Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"It's just that the magic disappeared." Hermione comforted casually.

"It's not disappeared, it's that the owl entered the unmapped area." Nietzsche said, "Any unmapped area will refuse to show the location in any form... Appare Vestigium (trace appearance)."

A golden smoke particle was exhaled from his wand, close to the ground, and began to spread around in the form of a vortex, and the range became larger and larger as the magic power spread.

Nietzsche was an experienced hunter and was very familiar with the hiding methods of the Death Eaters. After the vortex dispersed, the two of them saw many more marks on the ground.

Like footprints, some of them were still floating and looked like several frozen and constantly flashing figures...

Nietzsche followed the footprints and looked in the direction of those blurred faces. He found a clue: the names of several Quidditch teams were mixed in the signs at the entrance of the club.

"Death Eaters..." He took a deep breath, his face twisted with anger under the helmet, "Old friends."

Nietzsche put on his helmet again. In this action against the Death Eaters, who knows who will meet them---Hermione who masters war magic, Nietzsche who touches rune magic.

None of them is a good person.

Twelve house elves nervously surrounded the store. When Dobby rudely blasted the door open, dust and debris were swept into the gloomy club.

Under their respective blue and red lights, the two saw several goblin heads on the wall. Not only that, the wizards in black robes were knocked to the ground by the impact of the explosion. They seemed to be dizzy.

"Dobby knows... These are the goblin family killed by the Dark Lord!" Dobby's voice was as harsh as a banshee.

Hiss~whoosh~hiss~whoosh~

A red disarming spell flew out from the darkness, but when it hit Hermione, it was suddenly countered by magic and returned to the shadows along the original path.

There were many people, but the narrower the space, the more advantage Nietzsche had.

With the weight of his armor, he stepped hard on a Death Eater's spine, then raised his wand and used magic to press another enemy to the ceiling while cutting him in half.

Sparks flew everywhere, and in the dark room, there was only the sound of Nietzsche's breathing and the flashing red light.

Every time he swung, even if some Death Eaters used the Iron Armor Charm to block the heat of the lightsaber, they still couldn't block the scarlet of the Cruciatus Curse. Those defensive measures couldn't even last more than three seconds in his hands.

No one could maintain other magic while enduring the torture of the Cruciatus Curse... No one...

"Kill the Death Eaters!" Dobby might have been affected. He recalled his own experience and pounced on them first.

The house elves bit with their teeth and attacked with magic. The Death Eaters cried and pulled out arrows from their wounds. Some of them were like being cursed, and their bodies began to fester.

Those people couldn't believe it, and couldn't understand how these former slaves dared to attack wizards.

"Where is Astoria?" Nietzsche left only one Death Eater.

The other party was locked by the magic and brought to him.

"I... I don't know who you are talking about." The young Death Eater cried under the threat of death, "We are new members, don't kill me... Mom... Are you from the Ministry of Magic? I confess, I confess all."

This man is indeed very young, but what does this have to do with Nietzsche?

He realized that this was a Death Eater base, so he asked the house elves to check here.

For elves like Dobby, they are very sensitive to some of the Death Eaters' small mechanisms, almost intuitively. Dobby climbed onto the stool tremblingly, kicked his feet hard, and pulled the goblin's head down.

Then, they saw a staircase appear at the end of the club.

The breath in Nietzsche's helmet was like a strong wind cutting through rocks. He walked into the cave-like deep stone corridor. Several green beams flew over. He didn't think about it and threw the young Death Eater over.

It turns out that the best thing to block the killing curse is another life.

At the moment when the Death Eater died, Nietzsche threw his wand hard, and the usually harmless flying curse became a more terrifying magic in this narrow corridor---back and forth, no living person could be seen.

The narrower it was, the safer Nietzsche and Hermione were.

The enemy's spell could not hurt them, it just consumed the magic power of the two, but facing the reflected attack, the opponent had nowhere to hide.

But when they passed through the corridor with unstoppable momentum and came to the basement, they found that this was completely a provincial capital of young Death Eaters, and among this group of people, there was an acquaintance:

Gregory Goyle!

Chapter 284: Battle of Nottingham

In the basement, the iron pots and pans hanging from the ceiling were burning with flames, and the conflict was amplified. As Daphne had warned, students in Hogwarts had already joined the ranks of the Death Eaters.

Of course, Nietzsche was not surprised by these people in front of him, or rather... he was the luckier one.

In the iron cages behind them, there were several witches and wizards imprisoned, including Daphne's sister Astoria. Her face was covered with blood scabs and sweat, and the back of her hand was engraved with blood:

Pure-blood scum, traitor...

