great-warnovel Chapter 499 Christmas Ball
Chapter 499 Christmas Ball
Chapter 499 Christmas Ball
The consequence of this argument was that Hermione never went up to the third floor again.
The administration was left entirely to Adam, and Grindelwald remained secluded for a long time, refusing to see anyone.
However, this does not affect the normal operation of the city or even the Trophy of Fire tournament; everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.
Hilmi is working at full speed to produce as many Holy Seals as possible. The first batch will be used to arm Harry and his friends, and then the Holy Seals of the current werewolves and other believers will be modified to give them the ability of the Law: Transfer.
Then it gradually radiates outwards.
Hermione went to Regulus with Grindelwald's orders, instructing him to organize a group of quick-thinking and highly capable wizard elites and to begin attempting to convert them to a different faith.
These outrageous orders were so shocking that even the Black family patriarch himself could hardly believe his ears, let alone his black wizards. He had to personally go to the third floor of the Iron Tower to confirm the authenticity of the orders with his master.
This is not an easy process, especially in the city of New Paris. Even for quick-thinking young wizards, it is difficult to accept the fact that they have changed their beliefs in a short period of time, even if it can save their lives in a critical moment.
However, Hermione couldn't interfere; she was only responsible for giving orders, and the rest was up to fate.
Time flies by so quickly, and before we knew it, it was Christmas Day.
This year, Hermione doesn't have time to prepare a variety of Christmas gifts for others; she's arguing with the mentally ill Old Man about the safety of all humanity.
So Hilmi gave each of them a freshly made Holy Seal as a Christmas gift.
Most of Hermione's close friends and family members have a certain degree of admiration for her, and with a little prayer, they can take advantage of that life-saving opportunity.
Of course, I also received a whole bunch of gifts from all sorts of people.
The most unexpected one was the portion belonging to the Dark Lord.
The old man was sharp-tongued, but his actions betrayed him. He picked out a pure, flawless white crystal prophecy ball from the treasure vault, which could enhance the vision of his clairvoyance, making it effective for both prophetic and hindsight purposes.
However, Hermione was still angry and had no intention of giving that old madman any gifts.
The highlight of the day is the Christmas ball to be held at 8 p.m. in the UMNO auditorium.
The warriors and students of the seven schools will celebrate the arrival of the new year here, while their principal will go to the third floor of the tower, ostensibly to announce and discuss matters related to the second stage of the Goblet of Fire, but in reality, Grindelwald will announce the news of the Goblet of Fulfillment to them.
Hermione had no intention of observing the headmasters' "drastic change in expression." She and Hilmi would stay in the Great Hall, acting as mascots and stabilizing the atmosphere.
The ball was attended by a large number of people, not only students, but also leaders and celebrities from all over the wizarding world. Regulus even told her that Soviet diplomats were also there to observe the event.
They are clearly adversaries, but they still have to maintain a friendly and restrained facade, which seems somewhat hypocritical.
But in reality, the fairies and Muggles were somewhat wary of the frequent actions of New Paris these days. They needed to send someone to personally observe the progress of the Goblet of Fire to make sure that they weren't actively preparing for war. Of course, in fact, they were actively preparing for war!
In that era, hostile relations were only a matter of life and death. Therefore, under normal circumstances, the Soviet Union did not have a permanent diplomatic post. Only when there was a need would a high-ranking official be seized, given a temporary diplomatic title, and sent abroad.
Hermione knew the people who came to New Paris this time, or rather, she had met them once before.
It was the same lecherous Muggle he had met in the Beauxbatons carriage before, the one who had spoken rudely to Fleur—Nikolaevich, whose full name was Sergei Nikolaevich.
Compared to her ignorance and naivety in second grade, Hermione now has the entire intelligence network of the Malay Party organizing information for her.
According to the information sent by Little Star, this person was the Soviet Minister of Defense and Deputy Chairman of the State Security Committee, a very prominent figure. He had fought hard battles on the permafrost in his early years, but now he had become a coward who only knew how to eat, drink, and be merry, indulging in sensual pleasures.
The good thing is that at least he hasn't turned himself into a vampire yet, otherwise Hermione might have given him a Broom Star on the spot.
"Oh, Miss Granger! I never imagined you'd change so much since that brief encounter in the Beauxbatons carriage!"
The lecherous old man spotted her in the crowd at a glance. This time, he wasn't wearing a silk robe, but a formal Soviet military dress uniform. However, he was covered in more alchemical and technological gadgets, clearly to avoid being controlled by the Imperius Curse in the wizard's lair.
Unlike last time, one of his eyes has been replaced with a high-tech prosthetic eye, which keeps expanding and contracting as he stares at Hermione.
"If you don't want your head blown off, I suggest you turn it off." Hermione said coldly. According to the information, that prosthetic eye had a certain degree of X-ray vision.
Nikolayevich listened to the advice and smiled as he turned off his prosthetic eye, extinguishing the red light within.
He walked up to Hermione with a familiar air, holding a glass of champagne, and bowed politely.
"Time really slips away from us mercilessly. You, me, and Miss Delacour have all changed a lot."
He dared not disrespect Hermione, but his eyes were still full of lewdness when he looked at Fleur in the Great Hall.
"Who would have thought that a half-Veele could become a warrior representing Beauxbatons?" He was still muttering things like "mixed-race" and "terrible."
"Yes, who would have thought that a stupid Muggle could walk into the wizarding halls?" Hermione said sarcastically without any mercy, not caring at all that she sounded like a true witch doctor at this moment.
"The saints are getting more and more pathetic." She glared at Regulus, who could only shrug helplessly. They were going through official channels, and Grindelwald, in order to keep the Muggles and goblins at bay, had not refused the visit.
Nikolayevich was not angered by Hermione's insult. He smiled and said in a lewd and vulgar tone, "Gun barrels need lubrication, and regimes need to be slippery. You can't always be so rigid."
"This is a good start, isn't it? Maybe one day we can sit down and talk?"
If Hermione hadn't known the goblins' plans, she might have actually thought the Muggles were interested in negotiating.
She had no desire to deal with this disgusting creature. The file mentioned he had syphilis: "The dance is about to start. If you don't have a dance partner, please sit on the side!"
As cheerful bells rang and the bands played their dance music, the warriors began to enter with their dance partners.
On the third floor of the Eiffel Tower, the principals had already entered the dark palace.
In the pitch-black hall, only the faint starlight and moonlight filtering through the courtyard could be seen. There was artificial snowfall tonight, so the light was not very bright.
They saw Grindelwald sitting on the throne, with a blank-faced boy standing beside him.
Below the throne, in the hall, were seven high-backed chairs, reserved for them.
"Welcome, everyone, but I'm afraid I won't be able to bring any good news today." Accompanied by a slightly hoarse voice, fierce flames rose from around the hall like a curtain.
"Grindelwald, are you going to wipe us all out?!" Tension immediately spread among the headmasters, who thought that this terrifying dark lord had finally lost his patience and was about to reveal his schemes and ambitions!