Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Is it because they think Draco is still young, and cling to that little bit of 'love' and 'hope' that Hogwarts can get Draco back on the right track?

Hermione pursed her lips and turned her head away.

Lucius witnessed all of this and realized that Nietzsche and Hermione didn't always stand together; at least on this matter, they each had their own judgment. So he kept this in mind.

“Sometimes, I can’t help but admire Dumbledore’s great kindness…” Lucius sang gratefully.

Nietzsche fell silent.

He had to get Malfoy to leave something behind, even if it was just a finger.

At that moment, in an instant, he suddenly understood Moriarty somewhat. The other man's motive for committing crimes was not for money and power, but to construct his own set of rules within a power system dominated by others.

Murder...replacement...

“Let’s go, Dobby, we should go back and wait for Fudge’s news.” Lucius turned and opened the door.

Just as Dobby was dragging his battered body, looking back every step of the way, Lucius, annoyed by his slow pace, kicked him away. His frail body crashed onto the long steps, and he cried out in pain, begging for mercy.

The jarring sound echoed through the tower's corridors, pulling Nietzsche out of his reverie, which had been lost in Mauriatti's thoughts.

He looked up in confusion, staring at Dumbledore's opening and closing mouth... He couldn't hear what the headmaster was saying at all, and stiffly turned around to look for Dobby's screams.

Nietzsche went downstairs, leaned against the wall, and heard Lucius's stern rebuke of Dobby in the third-floor corridor.

"Why would Harry Potter and those two Mudbloods know about this?" He heard Lucius questioning the house-elf at the office entrance through the hidden door.

Dobby doesn't know.

“Don’t forget, you’re Malfoy’s servant, you greedy, vile creature!” Lucius seemed to kick him again. “You’re the only one who overheard this, so you’d better not let me find out anything.”

Dobby endured the pain and got up from the ground.

"Dobby is loyal to Malfoy..." it sobbed. "Dobby went to help his little master pack his things."

But it's not 'only loyal to him'.

As Nietzsche listened to Dobby's screams, he saw a microcosm, a cycle, in the house-elves.

Those born into poverty may remain poor and destitute; wizards who are not born pure-blooded may continue to be oppressed in this old world, powerless and left to drift with the tide.

Wizards are like house-elves bound by rules; most of them can only silently endure their suffering and can never change it.

Nietzsche arrived at the Slytherin common room with painful thoughts in his mind.

Since the celebration was about to begin, the place was empty and deserted, so he went to Draco's bedroom, where only Dobby was rummaging through drawers.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Dobby heard the noise as soon as the door was opened a crack.

"You did a great job." Nietzsche opened his mouth, but could only manage to utter this one sentence.

what is this?

He could fight for his classmates' victory and make Malfoy pay the price; he could write a book to protect Slytherin's reputation... Now, only Dobby remains.

“Yes, we won, just like Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord.” It nodded simply and said, “Dobby will always remember this honor, but now Dobby has to get back to work.”

It's like an old horse that's been whipped.

They work tirelessly without ever thinking of hatred, like a lifeless machine that only knows how to work.

"I mean... is there anything you want?"

Dobby put a school uniform into the box and looked at the boy she admired with surprise.

"What do you want? Dobby has experienced far worse things. Those Death Eaters gathered at Master's house and took pleasure in torturing Dobby... It would be enough for Dobby to be happy if you could defeat the Dark Lord again, sir."

Dobby firmly believes that Mr. Holmes will definitely become a great wizard like Harry Potter!

In this slave's mind, the only great figure he knows is Harry, and now he even compares Nietzsche to the greatest figure in his mind.

This heartfelt respect compelled Nietzsche to feel the greatness of life.

"Haven't you thought about looking for somewhere else?" he said, leaning against the desk.

“Dobby can’t leave.” The elf blew his nose, somewhat puzzled by Nietzsche’s respect. “A house-elf can only leave his former home when his master gives him new clothes.”

Upon hearing this, Nietzsche looked thoughtfully at Dobby, who had continued working.

He casually grabbed a green scarf from the messy beds and hid it... Nietzsche could see the helplessness of the house-elves, because such regulations had almost become a kind of law.

Although he didn't know what would happen if a house-elves quit, at least he had just received it.

Slaves permitted by the Ministry of Magic like this would probably be killed without much discussion, let alone fined. Farmers across the sea would find this extremely extreme.

Dobby didn't even notice that a school uniform scarf was missing; perhaps the Malfoys had too many clothes.

“Then goodbye, sir.” Dobby made the box float and ran away.

After hearing the footsteps fade into the distance, Nietzsche made various expressions in front of the mirror in the lounge, then his face turned cold, and he quickly chased after them. He walked through the basement corridor and strode towards the hall.

Just as Dobby was about to leave with Lucius in the courtyard, he stopped.

"Don't leave Malfoy's things here!" Nietzsche deliberately put on a disdainful look, as if he had come specifically to humiliate the other party, which attracted many passing students.

He threw the object forcefully, hitting Lucius in the face.

Looking at the other person's expression, Malfoy immediately understood what was going on: this Mudblood must feel that Dumbledore hadn't handled things firmly enough, that he was too gentle, so he was resentful and was using this to vent his emotions.

