Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Nietzsche didn't dare to get angry, because through his upside-down view, he could see Professor Snape slowly walking out from behind the curtain.

Professor Snape remained silent, slowly inching forward with his wand raised. His expression shifted from initial seriousness to relaxation, and finally returned to a detached scrutiny—the same way professors typically looked at Potter during first-year Potions class.

“You’re not the only one, are you?” Nietzsche turned his head with difficulty, trying to see the dark corner clearly. “The sofa has been subjected to a transformation spell.”

A tabby cat jumped out, transforming back into Professor McGonagall a second before its forelegs landed.

Good news: He guessed right.

Bad news: This doesn't necessarily mean it's a good thing.

“Dear Vice Principal McGonagall…” Nietzsche said in an almost ingratiating tone, “I didn’t think you would play such tricks with Snape. Could you please put it down for me?”

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and was about to take out her wand when she was stopped by someone else.

Huh? There's a third person.

“No need. I believe the great, arrogant Sherlock Holmes wouldn’t care about such a ‘trick’,” Quirino’s voice came from behind Nietzsche.

Behind him... you should know that Nietzsche was hanging from the ceiling, which means that from the moment he pushed open the door, Quirrell had been standing on the ceiling watching his every move, like an upside-down bat.

But then again, who would stand on the ceiling for no reason?

"Aha, it must have been Headmaster Dumbledore who told you." Nietzsche winked, trying to get away with it by being cute.

Professor McGonagall swiftly drew her wand from her sleeve and tapped it against the air, causing it to flash. He was then rendered speechless—the Transfiguration spell had made his mouth disappear.

Is this Professor McGonagall? Or is it the seemingly cold but warm-hearted Headmaster of Gryffindor?

Everything has changed, all changed. Snape corrupted them...

“In fact, we are punishing you for skipping class without cause, Mr. Holmes.” Even when it was revenge, Professor McGonagall would use a meticulous excuse to cover it up. She said angrily, “Based on your egregious behavior, we cannot deal with it by deducting points.”

Professors Snape, Quirrell, and McGonagall exchanged glances, and then unleashed their respective special moves.

He may escape death, but he can't escape punishment. Nietzsche is going to get a beating today, but on the bright side, at least he's the first Slytherin snake since Hogwarts to make the Gryffindor and Slytherin headmasters put aside their prejudices.

What's even more ridiculous is that the first victim of the righteous mob was not Voldemort, but Nietzsche, the one who proposed it.

If Rita Skeeter saw this, the headline of the next issue of the daily newspaper would probably be:

Shocking! The third-generation Dark Lord, who committed countless atrocities, causing immense distress to the Magical Congress of America, and forcing President Kohauer to step down through force, was ultimately defeated by three professors... A look at the little-known history of Hogwarts.

Half an hour later, Quirrell threw Nietzsche, whose face was bruised and red, back to the ground.

"Don't tell me you're here..."

“I waited all night, that’s right.” Quirrell confirmed his thoughts and said without any attempt to hide it. “Dumbledore has already explained the ‘Darth Vader’ thing. Friendly reminder: don’t eat any food that Slughorn has handled tonight.”

The three leaders' eyes gradually turned dangerous again.

What kind of behavior is this? Sitting sneakily next to them is just like watching a joke. McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell are all incredibly proud, and two of them even dared to trip up Voldemort for the sake of their pride.

Seeing that the second brawl was about to begin, Nietzsche, in a moment of panic, immediately covered his face and asked, "Where's Hermione?"

This was clearly not a good topic, but it was the only one he could think of at the moment.

“He’s in the Great Hall,” Snape said coldly. “But given your current status… Quirinus, what’s the name of that kid who came with Karkaroff again?”

“Krum, the World Quidditch Champion.” Quirrell reacted quickly, smoothly taking over the conversation, and adding fuel to the fire, “Miss Granger is in high demand now; no one would dislike a tragic young woman who has lost her lover.”

Nietzsche turned to Professor McGonagall, hoping to hear an explanation.

"Really? No wonder Krum is always so serious when he studies. It seems he wants to show off his abilities in front of Miss Granger..." Professor Cat said ambiguously.

Nietzsche told himself: Don't be angry, the professors are just taking revenge on me.

