Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Being able means being sure. Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix are the least likely. Death Eaters... it's possible, but they don't have the ability. Voldemort can, but he will really die if he is not careful.

So he thought of Muggles, of course, not real Muggles, but Moran who might be among the 501st Stormtroopers.

There were a total of twelve doors around the rotunda. Nietzsche opened one of them curiously and saw brains floating in translucent potions under the candlelight with blue flames...

It looks terrifying and perfectly fits the ancient Muggle stereotype of wizards.

"This is a secret!" When Tonks was angry, her hair would turn fiery red, and she closed the door hard. "A very dangerous secret... The Department of Mysteries is all studying things that cannot be known. "

"Even the minister and I can't know?"

"Yes...but it's dangerous, didn't you hear?" Tonks was almost driven crazy by him.

"Yeah, I heard it. It sounds perfect for causing an accident."

But Nietzsche was like a curious baby. When he saw this door being closed, he turned around and planned to open another door next to it.

The moment he pushed away, he almost thought he was squeezing into the universe. The whole room was filled with darkness and countless stars, which made him hold his breath subconsciously.

"That's the Space Hall...enough!" Tonks shouted angrily, "You said you were going to die? What on earth is going on?"

"I'm trying to think of a way." Nietzsche was like a comedian in a nonsensical comedy, his words didn't match his words, and every move made Tonks confused, "I'm thinking of a way... I can A way to die together.”

"'Perish together' and 'suspended death' are very contradictory terms.両"

Tonks was right. If these two words were spoken together, it would be a linguistic error in itself.

But the problem is that Nietzsche always felt that he was missing something, as if fate was guiding him... Bah! No, he has always scorned fate.

There is an empty stone arch in the execution hall. There are many silk-like translucent black substances floating inside the door. From the name, it can be understood that this is probably a room for studying death.

"What do you think of this place?" Nietzsche asked like a scholar.

He seemed humble, but it would have been nice if he wasn't asking, 'How about I die here?'

"Don't go there!" Tonks took his hand and explained, "No one knows what's behind that, whether it's the realm of death... If you want to lead the enemy into it, then don't even think about coming back. ”

Nietzsche closed the door obediently and chose the next 'morgue':

This room is wider than the previous room, and it may have been enchanted by space. There are only endless display cabinets filled with large and small crystal balls that emit different lights.

"A place for prophecies," Tonks said without thinking.

"It's useless." Nietzsche closed the door with disdain. "For me, it's not special enough."

"Then I can tell you clearly that the things in the Department of Mysteries will not be special to anyone!" Tonks' breathing began to become heavier.

Nietzsche began to search for all the information in his mind, all the key points...

But everything along the way was solved by him relying on his keen sense of smell, and at most Hermione's cooperation. From the Sorcerer's Stone to Moriarty to Voldemort's resurrection, nothing could be said to be... Above is 'good luck'.

In other words, the key point was discovered by him, but happened by chance, except... her?

"Granger." Nietzsche said to himself as he felt a little depressed as his heart felt like he had been punched by someone.

"Who?" said Tonks.

"In second grade, Professor McGonagall borrowed a time-turner from here! Then Hermione came back. Where did you put that thing?"

"I'm not a silent person, how could I know where it is..." Tonks muttered, "Maybe it's in the Time Hall."

After hearing this, Nietzsche immediately began to investigate. He began to open the doors one after another, and finally found a room full of ticking sounds next to a locked love hall.

When he saw the room full of different clocks, with only a table, chair and lamp in the middle, he had been on tenterhooks.

As he walked inside step by step, Tonks's anxious shouting gradually became unreal, and was automatically replaced by Granger's voice: 'The time when we meet again depends on you. ’

People who travel across the world will not be restricted, but the timeline will not change in any way.

Nietzsche got a vague answer: his future was about to become another Granger's past.

Chapter 336 The confident Nietzsche

The third day.

The owl with the emblem of the Ministry of Magic flew through the streets and alleys hung with mistletoe, flying past the rows of bright yellow and orange on the gray and white background, and finally stopped in front of a unique house.

You know, it is very easy to find a house full of Baroque decorations among a group of block-shaped houses.

Gilderoy Lockhart was holding a glass of warm whiskey, lying on the wooden rocking chair by the window, enjoying an undisturbed Christmas... Of course, he didn't forget to write blessings to those loyal readers.

