Hogwarts Wasteland: The Witch from the Borderlands

Chapter 558 Dialogue between Heaven and Man

The golden moon hung steadily in the sky.

With the incorporation of the Great Rune of Wisdom, the moon became so large and bright that it needed to fly higher, almost reaching the level of the real moon.

Beyond these outward changes, Hermione's soul has also become stronger, her thinking is lightning-fast, and she can multitask and handle problems in multiple ways.

Therefore, she now devotes most of her energy to maintaining and nurturing the Great Rune, and can even separate a wisp of it into a semi-transparent soul form, which moves freely as if it were a real person.

At this moment, she is sitting on what was once the Fairy Throne, now called the Moon Throne.

Hilmi was completely enveloped in a giant air bubble, fiddling with the disordered silver scales of the Great Rune.

He is still made of flesh and blood, and in such outer space, he can only survive by relying on the super-powerful head-bubbling spell.

Several days had passed since the conversation at the round table hall.

"Filch and his team are very interested in the nuclear power plant," he said in a nonchalant tone.

"Or rather, all the tits and squits took my casual remark to heart—"

"They used their spare time to study nuclear power technology for Muggles—many of them were themselves technicians who had infiltrated the Soviet Union."

"They surveyed many suitable sites in the Scottish Highlands for building a nuclear power plant, and even privately gave this potential nuclear power plant a name: Hope Heart."

Hilmi's tone was flippant, but that was just his usual personality and didn't mean he looked down on these Squirrels.

Hermione's spirit form lowered her eyelids, lost in thought.

Giving magic to Muggles is like handing guns to everyone; she wasn't sure if it would cause a huge mess. Dumbledore was gone, and there was no history to refer to in this world.

She now needs to make her own judgments, much like the dilemma Grindelwald has presented her with. Now that she is almost a god, even a single thought could trigger a great disaster.

Crook Mountain, also inside a giant bubble, curiously roams the lunar surface.

It swam in the air like a dog paddling, trying its best but only able to push the bubbles forward slowly. Finally, it spread its golden fur and the whole big cat appeared far away.

As a Zouwu, it possesses the ability to travel through space, but the distance between the Earth and the Moon is still too far for magical creatures. Even an adult Zouwu cannot travel to the Moon. It was brought by Hilmi to entertain Hermione.

Also flying on the lunar surface is the Golden Snitch Ghost, now a huge behemoth, as large and bright as a satellite of the moon, merrily weaving through the vacuum, emitting a sound that only souls can hear: "Score! Score!"

"Actually, I think this is pretty good," Hilmi said.

Hermione looked at him, waiting for further explanation.

"Of course, it's all because of you." The boy pointed to the Soul Witch.

"I?"

"Because of you, my big moon!" Hilmi laughed.

"You constantly radiate immense amounts of radiant stone magic, radiating your light," you, the great wizard, no, the will of a god, are inherently and continually reshaping all things in the world.

He said with certainty, "Even if we do nothing, after many years, when all the older generation of Muggles have died, all the new humans will become wizards. At that time, everyone will have magic, and the era of Muggles and Squibs will come—"

He held up the scales, squinting as if he were about to place the Earth on a tray on one side.

"You're worried that recklessly building the Pyroxene nuclear power plant will cause magic to spread too quickly, leading to chaos."

"But compared to entering an era of universal magic without any preparation, wouldn't it be a more prudent approach to conduct a small-scale trial using the pyroxene nuclear power plant first?"

From this different perspective, Hermione found that what Hilmi said actually made a lot of sense.

This year, not only Hogwarts, but all magic schools have seen record-breaking enrollments. With the total population remaining largely unchanged, this means that the probability of magical riots and the awakening of magic among children is increasing.

Moreover, this process won't be too slow. People's food, water, breathing, and even the moonlight they bathe in are constantly transforming their bodies. This process is continuous and cumulative, including children from wizarding families. Their probability of becoming a Squib will approach zero, and their original magical talents will be enhanced.

"And the Soviet Union," Hilmi reminded him.

"Although they don't have official statistics, it's clear from the admission lists of various schools that the probability of wizard children appearing in their territory is rapidly increasing. This has led to internal divisions, as well as the need to deal with the constant magical riots involving children and the possibility of members of the Radiant Moon Society infiltrating and rescuing children."

The entire Soviet Union is now like a dilapidated house with drafts everywhere. In the past, it was difficult to recruit new students in the Muggle-occupied territories, but this year all the tasks have been assigned to the Crescent Moon Society, which has greatly reduced the pressure on the professors.

"We must speed up our conquest of the Soviet Union; those evil high command members may target more and more wizard children."

Hermione nodded. So much had happened during her year of slumber that she was starting to feel out of touch with the times.

Crookshank glided laboriously through the bubbles, and the witch reached into one with her spiritual hand to stroke the big cat's head.

"Then let's proceed according to plan. Let's name the Phenom II Xenolithic Nuclear Power Plant project 'Heart of Hope'!"

Hilmi nodded. With Hermione's approval, the next step was to formally examine the blueprints, and then he, the darling of magic, would personally modify them to adapt them to the power of the Radiant Stone.

Then site selection, raw materials, engineers —

However, with the convenient ability of magic, many problems can be ignored. Many of the dud technicians at the Sparrow's Den can be directly transferred to their new posts and build their own sources of magic by hand.

After finishing their business, Hilmi planned to return to Earth.

As for Crookshanks and the Score, one is a benevolent beast that can go a month without eating, and the other is simply a ghost. It's fine to leave them here to keep Hermione company.

The boy was about to transform into light and disappear when he suddenly froze, as if he had heard something.

He turned his gaze to the Earth and spread out his right hand.

A flash of azure light appeared, and a cracked crystal ball appeared in his palm.

"Something's happened." Hilmi looked at Hermione.

"Professor Trelawney has disappeared. The students waited for a long time in the divination classroom, only to find that there was no one there when they lifted the curtain. This was the only thing left behind."

Hermione stood up and floated to him.

Within the shattered crystal ball fragments, which floated silently in the air, shimmered a magnificent aurora with varying brightness. However, the magic within had dissipated after the shattering, making it difficult to discern the exact scene within.

"Another Aurora Messenger?" The witch frowned.

How did they manage to sneak into Hogwarts and even kidnap a professor protected by a castle covenant?