dmims Chapter 234 A Chaotic World: Heroes Divide the World into Three Parts
Chapter 234 A Chaotic World: Heroes Divide the World into Three Parts
Chapter 234 A Chaotic World of Heroes Divided into Three Kingdoms
The Death Eaters stormed into the castle like a black whirlwind, intending to capture the mute fortune teller.
Seeing that things were not going well, Hermione turned and left, running through corridors and halls, heading straight for the underground classroom to transform.
Grindelwald, who was hiding under Dumbledore's desk, suddenly took a long, thin potion bottle from his pocket.
The bottle had a faint, cold light emanating from it, and a strand of Hermione's hair was suspended in the clear liquid.
Although nearly a year has passed, her hair is neither dry nor withered, but still full of vitality, as if she had just left her cloud-like temples.
Grindelwald stared intently for a long time, then murmured to himself, "Come on, Hermione, we will both get what we want—"
Before he could finish speaking, footsteps were heard outside the office, approaching the door.
A figure burst in, still panting, and called out, "Master!"
Grindelwald heard the sound but didn't move much, only slightly raising his head to glance at it.
The person standing there, panting heavily, was none other than Rozier.
Rozier noticed Grindelwald under the table and rushed over, asking anxiously, "Master, are you alright?"
Grindelwald didn't answer, but instead reached out and pulled him under the table. Then he put a finger to his lips and shushed him, "Don't make a sound."
Rosier understood, quickly nodding and lowering his voice, "Master, Hogwarts has been breached, and Dumbledore isn't at the school..."
"This is an opportunity!"
Upon hearing this, Grindelwald simply shook his head. "If you can't use magic, it's useless even if you run away."
Rozier opened his mouth to speak, but then cut him off, saying, "All you have to do now is shut up and wait."
Upon hearing this, the old woman indeed pressed her lips together and remained silent.
Both were hidden in the shadows under the table, their four eyes fixed intently on the strand of hair in the bottle, not blinking for a moment.
About a quarter of an hour later, a strange phenomenon occurred.
A perfectly good rosewood table suddenly lost its luster, the tabletop cracked, the wood grain bulged out, and it crackled like a dead old tree, revealing deep fissures.
The potion suddenly boiled in Grindelwald's hand, white steam billowing and hissing from the bottle.
Even though they were separated by a pane of glass, both he and Rozier felt a powerful magical energy emanating from their hair, so intense it seemed almost tangible.
Rozier's eyes widened like saucers, his pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed in a trembling voice, "Master, you...you were already prepared?"
Grindelwald's face remained calm, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes. "The time has come."
After saying this, he took out the leg bone left behind by the house-elf as an apology from his bosom. The leg bone had been polished until it was shiny and smooth, and straight like a staff.
He then uncorked the bottle and poured the medicine onto his leg bone. The medicine seeped into the bone as soon as it touched it, like water being drawn from parched soil, and was absorbed completely in an instant, leaving no trace.
Grindelwald whistled, and the black silk in the bottle seemed to come alive, twisting and turning like a slender snake probing its hole, silently coiling around the leg bone, and then disappearing into it in an instant.
In an instant, the bone wand was completed.
Grindelwald held his staff and pointed it at his chin. Suddenly, hundreds of magical runes appeared all over his body, coiling like red snakes and binding him with golden chains.
Then, a "crack" sound was heard, and all the forbidden spells seemed to be hammered into glass, shattering into pieces and dissipating into starlight.
Grindelwald stood up and pointed his bone wand at Rozier's forehead, who was lying on the ground looking up.
With a flick of the staff, the master and servant were freed from Dumbledore's control.
"Vendor, I need you to do a few things for me: prepare the carriage and gather the saints."
"Execute all the orders I left behind on the night Nurmengard was destroyed."
Grindelwald strode out of the headmaster's office, stood at the hole, and pointed his bone wand at the ground.
The Death Eater that Hermione had killed earlier, as if obeying a command, suddenly released his wand, spun half a circle, and landed squarely in Rozier's hand.
"To declare to the world that UMNO is back."
Decades later, when Rocher heard these words, it was as if a long-awaited rain had fallen on a parched land. He trembled all over, and two streams of hot tears rolled down his cheeks.
She bit her lower lip, choked back sobs for a long while, and then replied in a trembling voice, "Yes, I understand—I know—"
She gripped her wand tightly, turned around abruptly, and dashed out the door like the wind.
As he turned the corner of the corridor, he suddenly stopped, turned his neck, and called out to Grindelwald, who was standing in front of the hole in the wall, "Master, aren't you coming with me?"
Grindelwald stood with his hands behind his back, peering out through the hole.
