Hogwarts Wasteland: The Witch from the Borderlands

Chapter 551 The Night Breeze of New Paris

Although Ron, with his omniscient vision, recognized Hermione hiding under Hilmi's leather suit, the witch did not intend to return to Hogwarts first.

She needs to check on Grindelwald's situation first.

This old guy almost went crazy and exploded a year ago; I don't know how he survived the past year.

The new Paris is twice the size of what it was a year ago, and the old town on the north bank of the Seine has also been revitalized.

The Muggles demolished the old, blackened ruins burned by Fiendfire and built their own houses on the new land.

However, even though the Malay Party has almost the most elite and numerous wizards, these wizards are absolutely unwilling to help the Muggles with their work.

This slowed down construction progress in the North Shore Muggle district, and to this day, it's still a noisy place with signs of unfinished work everywhere.

Wearing a cloak embroidered with a dark moon, Hilmi once again stepped onto the Eiffel Tower.

Rozier was waiting for him there.

The old woman looked much older; perhaps the past year, with Grindelwald's condition and the internal and external difficulties, had taken its toll on her.

"You almost never come to see him, why did you suddenly visit today?" The two walked into the fairy elevator, which was almost extinct due to the limited availability of raw materials.

Rozier didn't particularly like Hilmi, especially since the boy had repeatedly thwarted her with his strength and wit this year, forcing the Malay Party to abandon its 50-year-old discriminatory policy and even bringing Muggles to the surface.

She didn't want to see him for even a second longer.

The moon, outlined in dark gold lines, danced behind her, further displeasing the old lady.

"Are you still playing your childish games? You don't actually think that being praised and followed by a bunch of immature wizards makes you comparable to the saints of my Lord back then, do you?"

The name "Glorious Moon Society" sounds too similar to "Order of the Phoenix," an organization Dumbledore used to fight against the Mughal Party.

Rozier felt that using the name Hilmi was a way of putting her master in a bad light.

"You seem to be in a bad mood today. Is something bothering you?"

In the past, Hilmi would have used extremely sarcastic and biting words to mock her, but today, he seemed to have suddenly become much gentler, asking with a calm and light laugh.

This surprised the old woman slightly.

She realized she had gone a bit too far, arguing with a child at her age.

"It's those Aurora Messengers, they've appeared again." She frowned, her gaze passing through the elevator window and along the steel structure of the tower into the distance, as if seeing multiple Hilmi was giving her a headache.

The boy paused, startled. "Did they bring some prophecy this time?"

Those mad savages wearing polar bear skins, they still exist? What wrong thing has that Arctic prophet seen this time?

From the perspective of those who see in the past and those who see in the future, the aurora messenger's prophecy seems so ridiculous.

Rozier shook his head: "They brought no prophecy, but they recruited refugees and wizards in every settlement to build a new paradise."

This puzzled Hilmi even more: "The nuclear winter is over, and the world is rapidly returning to the wonderful era it was fifty years ago. Why would anyone leave their homeland to explore that unknown land?"

"Because oppression still exists—" the old woman repeated the words of the aurora messengers reluctantly.

"Whether it's the UMNO or other gathering places, especially those who fled the Soviet Union from the East—there are always people who are dissatisfied with the status quo, and there will always be people who believe that there is a paradise where there is no oppression, no exploitation, where everyone is free and can eat and dress well as long as they work a little."

Rozier quipped, "The ridiculous thing is that many people still believe such lies, and ship after ship of people are taken away and never return."

Hilmi realized that too many Muggles in New Paris had been fooled lately.

Of all wizarding societies, the Sorcerers are undoubtedly the most ruthless towards Muggles. Even though Hilmi has freed them from the cramped catacombs, compared to the vision described by the Aurora Messenger, rebuilding in the scorched and desolate old Paris and having to undertake heavy low-level work every day, there is no comparison.

While this won't shake UMNO's rule, it will certainly affect public sentiment. If left unchecked, the Muggles might all leave.

The elevator ascended slowly, and the boy suddenly seemed to remember something, asking, "That paradise they were talking about—"

Could it be in Greenland?

During the summer vacation after my first year of high school, when I first met Lockhart, he mentioned that he wanted to escort a group of refugees to Greenland.

After finishing his second year, he resigned from his professorship and went to the northern ocean with that group of people, never to return.

"He said he would come back during the Battle of Hogwarts—" a voice echoed in his mind.

"Was he left there?"

At first, no one doubted the absence of one person. People die every day in this world, and people have long been used to the constant change of people around them, with yesterday's faces disappearing in the blink of an eye.

But Hermione still had a good impression of the charming, powerful, and humble professor—even though it was all an act by his fictional persona.

"He went to follow his heart; could he have ended up in jail again?"

Hilmi thought with a bit of amusement, "When I get back, I'll send someone to check on his whereabouts, as well as his mother, Mrs. Lockhart. She moved to New Hogsmeade with the residents of Malfoy Castle. He'll have to come back to see his mother eventually."

The elevator arrived and stopped a hundred meters in the air. Night had fallen, and two moons hung in the sky.

"Go in by yourself, and don't say anything that will upset him, it won't be good for any of us," Rozier warned.

Hilmi shrugged, stepped out of the elevator, and faced the heavy, ornate black iron door once again.

With a rumble, as the door was pushed open, a blast of hot air, mixed with sparks, burst out.

"Oh, he does look unwell."

Compared to the last time it went out of control and the entire dark palace turned into a sea of ​​fire, this is much better now.

Inside the hall, ashes-like sparks drifted in the wind, each one possessing the power to instantly incinerate a fire dragon.

As Hilmi entered, the faint, hazy moonlight gently pushed aside the Mars, clearing a path.

"What are you doing here?" A deep, resonant voice, as if a thousand demons were superimposed, rang out.

Hilmi looked up and saw Grindelwald bound by barbed, blood-soaked chains on the molten iron throne. Endless resentment ripped and tore at his flesh with each breath.

His body and head were covered with lava-like cracks, and his eyes were almost completely black. It's likely that not only the prophet's vision, but even his normal vision was destroyed and swallowed up.

"How did it get like this?" Hilmi frowned.

The Dark Lord on his throne suddenly looked up: "Hmm? Hermione?"