Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Do not go gentle into a good night

Nietzsche used one of the three unforgivable curses under duress.

Although he didn't know if it would have any effect, he could at least see the mysterious man's hand tremble and he staggered back two steps, stopping the spellcasting.

Nietzsche seemed to hear a crying sound in a daze... perhaps it was a hallucination.

"Look, how similar you and I are," the mysterious voice continued leisurely, seemingly unaffected. "We relied on ourselves to change those people's perceptions of us..."

Nietzsche quickly reached out and pulled Hermione, who was unconscious half a meter away, to his side.

“I never cared about what people thought of me.” Nietzsche pulled a licorice stick from his pocket, chewed it, and said, “I have never changed other people’s opinions; they saw another hope for themselves.”

The other party looked in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, pondered for a moment, and did not intend to continue wasting the hard-won life force.

“Sometimes I really want to kill you, but that would be too easy. I hope you live to see the day I regain my physical form, Holmes…” He toyed with the wand in his hand.

“Of course I’ll live. By the way, do you remember your lackeys?” Nietzsche completely shielded Hermione behind him, giving her no chance. “I’m afraid there will be fewer of them recently. Their minds aren’t on you.”

Sowing discord? Or a form of intimidating confession?

But none of this mattered to the mysterious figure who had launched the first magical war.

"If you care so much about Muggles, then... consider it a gift from me." The mysterious man with a snake-like face waved his hand elegantly and said leisurely.

The undetectable poison gas was undoubtedly his doing.

He was just helping out the purebloods by doing some harmless killings, and didn't seem to care much about their so-called plans.

“Voldemort is dead... but it doesn’t matter. Even if you don’t make a move, I’ll still kill a few purebloods.” He slowly retreated, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness where the moonlight couldn’t reach. “It’s not impossible for you to do it.”

After the other party disappeared without a trace, Nietzsche chewed on a licorice stick, calmed himself down, and alertly sensed his surroundings. He would prepare for any movement that might be made.

If Voldemort were to take action himself, it would be a warning to others.

But if Nietzsche and Muggles were to intervene, it would cause the pure-blood families to band together for mutual support... In any case, it would suit Voldemort's wishes.

"They're there!" Ron's anxious voice came from behind, followed by the sound of horses' hooves.

When the rest of the group arrived, they could only see Nietzsche standing in the moonlight, his face covered in mud and blood, wearing only a thin shirt, with Hermione Granger covered at his feet in a wizard's robe.

Everything around him was destroyed, which meant that Nietzsche had a direct confrontation with that person.

Ronan's face was filled with sorrow.

"Nietzsche! Hermione... quick! Give them a hand and get them to the castle!" Hagrid came running over, carrying a dead unicorn. "How is it? Is Granger... that beast even spares children...?"

But Bane hesitated for only a moment before stopping Hagrid.

"Leave it to me," he said. "You few...keep watch around the perimeter!"

After selecting a few centaurs, Bane picked up Nietzsche around the waist, then placed the unconscious Hermione on top of him. His strong arms carried the two young wizards with ease.

“I’m a wounded person, do you know how badly she’s hurt?” Nietzsche complained.

"So what do you want, to sit on me?" Bane retorted as he hurried along. "I'm a centaur, not a mule!"

With the centaurs by his side, Nietzsche finally felt a little relieved. Even if Voldemort returned home, he believed that Bane would risk his life to deliver the two of them to Hogwarts Castle.

So his eyelids gradually drooped down.

Argus Filch, the administrator who was about to close the gate, was so frightened by the sight of the centaur squad rushing towards him with weapons that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"What...what have you done to the students?" He saw Nietzsche and Hermione covered in wounds, and tried his best to look fierce, stammering as he threatened, "I'm going to tell Headmaster Dumbledore that you attacked the students!"

It was also said that Headmaster Dumbledore would make the centaurs pay the price and drive Bane and Ronan out of the Forbidden Forest.

For a moment, he forgot to investigate why the students were attacked by centaurs in the Forbidden Forest.

“Poor ignorant fool.” Bain, unusually, did not lose his temper.

Filch stumbled up the steps, and Professor McGonagall arrived just two minutes later.

When she saw Nietzsche covered in blood and Hermione unconscious, she was just as frightened as Filch. Professor McGonagall glared at the centaurs, raised her right arm, and then the statues on the walls of the hall began to come to life.

The tall knight statues that were originally used for decoration in the hall all stared at Bane at the door.

“We meant no harm!” Bane quickly took a few steps back, explaining under immense pressure, “They were attacked by dark wizards on their way back from the Forbidden Forest... We promised Headmaster Dumbledore!”

The stone knights did not respond, but simply leaned on their greatswords and halberds, looking down at them like gods.

“I hope so.” Professor McGonagall pulled Nietzsche and Hermione aside and looked them over.

Hermione Granger, in particular, was the most severely injured, and McGonagall could sense the chilling curse and hatred emanating from her through the aura of magic.

The Cruciatus Curse... She picked up Hermione with heartache and immediately took her to the school clinic.

Nietzsche slept very uncomfortably, as he could always hear some kind of muttering echoing in the deepest part of his consciousness, which contained his disgust and hatred... some of which were directed at certain rules, and some of which were directed at the wizard himself.

The first thing he did after waking up was to pull back the curtains... but all he saw was Neville chewing bubble gum.

"Where's Hermione?" Nietzsche propped up his pillow and sat up.

“She’s been transferred to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Arts. Don’t worry, the medical standards there are much better than…” Neville lowered his voice, “much better than Madam Pomfrey, and they specialize in treating dark magic.”

“Oh…” Nietzsche sighed in disappointment.

