area51novel Chapter 233 Granger Animagus
Chapter 233 Granger Animagus
Chapter 233 Granger Animagus
As Voldemort led his group of Death Eaters into Hogwarts, Hermione didn't hesitate. She grabbed Grindelwald's sleeve and dragged him away.
Do you think those two went where they were? They went straight to the principal's office.
By this time, the Death Eater invasion had already alarmed the castle. Stone sculptures and statues everywhere came to life, brandishing swords and shields, and rushed out of the castle to fight the Death Eaters.
The stone beasts with dripping spouts that used to guard the principal's office have long since disappeared to some battleground, leaving only two empty platforms.
Hermione reached the door, raised her wand, and cast an Explosion Charm.
A burst of lightning and fire erupted, followed by a deafening boom, and the gate was instantly shattered into pieces.
Hermione was burning with anxiety and rushed in first, but she forced a smile and asked, "Where is the Elder Wand?"
Grindelwald paced back and forth, slowly circling the room. "Don't be in such a hurry."
"Albus's ideas for hiding things are always unfathomable; even I have to think about them for a while."
On the wall behind the desk, the portraits of past principals, upon hearing that the two wanted to retrieve the Elder Wand, immediately became noisy, as if they had disturbed a crow's nest.
One was pounding on the picture frame, another was stroking his silver beard, and they all shouted, "Little girl! Are you crazy?!"
"Don't be fooled by that guy, he's Grindelwald!"
The portrait of Armando Dippert was particularly striking, leaning out halfway and shouting, "Don't even think about it, Grindelwald! Dumbledore took the Elder Wand with him when he left!"
Upon hearing this, Grindelwald turned around, glancing sideways at the portrait of Armando, and said with a half-smile, "Oh? You think you know Albus better than I do?"
Armando snorted coldly, "We are friends, we are colleagues, our relationship is so close that there is no distance between us."
"Really? Our relationship is so close that we can communicate in close proximity."
These words struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, instantly draining all color from Armando's face and widening his eyes like copper bells.
"Negative-distance communication?! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Grindelwald was about to say something more, but Hermione couldn't hold back any longer. She frowned and pointed her wand at the wall.
In an instant, all the picture frames on the wall fell down, piling up into a small mountain, with a few muffled groans mixed in.
Hermione then twisted her neck sharply, gritting her teeth, and said, "This is not the time to discuss your scandalous past, teacher."
Grindelwald, with his hands behind his back, paced around examining the items without turning his head, saying, "Relax, child, the restrictions unique to the castle aren't so easily broken."
"And if I remember correctly, Ms. Ravenclaw is still in the library, isn't she?"
"I believe she can hold off Voldemort for at least five minutes."
Hermione's face trembled. "That just means that in five minutes, my life will be on a countdown."
Having said that, he pulled up a high-backed chair, took the Death Diary from his pocket, and quickly began writing down the words of seeking the Old Man's Wand.
Upon hearing this, Grindelwald stopped what he was doing and asked with interest, "Oh? Why do you say that?"
Readers should know: Hermione knew that Harry and his friends' plan had been leaked as soon as she saw Voldemort leading his men straight to Hogwarts.
He first spread the word outwardly, luring Dumbledore and a group of skilled wizards away, while secretly leading the Death Eaters straight to Hogwarts.
What do you think this guy is doing at school? Just think of what he said when he interrogated Barty Crouch Jr., something about "retrieving the remnant of his soul that was in Harry's body."
Although this statement is a bait with a hook, more deceptive than real, in the world of martial arts, one must mix in some truth to use deception to catch a shrewd person.
With Dumbledore's great wisdom, how could such a statement have escaped his discerning eye if it were entirely baseless?
It seems likely that the story of collecting remnant souls is true, but what they're taking isn't the piece on Harry's forehead, but rather the scheme described in the Death Diary.
The thought flashed through her mind like lightning. Hermione didn't reply; instead, she focused her breath and wrote even faster on the paper.
Grindelwald, seeing that she ignored him, was not annoyed and continued to stroll around leisurely.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the death diary could not be found at all, and Hermione had no choice but to quickly put it away.
Just as she was lamenting to herself, she saw Grindelwald suddenly stop in front of Fox's gilded birdcage.
After a moment of focused observation, Grindelwald actually reached out and opened the cage door, his five fingers reaching straight for the crooked perch inside.
The wood was stained and covered with phoenix filth, but he didn't seem to mind. Just as he was about to touch it, he suddenly felt something sharp pressing against his waist.
"Take your hand away."
Hearing Hermione's sharp rebuke, Grindelwald withdrew his hand, raised his arms to his sides, and sighed, "This is truly disheartening, Hermione. We made an unbreakable vow after the Christmas Ball."
"Have you forgotten the contents of your vow?"
"Of course not," Hermione said softly. "I cannot harm you physically or mentally, and you cannot possess anyone's wand."
"So what are you worried about?" Grindelwald shrugged, saying helplessly, "The Elder Wand isn't ownerless; it belongs to Dumbledore."
"Don't mind it, teacher, it's just to be on the safe side."
