Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

It was a house elf, but looking at Lockhart, who was scurrying about in danger, a ridiculous thought suddenly came to his mind: It seems that not all wizards are that strong.

"You know me?"

"Yes." Dobby stretched out his hand and pulled him out, and said slowly, "I know every friend of Mr. Holmes, and now, I need you to do me a favor."

"What happened?" Lockhart was almost used to feeling lucky after escaping from death.

"Take me to Miss Granger. Only she can do Mr. Holmes's job now."

Chapter 345 The Death of Umbridge

Hermione may still have doubts about Nietzsche's death, but a few days later, when Dobby, who dragged Lockhart to school, confirmed the matter, her heart seemed to be broken.

"The great Mr. Holmes sent me out, dragging the damn Dark Lord with him and Moran to be swamped by the Ministry of Magic." That's what Dobby said.

This was what the person involved saw with his own eyes, and it also extinguished the last trace of fantasy in Hermione's heart.

Great... Hermione suddenly laughed at this word for no reason in her heart, because she would rather Nietzsche could be more selfish.

When she caught a glimpse of the name on one of the textbooks out of the corner of her eye, she became furious again, and her uncontrollable magic force violently rolled the books into the corridor on the fourth floor.

"Doesn't he like to play his tricks very much?" Hermione cursed angrily. "He called him Sherlock Holmes' embodiment of the word 'smart', but now? That bastard left me here alone!"

"Miss! We don't want this!" Dobby grabbed the girl's robe that was dragging on the floor.

However, it didn't dare to use force, so it could only be dragged left and right due to Hermione's violent movements. It didn't look like a vicious person who had just killed the Muggle Prime Minister.

Gilderoy Lockhart huddled against the wall, crouching down and throwing firewood into the fireplace with a numb expression.

In fact, he knew that the fireplaces in the school were all magical flames that would not go out and did not need to be replenished with firewood, but he could only use this cyclical mechanical method to avoid the topic in this room.

Quirrell's expression became even uglier, and he rearranged the places where Hermione had messed up over and over again, putting every book together like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After a long time, Hermione slumped down on the chair in despair and looked up at the ceiling to prevent tears from flowing out.

"Daphne is right, we need to start the next step as soon as possible." Hermione closed her eyes and said as calmly as possible, "Has any of you received any new information?"

She forced her head out of her trance and ordered herself to think.

But Nietzsche didn't say anything to her, he just said a few words like 'I will use you', and then... nothing more, so she had to force herself to think about everything according to Nietzsche's logic.

Several people and house elves in the office on the fourth floor shook their heads. Only Lockhart squatted on the ground, stretched his neck like a goblin, and raised his hands humbly.

"I received a message before. Nietzsche said 'prepare to ascend the throne.'" Lockhart looked at everyone and continued, "Judging from the current situation, it may be a reminder to us to support Hermione."

He originally thought he was talking about Nietzsche, but now that the person is dead, the only possibility is Hermione.

Hermione supported her head with her right hand and tapped the five fingers of her left hand back and forth on the table. She thought to herself: Dobby cleaned up the Prime Minister and some of the Purifiers. Could it be... No, it couldn't be me. I can't be the Prime Minister. .

If a teenage boy becomes prime minister, the whole world will laugh.

"You." She said suddenly.

"who?"

"Lockhart...that's right, don't look at anyone else, it's you."

"How is that possible!" He sneered a few times and explained in a panic, "It doesn't have to be me. I admit that I really don't have the qualifications. How about Quirinas? He is Nietzsche's personal butler, so he is more suitable. "

Hermione knew Nietzsche well enough to know that everyone he used had corresponding talents.

For example, Lockhart seems to have no talent, and his magical ability is relatively mediocre among wizards. But the problem is that becoming the prime minister does not require strong abilities, but only enough social responsiveness.

"You are a wizard councilor in the Muggle world. You have enough appeal in both worlds..." she said firmly.

"But...but all my stories are..."

"That's not important." Quirrell took the opportunity to fall into the stone and held Lockhart's shoulders, preventing him from standing up. "The important thing is that everyone believes in you, isn't it? From the moment you become a member of Parliament, Destined to become Prime Minister."

Gilderoy Lockhart looked at her innocently, completely unaware of what was happening.

Are you so ready to become prime minister? What kind of internal fighting among political parties does not require any declaration? Of course, most of the people were killed by house elves.

"But...but I don't know? I have never led anyone." Lockhart said with a panicked expression.

