Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Yes, wouldn't this kind of murder be even more abhorrent?

Then there is only one explanation—Peter Pettigrew did not kill the two children intentionally, but did so in self-defense.

The victim came from a wizarding family and died without losing any money or clothing. Therefore, Peter Pettigrew's motive was not revenge or money, but rather the Animagus.

It wasn't because their identities were discovered by two preschool wizard children, but because of their own safety.

“You can see from the Second Salem massacre and the style of the US Congress that there is often a high-pressure policy here. Under such a system, people’s minds are often distorted... for example, animal abuse?” Nietzsche said calmly.

He pulled out his wand and activated the Tracking Charm, causing a cloud of yellow sand to billow up inside the gloomy sewers, and instantly creating many golden waves in the air to guide the sand.

Peter Pettigrew is very good at using the Animagus to hide in wizarding families, but this time his luck wasn't so good.

“Hmm---It’s hard to say. I’ve certainly encountered a lot of lunatics when I was on missions before.” Tina wholeheartedly agreed.

Fortunately, Peter Pettigrew did not casually throw away or sell the Hufflepuff Cup. He dared not do so. Even if Voldemort had not failed or truly died, he could at least produce something to demonstrate his 'loyalty'.

Following the signs, they navigated the labyrinthine pipes, and as the once sticky ground grew drier, it meant they were getting closer to their goal...

"Squeak."

But the further he went, the more Nietzsche realized that something was wrong.

"Watch out." He stopped and looked at the dark corner and the flowing sewage. "Did you hear anything?"

“The sound of mice.” Tina turned her head and listened for a while. “It’s very dense, like a rat infestation… You said Peter’s Animagus is a rat, then that makes sense. He might communicate with his own kind.”

He didn't find it normal; on the contrary, these dense swarms of rats seemed more dangerous, almost like a signal.

"It's a live animal alarm!" He realized something was wrong.

Tina swiftly raised her wand, and a wisp of burning red spark shot from its tip, even though they could see the entire passageway beneath the trajectory of the spark flare:

The passageway ahead was filled with swarms of rats, so densely packed that they gave you goosebumps at first glance. Their bodies were strangely swollen, and they didn't look like living creatures at all. As the sparks passed by, they all raised their heads in unison.

Nietzsche was suddenly nudged a few times. It was Tina, who was holding up her magic wand for illumination and solemnly pointing to the path behind them.

The rat carcasses that were everywhere also came to life—their bodies, which had been accidentally crushed by Nietzsche, were now crawling on the ground, dragging their rotting flesh.

“The magic of the undead.” Nietzsche still had the mind to joke. “If we had come a few days later, Little Star might have already established his own underground kingdom in Manhattan.”

"..."

Tina was exhausted. Looking at the horde of rats filled with physical horror, she wished she could go back to her youth and fight against the UMNO.

"Stop saying how abnormal the American wizarding world is. Your British black wizards aren't much better." She rolled up her sleeves as she complained, "The Virtuoso Party never intended to study these black magic tricks involving corpses."

Therefore, Voldemort was merely a terrorist, while Grindelwald was able to have his own political party in the wizarding world.

Nietzsche stepped forward amidst the screams of the rats, drawing a circle around himself and Tina with his lightsaber. The rising flames emanated from the two of them, burning any undead rats that tried to rush in to ashes.

Whenever he gracefully raises his wand, a burst of flame begins to spread in the direction it points.

This scene instantly pulled Tina's thoughts back to Père Lachaise Cemetery in France, where, in her eyes, Nietzsche's silhouette seemed to be gradually merging with Grindelwald's...

"Watch out for the fire serpents," Nietzsche warned Tina, who was lost in thought, as she carefully controlled the fire.

The Fire of the Rift is listed as a 'forbidden spell' by many countries, not only because of its terrifying power and difficulty in control, but also because fire ash snakes can be born from the extremely hot ashes.

The fire ash snake has a very short lifespan, so it quickly produces egg cases with high temperatures, which poses a serious threat to the local environment.

For the first time, Tina felt the sensation of being surrounded by flames—an unparalleled sense of security.

