are electives, so students can come and go as they please.
This made Harry and his friends extremely comfortable these days, either giving interviews to various newspapers or bragging to their classmates in the common room. However, these good days came to an end after Professor McGonagall announced the news of the Christmas Ball.
The ball will be held in the Great Hall on the first floor of the Eiffel Tower, from 8 p.m. on Christmas Eve until midnight.
For others, it was just a relaxing and fun party, but for the warriors of the Goblet of Fire, it was not.
As representatives of the seven schools, they must have their own dance partner and appear as the lead dancer at the start of the ball.
Harry is a carefree person. He's fine with going to the battlefield to kill enemies, and slaying dragons in the dueling arena is a piece of cake. But the thought of him wearing an exquisite tuxedo, dancing with a lady while being watched by hundreds or thousands of people makes his face burn with embarrassment.
"Most importantly! Where am I supposed to find a dance partner?!"
Along with him, three other boys who were inseparable from him also wailed.
Most of the students who came to New Paris this time were in grades 6 and 7. Even disregarding the age difference, they weren't familiar with the older students.
The single upperclassmen in the grade are still eagerly awaiting their turn.
"The ball is at Christmas, and school will be on holiday by then. Maybe we can invite some girls from our grade to come over for Christmas," Ron said absentmindedly.
"Or girls younger than us would also work, since there are too few girls in a grade these days," Neville added thoughtfully.
"Don't you dare lay a finger on my sister!" The red-haired boy shook his brother menacingly.
"Hey, Draco, who are you going to invite? Daphne?" Harry turned to the platinum-haired boy who was deep in thought.
The Slytherin girl has always had a good relationship with Draco, so she probably wouldn't refuse if invited.
Draco merely glanced up at Harry and abruptly said, "You actually wanted to invite Hermione, didn't you?"
That sentence killed the game.
The lounge where the four of them were suddenly as quiet as an exam room.
They looked at each other, but neither of them spoke first.
Harry's face flushed red as he cried out, "You—you're talking nonsense! That's not true!"
But his excuses were weaker than a first-year transfiguration. After the Quidditch match, Harry told everyone about Krum's feelings, and they secretly formed the Guardians of Granger.
Although no one openly stated why everyone was trying to stop Krum from succeeding, the boys' instincts, though not particularly perceptive, still made them realize that everyone actually had some vague, ambiguous feelings for Hermione.
When faced with an "external enemy," the four can unite in hatred and stand together, but when it comes to inviting dance partners, not only Harry but the other three also have their own thoughts.
If everyone invites Hermione to a date, who will she accept?
Although Harry is a champion of Hogwarts, even if he were given another twenty years, he still wouldn't be a match for Hermione. They knew that the girl wouldn't care about strength, since none of them were as powerful as her.
For a moment, the atmosphere became eerily strange, as if everyone had taken an overdose of hallucinogens. They exchanged glances but avoided each other, unsure of what to say.
"While you're blushing and denying it, that Krum might already be on his way to deliver the invitation."
The air inside the room is too thin.
Draco pinched the Dragon's Blessing Mark on his neck and reminded him in deliberately indifferent words.
"!!?"
The other three jumped up as if they'd been electrocuted by the chair.
"You're right! That persistent Krum! He'll definitely invite Hermione! We have to stop him before then!"
"Where's Hermione! Where's Hermione! Where do we find her?!" Ron was running around like a headless fly.
Draco covered his face: "You've been in New Paris for so long, and you didn't know she lived in the large library on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Let's go! Let's go together!"
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