“But don’t blame them, after all, Karkaroff likes to find all sorts of protective umbrellas for himself,” Snape said abruptly.

Nietzsche stood up abruptly and strode towards the door.

"Isn't Karkaroff your friend?" Professor McGonagall was puzzled and greatly shocked.

“Strictly speaking, they’re ‘comrades-in-arms,’ but it doesn’t matter, lest they continue to ‘talk nonsense’ at school.” Snape’s hooked nose radiated a malicious glint as he tossed aside his cloak and followed.

(Hogwarts sounds like "nonsense" in Chinese, and was criticized by Queenie in "Fantastic Beasts 1".)

Chapter 409 Battle of the Five Armies

The sarcasm "nonsense" originated in France and was subsequently used most frequently by Durmstrang's students.

"Hogwarts is the best magic school?" the German student would say whenever he got into an argument. "It is indeed the best school... when it comes to talking nonsense! Otherwise, why would you need our help?"

The Hogwarts students had no way to refute this and could only silently endure it.

After the Christmas holidays, they were informed by other schools that the 'exchange meeting' was actually a deployment to rally for a counterattack. Therefore, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were indeed there to help, which also proved that Hogwarts was not the 'best'.

The upperclassmen at Hogwarts were whispering amongst themselves about Dumbledore, feeling that there was absolutely no need for help from other schools.

Karkarov, who had just come up from below, was carrying a bottle of wine, humming a tune, and swinging a wool cloak hanging over his shoulder, while the robust Krum followed beside Principal Durmstrang.

“Don’t let people look down on you, Viktor,” he admonished his student. “This ‘exchange’ will be recorded in the history of magic, and I don’t want Durmstrang’s students to contribute less than the Englishmen who need help.”

He values ​​honor highly, just like a warrior of the Goblet of Fire, always thinking about how to wash away his dark history.

“It’s what we should do, Headmaster,” Krum said, standing straight beside the grim armor.

“Very good, very good… Speaking of which, I remember you had a pretty good impression of that Granger before?” Karkaroff’s ulterior motives seemed even more sleazy beneath his gray goatee as he probed indirectly.

“She has a partner, Principal.”

Krum saw the principal's hidden intentions, so he frowned, but still sighed with regret.

"But I heard her partner seems to be..."

“I know he’s a hero, Headmaster. I’ve heard about what happened at the British Ministry of Magic.” Krum’s tone was starting to sound a little impatient. “If there’s nothing else, I also have a broomstick practice session with Potter.”

"Potter?" Karkaroff scratched his head, praising him with delight, "While not quite as good as Granger, he's still pretty good..."

Then his student left the castle without looking back and headed towards the magic ship that emerged from the Black Lake.

Almost everyone knows what a scoundrel Karkaroff is, especially for Krum. After this scoundrel became their principal, there was no way to ignore him.

The former Death Eater headmaster took a sip of wine with relish, fantasizing about a Slughorn-style future while leaning against the window to admire the beautiful view of dozens of Hebrides black dragons resting on the shore of the Black Lake.

Just then, a pair of iron hands suddenly pressed down on his shoulders from behind.

If it were just the armor standing against the wall, there wouldn't be anything to be afraid of. But when he turned around and saw Nietzsche's face behind the lifted visor, he was so frightened that he lost all strength in the hand holding the wine bottle.

"Snapped!"

The aroma of fermenting wine wafted from my nose out the window, and the scarlet liquid flowed slowly across the stone floor.

Nietzsche glanced in the direction Krum had gone, then forcefully squeezed Karkarov's shoulder, straightening the bones of the frail old headmaster.

“You like to use those honors to cover up your flaws? No problem, I’ll give them to you, but please remember this: only what you earn with your own hands can convince others.” He pinched the other man’s neck like he was squeezing a chick.

Karkarov kicked his legs wildly, his mind a complete mess.

"You...you're dead...no, a ghost? Cough cough...Mr. Holmes?"

However, Nietzsche did not want to hear his explanation. Instead, he grabbed the man by the neck, carried him into the Slug Club, and threw him at Madame Maxime's feet.

“Great hero, please sit over there,” Nietzsche said, gesturing to the chairs next to the two principals.

