Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"That's easy to say... Since you two are here as guests, let's meet the owner first."

Nietzsche wanted to resist, but at the same time, dozens of beams of light lit up around him. Even though he survived most of the attacks in front of him, he was hit by the dense repulsion spells like raindrops and could not escape.

He forced himself to get up from the ground again and again despite the drowsy effect.

"Moran..."

"Your will is really strong." The other party applauded him, "If you graduate successfully, you should be able to become the youngest director of the Law Enforcement Department, if you can live to that time."

Nietzsche faced the army gathered around him, gritted his teeth and held up the barrier. He couldn't tell whether he had read the spell wrong.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the reason why he didn't fall as quickly as Sherlock was the anti-spell clothes on his body.

The blue-white beams were reflected, splashing beautiful sparks on the armor spell, but it was in vain, just like in a storm, even if you hold an umbrella, you can't avoid being wet by the rain.

Before Nietzsche fell into coma, he sighed in his mind - he would use the scales of the basilisk to make a full protective armor.

When he woke up again, he found that he had been transferred. He was dizzy, and the only thing his five senses could feel was the comfortable and pleasant music, and... the fragrance.

"A few purgers just escaped. If you don't mind, you can eat something before I find the doctor. It's the famous smoked minced meat sausage and apple crisp."

Moriarty sat at the dining table and tied a scarf for the two of them.

But Nietzsche didn't appreciate it. He wanted to change his sitting position, but found that he was tied to the chair. The only thing he could move was his hands, but Sherlock ate the food without thinking.

He sighed calmly:

"I am as horrified by your crime as I am by your skill in committing it."

"You used those children to let the Obscure create various crises in the two worlds in different identities. After learning about Voldemort from the purebloods, you shifted the conflict to them..."

"Wrong!"

There was only one light bulb in the vacated room, which only illuminated the dining table.

The cold wind poured in from the ventilation window above, making it sway, which made Moriarty, Nietzsche, and Sherlock unable to see each other's true appearance, and they were in a state of flickering.

"I didn't shift the blame. Purebloods and wizards are like religions and civilians, always establishing a slave-like concept." Moriarty suddenly turned his head again, "I have a question... Why don't you face yourself?"

He seemed to be targeting Nietzsche, which suddenly made Sherlock's heart a fire.

Even the gin suddenly didn't smell good.

"What do you mean." Nietzsche said calmly.

"Nietzsche... You are honest, but you are cautious and always limit yourself."

"Are you going to use those young Obscure like you! And then promote a war without limit?" Nietzsche suddenly jumped up and slammed the table.

The guards at the door were so scared that they immediately pointed their blasters at him, the wizard.

Moriarty wiped the spit on his face and glanced to the side without leaving a trace. Then one of the young guards hit him hard with the butt of the gun, and Nietzsche's head fell into the plate.

After the pain, there was a moment of numbness, followed by a little blood flowing from the forehead.

It turned out that Moriarty did not treat him specially because he was a child. In a sense, it can be regarded as equal respect.

"To be honest. I didn't start a war. I was just a maintenance worker who provided fuel for the train of history." He looked at Nietzsche disappointedly, "There is only a layer of morality between you and me."

Sherlock's eyes gradually became dangerous, and he glared at him.

However, Moriarty disagreed, and even said that he now enjoyed the look in the eyes of Holmes and his son. The more he hated them, the more he could feel the taste of victory.

"I said, I will find your most fatal weakness, Sherlock. You always deceive yourself and think that you are different from others, but in fact, you value feelings more than anyone else... before it was Irene, now it is him and Watson."

"Even if you kill him... my son, I will make you regret it."

"I won't kill him." Moriarty hummed classical music elegantly, "I will make you suffer for the rest of your life."

He hung a hook on Nietzsche's shoulder blade.

Then, he pulled the iron chain hard, and Nietzsche, who was sitting next to Sherlock, was pulled back rapidly, and hung in the air together with the chair.