It should be class time now, and the corridor is quiet. The occasional footsteps passing by make Nietzsche guess that they are students skipping class.

He touched his sleeves and the bedside table; they were clean. It seemed the wand was nowhere to be found.

Neville didn't know what to say, so he awkwardly scratched his face, took out a piece of magic bubble gum from his pocket, and threw it onto Nietzsche's bed, his eyes still showing some reluctance, as if it were a very precious treasure.

He didn't have that look in his eyes when Malfoy took his forgotten ball.

“I visited my mother at Christmas, and she bought a whole bunch of bubble gum again… My grandma doesn’t allow me to eat these, but my mom says that eating some helps relieve stress when you’re unhappy,” Neville said with a good-natured smile.

"Your parents were also killed by the Cruciatus Curse by the mysterious man... I'm sorry." Nietzsche recalled Voldemort's mockery.

"Ah, I heard he was driven insane by one of that person's Death Eaters, for a long time... But it doesn't really matter. Even though my mom doesn't remember me, she still loves me very much."

Neville blew a bubble and, in the lightest of tones, stated the cruelest truth.

His parents were tortured so badly for resisting the mysterious man that they forgot many things, including their own son.

“I’m sorry, I… I don’t know how, I just suddenly…” Neville didn’t know how to describe himself last night. His mind was blank, filled with those tragic memories.

“It’s alright.” Nietzsche shook his head, not blaming him.

“But I just don’t know why, I forgot what I was doing... I... Ron could have helped you.”

"And then there's another person lying there?" Nietzsche blew a bubble, then waved his hand and closed the curtain again. "I'll sleep a little longer, and wake me if Hermione comes back."

Neville was stunned. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't choose to continue blaming himself.

"By the way, I saw Dumbledore take your wand away, saying... your wand has changed a little."

"Okay, you should rest too." Ni buried her head in a pillow.

Chapter Seventy: A Day Trip to Saint Mungo

While Madame Pomfrey was preparing the potion, Nietzsche secretly left the school clinic, clutching the note the headmaster had placed on his bedside table.

"Licorice Wand~" Following the password on the note, he walked into the corridor behind the stone beast.

On Dumbledore's desk, there was only a lone wand placed in the middle.

It looks no different from others—black walnut wood, fourteen inches long, with unicorn hair, crafted by Ollivander, nothing special, its owner was Nietzsche Holmes.

"You've come already?" Dumbledore sighed, looking at the student who entered. "If Madam Pomfrey finds out you left without permission, don't say I sent you..."

“It’s almost healed.” Nietzsche looked around and noticed that the Mirror of Erised was gone.

In reality, he was quite uneasy. After all, the fact that the headmaster had suddenly taken his wand meant that he had discovered something, which meant that Headmaster Dumbledore might already know about the Unforgivable Curse.

Nietzsche sat down calmly, searching for some excuse in his mind.

"There's been a slight... change in the core of your wand?" Dumbledore said calmly, handing the item back to him.

Looking up from the tip of the staff, one can see that the white unicorn hair inside is gone.

No, Nietzsche used the Illumination Charm on his wand and found that the core was still there. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the unicorn hair had simply turned black... as black as a Thestral's hair.

“Perhaps it’s just a change in color…” Nietzsche said.

“I asked Ollivander, and he has never encountered this situation since he started using unicorn hair as the core of his staff… Of course, many times it is just the core that breaks, but that is not a change that occurs on its own.”

Nietzsche's magic wand has become so black-cored.

Dumbledore's blue eyes, hidden behind his half-moon spectacles, couldn't help but show some worry and fear. He took out his wand with its distinct joints, waved it, and then the tip of Nietzsche's wand emitted a dark red light.

“The Flashback Charm, which the Ministry of Magic typically uses to detect spells recently used by a suspect,” Dumbledore explained.

“Am I being interrogated now?” Nietzsche’s gaze did not waver. “As a prisoner.”

"Of course not, child... I can believe you have your reasons for doing this, but... I just don't want you to come into contact with the Unforgivable Curse too early. Voldemort's grasp of people's hearts is always so negative; that's his weakness."

Dumbledore had already learned what had happened from Neville.

Voldemort wants to kill Harry, and they stop him... It sounds simple, but Dumbledore understands Voldemort's mind well. It's impossible for Voldemort to turn his attention to Harry so early on before achieving his ultimate goal.

The headmaster didn't say much about the light displayed on Nietzsche's wand.

“He thought I would be wary of you, and of course... that's possible, but I think you meant well, so you don't need to worry about the Ministry of Magic’s summons.”

Nietzsche raised an eyebrow and put the wand back in his sleeve.

"So, will this staff core have any unique effects?" He changed the subject, shifting the focus away from himself.

"I don't know. If you don't like it later, you can just change to another one," the headmaster said. "Do you think I've done a deep study of wand science?"

Dumbledore curled his lip, walked to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of glittering powder from a jar in the wall groove, and sprinkled it onto the igniting flames. Instantly, the fireplace burst into a large, twisting, grass-green fire.

He then beckoned Nietzsche over with his finger.

“If you’re planning to visit Miss Granger, we can use Floo Powder to get to St. Mungo’s Hospital… Thanks to Headmistress Delis, we have a secret passage.” The headmistress grabbed Nietzsche’s arm.

What does this mean? Does it mean that Hogwarts' Floo Network isn't under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic's Traffic Management Bureau?

Immediately afterward, Nietzsche was dragged into the flames before he could think any further.

Although there was no burning pain as I had imagined, every breath I took caused me to cough from the ashes in the furnace, and it was as if a green curtain was blocking my view, making everything blurry.

When he emerged again, Nietzsche looked as if he had just rolled around in a furnace full of coals.

Nietzsche habitually looked around.