Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Strictly speaking, your credit is also in this." Nietzsche took her hand again, "Let's go... If it weren't for you, how could Smaug and I kill a giant?"

They went all the way to the school infirmary. From Madam Pomfrey's mouth, they could learn that Harry Potter was not too injured, but fainted due to mental stimulation and excessive blood loss.

Cedric's bed was next door, and he was surrounded by worried friends, partners and family.

But his problems were more serious than Harry's. First, there were some large and small black magic effects, and then there was the weakness caused by the overdraft of magic power... But it was better than death.

"So what should we do if we continue to let Harry? Continue to play the savior?" Nietzsche closed the curtain and ordered, "Quirinas, please go to my dormitory to get the Horcrux, and the password is 'Honor Eternal'."

He looked at Riddle who had remained silent the entire time. The other party took this opportunity to resurrect, so he had to make sure that his body would not be hidden.

Dumbledore reached out and gently smoothed Harry's frown.

"The plan was successfully completed, so there will be no difficulty for him to serve as the savior." The principal smiled slightly, "You understand Harry's protection, right? Now, as long as Voldemort does not die, he will not die. "

This surprised Nietzsche. He activated Occlumency, calmed down and began to think about the connection:

The protection on Harry was caused by Lily's ancient magic, caused by 'love', and Voldemort was resurrected and took his blood. Therefore, the two of them will form a symbiotic relationship because of ancient magic;

Riddle was resurrected through the ritual, and he swallowed the remaining soul in Harry's body, allowing Harry to transfer his identity as a 'horcrux'.

"Harry is the most unfettered one." Nietzsche reacted immediately.

"Yes, he will not be killed by Voldemort." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with excitement, "I didn't know it at first. I couldn't be sure until Riddle and I found the magic about resurrection."

This is what the principal wants.

While freeing Harry from the Horcrux, it also gave him the confidence to fail.

They can fail countless times, but Voldemort cannot once... Once the remaining Horcruxes are destroyed, it will be time for Riddle and Voldemort to compete.

Chapter 275 The weird triangle relationship

Originally, in Nietzsche's vision, Harry had to use his own death to achieve the purpose of destroying the 'Horcrux', but now with the resurrection of Voldemort and the ancient magic of Lily protecting Harry in his body, everything has changed. Got:

Harry will not be killed by Voldemort's 'Killing Curse' before Voldemort dies.

In other words, the moment Voldemort cleverly used Harry's blood to resurrect him, the former had already appointed a 'savior' for himself.

"To be honest, I was worried about this child's future, but it doesn't matter now." Dumbledore happily covered Harry with a quilt on the hospital bed, smiling so hard, "Thank you, Riddle... "

Nietzsche and Hermione both looked at Dumbledore in surprise. He didn't have the slightest bit of calmness and wisdom as a principal.

The moonlight shines through the window of the school infirmary and shines on Harry's sleeping face. After the pain and sorrow between his brows are smoothed away by Dumbledore, only silence remains - an old man looks at him kindly. children.

Riddle looked the weirdest, as if he had stuffed the entire bag of strange-flavored beans into his mouth. He wrinkled at first, then showed disdain, and after a while he stared at Dumbledore calmly... .

"If you want to talk about understanding love again, then forget it. I am just rushing to be resurrected." Riddle said.

"I'm just thanking you for saving a child's life." Dumbledore whispered, "You saved Harry instead of choosing to become Voldemort... Look, since you accepted the Muggle part of yourself , more humane.”

"Just a transaction."

Riddle pointed at the principal and Nietzsche, then at himself, and made the whole thing very cold.

The deal in this matter is that the premise of Riddle's resurrection is to help Harry understand the soul in his body. After all, the real body'diary' is still in Nietzsche's hands, and life and death are just a matter of his thoughts.

"Then what should we call you now?" Hermione broke the other party's indifference, "Now that you are resurrected and have a body, you must have a name to distinguish yourself from Voldemort, right?"

These words reminded Riddle, he stayed away from the hospital bed and stood by the window, his head slightly raised 35°.

"Marvolo...Marvolo Sisyphus."

"You still remember her." Dumbledore sighed heavily, making him look more sentimental, "Your mother---Merope..."

"Among the Pleiades, Merop is the inconspicuous one, because the other six are married to gods, and she is married to a mortal." Riddle said coldly, "How could I forget that among the few These are the only things left in my memory.”

Maybe it was fate. After all, Voldemort separated those 'weak' memories, and he could only remember these.

At the same time, Nietzsche understood that the other party was satirizing himself: the cunning and witty Riedel deceived death, but this was not a punishment. He was born from this memory, and now he must continue to carry it with him.

At this moment, there were several noises coming from the door of the school infirmary.

"How could this be? I believe enough that Voldemort is still alive... no... preparing for war? You are simply crazy!"

Nietzsche heard Fudge yelling and scolding several people.

This made several people in the room very unhappy, not to mention Hermione and Nietzsche who had just fought with Voldemort's legion.