She used the Freeze Charm to clean up the ashes left by the rats and began to observe the golden guidance of the Tracking Charm.

The blue flames, fueled by the methane and rats, began to expand rapidly and fill the entire sewer system, spewing flames from the gaps in other manhole covers, turning all the manhole covers in Manhattan a blazing red.

Nietzsche brushed away the scattered ashes while trying to suppress the increasingly out-of-control flames around him.

"That's his hiding place!"

The sharp-eyed Tina spotted several dilapidated sofas at the end of the passage, while the golden cup sat perfectly intact. On the other side was a silver hand with a resurrection stone ring emitting a mesmerizing glow on its index finger.

Clearly, the curse caused the hand to fall off...

"Armor protects you." Tina bent her arm behind her back and blocked an attack from an inconspicuous corner without turning her head.

Nietzsche turned his head and saw a shrinking figure running out from under the shadow of the Illumination Charm. Peter Pettigrew's first reaction after seeing that the sneak attack had failed was to run away, but he was immediately pulled out of the filthy pipe by Nietzsche.

Magic gripped his neck, and the bald, black rat was flung onto the floor.

"The true form is revealed!" Tina's wand glowed with a blue light, and before her, the rat began to grow a human head and a body so disgusting that one would want to forget it after just one look.

He curled up his only remaining left arm, looking no different from a rat, but immediately put on a fawning smile upon seeing Nietzsche's face.

“Sherlock Holmes…” Peter Pettigrew rasped.

Nietzsche put his hands behind his back and looked gently at Peter Pettigrew. Magic gripped his neck like a silver hand until Tina intervened, causing the rat-man to inhale the fumes from the sewers.

Threatened with death, Peter Pettigrew dared not make a sound, and instead cast a pitiful look at Tina.

“Hand him over to the Muggles…” she gently advised. “He killed three children in the street and caused great panic among the Muggles. They need a sinner.”

Nietzsche stroked his wand, his peaceful blue eyes fixed on Peter, who was nodding repeatedly.

Suddenly he realized something very funny—Peter Pettigrew seemed to think that falling into the hands of Muggles would allow him to survive, or at least give him a chance to escape.

The wizard criminals must die, and they must be executed by Muggles in order to eliminate the Muggles' fear.

“Peter~ Peter~” Nietzsche crouched down and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “I didn’t expect you to still have the Hufflepuff Cup that Malfoy took. It seems you have another plan.”

"No! No, I... I was protecting this Horcrux for you..." Pettigrew cried.

"is it?"

"It's absolutely true! I am protecting your Horcrux."

“But that golden cup is a fake,” Nietzsche said coldly. “Your magical abilities are not bad. If you had any intention of destroying the Horcrux, I would not have been able to find you immediately. Because it is just an ordinary golden cup.”

He summoned the Hufflepuff Cup, which was placed in the center of the sofa, and smashed it on the ground in front of Tina and Peter Pettigrew, using magic to break it into eight pieces. The gold nuggets were then carelessly thrown into the sewage.

Little Pettigrew was speechless; any attempt to demonstrate loyalty seemed utterly powerless in the face of absolute truth.

He was afraid of death, he was cowardly, he was worried that Voldemort would find him one day, so after failing to hide in a wizarding family, he found a new home in the sewers... He was always wavering, never having a firm stance.

“But don’t worry, I’ll be with you for the rest of your days,” Nietzsche said with a forced smile.

He wouldn't leave anywhere until he was executed by the Muggles.

P.S.: Trailer for "The Death of Peter Pettigrew"

Chapter 406 The Death of the Rat

Breaking news! A serial killer who committed crimes in the street has been arrested by the New York Police Department.

This news was incredibly reassuring for Muggles, but the NYPD Commissioner was the only one who couldn't smile. This should have been a golden opportunity, but why would a small serial crime case attract the attention of the Department of Defense?!

And... who is this carefree British kid, and who is he?!

PYPD: I can do without this achievement.

The English boy being roared at in the other's mind was Nietzsche. The next day, he sat with his legs crossed, drinking cheap milk coffee in the safest office in New York. On the third day, Mr. Samuel, whom he had met in the same grade, was discussing the verdict on the black wizard.