The weight of himself and the chair made the pain of tearing more intense. Nietzsche felt that his arm was about to break, and the echo of his wailing in the room made Sherlock sweat.

He admitted that he was panicking, looking up at the sky, estimating the time by the position of the moon.

Hermione Granger, who was far away in England, was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt something stepping on her face. She opened her eyes and found that Crookshanks was stepping on her nose.

"Why are you here?" She turned on the night light in a daze.

Crookshanks raised his neck, and there was a letter tied on it.

The content of the letter was very simple, with only the signatures of Nietzsche and Sherlock, a location and two sentences:

Heilbronn, Meinhard's military factory.

If it's convenient, please come; if it's not convenient, please come.

Chapter 214 Jedi Master (wrong)

No reader recognized the famous line at the end of the previous chapter (the famous scene between Watson and Holmes), woooo

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When Hermione, who received the "invitation", rushed to Heilbronn with Quirrell, her stomach was still churning because of the Apparition spell...

After leading away a few sluggish Obscure, Watson did not meet Nietzsche and others, but met Hermione and Quirrell who came to support. They looked at each other and knew something was wrong.

Then they split into two groups - the priest and the Purger went to the station, and Quirinus, Hermione and John returned to Moriarty's factory.

But now, when you go in, it's completely different from before, with patrolling soldiers and guards everywhere.

A beam of light appeared from the towering cloud, Quirrell Without even bothering to raise their hands, the surrounding walls changed their shapes and blocked their way, being blown to pieces.

The sirens, footsteps and German curses made Hermione's head dazed.

What was even more horrifying was the radio that was turned on, from which came the wailing of gnashing teeth and the music of the phonograph.

"It's the broadcasting room!" Hermione shuttled through the residential area and the road, and roughly determined the location of several people in her mind, "There will be no other transfer stations for factories like this."

But as soon as she took a step anxiously, a light red beam flew over in an instant, and the impact of the explosion knocked her over, and the rubble and broken tiles cut her exposed skin.

Quirrell dodged to the side, deflected the two spells that followed, and immediately used Transfiguration to hide himself and his group in the street.

"Did you find anything?" he asked.

"It seems... it's from the direction of the watchtower." Watson's excellent intuition and observation in the battle immediately discovered the direction of the attack.

"The opponent is an expelled Auror, and he is quite arrogant." Quirrell analyzed calmly, "Hermione, I will attract the firepower. As long as the opponent shows impatience in terms of frequency, it is your time to take action."

After that, he rolled over and flashed to the street.

Although Quirrell's actual combat experience is far behind Moran, his magic skills have temporarily smoothed out this gap. The courage he showed made Hermione sigh.

While dodging flexibly, he can also use various tricks to clear out the surrounding soldiers.

I can only say... he is worthy of being a person who dared to fantasize about defeating Voldemort when he was young.

"Really a jumper fleas." Moran gradually began to get impatient after failing several times in a row.

Although the factory area was set up with an anti-Apparition spell, the opponent did not intend to fight back, but just hid with him everywhere. Moran, who was inspired by the desire to win, gradually became impatient with his shooting skills---switched to full automatic.

From a high vantage point, the bottom was bumpy, but as soon as a gap was blown open, Quirrell would immediately repair it.

He wanted to see how this person could consume him. You know, wizards can then restore their magic power by resting, but the body as a container is ultimately limited.

"Granger, aim, you only have one chance." Hermione held her breath and looked at the lighthouse in the distance.

She was concentrating and focusing her mind on her goal, but what magic should she use...

War magic?

Explosion spell?

No, she thought of a better magic that could ignore accuracy.

Hermione's mind went back to the time when she first learned magic, and the words 'there is no try, only can or can' echoed in her ears. To be honest, she has a way, but she is just worried about whether she can succeed.

"Levitate~"

As she raised her hand, Moran, who was blocking them from the lighthouse, began to feel a shake.