"It's you!" Goyle was terrified when he saw Hermione, but then he hardened his heart and pointed at them, "You dare to come over... You mudbloods! Why, why do you have to pick on me!"

The rest of them looked at the tunnel behind Nietzsche in panic, as if they were hoping for someone to come to support them.

But the fact is that since the two of them could walk here, it means that the group of people above are dead... Some students were scared and were chanting some names.

"Avado Kedavra!"

The sturdy Crabbe took the lead in attacking, but the faint green light was so ridiculous in Nietzsche's eyes that he didn't even bother to hide.

When the killing curse touched the helmet, the necklace on Hermione's chest flashed, and then Nietzsche didn't even shake. This move was terrifying enough for these young Death Eaters.

Their enemy actually resisted a killing curse!

"Mr. Holmes, should we do it?" Dobby was a little reluctant.

"Leave no one alive." Nietzsche lowered his head and said the cruelest words in the gentlest voice, "Dobby, if you let a little Death Eater go, they will only continue the hatred and hurt more people."

Alive?

He had always thought about keeping this group of people alive. Once school starts, they are likely to let the wolf into the house.

"But..."

"Then what is your mission? Dobby, it is to eliminate the Death Eaters. You are fighting to defeat Voldemort!" Nietzsche turned his head and stared at the group of people, and said hoarsely, "I said at the beginning that you'd better not stand in my way."

"You killed my father! It's you!" Goyle yelled madly, "I understand, you are here to find her, right? I knew that bitch Daphne would betray us!"

Ah~ How funny.

Obviously, old Goyle, as a Death Eater, followed Voldemort to kill countless people, and in the end he put himself in the position of a victim.

What's even more ridiculous is that they actually think Daphne Greengrass is a 'traitor'.

"Betrayal? She has never stood with you, so how can she betray you?" Nietzsche didn't say a word more, and almost waved his hand to pick up Crabbe and Goyle.

Magical throat lock!

Their bloodshot eyes stared at Nietzsche with incredible eyes, as if they didn't expect him to really dare to do it.

"But they are not yet adults, should we hand them over to the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione looked at the painful look of her peers and seemed a little hesitant.

However, Nietzsche said: "Then what? Even if they are locked up in Azkaban, what? Voldemort and the Death Eaters will always find a way to rescue these people... Think about it, Lucius was alive back then, which led to these messes now."

Don't think he won't settle the accounts. From the beginning of the deal with Moriarty to the Horcruxes in the second grade, he didn't miss any of them.

And Hermione slowly hardened her heart in the memories.

Nietzsche knew that she was worried about Dumbledore, so he made up his mind and clenched his palms into fists. He only heard the sound of bones breaking. Goyle and Crabbe died. When they died, their eyes were still full of fear and doubt.

To be honest, he didn't trust any managers, from the Prime Minister to Fudge and Dumbledore... He didn't think that this group of people would reform.

The remaining Death Eaters were also dumbfounded. They didn't expect that Nietzsche, who was also a student of Hogwarts and a student of Slytherin, would not show any mercy or give any chance.

In despair, the Death Eaters relied on the desire to survive and used all the magic they knew.

"Fire... Fire!" Some Death Eaters wanted to die together.

But their technology was not enough to control the fire. When they saw that the thick flames were about to get out of control and would involve those innocent wizards, Hermione just turned her wand and let the fire burn the Death Eaters to death.

Painless death, they didn't even have time to shout, they turned into a pile of ashes.

Who could have thought that their ending would be so humble, they thought Voldemort gave them everything so that they could control the fate of others, but when facing Nietzsche, who was more cruel than themselves, they didn't even have the right to beg for mercy.

Dobby carried these students and tripped over his broken arm when he walked back.

"Dobby thinks they deserve it!" It said proudly, "Mr. Holmes is right, if the Malfoy family was executed or kissed by the Dementors, Dobby could have a normal family."

In the bumpy ride, the weak Astoria woke up, and she swung her limbs in the air like a drowning person.

"You're safe, okay... It's okay." Hermione's attention was quickly divided. She hugged the girl and gently stroked the scarred back of her hand with her wand, but it didn't work after reciting the healing spell several times.

It was full of traces of black magic, and the humiliating words could not be erased for a while.

Look at these people, innocent people were tortured, maybe some Death Eaters were just in the mood, and they didn't kill people, but that was a matter of time.

If those young Death Eaters survived and escaped, and waited until the war was over and everything was calm, and then they came out like ordinary people, would it be fair to the traumatized innocent people?

