Hogwarts Wasteland: The Witch from the Borderlands

Chapter 545 Ascending

A vortex of blood surged rapidly toward the figure on the throne, as boundless power converged upon it.

Hermione had never felt that strong before.

A complete rebirth, a complete order, half wisdom and half uncontrolled fantasy.

At this moment, under her control, three half-grown runes were shining brightly within her body.

No, that's not all. There's also her own, an unknown Great Rune that hasn't been born yet but already shows signs of existence. It seems to be rapidly perfecting itself under the brilliant light of these many laws.

The power is far more limitless than that of the pyroxene core, and the framework that allows one to control this power at will—these are all already in place.

The wailing in my ears never stopped, the cold felt like swords, and the hunger felt like cold iron pressing down on my belly.

To harness the power of the winter curse, one must bear the endless pain within it.

Hermione remained unmoved. With her eyes closed, she used the power of rebirth, order, and wisdom to suppress the unruly fantasies, and drew power from the painful flow of blood to continuously cleanse the Great Rune, stripping away the will belonging to the fairies and to Lanlock I.

That was a long-lost recollection, a new remnant of thought clinging to the Great Runes since Lucius and Dumbledore.

The nobles bred the blood of jealousy, Dumbledore left behind the pure and good memory of love, but what about Lanlock I, the dead man from a hundred years ago who wanted to exterminate humanity and create a fairy empire?

It is hatred.

From that bizarre, ever-changing, curved ring, dark red, viscous thought continuously emanates hatred towards humanity.

It is this recollection that influences the Great Rune, causing it to resist Hermione's control and even fiercely attempt to unleash its power to rebel against her.

Unfortunately, the Silver Scales, the Fairy Throne, and even the Order Runes have all fallen into the control of the Finger Witch. The energy of the entire Grail has been isolated, and pure fantasy has lost its power; it is now just fantasy.

Under undisputed suppression, the stubborn memories of the first Fairy Emperor were gradually stripped away, leaving only the Great Rune that purely represented the laws of the world.

"Three now —"

Hermione thought to herself.

New life, order, and fantasy—she has become the wizard who occupies the most runes in the history of this world.

Even Grindelwald, who possesses the strongest destructive rune, would probably no longer be a match for her.

Including the unknown Great Rune that is still being conceived within itself, and half of the wisdom from Adam, the magic ring, which is expected to require seven Great Runes to piece together, has already been more than half completed without anyone noticing.

The Greater Grail is gradually collapsing. The once overflowing lake of blood has now transformed into a floating vortex hovering around the Silver Throne, which Hermione is absorbing little by little.

The Holy Grail itself, originally intended to hold the Great Rune and the ritual, began to peel away piece by piece and gradually disintegrate and fall after losing its original function.

The crisis of human extinction has finally been averted. Both the Fairy Emperor and the Holy Grail ritual have been destroyed and dismantled.

But this is not the time to celebrate and pop the champagne. The power of the winter curse that the fairies have accumulated over fifty years is still pouring into Hermione's body.

This force must be controlled, otherwise, if it were to explode, it would be comparable to hundreds or thousands of nuclear bombs exploding simultaneously.

With the destruction of the Greater Grail, there is no longer a container that can hold this energy, not even Grindelwald's.

Aside from Hermione, who possesses multiple large runes!

The laws are the framework that contains power, but even the Finger Witch felt overwhelmed by suddenly mastering so many runes.

Compared to when there was only new life and order, now different laws within her body are influencing and conflicting with each other. Each of them is drawn by a magical power, and if left unchecked, they will fight each other to the death!

A pure white, newly formed cluster of light, vibrant like a new leaf; a crystalline order intricately woven threads; a dreamlike, magnificent, seven-colored fantasy bubble; only half complete, yet still shimmering with the wisdom of geometry and three-dimensional beauty—

Each of them proclaims a law and attempts to exclude the others.

The Holy Grail energy flowing in from the outside is constantly amplifying this situation, making it worse.

"Go and take charge!" Below, the extermination of the fairies is nearing its end, and the wizards need someone to lead them.

Sensing something was wrong, Hermione could only hurriedly give an order to Hilmi, and then her body shone brightly, transforming the throne and scales together into an astonishingly large golden full moon, which flew into the sky.