Hermione verbally agreed, but showed no mercy. She first forced Grindelwald back before reaching into the cage, grabbing the filthy perch, and casting a spell to break the curse.
As the incantation ended, the perch suddenly transformed into the shape of the Old Man's wand.
Hermione stared intently, her breath catching in her throat, lost in thought.
Grindelwald stared intently for a moment, then said lightly, "That's very much in line with Albus's style, isn't it?"
"Nobody would think a bird perch covered in bird droppings would be the Elder Wand."
Hermione ignored him and said only, "Our agreement ends here."
Just as Grindelwald was about to reply, a deafening explosion erupted outside his office. The corridor wall crumbled, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and a hole was blasted open.
Grindelwald was jolted by the shockwave and fell backward; Hermione also stumbled a few steps and barely managed to grab the corner of the table.
Before the dust had settled, a Death Eater riding a broomstick emerged from the hole. He caught sight of Hermione, his face lighting up with ecstasy, and he turned and roared, "I've found her! The mud plant the master wanted was in '7'!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Before the Death Eater could finish speaking, Hermione had already cast the Killing Curse, which flew through the air and struck the man squarely in the heart.
With a "thud," the Death Eater fell headfirst off the broom like a kite with a broken string, and didn't move again, his smile frozen on his face.
Unexpectedly, as soon as one person fell, more than a dozen others poured into the hole, each spewing foul language and howling like jackals.
"Grab this mud seed!"
"Don't use the Killing Curse! The master wants him alive!"
"Take this bitch back!"
Hermione cursed under her breath, then turned and yelled at Grindelwald, "Hide! Hogwarts has been breached!"
Without Hermione needing to say anything, Grindelwald had already turned and leaped into the air, disappearing effortlessly under Dumbledore's desk. A moment later, he peeked out with half his face and called out, "Good luck, Hermione!"
Hermione didn't care about the work; she rushed out of the office and took the Marauder's Map that Harry had left behind from her pocket.
Seeing the crisscrossing corridors and numerous names on the parchment, it was as if one had gained eyes that could see a thousand miles and ears that could hear the wind.
She followed the clear path on the map, and after a few turns, she had left the Death Eaters far behind. Suddenly, she slipped into an underground classroom.
Once the door was closed, Hermione could finally catch her breath. She then unfolded the map and examined it closely. She saw Rowena Ravenclaw, Minerva McGonagall, and Pomona Sprout in the map, fighting and retreating towards the castle with Tom Riddle.
The names of the Death Eaters swarmed around them like locusts, intertwining and fighting with the names of the students. Familiar names would disappear every now and then, making Hermione's face turn grim.
She hurled the Marauder's Map and the Death Journal away, then pulled a small glass bottle from her bosom.
This bottle contains a small amount of red liquid, just enough for a single sip, which is the Animagus potion.
Hermione's chest heaved as she took a deep breath and murmured to herself, "It's okay, my deductions can't be wrong—"
"Thunderstorms are irrelevant; the Deathly Hallows will ward off the Grim Reaper who comes to claim our lives—"
"—It's better than dying while being hunted down!"
After saying this, Hermione took several self-drawn talismans from her bosom and pasted them on the door and wall. Then she waved her staff and cast a series of forbidden spells to prevent the Death Eaters from ruining the ritual.
Once everything was ready, she sat cross-legged and suddenly pulled her left sleeve up to her elbow, revealing a section of her wrist.
With a single stroke of the wand, blood gushed forth from the gaping wound. Hermione didn't hesitate; she gripped the Elder Wand tightly in her right hand and thrust it forcefully into the wound.
With a muffled "thud," half of the staff disappeared into the flesh and bone.
The excruciating pain, like snake venom drilling into the marrow, caused Hermione's entire body to convulse, and cold sweat to bead up on her forehead.
He forced himself to bite open the bottle and swallow the potion.
In an instant, a wave of intense heat, like boiling oil poured over her, scorched Hermione's internal organs as if they were about to melt, and her whole body trembled violently.
The half of the old wand that was sticking out of the arm gradually melted away, turning into wisps of golden-red liquid that seeped into the wound.
Just then, a surge of mental energy suddenly erupted from her mind and clashed with hers. Perhaps because of the fusion of soul and body, Hermione instantly realized that it was the Old Man's wand that was causing the trouble.
It turns out that this old wand has some kind of spirit. Its former master, Dumbledore, had not yet been defeated, but today Hermione forcibly took it away. It's like an unmarried girl entering a bandit's den. How could she possibly be willing?
The old man's wand swung left and right, causing Hermione a sharp, stabbing pain in her head.
She nearly ground her teeth to powder, and immediately focused her mind to resist. Two streams of divine consciousness, one human and one staff, began to fight within this small body.
It should be known that Hermione spent a year with Grindelwald, which tempered her body into iron and her spirit into steel. She could withstand even mountains of knives and seas of fire, and endure a hail of bullets.
The two fought fiercely, exchanging blows back and forth, neither gaining the upper hand.
After fighting for three hundred rounds, Hermione finally gained the upper hand.
You can hear her chanting in her mind, turning the Buddhist and Taoist verses she had heard from Harry into the mantra for tightening the headband.