In the current situation, the relationship between them and the Death Eaters was just a life-and-death struggle.

"We saved those who deserved to be saved, that's enough." Nietzsche passed his arms under her armpits and hugged her up.

He looked at the house that was about to collapse, and suddenly a good idea came to his mind.

"Dobby, take Hermione and the injured to St. Mungo's Hospital first, then find Rita and several other Muggle reporters to Nottinghamshire, and say... there is a big news." Nietzsche said.

I hope the Death Eaters like his gift.

With such a smooth encirclement and suppression operation, Fudge can send more people to form a temporary alliance with the Prime Minister, and he can continue to lead this force as the person in charge.

Chapter 285 The shaky British magic world

"Extra! The Ministry of Magic will announce that it will work with Muggles to eliminate the Death Eaters!"

The Daily Prophet was sent in large quantities to Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade and other wizard settlements. The names of the Death Eaters who died in the "Nottingham Operation" were printed on them.

And Saeki's camera recorded the death photos of every Death Eater and the destroyed gathering place.

Under Nietzsche's manipulation, Rita Skeeter skillfully made up several half-true and half-false stories with a shorthand quill, and Astoria was portrayed as a tenacious Slytherin student.

But this was just the starting point. Thanks to the legacy of "Salazar Slytherin," many wizards not only recognized Slytherin, but also saw the chaos within it:

Those people are friends, and those people are enemies.

Nietzsche and Hermione followed to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries. In the Department of Dark Magic Injuries, many pure-blood wizards who opposed pure-bloodism were receiving treatment.

They stayed here until the next morning, when Daphne, who had wrapped herself tightly, came over with her owl, and she rushed straight to her sister.

"There are reporters outside." Hermione unhappily opened the curtains a crack, and a ray of light shone on the ceiling.

"I'm just here to offer my condolences, but I can't chase them away, can I?" Fudge walked in from the door with a belly as big as a ball, and his face was as friendly as a good neighbor.

As the Minister of Magic, he had to do something to let people see.

Now that Voldemort has resurrected, the former Death Eaters and other wizards will not let him go, the conservative old wizard families will not help him, and the anti-Voldemort justice army also hates him. Only Nietzsche and his gang of newcomers can do it.

And Fudge was also very successful, because his help consolidated the ministerial chair.

"I didn't expect my father would use you to prove his loyalty..." Daphne's face was gloomy, and when she looked at her sister, her eyes were much softer.

Nietzsche asked Fudge to bring the reporter. He leaned in the corner, thinking carefully about every step to come, and rehearsed the choices and the various results in his mind countless times.

He bit the licorice wand, thinking about how to quickly ignite the anger of ordinary wizards, not just the fear of Voldemort.

The answer lies with Daphne - she can use Astoria's experience, using students who are weaker than most people, to inspire the public's empathy, and then use the closure of the wizard factory to arouse their dissatisfaction.

Fudge glanced subtly, and when he saw Nietzsche's gaze, he immediately put down his ministerial airs.

"I sympathize with your experience, child. It seems that the mysterious man is so crazy that he doesn't hesitate to torture the little wizard." He held Daphne's shoulders and walked to the door naturally.

At first, Daphne hesitated, as if she was resisting the reporters holding cameras outside the door.

But when a therapist applied medicine to the back of Astoria's hand, causing her to sob hoarsely in pain, Daphne made up her mind again, and after hugging Hermione stiffly, she followed Fudge out of the ward.

The window was raised, and Nietzsche and Hermione got behind the curtains, looking at the crowded heads, the two of them were like the new king and queen at the ceremony...

He saw Daphne wrapped in a green cloak, revealing only a head of light golden hair.

"Quiet!" Minister Fudge asked the Aurors to block the crowd, and shouted with great momentum, "This is Miss Greengrass, who is in charge of the alchemical equipment in the Ministry of Magic. She has something to say about this successful eradication operation."

Daphne said: "My sister, a third-year student, was betrayed to the mysterious man by my father. They thought I would understand and agree, but they were wrong! I will never compromise!"

"The mysterious man and the Death Eaters used panic and brutal means to stop the factory we cooperated with Muggles. Everyone... They destroyed the hope we worked for again and again. Are we just going to sit there and wait for death?"

When Voldemort was resurrected, under this fear, they saw Daphne-a Slytherin who stood on their side.

Astoria Greengrass's experience and the photo of the goblin's head made the wizards realize that the Dark Lord would not be lenient because of age, school, or race. He would only retaliate against the entire wizarding world.

So, the wizards had no choice but to stand up.