In her moon form, her thinking becomes faster and her spirit becomes stronger, allowing her to better control this power.

The swirling blood flow was pulled upwards by the gravitational pull of the golden moon, turning into a hazy red mist that, from a distance, looked as if it were dragging the moon upwards.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Grindelwald, who had just turned Lanlock II to ashes, was also looking for his next target with bloodshot eyes, seemingly still wanting more.

Killing a great demon still seemed unable to satisfy the will to destroy, and just then, a huge and eye-catching moon rose up.

This time, there was no phoenix feather cloak to soothe his heart. The Dark Lord transformed into a ferocious fire dragon and pounced towards the Golden Moon.

But Hermione had no time to deal with him right now. From the moon, a dark red chain covered in barbs suddenly flew out.

Before the fire dragon could react, it pierced through the black flames and bound Grindelwald's body.

That was a memory of hatred from King Lanlock I. The witch, who was well-versed in fairy forging techniques, transformed it into a powerful artifact of memory in a short time.

Endless regret

The more someone is hated, the more powerfully they are bound. The more someone tries to break free of the chains, the more they are tormented by the hatred that arises from within. That hatred, in turn, strengthens the chains, and doubles their effect on humans.

This is almost a shackle tailor-made for the Black King. Although he is the supreme black sun of the Malay Party, the number of people who hate him on earth far exceeds the number who worship him.

Coupled with his pure humanism, this made the chain on him stronger and more resilient than any spell, and even Fiendfire could not burn through it.

The black flame dragon collapsed in response, leaving only Grindelwald tightly bound. He roared wildly in mid-air, his boundless rage rising from his heart, yet he had nowhere to vent it. Instead, he made the chains bind him even tighter, and the barbs on them pierced even deeper.

"Gellert—I hate you—" In his confusion, he seemed to hear a familiar voice whispering in his ear.

"Albus! You're lying to me! You can't possibly hate me! Our love will never change!" he shouted angrily and somewhat frantically, but no one answered.

Hermione had no time to deal with the old man who was still going crazy; her mind was already filled with the conflict between the Great Runes.

High in the sky, the golden moon grew larger and larger, almost more dazzling than the sun outside.

She rose higher and higher, flying out of the fairy realm of Rielland and returning to the mortal world.

Her thoughts had been accelerated to their limit, barely able to keep up with the speed at which the Great Runes operated. As she rose higher and higher, and more and more people saw the golden moon, the Great Rune that was being conceived within her was also rapidly hatching under the nourishment of the Holy Grail's energy.

"Coming to cause trouble at this time—"

Her heart tightened. Although it was a good thing that her own Great Rune was about to be born, the current situation within her body was such that if she added fuel to the fire, she might really be unable to control it.

The moon grew larger, almost like a small celestial body, and she had to continue expanding her size so that the multiple large runes could have room to operate.

"Am I not a god among men?" Her thoughts raced in a flash.

Queen Marika can contain a complete magic ring in her human form, so why can't she? Is it because she didn't have all seven rings to form a self-consistent closed loop?

"Wait! My current size—"

Hermione suddenly realized that, as the moon, she had become larger than a mountain. If it weren't for the wrong color, the scene would have been almost exactly the same as what Grindelwald had predicted!

That unusual full moon that poured dark blue substance into the world!

Could it be that I was replaced by Darkmoon after the Great Rune went out of control?!

A terrifying thought suddenly popped into my head.

"No! I must fall into a deep sleep, using my full mental control to regulate and streamline the operation of the multiple Greater Runes, while simultaneously delaying the birth of my own Greater Rune, allowing it all to happen slowly!"

In a split second, she made her decision.

Hilmi cannot be taken back! He is the divine child of the Dark Moon, and also the part of my soul that has been influenced by the Dark Moon. To ensure my purity, he must stay outside!

The ever-growing celestial body brought with it a thunderous roar that shook the mountains, flying higher and higher as it tried to get away from the earth as soon as possible!

"I will fall into a deep sleep; take good care of them for me!"

In her haste, she could only send this message to Hilmi's heart before being dragged into a chaotic slumber by the Great Rune.