Chapter 377: Divination From the Prophet with Different Eyes

Although change is a word, it actually contains two meanings.

Change refers to changes in the form, nature, and state of things.

Transformation puts more emphasis on the fundamental and complete changes of things, even transforming into a brand new thing.

The former is like a magical transfiguration, while the latter is more like the magic stone turning stone into gold.

The same is true for the former valley.

It has changed dramatically.

As Ino left, Hermione looked around the valley curiously.

She was not interested in the vast land, but the extra taverns made her curious.

Perhaps, all Muggle-born wizards are like this and have a special liking for this kind of medieval retro tavern.

After all, they first came into contact with the wizarding world in the dirty and retro Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley.

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Standing outside the tavern, Hermione pushed the closed walnut door, but unfortunately, the door did not move even though she had used a lot of strength.

At this moment, a weak voice sounded at her feet:

"You can't push it away! Only the king can open it! If you are really bored, I can chat with you."

"King?" Hermione lowered her head curiously. Standing at her feet was a small doll about nine inches tall.

She had seen these dolls in the valley.

When she saw these dolls for the first time, she asked Ino and the answer was that they were gifts from the legendary alchemist Nico Flamel.

But today, these dolls gave her a completely different feeling, they felt more like they were alive.

"Yes, King! Your Majesty Swinburne." The little puppet raised its head and said proudly.

"Hahaha!" Hermione chuckled and bent down.

As the distance between them narrowed, she also confirmed that what she had just felt was not wrong, and the doll in front of her was alive.

Not only does it have flesh and blood, but it also has exquisite and agile facial features.

Even the doll in front of me has a pea-sized blue whistle as an ornament on its chest, which looks like the Lilliputian country mentioned in Guref's travels.

"What are you laughing at? This isn't funny!"

Hearing Hermione's laughter, the idol seemed a little angry. He picked up the whistle on his chest and put it to his mouth.

A distant sound like an ocarina sounded in the valley.

Soon, there was rustling movement among the flowers in the valley.

It doesn't take a moment.

Hermione saw dozens of "fully armed" little people holding branches in their hands. They were lined up one by one, giving the impression of charging.

This scene made her even more amused, but when faced with such a living doll, her basic upbringing made her choose to be polite and respectful.

"Okay! I apologize, I stopped laughing." Hermione took a deep breath, calmed down her mood slightly, and then said:

"Well! King, His Majesty the Great Swinburne."

"That's right!" The whistler puppet nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand to let the 'soldiers' gathered behind him disperse.

"You haven't answered my invitation just now. Do you want to play together? I can take you to see Grandpa Oak. He bears strange fruits. Not only does he have gems and gold coins, but he also has a small mill..."

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What happens in the valley never affects outside the valley.

After Ino left, he returned to the broad-leaved forest and looked up to see a small, desolate castle not far away.

Nurmengard.

The magic of fate seems to be reflected at this moment. Grindelwald once single-handedly established the famous wizard prison, but at the end of the story it became his destination in his later years.

Standing outside the castle, Ino looked at the already mottled gate, and could vaguely see the former glory and the famous slogan - for the greater good.

But no matter how glorious it was before, it eventually became dilapidated after the story ended.

To show respect, Ino stretched out his hand and knocked gently on the mottled door, although it seemed that the door could be blown open by a gust of wind.

In fact, this was exactly the case. Just after knocking on the door, the door was blown open by a gust of breeze.

Whether it was accidental or deliberate, after seeing the door open, Ino walked towards the high tower in the castle.

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The spiral staircase of the tower was covered with dust because it had not been cleaned for a long time.

In this regard, Ino did not use magic presumptuously. When asking for help, you must first be polite to others. This principle is the same everywhere.

Step by step, climb up the stairs.

Soon, he saw an old man with strange eyes.

The opponent's right eye is as clear and blue as the flame burning under a blue lamp, while the left eye is a deep brown.

"Good day! Mr. Grindelwald, excuse me for interrupting!" After seeing the real owner, Ino bowed slightly and greeted politely.

"Welcome! Very few people visit here anymore."

Standing by the window, Grindelwald turned around immediately, his tone as calm as an old man who retired at home.

"Actually, I want to ask you to do a divination for me, and I will try my best to satisfy you in return." Ino said straight to the point.

For people like Grindelwald, any words are useless. Just like in the original story, the other party's pride made him rather die than bow his head when facing the resurrected Voldemort.

To be honest, Eno still admired Grindelwald.

At least when it comes to dealing with rebels, Nurmengard did not hire terrifying dementors like Azkaban did.

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Inside the tower.

After hearing the divination request, Grindelwald was not surprised.

In fact, it is easy to think of this. After all, he is no longer the leader of the Wu Cui Party. The only thing he can do now is divination.

"Okay!" Grindelwald nodded slightly.

"But I have to explain the reward in advance. If you accept it, the divination can start at any time."

"Of course! Please tell me." Ino made a listening gesture.

I thought I would have to explain more verbally this time, but unexpectedly it went surprisingly smoothly.

At the same time, Grindelwald slowly moved and stopped three feet away from Ino.

"I hope that when you make important decisions in the future, you can follow your true heart..."

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Half an hour later.

"Not surprisingly..."

The answer to the divination surprised Ino. Even the real prophet couldn't find Voldemort's Horcrux.

On the other side, Grindelwald seemed to hear the surprise in his tone.

"Divination is not omnipotent. Divination belongs to magic, so it will also be interfered by magic."

He was a little helpless. The young man opposite seemed to have overestimated his divination ability. If the prophet could do everything, he would not have failed in the first place.

"Okay, sorry!" Realizing that the other party didn't owe him anything, Ino replied politely.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this answer seems acceptable. After all, Voldemort's failure lay in Trelawney's prophecy.

It is estimated that the other party has been on guard against the fortune teller for a long time, and it is impossible for him to be unprepared.

Ino gradually accepted this answer, but Grindelwald on the side seemed a little unwilling.

"If you can, you can help me find a crystal ball, and I can try again. The crystal ball is best made of beryl..."

Grindelwald spoke calmly. If the divination had no results, then the previous agreement would be void. This was not what he wanted to see.

Although he failed, the scene he saw before made him eager to do something for the younger generation, and the key, or the biggest obstacle, was the young man in front of him.

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"Era...inherited crystal ball..."

After hearing the request, Ino recalled it carefully.

To be honest, although he pretended to be a fortune teller for a while, he really didn't have much research on these fortune telling props.

Suddenly, a faint call in his heart interrupted his thinking.

"Sorry! Mr. Grindelwald! I have to excuse myself for a moment. I'll be back in a moment."

Ino stood up and said apologetically, and then disappeared into the tower.