Mr. Malfoy impatiently tossed it to Dobby, glaring angrily at the ill-intentioned onlookers, then at Nietzsche.

“You should learn from Headmaster Dumbledore. Always so impatient, you'll suffer for it sooner or later. At least it's not your time yet,” he chuckled. “Let's go, Dobby, Draco is still waiting at the school gate…”

But Dobby held up the green scarf as if it were a treasure, his eyes glistening with tears.

"The master gave Dobby a scarf! The master gave Dobby freedom!" it screamed.

"What? No! That's Draco's scarf. I didn't give it to you... I did give it to you, but I told you to keep it!" Lucius raised his foot to kick the stupid servant and teach him a lesson.

However, what happened next...

Many students passing by stood at the gate and saw Dobby merely flick his long index finger, and Lucius was sent flying backward as if hit by a ball, crashing into the fountain pool.

When Lucius got up, all traces of his aristocratic air were gone—he was soaking wet, and his disheveled head was topped with a few duckweed leaves and fallen petals.

"You have no right to do that to me anymore, no! Dobby is a free elf now!"

"You...you ungrateful wretch!" Lucius pulled out his wand, angrily pointing it at Nietzsche. "I never imagined that a slave who served my father would do such a thing!"

The wizard pulls out his wand, and placing it on the street is like a Muggle pulling out a gun.

This action caused everyone's faces to darken.

“Malfoy! We will never forget what you did to this school!” Cedric also pointed his wand at him.

Under his guidance, two, five, and slowly dozens of students crowded around Nietzsche, pointing their wands at Lucius Malfoy, who even saw Slytherin students among them.

When he saw Nietzsche with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face, that familiar fear filled Malfoy's heart once again.

'No, this is impossible---' He didn't dare to think any further and quickly picked up his luggage and disappeared into the courtyard.

OK everyone, all eyes are on this side!

This is the answer to some previous questions, and of course, it's also the fox's explanation.

Some readers may think that Dumbledore is a bit out of character, but in fact, Dumbledore was indeed very conservative in his old age. His attention was only on Voldemort. Even in the fact that Harry Potter did not kill Draco in the later stages, you can see the shadow of Dumbledore.

After his encounter with Voldemort, the biggest change in Dumbledore's way of dealing with people was that he gave everyone a chance to change.

As for Draco—the fox uses him to show the point of divergence between the protagonist and Dumbledore.

Lockhart—like Malfoy, of course—was used to show his difference from Hermione.

Regarding the reader group... well, I don't have that idea right now. If I ever need to write a side story that can't be approved, I'll post it in the next chapter summary to announce the reader group.

Alright, that concludes the main storyline of the Chamber of Secrets. The next part will involve the protagonist, Lalohart, joining the group and officially entering the magical world.

(What? Eunuch? The fox is still waiting to get full attendance bonus, what eunuch? As long as you guys keep reading, I'll write for another day.)

P.S.: I'll try my best to avoid a bad ending.

Chapter 129 Dumbledore Wants to Retire

"I don't understand, you were clearly going to fire him."

In the headmaster's office, many headmasters expressed their dissatisfaction based on the decision made by Malfoy and others. The loudest voice came from Headmaster Armando Dippet, who glared at Dumbledore with a fierce expression.

More than fifty years ago, the secret chamber was opened during Armando's tenure.

“To be honest, this is a bit unnecessary…” Everard paused for a moment, then ran to the Ministry of Magic.

"Why are you mute? Speak up, you old man," Principal Delis mocked Phineas Black below. "This is all the trouble caused by you purebloods."

Even when mocked in person, Principal Blake couldn't say anything. He simply crossed his arms, lowered his head, and sat in his chair, pretending not to hear.

Dumbledore calmly responded to the group attack from the headmasters.

“Draco is just a pathetic wretch who obeys his elders; he doesn’t even know who he’s helping.” He put the diary away in the drawer. “I’m more worried about Nietzsche Holmes than that.”

“Ah! You admit it.” Phineas suddenly changed the subject, diverting the anger from himself. “You just don’t like Slytherin!”

Why worry about Nietzsche? He was the one who handled this matter.

So Dumbledore had no good intentions; this crooked-nosed old man was specifically targeting Slytherins!

“You see, this is what I was most worried about. Everyone’s attention is focused on him now. His influence at school far surpasses Tom’s. Believe me, I know all too well the gratitude in the students’ eyes…”

The principal sighed to himself, revealing a hint of sadness.

Fawkes, who had been warming himself by the fireplace, raised his head and let out a song-like cry. Perhaps sensing Dumbledore's mood, he immediately flapped his wings and flew to his arm.

The old man stroked the phoenix's dazzling red feathers, but from an outsider's perspective, the scene appeared even more desolate.

“Riddle accepted the favors of those families in Slytherin and considered himself one of them, and most importantly, the purebloods hated Muggles just like him.”

"He needed pure-bloods to build his reputation, and after Riddle became president of the student council, Slytherin became almost entirely his domain."

At this point, Principal Philida Spor, author of "A Thousand Amazing Herbs and Fungi," was quite puzzled.

"Then how did Holmes surpass Voldemort?" she asked.