Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

It looks like a giant cake shop, where many wizards buy beautifully wrapped gifts and desserts. Above is a transparent glass roof, and in the very center is a huge portrait.

That young witch was none other than Hogwarts Headmistress, Dalys Dewent.

"This is St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts. All injured wizards, Muggles, and seriously injured students are sent here." Dumbledore led him into the hallway.

Nietzsche looked out the window and realized that this seemed to be the outskirts of London.

Outside, there was a parking lot full of cars and a billboard that read 'TaoTao Department Store'.

“This used to be a red brick building.” Nietzsche had visited this place and was somewhat surprised.

“A long time ago, St. Mungo’s bought this building. No one cares how Muggles do business here, because the wizards only valued it because it was big and clean.”

The signage indicates that they are currently on the sixth floor, in a tea room specifically for relaxation and gift purchasing.

The first floor is the Equipment Accident Department, the second floor is the Biological Accident Department, the third floor is the Strange Bacterial Infection Department, and the fourth and fifth floors are the Plant Poisoning Department and the Curse Injury Department, respectively.

So Headmaster Dumbledore simply went down one floor.

This is the place responsible for healing black magic, and sometimes for healing wizards who have made mistakes in spells. There is a locked door at the very end of the corridor, and those sharp screams and cries come from there.

The therapists, dressed in green uniforms and robes, moved back and forth between the wards.

"Is that a sorcerer suffering from mental trauma over there?" Nietzsche felt a strange chill.

At the other end of the white corridor, some wizards were pounding on the locked doors, while others were muttering to themselves.

But Nietzsche soon noticed that one of the wizarding couples was different from the others; they were sitting quietly on chairs in the corridor, holding hands, laughing at the strange and cunning wizards around them.

“It is forever,” Dumbledore added.

Fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore, who was leading the way, did not go behind the door, but instead went into one of the middle wards.

There were four beds in the room. Nietzsche spotted Hermione lying by the window at a glance. He walked up quickly, but then didn't know what to do and could only stand awkwardly next to the girl.

“When Miss Granger was brought here by Professor McGonagall, the healers here were quite startled…” Dumbledore said softly.

The Crucifix is ​​one of the most hated spells among healers.

Since this curse was invented, countless people have been sent here because of it. Therefore, any wizard who uses the Cruciatus Curse to torture or kill, regardless of the reason, is considered a criminal.

“Voldemort…” Nietzsche looked at Hermione’s serene face, and hatred began to fester in his heart.

“I suddenly remembered something Ollivander said about wands—that wands made of unicorn hair are very loyal and recognize their masters.” Dumbledore lowered the curtains around him. “So Miss Granger wasn’t hurt very badly.”

Even with each layer of attenuation, the Unforgivable Curse cast by Voldemort himself was still beyond the young wizard's ability to resist.

It's hard to imagine Hermione's feelings at that moment, preferring to suppress her sobs rather than back down to Voldemort... Perhaps she would never bow her head, even if this was just Voldemort's way of making Nietzsche directly experience hatred.

“You mean Quirrell’s wand is rebelling?” Nietzsche grasped the key point.

“But I’m more inclined to believe that Quirrell is rebelling,” Dumbledore said. “The wand chooses the wizard, and that’s not just a saying. If Quirrell truly submitted to Voldemort, then Miss Granger would probably be behind that door.”

According to Dumbledore, Voldemort always preferred to define everything through direct force.

I am stronger than you, so you will not resist, and even if you do resist, it will be of no use... Voldemort has absolute confidence in his power.

Nietzsche made no response.

"what!!"

Just as Nietzsche was pondering, Hermione, who was lying on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed, suddenly grabbed his arm.

Startled, he stumbled to the side, clutching his chest with his other hand. Even Dumbledore, standing at the foot of the bed, seemed taken aback. Only after regaining his senses did he notice the cunning and smugness in Hermione's eyes.

"Did you think I wouldn't wake up and would be sent to a 'permanent mental ward'?" Hermione laughed, slapping the blankets on the edge of the bed as she looked at Nietzsche's annoyed expression.

“It’s alright, I’ll bring the Grangers to visit you there occasionally.” Nietzsche shook off her hand.

"If you look closely, you'll notice I've been squinting slightly the whole time...tsk tsk, great detective?"

Hermione seemed to have forgotten that Dumbledore's voice had just been heard; clearly, her attention had been focused on Nietzsche, waiting for that fleeting opportunity.

Dumbledore stood at the foot of the bed, watching the two blaming each other.

Suddenly, he felt he was being superfluous...

Chapter 71 The Calm of Exam Week

Dumbledore was still scolded by Madam Pomfrey after returning from St. Mungo's.

It was Neville who said that after discovering Nietzsche, who was supposed to be recuperating, was missing, Madam Pomfrey immediately questioned Neville, and from there learned that Dumbledore had visited...

It's hard to imagine that a school principal would actually lower his head and listen attentively to the entire list of responsibilities of the faculty and staff.

“She’s gone…” Nietzsche tugged at Dumbledore’s clothes after seeing that he was still standing there in a daze after Madam Pomfrey left.

"Oh...oh? Ah...then you should go back and rest."

Judging from this, it's clear that Dumbledore just had a mental trip. Is this some kind of universal skill?

While Hermione was still recovering in the hospital for about two weeks, some of the younger wizards quickly noticed something amiss—Nietzsche had been spending a lot of time reading alone in the library lately, occasionally chatting with Potter and the others.