"It doesn't matter, what happened in Westminster is your opportunity." Hermione tried to learn Nietzsche's way of thinking to think about the whole thing, and explained, "And don't forget, SHD's logistics is all about you. name."

It's not difficult to build momentum, you just need to hold a few memorial services for those who died in the Ministry of Magic battle, and let the surviving soldiers "accidentally" reveal it.

By then, people will know: Senator Lockhart is actually protecting everyone's lives!

At this time, Umbridge rushed in. She seemed to be unable to understand the atmosphere, and said in a cooing voice: "Miss Granger, regarding whether Nietzsche's army at Hogwarts should... Minister Fudge hopes that everyone can unify Front."

That sounds nice, but the worst thing is asking Hermione to hand over control of the new Ministry of Magic department and Hogwarts.

Dobby almost went crazy. What do you mean? As soon as Nietzsche left, before everyone could express their condolences, someone tried to pry the corner... He just wanted to teach this pink toad a lesson, but was stopped by Hermione again.

"What do you mean?" Hermione's lower eyelids twitched and she said coldly.

"You know, as the liaison officer of the Ministry of Magic, I should give the Minister a heads up..." Umbridge seemed to have some intention of showing off in her words. She continued, "Mr. Holmes's efforts can't be wasted, right?"

Everyone present looked as dangerous as a hungry wolf. As long as Hermione gave the order, Lockhart would not hesitate to take action.

"Hmm." Hermione snorted contemptuously.

Shameless people who just want to use this credit to climb back to the position of deputy minister are simply tarnishing the ideal for which Nietzsche gave his life.

"You mean... agreed?" Umbridge said cheerfully.

"It's a bit troublesome. If you want to take over Nietzsche's various resources, I'm afraid you need to report to Downing Street." Hermione slowly raised her head and said softly, "But I can only let Dobby lead the way. I hope you can understand."

"No problem! Son, I sympathize with your grief."

Umbridge could no longer hide her inner joy, and she sincerely praised the Dark Lord's powerful magic.

Like all those killed by Dobby, Umbridge despised the house elf, allowing it to grab the hem of her skirt before Apparating.

But with the crackling sound, they arrived at the silent Prime Minister's Palace. After following Dobby and pushing open the expensive solid wood door, he was stunned by the scene in front of him:

Many Muggles in suits and ties showed different postures. Some had silver forks on their foreheads; some were scattered everywhere like stones; some had their heads stuffed into the ceiling...

The rotten smell that greeted them made it certain that they were dead.

"Oh my god, what happened here?" Umbridge's voice was hoarse with fright, "Quick! Take me back quickly! The mysterious man killed the Muggles..."

"I'm sorry, please go die, just think it's for the magic world, okay?" Dobby said the most vicious words with the most innocent expression, "It doesn't matter, Dobby doesn't care if a few more people die."

"No, no, no...no! Tongtongshi..."

"Petrify them all!" Dobby was faster than her, and he didn't need any wand.

The petrified Umbridge was not completely dead. Her eyes could still move and she could still hear the final snap of her fingers.

As Dobby snapped his fingers, a silver whirlwind passed through her body. Then, the fat body began to split into evenly sized diamond-shaped pieces of meat, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.

"Alas~ Cleaning up is the most troublesome thing."

Dobby clapped his hands gently and walked into the kitchen.

Chapter 346: Jedi...Return of the Sith

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Chapter 347 The whereabouts of the Horcrux

The reason why Nietzsche didn't show up immediately was simple: there was no need.

His goal had been achieved when Hermione had pushed the whole thing towards where it was supposed to go... and this was not just the trend of wizards and Muggles melting, but also with Dumbledore. Li Duo is involved in:

A piece of secret anecdote... It can also be said that Nietzsche thought he was the most uncertain speculation so far.

He hid his armor and helmet under his brand-new wizard robe and walked openly on the street. The road was deeply sunken and completely unusable, so almost everyone was using flying magic cars.

"Wizards, this word must be familiar to many people. They exist..."

"As for the 'wizards', I think Senator Lockhart is right: we have a right to know the truth... Everyone has seen it, and there are bad people among the wizards, so who is going to supervise them?"

Nietzsche heard news and interviews being played on the TV in the electronics store, and various hosts on large and small screens were discussing this matter.

But what caught his attention the most was one of the videos interviewing S.H.D soldiers and the wounded. From the signs that occasionally flashed in the scene, it could be seen that it was the crowded St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. It seemed that this had become a dangerous place. Exposed content.