Each sound seemed to calm the mind and focus, each word like the tolling of a golden bell, causing the old magic wand to retreat steadily. In no time, it vanished.
After Hermione subdued the Elder Wand, she felt all her strength drain away and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
The flesh and skin continued to churn and churn, and the internal organs trembled violently, as if a boiling cauldron had not yet calmed down.
Just as he was about to catch his breath, a blurry figure appeared in his hazy vision, silently moving towards him.
Hermione forced her eyes open, struggling to make out the person's face, and saw that the person was:
His face was as white as jade, gleaming with a cold light; his head was adorned with a black tassel and jade ornaments.
The sachet has ear flaps on the left and right, and the collar is draped with lotus leaves that swirl like clouds.
His wide-sleeved robe trailed on the ground, and his black boots appeared and disappeared as he walked with a serene gait.
Holding a jade tablet respectfully in his arms, he resembled the King of Hell.
Then, in a solemn voice, He caused the Chinese man to say, "Your lifespan has come to an end; come with me back—oh?"
With just that one sound, the figure swayed violently. The crown transformed into a black hood obscuring the face, and the jade tablet became a giant scythe ten feet long, held high. Black mist surged, revealing a tattered cloak, and a chilling aura of death seeped into the body, making one feel a bone-deep cold.
As Death raised his giant scythe to strike, Hermione, in a daze, desperately raised her arm to block it. A burst of magical power suddenly erupted.
The Grim Reaper was so shocked that it vanished instantly, leaving no trace.
The force had not yet dissipated, and it crushed all the protective spells and talismans she had set up, as well as the stone walls and pillars of the outer corridor, into dust!
A deafening roar, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting, blasted a hole that stretched to the sky, and bricks, stones, and earth rained down like rain.
Hermione was oblivious to everything else; she felt her flesh metabolizing like a dragon shedding its scales, her bones and muscles growing back as if forged from metal and stone. A surge of immense magical power erupted from her limbs and bones, like the Severn River opening its floodgates and the Thames overflowing.
Meanwhile, outside the castle, Rowena, along with McGonagall and Sprout, was engaged in a fierce battle with Voldemort. And so it was seen:
A dazzling spell rippled through the air, vines and plants swirling and flying. Three robed figures wielded staffs like weaving through flowers and swaying willows, while a black-robed figure billowed like a raging dragon stirring up waves. It was as if three heroines were battling Lü Bu, but Lü Bu was like a god among men.
This Rowena was originally a spirit, and it was incomplete. After such a fierce battle, its form had long since faded like a thin mist, and it would dissipate with the slightest breeze.
Voldemort flicked his wand, dispelling the Magna Curse, and bowed to Rowena, saying with a smile, "What a pity, teacher."
"If your soul were whole enough, I might have run away long ago."
Rowena sneered, "I hope you'll still be laughing like this when your junior brother returns."
"Ah, please don't worry, Mr. Potter won't be back for a while—"
Just as they were talking, the weather suddenly changed!
All around, strange flowers and exotic plants first turned yellow and curled at the tips of their leaves, as if the passing ghosts had extinguished their vitality; then their branches withered and turned to ashes with a snap.
Sprout, covered in vines, lost its verdant green in the blink of an eye, withering like an old woman losing her hair.
This turn of events came suddenly, and not only did Voldemort's expression turn grim, but even Rowena and the other two became wary.
Voldemort scanned his surroundings, trying to find the source, when suddenly he saw a dark green beam of light shooting towards him.
The light was as thick as half a water vat, and as swift as an arrow released from a bow. Where it passed, the air hissed like tearing silk, leaving a trail of light that rolled endlessly.
Voldemort's pupils contracted, and he frantically waved his wand, roaring, "Disintegrate!"
A streak of silver light shot out like a bolt of lightning, colliding head-on with the emerald green pillar of light.
Upon impact, countless demonic runes appeared within the emerald pillar of light, which shattered into countless glowing lights in the blink of an eye.
The silver light spread like a plague, rushing back along the pillar of light. But unexpectedly, the pillar of light continued uninterrupted, gushing forth without ceasing.
Seeing this, Voldemort knew he couldn't afford to waste his energy, so he flicked his wand to break the spell and then turned into black mist to hide.
When the emerald light dissipated, Voldemort looked straight towards where it had come from and saw a woman slowly walking away from the ruins. The ground she passed cracked with a "pop," and fertile soil instantly dried up.
The woman was tall and slender, with hair cascading down like a waterfall of ebony, and wore a black robe from the Lion's Court.
Her eyebrows and eyes should resemble those of a fairy in a painting, yet her eyes are strangely inverted, the whites as black as ink, the pupils pale and lifeless. Her red lips are slightly parted, revealing glimmers of green light.
McGonagall stared at the woman in astonishment for a long moment, then exclaimed, "That's—Miss Granger?!"
The Classic of the Great Wilderness, West Section states: There is a female demon, dressed in green. She walks without treading on the ground, and wherever she goes, springs dry up and vegetation withers.
The country I saw was suffering from a severe drought, with the land parched and barren for miles. There was a drought mother, also known as a drought demon.