So he put on a clean wizard robe and walked out. As soon as he opened the door, several people outside smelled a strong smell of blood and stench, and Fudge made several retching sounds.

"What happened?" Nietzsche said sternly, unconsciously and with some anger, "Why are you all so noisy here... Fudge, I won't let Lockhart help you get Barty Crouch Jr.'s Remember it?"

Not only Professor McGonagall, but also Scrimgeour and Quirrell from the Ministry of Magic are here, including several professors.

"Our clever minister wants to bring the dementors to the school." Quirrell leaned against the wall and sneered lazily.

"I just want to protect Hogwarts... Those are Death Eaters! They are the best at dealing with those desperadoes." Fudge said displeasedly, "There is no war, how can this matter have anything to do with Muggles? It has something to do with..."

"Then are you saying I'm blind? I caught those werewolves with my own hands!" Lockhart shouted, "I fought for those innocent Muggles where you can't see them!"

Seeing Nietzsche come out, Lockhart seemed to be supported by someone, and his momentum immediately became arrogant.

He dealt with celebrities in the Muggle world all day long, and for people like Fudge, he no longer had the smile he used to have, let alone please him. This made Fudge very angry.

In fact, Fudge had no reason not to believe in Voldemort's resurrection. The only competitor within the Ministry of Magic also protected the Death Eaters, but he was too arrogant and a little stupid, and his actions were always unsatisfactory.

"It's not just Voldemort. Your most important thing now is to control the British government." Nietzsche took a deep breath and warned himself not to be angry. "The British Prime Minister will cause trouble for you with the 'Hangleton Massacre'."

He really wished he could split his soul apart like Voldemort did.

Everything was like a chain reaction, pushing many things to come out, and he had to use Fudge's hand to seize the opportunity.

"Isn't that what Muggles are like, what trouble can they get into..." Fudge muttered, seemingly nonchalantly.

"Do you think they can't deal with wizards?" Nietzsche said. "An Auror may be able to deal with two or three dark wizards, but there is no way he can block hundreds of explosive spells... Huh? How do you think I know that? !”

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was planning to use the Imperius Curse whenever Fudge disobeyed.

In fact, this thought only flashed through my mind.

Nietzsche walked up and down the corridor in front of the school infirmary like a madman.

"My fault... But if you want to promote magic, this will definitely happen..." He suddenly grabbed the minister's sleeve and said in an almost commanding tone, "You admitted that my factory is It’s legal in the wizarding world, right?”

"No---that's right." Fudge was startled by his sudden outburst.

"Don't give up the factory to the Muggles, otherwise they will produce a large number of weapons---the same kind that the Purifiers will attack you... How long can it take?"

"What?!"

Fudge blinked dazedly, not paying attention to Nietzsche's overstepping behavior for a while, and even felt that Voldemort's resurrection was not a big deal.

"How can Muggles use magic... No, I just made peace with those Muggles..."

"Peace? The premise of peace is to be prepared for war!" Nietzsche's mind was running very fast under the influence of Occlumency, and he continued, "Hang on, I can find a way to make up for the wizard's shortcomings!"

Quirrell looked on, his eyes filled with sadness, as if he could see the tangle in his heart.

The reason why Nietzsche can think of these is not all due to his intelligence, but because he has experienced too much... He understands how vulnerable wizards are after Muggles are equipped with a series of weapons such as 'E-11' on a large scale. .

"I...I understand." Fudge couldn't suppress the disbelief in his eyes, "I will be...prepared for war...Oh my God, what is going on."

He used a lot of strength to break away Nietzsche's hand holding his clothes, shaking his head and sighing.

Nietzsche cursed Voldemort and the purebloods in his mind, then turned to the remaining people and said: "Mr. Scrimgeour, I hope you will continue to hunt down those Death Eaters and ask Rita to release those names. ”

"Teacher Quirinus, I need you to stay in school for now."

Quirrell glanced at him with interest, but did not refuse. He just nodded silently, his movements as light as if he was distracted and shaking his head.

Not only Harry, but Nietzsche himself was also in a somewhat embarrassing situation.

His relationship with the Muggle world and the wizarding world seemed to have become weird because of the advent of the war.

Chapter 276: Fish and bear’s paw, I want them all!

After a few days, Cedric and Harry had fully recovered, and no one else needed to worry. The two would always find ways to have some fun in the school infirmary to pass the time.

And Lockhart moved very quickly. I heard that he had already started writing a new novel. The content is about how the great Gilderoy Lockhart battled wits and courage with the mysterious man, and finally defeated the Death Eaters. story...

When it comes to fame, Lockhart is so crazy that he forgets his fear of Voldemort.

Everyone is preparing for Voldemort's arrival, or celebrating Harry and Cedric's narrow escape...

Only Nietzsche did not join those happy ranks. He couldn't laugh, and he didn't know what to be happy about. On the one hand, he had to think about how to deal with the future of wizards, and on the other hand, he had to deal with Voldemort's army.