McGonagall's three early childhood educators, including Hermione, had returned to the castle and were leading the students in resisting the Death Eaters. Only Hermione remained, locked in a fierce battle with Voldemort, their magical energy blazing as they fought to a standstill.
Seeing this, he gently shook his head, "I'm going to recruit a sufficiently excellent wizard—"
Before he could finish speaking, a bone-chilling cold suddenly swept over him.
Grindelwald frowned and looked up sharply, only to see a dark mass in the sky, filled with Dementors dressed in tattered black robes, enveloped in billowing black mist, slowly approaching the castle.
Before the soul-capturing monster formation, a large, silver-eyed, white-browed worm cleared the way, its body shimmering with light, exuding awe and power. The rolling black mist behind it moved in and out with it, clearly the mastermind that was in control.
Seeing the Dementors rush into the castle with the worm, Hermione immediately understood that they must be Harry's reinforcements.
Knowing Harry was safe, she felt a weight lifted from her chest and turned to Voldemort with a cold smile, saying, "It seems your Death Eaters won't last much longer."
Voldemort, upon hearing this, showed no sign of panic. He simply swung his wand sharply. The flesh of the several Death Eater corpses that had long since fallen to the ground bulged as if inflated, and began to writhe.
Before long, the flesh and blood on the corpse intertwined and cracked, and like a fruit ripening, a complete living person emerged!
As soon as these new Death Eaters landed, they threw themselves to their knees, laughing maniacally, and kowtowed repeatedly to Voldemort.
"Thank you for your grace, Master!"
"Hahaha! I'm alive again! I'm alive again!"
"Our master has become a true god!"
Voldemort twirled his wand, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and said slowly and deliberately, "I must thank Mr. Potter properly; it was his mistake not to completely destroy Azkaban's body."
Hermione bit down lightly with her silver teeth, and the veins under her skin faintly glowed green, like fireflies.
The two locked eyes and were about to make their move when a loud "crack" was heard in mid-air. Grindelwald had used Apparition to appear between them.
"Give me some face, Hermione, and Mr. Voldemort, there's no point in you wasting your magic here."
"Wouldn't it be better if everyone just kept things peaceful?"
Hermione spotted the person approaching and her heart sank; she had finally witnessed the scene she least wanted to see.
Her gaze shifted rapidly, and she caught sight of the bone wand in Grindelwald's hand; her pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.
All the events of dealing with Grindelwald over the past year suddenly surged through his mind, finally settling on the day he collected his own hair and soaked it in the medicinal liquid.
That old liar!
He had already planned how to escape when he first arrived at Hogwarts!
No wonder he dared to swear an oath "not to possess anyone's wand"—he crafted this wand himself!
Hermione gritted her teeth in hatred, panting like a ferocious tiger. The land around her was even more parched, devoid of life, and desolate like a graveyard.
Voldemort glanced at the bone wand in Grindelwald's hand and sneered, "Giving you face?"
"An old geezer who needs to rely on the Death Eaters' reputation to intimidate Dumbledore, dares to expect me to give you face?"
"This is no longer your era, Grindelwald."
Voldemort continued to hurl insults and profanities, but Grindelwald remained calm and simply said, "But I can still hold you off until Albus gets back to school."
"Who do you think will die first, the two of us?"
Upon hearing this, Voldemort's arrogance subsided slightly. He narrowed his eyes and turned to Hermione, saying, "All I need is for you to hand over the diary, Miss Granger, and I will immediately leave with all the Death Eaters."
"Don't you have any manners, Mr. Voldemort?" Grindelwald interrupted, raising his voice. "Can't you see I'm talking to Hermione?"
Voldemort, taken aback by his words, spun his wand even faster, but ultimately remained silent.
Seeing that he had calmed down, Grindelwald suddenly turned his head and looked at Hermione, saying, "Come with me, Hermione."
"With me, you will get everything you want."
Hermione, upon hearing this, merely twitched the corners of her mouth in a forced smile and said, "Really? What do you think I want?"
Lindwall sighed softly, seemingly with a deeper meaning, and said, "I don't think it's necessary to elaborate on your true feelings towards Mr. Potter, is it?"
Hermione remained silent, only staring coldly at Grindelwald, secretly wondering what she would do if Harry were there.
Seeing her expression, Grindelwald put on a sincere look and said, "Hermione, seeing you is like seeing myself when I faced Albus back then."
"We used to talk about everything, we had no secrets from each other, but in the end it all came to this. Do you know why?"
Before Hermione could answer, he continued, "Because I'm soft-hearted and not firm enough, I thought this would change his mind, but actually—"
Voldemort, barely suppressing his temper, listened to the old man spouting such sentimental nonsense, his veins throbbing on his forehead, on the verge of exploding.
