great-warnovel Chapter 498 Argument
Chapter 498 Argument
Chapter 498 Argument
Regardless, Hermione approved the entire project of the Holy Mark of the Moon Law.
This also means that the Room of Requirement, which belongs to Hogwarts Castle, will become more independent in the future and will become a center for communication among wizards all over the world.
She then delegated the subsequent tasks of expanding production and arranging rooms to Hilmi, who had a large number of magical steel golems lying idle and gathering dust in his puppet room at home, which could be modified and used for work.
He must produce enough Holy Seals to distribute to most of the participating wizards before the second battle begins.
Hermione reluctantly went up to the third floor of the Eiffel Tower. She was going to find Grindelwald, and the biggest obstacle to her going there was him.
Wizards from other schools don't have a unified belief system, and to save their lives, it's not difficult for them to have a superficial faith.
On the other hand, the Masonic Party's black wizards and Fiery Legion share a highly unified ideology, and under Grindelwald's iron-fisted rule, they do not allow for even the slightest possibility of change.
Trying to get them to believe in Hermione would be like poaching the old man's men; he might go crazy.
Hermione had just had a minor disagreement with the old man over the Wish Cup, and the two of them were now tacitly avoiding any communication, because they both knew that if they said a few more words, they might end up arguing, and neither of them wanted to see that happen.
At this moment, no outsiders came to pay their respects in the dark hall on the third floor.
Adam sat at his small table, diligently handling official business.
During the two days Hermione was away, he took over her shift. This little robot collected the Finger Witch's behavioral patterns and approved most of the documents quite well.
Grindelwald, meanwhile, leaned idly against the Iron Throne, holding a multicolored ice block that emitted a beautiful aurora in his hand. The chilling aura rose up from the warm throne, but the ice block did not melt.
The Dark Lord seemed oblivious to the cold, staring intently at the shimmering scene within the ice crystals.
Hearing Hermione's footsteps, he glanced at the person approaching, then looked away.
The hall was quiet. Adam looked up and glanced at the two of them before burying himself back in his work.
"What are you looking at?" The Finger Witch broke the silence first.
"The prophecy of the Aurora Messenger," the old man said without hiding anything.
He shifted his position on the throne, twisted the ice crystals, and projected the aurora contained within them into the air.
It wasn't a beautiful scene, but rather Dumbledore falling from the tower in the darkness, with specks of green light filling the air—the lingering effects of the Death Curse. He stared at the people outside the scene with a meaningful gaze, as if he were telling a story.
"Didn't they say that future was pretty good?" Hermione frowned. She didn't want to see such a prophecy, even though Dumbledore was already dead.
Grindelwald twisted the ice crystals again, changing the scene. This time, it was in a dilapidated and desolate tower, where a long-haired, destitute old man huddled beside a straw bed, writing a letter with scraps of the sheet.
Hermione recognized the face; it was Grindelwald.
"You shouldn't look at this stuff; it will make you even more mentally unstable," she advised.
The old madman was so angry at the Aurora Messenger that his head split in two, but he still refused to admit defeat.
Grindelwald said softly, "According to the timeline, in that future, Dumbledore would die two years from now, which is your sixth year."
"But I'll be there later."
Hermione was taken aback: "Just because of Voldemort?"
She couldn't understand how Voldemort, a mere mortal, could cause such a ruckus while both of them were alive.
"I don't understand it either," he said softly.
"So I think it's better if I win."
At least this world won't let Dumbledore be humiliated or killed by the insect-like students he taught.
Grindelwald took a deep breath and carefully put away the ice crystal; it was the only way he could see Albus.
"What brings you here?"
The unspoken understanding between the two was self-evident; they should have given each other some time to calm down and think things through, putting the conflict aside until it became unavoidable.
Hermione took out the Holy Mark from her pocket and revealed her thoughts.
"So, I'm not even dead yet, and you're already trying to poach my people?" The Dark Lord's reaction was exactly what Hermione had expected.
He didn't care what methods Hilmi used, nor did he care about the technology that allowed him to penetrate anti-apparition; he only needed to hear the word "faith" to startle.
Like a stressed cat, he slumped back in his chair, uttering harsh sarcasm.
"I've already said it! I have no intention of taking over the UMNO party!" Hermione said loudly, frowning.
"I just want to preserve the power of wizards as much as possible! Every wizard's life should be cherished!"
In fact, Hilmi had suggested that this invention could exclude Grindelwald's offspring. After all, Hermione didn't like the Fiends anyway, so letting them die would be fine and would pave the way for the future expansion of the new Hogsmeade.
But Hermione rejected the proposal. Perhaps it was because, in her days handling government affairs in New Paris, she had seen the people living in the city, who also had flesh and blood, which made it impossible for Hermione to make a cold-blooded decision.
Even knowing that she would incur Grindelwald's suspicion and opposition, she still insisted on bringing it up.
"I'm already gradually handing over power to you, can't you wait a little longer? Once I'm dead, you can do whatever you want!" But Grindelwald couldn't hear any of that at the moment, and he spoke in an increasingly urgent and impatient tone.
In his view, he had entrusted the administration to Hermione and had Skeeter conduct an exclusive interview with her, grooming her as his successor. She had no need to rush to seize power for herself.
This made Hermione angry too.
"So you're saying you're letting go? You think I care?"
She strode up the steps with an air of menace, stood up straight, and looked down at the old man.
"You're just dumping your tired-out problems on me, you selfish old man!"
"When it comes to your own interests, you get as nervous as a mother hen protecting her chicks, clucking and pecking at people in the nest!"
She gripped the armrests of the chair with both hands, effectively locking the old man inside.
"You have absolutely no regard for the lives of others. Your saints, your Fiery Legion—they are all just numbers in your hands, cold, emotionless, disposable standard wands!"
The two, who were already in a bad mood, were now losing their tempers.
"You can't tolerate anything slipping through your fingers; you're domineering and selfish like a raging fire, wanting to make everything your color, your temperature!"
Like the black sun, Grindelwald is to be the sun for his followers. Even if he dies, he will forever hang in the sky, illuminating the spirits of future generations. Hermione, on the other hand, can only be his successor. No matter how outstanding she is, she cannot shake the position of the sun!
Grindelwald glared at her, the black flames within the Iron Throne threatening to burst forth, but the Finger Witch was equally forceful, golden moonlight emanating from her body, pushing back the heat within the throne.
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
"I'm not that crazy!"
But then he suddenly softened: "Can't you wait a little longer? Wait until my time comes, wait until the matter of the Fulfillment Cup is settled?"
Hermione scoffed, "Will you wish for immortality with the Cup of Wishes? Or will you wish to become an omnipotent god and completely rule this world?"
She straightened up, looked at the old man with a disappointed gaze, and shook her head.
"I now doubt whether you ever truly loved Dumbledore."
If he truly loved him, why would he have tormented him for fifty years with such a cruel curse?
That's just possession, it's domineering, and it only shows your own love.
Without saying another word, she turned and strode towards the door.
The palace was silent except for the sound of Hermione's heavy footsteps.
It wasn't until she was almost out the door that Grindelwald's weary voice called her back.
"Wait—you handle this with Regulus—"
He compromised.
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