When Hermione found Nietzsche again, it was already the afternoon before leaving school.

"You can't take care of both ends at the same time." She looked at those bloodshot eyes and coaxed distressedly.

"Why not?" Nietzsche rubbed his sore eyes. He had not slept for two nights. "If wizards give gifts to the world, they should not become whetstones. I will definitely find a way..."

He has his own persistence, and this motivation does not come from Muggles or wizards, but from his own heart.

No one can understand the feeling of facing those magic weapons. Only he can understand it. Since the sharpest spear has been made, all he can do is to give it the 'strongest shield'.

And the answer lies with Harry...

"I often wonder if humanity will perish when the chain reaction starts...because there is only one percent chance, so I'm thinking about a kind of magic, a kind of rune magic."

Hermione felt that he could not take care of the feelings of Muggles and wizards at the same time, because being caught in the middle was the most dangerous.

But she understood it wrong. Nietzsche did not think that he was caught in the middle... No, it was far more than that. He was a third faction independent of the middle. Only in this way could he simultaneously overwhelm Voldemort and the group of Muggles who were the main war faction. .

Since the experience during the summer vacation of third grade, he no longer trusts the British government and the Prime Minister. Now that war is coming, why can't he start his own business?

No one can kidnap him because of his identity as a Muggle or wizard!

Hermione looked at the various runes in front of her, her heart seemed to be blocked by something, and she suddenly remembered the scene when she was surrounded by Death Eaters.

"Our 'Blood Pact' is the direction of your research?" She pulled out the necklace from her collar and her eyes widened in surprise, "No wonder...no wonder those spells can be rebounded..."

Of course, Nietzsche would always remember the dilemma of being besieged, and naturally he would not let Hermione experience it again.

"The Iron Armor Curse is too weak. It can only block attacks, but cannot deal a blow to the attacker... Wizard culture is very popular in 'dueling', and they have never experienced the kind of war where human lives are used as numbers..."

But before he finished speaking, he was hugged by the other party, and Crookshanks was almost squeezed into a pie.

The hug was full of apology and gratitude, and it wasn't until poor Crookshanks hissed for help that Hermione let go of him. After landing, the ginger Persian cat scratched the two of them angrily before running away.

Hermione's lips opened again and again, and finally she said a few words: "Let's go, the party has begun."

Of course, when the two of them walked into the Great Hall, they found that the decorations usually used to celebrate the House Cup winners were missing. There was neither the red and gold of the lions nor the black and green of Slytherin.

On the four dining tables, there are vases at short intervals with the flags of Durmstrang, Beauxbatons and Hogwarts in them.

Karkaroff seemed very nervous. He moved his seat next to Dean Snape instead of sitting with the other principals. It seemed that Voldemort's resurrection had caused him a lot of panic.

In addition to the principal and professors, Scrimgeour was also left behind, talking to Dumbledore about the school's security issues.

The only one worth noting was Tom... ah no, it should be Marvolo Sisyphus. He was standing next to the guest of honor, smiling politely at every student who was observing him.

Perhaps Dumbledore noticed him and Hermione coming in, so he stood up and tapped the cup in front of him.

"It's over." The principal said, "I believe many people have heard some rumors... about Voldemort, but unfortunately it is true, and this is exactly why we are gathered here now."

When Dumbledore said the name of the mysterious man, chatter immediately filled the auditorium.

Many people seemed nervous and scared. Of course, not everyone was like this. Some people were very angry...such as Gore, who was staring at Nietzsche with hatred.

But does he care?

Nietzsche sneered in his heart. What was even more regrettable was that Dumbledore would not allow him to do it in school.

"But we had anticipated Voldemort's actions, so Potter, Diggory and Granger were not harmed. The darkness has come. I hope you can unite and hope...some people can make the right choice." ”

Now that he was talking about the children of Death Eaters, Dumbledore seemed willing to give them a chance.

Nietzsche rubbed the comfortable black walnut wood, looking past the snacks and wine glasses filled with juice on the long table, scanning between the pure-blood students, and mentally weighing the timing of his move.

When he looked over, Goyle, Crabbe and others immediately lowered their heads and looked away.

At this time, Dumbledore waved and rushed Marvolo, who was standing next to him, over, holding his shoulder.

"Many families have been harmed by Voldemort, and Hogwarts will take them in... Let me introduce you, this is Marvolo Sisyphus, who will report as a fifth-year student." The principal announced.

What a suitable reason, as an innocent person "harmed by Voldemort", he quickly gained the sympathy of many people.

Especially those witches... Of course, Marvolo is handsome and has a pitiful and shy look, which naturally arouses the desire of those senior girls to protect him.

Nietzsche moved his eyes and found that Harry subconsciously rubbed his forehead with his fingers, but he did not show any pain---he was no longer a Horcrux, so naturally he would not react to Voldemort's soul.

Today's Harry is truly reborn.