But this guy with the missing nose and slit eyes was afraid that the two of them would really join forces and attack him, and he was sure he would not get the better end of the deal, so he could only hold onto his magic wand and watch how long the two of them chattered on.
"—If I had been able to harden my heart and give Albus the drug, then none of the tragedies that followed would have happened."
"I don't want my tragedy to repeat itself in your life."
"I can help you lure Mr. Potter, and Rozier can also help you concoct a powerful aphrodisiac."
"Believe me, I can tell Mr. Potter is a very family-oriented man. He would never abandon his children and wife. If you have—"
—
Upon hearing this, Voldemort could no longer contain himself. His face darkened, and he roared, "Enough! You two idiots! Useless trash!"
"Is animalistic mating all you can think about?!"
Grindelwald was interrupted, and he turned to look Voldemort up and down, saying disdainfully, "You've never been loved, have you?"
A fierce glint flashed in Voldemort's eyes. Without further ado, he raised his staff and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
Before he could finish drinking the deadly curse, a cloud of black mist suddenly surged behind him, then condensed into a hand bound only with an arm guard, which spread its five fingers and gripped his face.
"You scoundrel! Prepare to die!"
Seeing this golden opportunity, Hermione didn't hesitate any longer. She stretched out her five fingers and grabbed forward with all her might, shouting, "End of all curses!"
It should be noted that this female drought demon, empowered by the old magic wand, possessed a dense and powerful magical energy. Although its raw power was somewhat diminished, its aftereffects were continuous and unending.
Voldemort, struck by this blow, felt as if his entire magical power was bound by iron chains, rendering him unable to move.
Looking up, I saw Harry wearing a crown, surrounded by a billowing mass of malevolent black energy pressing down on me.
Seeing that things were not going well, Grindelwald quickly raised his bone wand into the air.
A streak of dark light burst forth from the tip of the staff, shooting straight into the sky, and then exploded into a symbol combining the three elements of the Deathly Hallows, which was also the mark of the sorcerers.
As soon as the emblem appeared, Rozier appeared instantly using Apparition, followed by a flying chariot towed by a Thestral.
The old man driving the carriage saw Grindelwald and immediately burst into tears. "Master—I never thought I'd have the chance to see you again—"
"Abernathy, now is not the time for reminiscing."
Grindelwald leaped into the car, rolled down the window, and said to Rozier, "If Hermione is dead, try to bring her body back."
Upon hearing this, Rozier immediately knelt down on one knee and nodded.
The old coachman didn't answer, but flicked the reins, and the Thestral raised its head and neighed loudly, soaring into the air towards America.
Just as Grindelwald fled, Voldemort taught Harry to use snake venom to erode most of his body, even half of his head rotting away.
As the saying goes, "Even a centipede with a hundred legs will not fall down when dead." This demon has many insidious and vicious methods; even though his physical body is about to be destroyed, his soul refuses to dissipate.
He took a deep breath and spat out a mouthful of blood. The droplet swelled upon landing and grew larger in the wind, eventually transforming into a complete Voldemort in just a few breaths.
The newly formed Voldemort spread his five fingers wide and grabbed at the air, and the wand in his old body's hand flew into his palm.
In an instant, his figure blurred, transforming into a thick plume of black smoke that shot straight into the heavens and vanished.
Before leaving, he pointed his wand into the air, and green flames burst forth, exploding into a hideous mark of a skull holding a snake—the Dark Mark of the Death Eaters!
As soon as the mark appeared, countless figures in black robes surged out of the castle like locusts, scrambling to rush forward and protect the king.
The first man, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, was none other than Bellatrix, who was even more insane than before, and continued to scream incessantly.
Harry turned to Hermione and said, "I know my eldest sister is destined for greatness, but the timing isn't right, so let's not discuss this matter for now."
"Leave Voldemort to me, but I'll have to deal with these filthy bastards, elder sister!"
Having said that, he raised his hand and held up his staff, sending a beam of crimson-gold incantation light towards the sky.
His figure immediately dissipated into a cloud of black mist and instantly chased after Voldemort.
The spell light flew for a moment, then burst open in mid-air, transforming into a phoenix with blazing golden flames and claws grasping swords.
With its distinct plumage and thunderous cry, the emblem of the Boxers is clearly revealed!
A divided world exists: witchcraft swirls like clouds, the Dark Lord gathers wolves, and the Boxers shine brightly in all directions; the world is divided into three, each displaying its unique strengths, with Minister Fudge holding the reins of power. The magical world is in turmoil, a three-way struggle for supremacy. Hogwarts is stained with blood; let's see who reigns supreme in the future.