"Merry Christmas, little one." Lockhart took off the thin letter paper and threw the owl into the fruit bowl on the table.

The owl flapped its wings, shook off the snow on its body, took a few dried fruits in its mouth, and ran to the stove to keep warm.

There is only one very concise sentence in the letter:

Prepare for coronation.

"What does this mean?" Lockhart sat up, let the snowflakes through the cracks in the window hit his face, and pointed with his wand, "The true colors are now revealed!"

Nothing happened, so he flipped the paper back and forth unbelievingly, and even stretched it to the edge of the fireplace in an attempt to heat it with the fire. In the end, he almost burned the paper, which frightened him and kept using his saliva-stained fingers. Rub it back and forth.

However, no matter what method Lockhart used, there was only this sentence on the thin piece of paper.

"Nietzsche is going to be crowned king? Can't he be more straightforward?" He patted his head in distress, "Damn it, if only Quirinas was still here..."

The only thing Lockhart could understand was that someone was going to be king...that's probably what it meant.

But who would be the King of England? He immediately thought of several candidates who he thought were very reliable, but he soon felt relieved, thinking: 'What am I struggling with? Nietzsche will always arrange things properly. . ’

Yes, with this thought in mind, Lockhart sat back on the rocking chair again, controlling the quill to write blessings on a large number of greeting cards.

"That's right, someone will definitely come to me when the time comes." He said to himself as if reciting an opera, "No matter who it is, as long as it's not me, I'm a great hero... Everyone, I am 'Peace Star'."

Among the piles of letters from readers, they were all full of admiration and emotion for the new book, and Lockhart actually read them all and responded to them all responsibly.

The latest novel is his description of how Nietzsche dealt with the resurrected Voldemort. The only small change was to replace Nietzsche's name with his own.

But the response has been great! He is a young and promising parliamentarian among Muggles, and a great pacifist among wizards. Whenever Lockhart thinks about this, he can't help but sigh that this is probably the most glorious moment in his life.

The Christmas holiday also serves as the fourth day of war preparations.

Bode, who was walking out of the tavern, walked drunkenly in the snow to his home. He had no children or a wife. As a silent man, he had devoted his whole life to the great study of magic.

"Happy! Everyone..." Bode was still immersed in the celebration just now, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

Suddenly, two men in black robes carried Bald into a deep alley in front of many Muggles, but the Muggles did not notice.

"Who?" Bode couldn't muster any strength, and the hand reaching for his pocket was grabbed. When he saw the two people clearly, his slow brain began to struggle out of the paralysis of alcohol, "It's you. ..? That traitor!”

He recognized Rookwood, a colleague of Voldemort's lackey during the First Wizarding War.

"Shh~~" Rookwood comforted, "We won't harm you, old colleague... Don't worry, I just want to borrow your identity..."

Compared to the insidious him, Malfoy doesn't have that much free time.

Bode had the tip of the wand pointed between his eyebrows. He felt that his blood vessels were beating, as if he was desperately squeezing around just to avoid being poked.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Just leave it to the Dark Lord." Lucius pinched his throat. At this moment, he finally showed the murderous intent of a desperado instead of the arrogance of an old nobleman, "Collapse! "

Day five.

The Grangers, who were protected by rune magic, saw the latest news at home - the Prime Minister was explaining the recent frequent appearances of werewolves, vampires, and dementors that caused sudden changes in temperature.

Rather than appeasing the British, what the Prime Minister cares most about is the ridicule from other countries: the French feel that the British are pretending again.

At the same time, heavily armed Muggles were entering the main hall of the Ministry of Magic one after another.

Day six.

Nietzsche from the Ministry of Magic was rummaging through thousands of paper documents to find the 'IOU' from his third grade. For the sake of efficiency, he asked Tonks to help find relevant files.

"This is illegal!" Tonks pouted and said with great reluctance, "If Remus finds out about it and accuses me of not following the rules at work... I say, you have to find that person What does a time turner do?”

"Because it is special," Nietzsche said calmly.

For this reason again, Tonks hated talking to people like Nietzsche because it made her look stupid.

There were too many documents, and unlike Muggles who could store them in a string of data, Nietzsche could only rummage through tens of thousands of Time Turner management files.

Historically, many people have borrowed time turners in the past, and some have even disappeared or been directly erased...

"I really don't understand. Can a time turner be special enough to prevent you from being erased from time?" Her vagina and chair were covered by documents, "Third year... Minerva McGonagall... .Ah! I found it!”