At first, he thought it was an earthquake, because he actually noticed that the target in the camera was gradually shrinking... He suddenly moved his eyes away, only to find that the entire lighthouse he was in was gradually suspended in the air.

Why did Moran choose the lighthouse as a hiding place?

Because he thought he was a hunter, so he needed a wide field of vision, and the thick brick wall could withstand the baptism of dozens of magic.

But he never expected that Hermione would come up with this trick.

"This is not fair." Moran threw down the E-11 blaster, and when the steel pipes and masonry began to twist, the space gradually shrank inward and floated dozens of meters in the air, he jumped down from it.

But Hermione obviously would not let him go easily. When she struggled to control the huge lighthouse to smash down, she felt that it seemed not as difficult as at the beginning.

Just... It was like breaking through some kind of shackles.

'So that's it... Weight is not a problem, will is the key. '

Hermione gradually understood everything.

People in the entire factory saw this shocking scene: the lighthouse used to illuminate the sky and provide directions for river ships was suspended like a castle in the air, and the ruins became a dark cloud weighing on their hearts.

"Go!" Former Auror Sebastian Moran rushed out of the smoke, dragged the professor and ran, and shouted to the guards who came to support, "Go! If they run, I will kill you!"

Half of the area became a ruin, and even Moriarty swallowed his throat.

"The wand is flying." Hermione stepped on a piece of ruins, summoned Nietzsche's wand, and threw it down from above.

"Wow, she looks much better than you." Sherlock said.

"Yeah, it's amazing, she almost crushed us to death... The door is wide open!" Nietzsche covered his shoulders and used a simple unlocking spell to smash the wall that trapped him and create a hole with black smoke.

Hardcore door opening.

But I have to admit that Nietzsche was still very happy when he saw Hermione. It would be better if he was not so embarrassed.

"You should be glad that I came in time."

Although Hermione's mouth was unforgiving, her body was very honest to support him. Otherwise, what else could she do? Anyway, it was not the first or second time. She was just preparing for the award ceremony of the Order of Merlin in her dream, but now she was standing here.

While the Grangers were sleeping, their daughter came to the French-German border in a flash.

Oh, I have to say: I have to go. If I don't go, starting from Britain and Ireland, the whole world will be involved in a war.

A group of fully armed Germans rushed over. Hundreds of people meant that they would face at least thousands of spells per second...Muggles don't need any other magic, as long as they can find a way to hurt wizards.

Except Nietzsche.

He raised his wand, and the head of a small team that just showed up was twisted off neatly.

For him and Hermione, there is still a significant weakness: Muggles without magical protection have nothing but equipment.

Nietzsche looked at Hermione who was back to back with him, and suddenly thought of a question in his mind. He waved his wand, and the flames began to engulf the surrounding alleys and houses, lighting up the sky like a sunset.

Watson and Holmes on the side were not idle either. They each carried a new weapon and really experienced the joy of wizards.

"Are you happy?" He asked with a little guilt.

To be honest, he hoped Hermione was looking for excitement.

"What?" She yelled madly.

"I mean --- is it happier than being a good student? You obviously didn't have to come."

"I'm happy! Are you satisfied?!" Hermione grabbed Quirinus's hand and hooked Nietzsche's arm with the other side, "If this can turn my second-class medal into a first-class Order of Merlin, I will be even happier!"

After stepping out the anti-Apparition spell and disappearing from Heilbronn a second before the rainstorm fell.

Nietzsche experienced the feeling of being stuffed into a pipe again, but the good news is: they are safe... temporarily.

Chapter 215 The end of the branch line · Part 1

"If the summit is cancelled now, it means that all previous efforts will be in vain, and our Prime Minister will have to worry about whether there will be artillery attacks on Downing Street again. You don't understand the delicate situation at all."

After a few days of sorting out, Nietzsche and others were soon invited to the capital of Northern Ireland by Mycroft. He was not optimistic about the current situation.