"I'm no hero... It's all... it's all Maxim's fault!" Karkarov glanced at the group of people who seemed unfazed, and immediately realized that the person in front of him wasn't an illusion. So he pleaded, "It's all her fault, she didn't tell me about you!"

Mrs. Maxim sat alone in the three-seater sofa, her initial sympathy immediately plummeting to rock bottom. She silently sipped her bucket of butterbeer, pretending not to have seen anything.

Professor McGonagall, who was already somewhat cunning, even dozed off, since Karkaroff was always spouting nonsense.

“Alright, Igor, can’t you straighten your back like a man?” Snape said calmly. “Although you said some unpleasant things at school, Nietzsche won’t do anything to you… at least not now.”

The words of comfort only made Karkaroff, who was already frightened, even more worried about his life. He moved his chair next to Dumbledore.

Hermione rolled her eyes, drew her wand, and made a seat for Nietzsche by the fireplace.

"Could you hurry up? I have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Snape this afternoon." She turned her head and said softly, "The recent news about Voldemort has Marvolo a bit distracted, and Potter is also very nervous... For your sake, the headmaster gave everyone a half-day off."

The trouble Nietzsche is causing now seems even greater than before, because his arrival led to the cancellation of all Hogwarts classes that afternoon, all to gather in his office on the seventh floor.

Professor Slughorn, however, is probably secretly pleased. Perhaps he has another thing to brag about: the three headmasters defeated Voldemort in the Slug Club!

Nietzsche sat beside Hermione, his right hand resting naturally on the back of her left hand, which was resting on the armrest, and looked around from left to right in the orange firelight:

Karkaroff of Durmstrang was hunched over, as if he would immediately hide behind Dumbledore in the middle if attacked. Mrs. Maxim of Beauxbatons was chatting with Hagrid, and the two half-giants were drinking from barrels as cups.

Professor Flitwick had placed several books on his chair, Professor Sprout would occasionally glance worriedly towards the Forbidden Forest, Snape toyed with his wand, and Professor McGonagall was seemingly observing the two children's clasped hands...

“We don’t know your plans, so you will lead this meeting,” Dumbledore said with a slight nod.

Any important matter comes out of the headmaster of Hogwarts as casually as asking 'What would you like to eat for dinner?' because he is always so unhurried and keeps his emotions to himself.

Europe's three great magic schools, the Stormtroopers awaiting Nietzsche's command, Voldemort's dark army...

This was the Battle of the Five Armies, which was used to end Voldemort's reign.

Chapter 410 Special Uses of Protective Spells

Before making any strategic deployments, they had to understand one thing: Voldemort could not be allowed to leave this time.

"How does Hogwarts prevent Voldemort from escaping?" Nietzsche asked the most crucial question.

This is not a war of the Ministry of Magic. Nietzsche does not need to kill anyone in Voldemort's name. Therefore, all arrangements will be based on this 'annihilation' and will eliminate any possibility of Voldemort's escape.

When discussing this topic, the magic of Hogwarts Castle is often mentioned.

“Anti-Illusion Charm,” Mrs. Maxime said lazily. “Both dark wizards and Aurors from the Ministry of Magic use this spell in certain situations to restrict the enemy’s movements, and it is the most effective means.”

“But Hogwarts’ Anti-Apparition cannot stop the Portkey, and… there are special exceptions.” Professor McGonagall glanced sideways at Nietzsche.

Hogwarts was founded a long time ago, and although its facilities are complete, many aspects are still imperfect.

As for that 'exception'...

“Voldemort cannot defy the limitations of Apparition unless he has also experienced time travel,” Nietzsche assured him. “He is obsessed with immortality and dark magic and looks down on those unorthodox methods.”

The only exceptions here are Nietzsche and future wizards. Voldemort was already bound by his own will.

“I can use Beauxbatons’ alchemical resources, and no one can enter the school without a permitted door key,” Mrs. Maxim said.

French alchemy inherited some of Nicolas Flamel's mantle; for example, the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic has an effect similar to the legendary Nibelungen, which might be able to block the Portkey that Voldemort had prepared in advance for his escape.

At that moment, Snape spoke, looking at the swaying glass in his hand, and said, "Voldemort can fly."