Nitze held his hands on both sides, climbed out of the sea of ​​paper, and lay on Tonks to watch.

The document states:

[Minerva McGonagall guarantees that this object is only for Hermione Granger's learning use... It has been recovered... Confirmed, the time turner has lost its function... Does this mean that magic will directly affect time? ? To be confirmed...]

In the document bag wrapped in oilproof paper, there was a bulging object, which was the time converter Granger had left for him.

But the clock had stopped turning, just as the document said---it had lost its function.

"What are you going to do?" Tonks squeezed the bag tightly, as if she would not give it to him unless she made it clear. "This is 'time'! There is no good end to playing with time... You will even be erased from this world."

She had all the qualities that an Auror had, including the judgment of danger.

Of course, Nietzsche could see her worries: Tonks thought he was treating the entire wizarding world as a very irresponsible game.

"I'm not playing with time, Tonks, on the contrary, I'm filling in history." Nietzsche looked at him with admiration and explained.

"But it is abandoned now!"

"There are many things I can't explain clearly, but believe me, I won't joke with my life." Nietzsche snatched the time converter from the slightly loosened palm and hung it around his neck.

Day 7.

Nietzsche sat quietly in the hall of the Department of Mysteries. He couldn't be sure who would come first: the group of Death Eaters who were planning to break into the prison? Or Moran who was going to kill him?

But the only thing he could be sure of was that both sides wanted to kill him...

Seven, this was a perfect number, but the patrolling Aurors and Muggles were slowly consuming their energy. They began to show their impatience. After all, many of them had family affairs.

The more irritable people were, the more it meant that the final charge was coming.

Suddenly, Nietzsche heard a few crackling explosions, which sounded like the sound of Apparition, but much smaller than the real Apparition sound. Then, the ceiling above his head began to shake violently.

Just like Voldemort's movement trajectory, it was incomprehensible and there was no pattern to follow.

In the last second, he could hear a few passing Aurors complaining about the boring Christmas patrol, and in the next second, the piercing alarm that permeated the entire Ministry of Magic.

They are coming.

Chapter 337 The Final Case

"They are coming, get ready to attack!"

Fire, explosion, screams and curses, all at the same time as the alarm sounded through Nietzsche's ears, countless spells shook the Ministry of Magic building to the point of collapse.

After a short period of tinnitus, Nietzsche found that the sound suddenly stopped, as if the radio had been stopped, and the eight floors above instantly fell into a ten-second silence, followed by a huge magical force that destroyed the ceiling.

Nietzsche couldn't tell the direction for a moment, broken obsidian and dust filled the entire hall of the Department of Mysteries, and countless blue, red and green beams flashed intertwined.

Nietzsche gently raised his wand, making a dust-free area around him.

"Go get something... something the Dark Lord wants..." He saw several shadows illuminated by beams in front of him, and heard the other party say.

"Rookwood! I'm going to find my son!" a woman said anxiously.

"Sissi, the Dark Lord is stopping those rubbish, and you are thinking about your son now?" The other woman seemed even more impatient, she could almost be called screaming, "Bring that thing!"

"My husband will go..."

Just by looking up slightly, you can see that Voldemort conjured a silver shield out of thin air, easily blocking the curse while sweeping the superstructure with fire.

Nietzsche tore off the outer wizard robe, revealing the black and green basilisk armor underneath, and put on a helmet.

He did not expose himself immediately, but raised his left arm first, randomly selected a few unlucky people in front of him, and two of the Death Eaters were pulled in front of him before they finished speaking.

"Zilla~"

The energy of the Illumination Spell that could ignite the wand tore the Death Eaters' bodies in an instant, and they could still feel the pain brought by the Cruciatus Curse before they died.

When they died, their facial features and limbs twitched and twisted into an irregular shape.

"Avada Kedavra! There's an enemy!" The crazy woman reacted instantly, and a green beam of light drove the dust towards Nietzsche.

Nietzsche waved the wand in his hand, easily lifted the head of the wizard statue that fell from the first floor from the ruins, and smashed it at the other party, while he followed behind at a high speed.

The killing curse smashed the head of the golden wizard statue. Nietzsche bent down, passed through the other two killing curses, turned around and rolled up the rubble with his cloak, and took advantage of the other party being confused, and changed to holding the wand with both hands to swing.