In London after the terrorist attacks, Muggles and wizards have joined forces under the leadership of the British government.

At this time, a car flew down and floated on the side of the collapsed road. The driver wearing a hat leaned out of the window and waved his arms towards Nietzsche.

"Guest, where are you going?" The driver is a Muggle.

I saw the Muggle patting the car door gently with his arm, as if greeting his brother. Before Nietzsche could say anything, the rear door opened automatically. Except for the model, it was no different from the Weasley family's car.

Perhaps seeing that he didn't speak, the Muggle said enthusiastically: "The road is impassable now, and even wizards will have to spend several months to repair it."

"Wizard?" Nietzsche didn't refuse, lifted up his long robe and sat in.

The car seat was spacious, so spacious that he could stretch his legs and just touch the back of the front seat. Calculating the distance to the left, it was about four meters wide, and the height was about the same, just one hand higher than the previous car.

This car had everything, and it was as cheap as a second-hand German car.

"Looking at you, you are also one of those wizard fans." The driver skillfully started the engine and let the car slowly rise into the air, "Where are you going?"

The other party seemed to mistake Nietzsche for a member of a small group of Muggles who worship and follow celebrities, but he didn't care about this question. Instead, he thought carefully about the driver's question.

Nietzsche pulled the window and looked down. The broken roads of the whole city came into his sight, gradually overlapping with the picture when he traveled through time.

"Please go to Little Hangleton Village." He said while stretching.

"Then? Why do you want to go there?" The Muggle driver became nervous. Although Nietzsche couldn't see his expression, he could feel the car shaking.

Although he said so, the direction of the car did not change.

"What's the matter?"

"That's not a good place. No one survived in Little Hangleton Village... Jesus, I heard that a group of crazy wizards killed everyone. I think that's how old Tom died."

It seems that everything that happened this year was revealed by Lockhart.

This is Nietzsche's simple way of getting information - he doesn't need to go to great lengths, just sit in a taxi and chat, and he can hear many secrets from the knowledgeable drivers.

There is a joke in Britain: If you want to know the scandal of an official, then go to the roadside around them.

From the old horsemen to the current car drivers, as long as you give these people a little tip, say a few nice words and get familiar with them, you can get a lot of secrets that can't be called secrets.

"Old Tom? I heard the news." Nietzsche started chatting with him. "It is said that the villagers at that time believed that the murderer was a veteran who retired from World War II, but there was insufficient evidence."

"That's right! That's right... The Riddle family died quietly, just like the entire village of Little Hangleton!"

The murderer was of course not a World War II veteran with various psychological traumas, but Tom Riddle, that is, Voldemort before he had a snake nose.

This time he went to Voldemort's former murder scene to explore the whereabouts of the Horcrux. For those who think they are noble, every carefully prepared Horcrux must be meaningful to him.

'It's really lucky to be alive...' Nietzsche recalled the voice of the self-proclaimed god of death.

The car was very fast, did not need to consume fuel, and had an automatic evasion function. When the car stopped in the valley, it was just dusk.

Nietzsche took out a few pounds and handed them to the driver and walked in. It must be said that when he crossed the yellow and black cordon, he could feel the coldness that was different from the drop in temperature.

The entire village of Little Hangleton was in a state of disrepair. The stone walls were burnt black by the fire, and the wooden boards on the roof were even whitened. If you touched them lightly, they would break immediately like ash.

This place was once a hotbed of the Inferi. Judging from the fire, it might have been swept by flamethrowers...

He originally planned to check the Riddle Mansion, but when he was halfway there, he found that there was a narrow path next to the main road because all the weeds were burned. He clearly remembered that there was no such road before.

Walking down this dirt road, Nietzsche found that the charred land had changed a little, as if it was blocked by something.

"The curse ends---"

Nietzsche stood at the edge of the scorched earth, took out his wand and waved it gently, and a black house with a Gothic style gradually appeared.

Chapter 348 The Secret of the Gaunt Family

In a ruined village that had been ravaged by fire, there was a house with a Confusion Charm to expel Muggles.

It is located at the foot of the hill of Riddle House. The house should have been affected in the war when Voldemort was resurrected, but now it stands on the desolate scorched earth.

"Squeak---"

Under the push of magic, the wooden door that had not been repaired for a long time made a harsh sound like that in horror movies.

The evening glow passed through the door frame and cast a rectangular beam of light into the hall full of dust and cobwebs. Under the effect of diffuse reflection, Nietzsche could see the whole picture inside: