great-warnovel Chapter 521 The Flame Reunited
Chapter 521 The Flame Reunited
Chapter 521 The Flame Reunited
Grindelwald has not been seen for a month.
Miss Granger was nowhere to be found.
Whether it was the UMNO saints who were secretly mobilizing the army, or the anxious principals who couldn't eat or sleep, they were all getting impatient.
On the third floor of the Eiffel Tower, outside the gates of the Dark Palace, Rozier cornered Sand Cloud of Iphamoni in the fairy elevator.
"My Lord has decreed that no one shall be seen, and that means no one shall be seen." The white-haired old lady maintained her usual elegance, speaking in a cold and firm tone.
Old Sande Claude, also with white hair and a fierce demeanor, was followed by Neoca of Vagado and Verdijant of Casturbuscher. They also looked dissatisfied, but chose to let Ivamoni take the lead.
McGonagall and Maxim didn't come because Hilmi's limited persuasion allowed them to continue waiting.
Sand Cloud gripped his wand, looking as if he were about to burst in at the slightest provocation: "This is no time for tantrums!"
She was older than Grindelwald: "There are only a few days left until the second stage, and there's a lot of things waiting for us to handle."
She pointed to the peaceful and serene children below the tower, engrossed in learning and exchanging ideas: "Unlike them, we all know what the fairies are up to behind the scenes, and time isn't on our side!"
She glared at Rozier: "It's time to throw your damned loyalty to the wind. This is a matter of life and death for all mankind. We must see Grindelwald today!"
"The master will appear at the right place at the right time," Rozier said firmly.
"He can see whomever he wants, whenever he wants, it's all up to his mood. Since he has chosen to close his doors to guests at this time, there must be a reason. He is the strongest in this world, and a prophet who can see the future. Even if the master does not appear on the day the second level opens, it is his freedom!"
Rozier clearly knew something, but she couldn't let these principals in right now. If the Dark Lord's current state were revealed, it would only cause chaos in the army and make things worse.
Sand Cloud was so angry that his wrinkles were knitted together, and the two were about to come to blows, grabbing their wands and starting a fight.
"What are you doing?" Hermione's cool voice suddenly interrupted.
She appeared suddenly like a ghost in the third-floor corridor, followed by an absent-minded Adam.
"You're back!" Rozier was more surprised than the others. She turned around abruptly, walked to Hermione's side, and looked her up and down.
"There was a slight mishap, but everything went smoothly." She nodded to the old woman, indicating that she had received what she was supposed to get.
Upon seeing Hermione, Sand Cloud's doubts lessened considerably.
"Thank goodness, at least someone who can speak up has appeared." She still harbored deep resentment.
"Disappearing at a time like this is not a wise choice, girl!"
"We're all incredibly worried! Do you know how bad the situation will be if we lose two great wizards after the war starts?!"
Hermione smiled apologetically, lowering her eyes so they couldn't see her somewhat unsettling heterochromatic eyes.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you. I'll go in and see the old man. He'll show up soon."
These words reassured the school principals considerably.
"Alright, alright, try to persuade him. We still have many things to confirm with you. At least before the war starts, we need to have one more secret meeting. You can't let our child go to the battlefield like he's on drugs."
After watching Rozier see the headmasters off, Hermione, with Adam in tow, turned and pushed open the doors of the Dark Palace.
Unlike the eerie coolness behind the door before, this time when I pushed it open, a scorching, parched wind blew out.
Although the fire didn't reignite, it was clear that Grindelwald was not in good condition.
Hermione strode into the hall and saw the Dark Lord sitting on the Iron Throne, almost unrecognizable as human.
Seals, nails, and swords covered in runes were bound and nailed to his body from all directions, as if stitched or fixed.
His body was tearing apart in all directions, as if an invisible force was pulling it apart.
However, his mind remained at a minimum level of clarity. He remained silent, relying on these sealing artifacts to fight against his own madness.
As Hermione entered, the Dark Lord raised the eye on half of his head, his eyes filled with anticipation, exhaustion, and relief.
The other half of the eye had already been pulled and mutated into the flesh of the chest cavity.
"Only three are still usable, hopefully enough to last you a while!" The Finger Witch didn't dare to waste any more words and quickly took out the Time-Turner from her magic bag and threw it into Grindelwald's almost unrecognizable palm.
At this moment, in her dual-view world, she can see not only the old man in his current state, but also the one sealed within the timeline of destruction.
It was a humanoid figure made of raging flames. Beneath a simple robe, black flames supported its head and hands, as if announcing the arrival of the end of the world.
Within that body, which resembles a crack in the world, one can see countless struggling and wailing shadows, also burning with fierce flames, trying to climb out of that abyss of nothingness.
A person should have countless futures, just like Adam, whose every move could create countless afterimages.
But Grindelwald seems to have disappeared. He sealed many realities into a non-existent timeline and realized many illusory futures into reality, which greatly reduced his own possibilities. He will almost certainly only enter an endgame, the endgame where Fiendfire engulfs everything.
"Don't deceive time, for that is only deceiving yourself—" Hermione murmured to herself, seemingly enlightened.
As soon as the time converter fell into the old man's hands, he immediately began to act.
He put away two of the converters, leaving only one in his palm, which began to spin wildly.
Unlike the pocket watches of other Ministries of Magic, those of the British Ministry of Magic are more retro, with the sound of sand slipping and rising in an hourglass echoing in the palace.
His body slowly healed and returned to its original position, and the seals, nails, and swords were gradually removed.
In Hermione's right eye, the figure of the Fiend King was slowly being pushed into the deeper future, where a healthy, ordinary Grindelwald, with many possibilities, was emerging from the void as if from nowhere.
She had a strange feeling that if she just beckoned with her finger and used the Fiendish Flame Spell to pull him out, she could break the old man's spell and pull out the future king of destruction.
But she didn't do that, which wouldn't have benefited anyone.
"You did it—although it was a bit of a close call."
With his usual dry, hoarse voice, Grindelwald spoke softly.
"I'm prepared if you're not back by the time the match starts—"
"I'll send myself into the Fairy Realm alone."
Grindelwald had prepared for the worst; if he detonated himself there, he would likely perish along with the entire Extinction Faction and the Cup of Fulfillment.
"Oh, look at your eyes, you too have the vision of the future." The perceptive prophet saw the witch's eyes, eyes that, like his own, could see the future.
"I'm still getting used to it. Ideally, it would be able to be turned on and off at will," Hermione said, somewhat troubled.
Grindelwald chuckled. "Looks like we've both gained something this time, haven't we?"
He could smell a faint human scent on Adam, but not much.
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