“I remember you were previously…in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?” Nietzsche said.

“Because I attended the trials of the British Ministry of Magic, I later joined the Ministry of Defence, precisely to guard against such unpredictable enemies as dark wizards,” Samuel said kindly. “As for you, Mr. Holmes, you are now the Director of the SHD.”

Hmph, if he could, he would rather leave the mess to the house-elves.

Nietzsche would get angry whenever this was mentioned, so he suppressed his anger and said, "I was a child laborer, and the British just love to exploit the useful ones to the extreme."

Samuel, seeing the genuine resentment in Nietzsche, felt a surge of admiration for him, but also found it amusing—even a person in their sixties or seventies might not be able to perform this kind of 'child labor' so well.

Out of respect, he shook hands with a minor child with great care.

"In any case, you have helped me twice."

At least Nietzsche no longer had to bother explaining the wizard's situation to a Muggle who knew nothing, and he didn't have to worry about a Muggle supremacist coming. The kindness and help he had shown six years ago were finally paying off.

It may be just a small choice, but no one knows what kind of impact it will have on the future.

“Since this Peter is a British dark wizard, we can allow you to extradite him back,” Samuel said calmly. “It’s already quite remarkable that you’re leaving this honor to the NYPD…”

Did they lose anything? No, on the contrary, it was Nietzsche who caught the prisoner.

Although Little Stark killed someone in the street, the victim was a wizard, and the person who died on the ferry was an Englishman, so it was already a good deal for Samuel.

Nietzsche turned his head and looked through the glass at Tina and Peter Pettigrew, who was tied up. He raised his right index finger and gently interrupted her suggestion, his smile from the pleasantries fading slightly.

"I need you to arrange a public execution as soon as possible, and the identity of the person involved must also be 'public'."

Director N乪YPD was making coffee with his head down, feeling like he had overheard many things he shouldn't have.

Nietzsche continued, “I have already taken control of the Magical Congress, and all I need is your help to give it a push... Only a fair trial can dismantle the wizards’ insignificant sense of holiness, and Ms. Goldstein will be present at that trial.”

Peter represents the American Wizarding Secrets Act, and Tina Goldstein represents the impartiality of the Magical Congress; he will utterly tear down this fig leaf.

Samuel and Nietzsche both looked at the director, remaining silent as if awaiting instructions.

The NYPD chief thought to himself: Do I dare say 'no'?

"No problem. Regarding the wizard... cough cough, the trial of the dark wizard can take place the day after tomorrow afternoon." Seeing the two big shots frowning, he immediately corrected his wording.

This was a windfall for Samuel, who had no reason to refuse and quickly approved all the procedures.

Peter Pettigrew, who knew nothing, sat in a solitary cell, looking out at Tina and Nietzsche who were personally guarding him. He felt a chill in his heart; he was so honored to have Nietzsche personally watching over him.

During this boring period, Nietzsche had Dobby move all the files of the Magical Congress over.

The reason was that Tina asked a very important question: "Since the current president is being forced to step down, how should the future Magic Congress be managed?"

So Nietzsche and Tina began to peruse the various files, trying to find suitable candidates. However, when he saw the tattered parchment related to the founding of the Magical Congress, he noticed a surname—Potter.

His full name is Abraham Potter, and he was one of the original twelve Aurors.

"Does he have any descendants in the Magic Council?" Nietzsche asked on a whim, pointing to the register that recorded countless names.

Tina, with her presbyopia, struggled to move from the archives. It was hard to imagine that an old woman would have such strong willpower to read these dry articles. Nietzsche saw Hermione's shadow in her.

Speaking of which... Hermione would probably do the same, maybe even piling up a ton of files at home.

“There shouldn’t be any more. Only two of the twelve Aurors died of old age.” Tina also noticed the surname. “If you’re asking about the Potter family, the ‘savior’ of Hogwarts does seem to be a distant relative.”

"very good."

Nietzsche closed the book, snapped his fingers happily, and told Dobby to clear everything back into Woolworth Building.