As a result, some Slytherins who opposed pure-blood lineages couldn't help but feel worried.

"Did he and Granger have a falling out... you know, the kind of thing that happens between couples, I've seen it in movies," Theodore whispered to his friends.

What should we do?

With final exams fast approaching, the study group is in complete chaos without Hermione.

They couldn't do what Hermione Granger did, breaking down each subject into study plans, including which books to read and what questions might appear on the exam... No, without Granger, they wouldn't even have a direction.

"Impossible, right?" Lavender immediately closed the book after hearing the topic of their discussion.

Reading books is nowhere near as interesting as gossip.

“She hasn’t even gone back to her dorm, and she’s not in class either... I heard she’s at St. Mungo’s Hospital.” Parvati also didn’t believe the so-called conflict.

She was determined to ship these two people who had known each other since Muggle school, and Merlin's presence wouldn't help, she said!

“St. Mungo?” Hubble slammed his hand on the table, his voice rising slightly. “Is it those Slytherins again? Those snake bastards… rats in the gutter!”

“Keep quiet in the library. The first time I’ll give you a warning, and the second time I’ll ask you to leave,” Mrs. Pince scolded impatiently.

Hubble shrank back, gave an awkward smile, and apologized.

"What did Nietzsche say?" Lavender inquired.

“He hasn’t been in a good mood lately,” Theodore said, practically slumped over the table, leaning across the table. “He hasn’t given extra credit in any classes except when Professor Quirrell personally asked him a question.”

After being penalized by Malfoy and his gang by a hundred percent last time, Slytherin's hourglass seems to have less than Gryffindor's.

Draco didn't think it was his fault; instead, he shifted the blame onto Quirrell.

Everyone was in a bad mood, and they knew that Nietzsche and several Gryffindors had moved into the school infirmary, so they were all very careful when they tried to talk to him, since no one knew what Nietzsche would be like if he got really angry.

But one day at noon, some of the smaller snakes witnessed it.

That day, Nietzsche had just come out of the school clinic when he ran into Draco.

"Isn't this the leader of that group of traitors?" He smelled the scent on the other person and made a disgusted face. "I can tell he's a Bone Spirit just by smelling him. He must have been beaten up... haha."

Daphne glanced at Nietzsche with a puzzled look, but said nothing.

Traitor... was the nickname Draco and his group gave to Nietzsche and the anti-pure school.

"How did you know it was Life Bone Spirit? Well... let me guess, you must have eaten quite a lot of it." Nietzsche didn't even want to look at him anymore and turned to leave.

"Where's Granger? Aren't you that... Muggle still receiving treatment at St. Mungo's, huh?" Draco didn't want to miss any opportunity to mock him. "Serves him right."

He overheard this conversation from the Gryffindors during Potions class.

Although I don't know why, I just feel very happy and enjoy it... which is exactly what Nietzsche hated the most.

Nietzsche stopped at the steps of the second-floor corridor, his back to them. Just as Draco was wildly speculating about the reason, he suddenly couldn't speak, his face gradually turned red, and he began to scratch his neck with both hands.

He looked like he had something stuck in his throat and couldn't breathe.

"It seems that person misspoke about one thing—you are the ones more suited to the Crucifixion," Nietzsche's calm voice came from the other side. "Taking pleasure in tormenting people... ha."

There is absolutely no need to convey malicious intent to people.

Nietzsche was very clear about his thoughts... He wanted to vent, especially when a certain personality trait of Draco became increasingly similar to Voldemort's. He hated it even more.

Pansy and the others panicked when they saw Draco helplessly tearing at his collar.

"Do you want to kill him?!" she screamed in terror, pulling out her wand.

Pansy had no idea what kind of dark magic Nie had used, nor how many counter-spells he had used. Just seeing Malfoy struggling in such a pathetic state made her feel a little scared, and she began to take a step back.

She didn't know what had happened to cause Nietzsche's attitude to begin to change.

Draco suddenly gasped for breath, thinking Nietzsche was acting like a madman. A series of coughs finally eased the tightness in his throat.

“If killing him could end the mess his father made,” Ni said in the calmest tone, yet with the most ferocious intent, “unfortunately, it can’t…unfortunately, it would only backfire.”

The most regrettable thing is that Nietzsche could not, as Voldemort had hoped, blindly fall into desires composed of hatred.

“You’re crazy…” Pansy suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with Nietzsche.

Normally, Nietzsche would only talk a lot, and even when he did take action, he would only retaliate after the other party made the first move.

But things are different now. That look of utter disgust is like a sword without a staff to shield him... He is not as harmless, sunny, and hopeful as Harry Potter and Granger described.

Or rather, they should be thankful that Nietzsche had a bottom line.

“Traitor? What a derogatory term,” Nietzsche said. “No, I’m going to do much more than that, Draco. Do you think the Malfoy bloodline is pure? You’re the real traitor.”

"I won't allow you to slander the Malfoy family!!" Draco shouted angrily, clutching his throat.

Nietzsche ignored him and instead smiled.

"Having come to England during the Norman Conquest, they served William I and received land and wealth in return, before turning to the magical world to serve as noble pure-bloods..."

“If you insult my family again, it won’t just be a matter between you and me!” Draco shook off Goyle and Crabbe’s hands, his extreme anger causing him to tremble.

Did the Malfoy family start by serving a Muggle?

What a joke! This is not the correct history that Draco believed.

“Why do you think I would consider you... an opponent?” Nietzsche turned around incredulously.

Voldemort wanted them to stick together for warmth.