Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Avatar---" Marvolo drawled deliberately, raising his wand.

"Cut out the heart and gouge out the bones!" Nietzsche launched an attack before he could finish his words.

The scarlet beam passed through the smoke, and then a short and rapid 'Ah! ’ and the ‘thud’ sound of the body falling to the ground.

Nietzsche and Marvolo stepped on the carpet covered with broken porcelain shards and walked among the feathers flying in the sky.

Under the illumination of the lightsaber, a little old man with a bald head was lying on the ground, holding his chest in tears and twitching. There was still a bit of dark red viscous liquid on his small mustache.

That appearance was not an act, after all, Nietzsche used the real Cruciatus Curse.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, can you still afford to drink dragon's blood?" Marvolo, who was wearing a hood, walked to the sideboard, picked up a crystal bottle on the freezer and looked at it, "It seems that you think becoming a Hogwarts Professor is something to celebrate.”

Nietzsche lowered his arm, pointed the wand downward, dragged the weightless lightsaber, and laid it on Slughorn's neck without saying a word.

"Ouch...I surrender...surrender!" Slughorn was trembling with fear.

Although he didn't know what kind of black magic it was, the plow marks on the ground didn't lie.

"I thought you would be tougher." Nietzsche pursed his lips and raised his gray goatee.

"How can I talk about courage with this old bone...Who are you?" Slughorn did not show any extraordinary actions despite the huge disparity in strength.

First of all, the duo of drama masters plan to take advantage of each other and slowly destroy each other's remaining psychological defense.

"If I remember correctly, this is not your home, Mr. Slughorn...oh no, Professor." Marvolo hid his face in the shadow of his hood and drove slowly. A good start.

"Here...here..." Slughorn hesitated.

"I didn't expect that the Potions Master in the past would now be reduced to finding a Muggle house as a holiday home, tsk tsk."

The implication is - it doesn't matter how you hide, we can all see it clearly.

"Ministry of Magic? Impossible! The Ministry of Magic will never arrest me for this!" Slughorn gradually realized this, and he obviously started to panic, "Are you...that person? That person His subordinates?”

He twisted his neck desperately, staying away from the lightsaber while trying to see the face under the hood.

"Teacher~ Oh my, you are my favorite teacher." Marvolo turned around and squatted next to Slughorn, exposing the face in the shadow to the red light. He said elegantly, "Why not Should I come to see you in person?"

Nietzsche also noticed that his hands were a little unclean: he took away the expensive fire dragon's blood.

But it doesn't matter. Marvolo Sisyphus's acting ability is very good due to his upbringing. Therefore, not only is he not sneaky like a thief, but he is also very confident--what I see is mine.

Because this is very consistent with Voldemort's neurosis, Slughorn's psychological defense collapsed visibly.

"Soup...Tom..."

"Shh~" Nietzsche raised his left index finger for silence.

He wasn't using any magic, but Slughorn didn't dare say the name.

"It doesn't matter!" Marvolo waved his hand grandly and said in coordination with Nietzsche, "My teacher can call me by my first name. Without the guidance of the professor back then, how could I have achieved true immortality."

"What Dumbledore said is true...you didn't die in the Ministry of Magic?" Thruckhorn collapsed.

"I have to say that Holmes's trap was very powerful. He used my magic power to trigger an explosion in the entire Department of Mysteries, but luckily I escaped with the help of a Horcrux, and he didn't have a Horcrux..."

Nietzsche's superb disguise and performance skills prevented Slughorn from recognizing him.

The other party covered his face with his hands, seeming to think that the 'fact' that Voldemort escaped by relying on Horcrux made him feel very annoyed and regretful, and he felt sorry for the genius who single-handedly fought against the two major forces.

"I didn't instruct you to do anything!" Slughorn could no longer think normally.

He didn't think about how he was exposed, because in some people's subconscious, it was normal for Voldemort to find someone easily.

"Don't be rude to the Dark Lord, cut out your heart---"

Just when Nietzsche threatened the other party, Marvolo stood up.

"Stop!" He planned Nietzsche's magic and said bluntly, "He is still useful to us!"

As soon as he said these words, Nietzsche clearly noticed that Slughorn's tense muscles were gradually relaxing. Apparently, he saw hope that he could continue to live.

"My lord, he has betrayed you! He has accepted Dumbledore's invitation!" Nietzsche shouted.

He thought of Bellatrix in his mind, imitating the fanaticism of a Death Eater, and waved his wand vigorously, not caring whether the lightsaber might accidentally injure Slughorn as he lay on the ground.

This appearance really startled Marvolo, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he recovered.

"This is normal. Mr. Slughorn is a classic Slytherin... I can understand how to protect oneself." Marvolo quickly stretched out his hand to stop the crazy Nietzsche, "And I need him to become a professor."

"You don't want me to help you kill students!" Slughorn said weakly.

"No, no, no, I don't need you to violate your conscience. I just need you to enter the school and tell me Dumbledore's movements. It's very simple, isn't it? You can enjoy your... good life as usual."

Nietzsche looked at the furnishings in the room. Although it was now disrupted by magic, he could still see the extremely expensive drinks, soft chairs covered with animal skins, and candied pineapples.

Judging from the words and the room mentioned above, this is a person who has extremely strict requirements on material things.

Marvolo's just-in-time concession also allowed Slughorn to see a turning point. Therefore, the little old man acquiesced after a long period of thinking.

Nietzsche thought to himself: He lived a luxurious life, didn't have much respect for Muggles, and abused magic and the convenience brought by power, but he had a bottom line and was a refined egoist...

"Then you stay here." Marvolo ordered in a pretentious manner.

Nietzsche dissipated his magic power, put away his lightsaber, and bowed very respectfully. His movements were smooth and not suspicious at all. He winked at Marvolo and signaled him to leave quickly.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche began to restore everything, letting the feathers crawl back into the sofa, and the broken chandelier flew overhead and was lit again. After a while, the sound of the pendulum swinging sounded again in the room.

The small picture frames on the wall gradually recovered, and only then did Nietzsche realize that the little people looked familiar, and they were the same people he had seen at the Ministry of Magic.

"Are those your students?" he asked, pointing to the silver photo frame.

"Of course, they all know where I am, and they will send some mead and the like during festivals. Dumbledore relied on these talents to find me...Huh, the same goes for you." Slugho En said coldly.

This is normal. Dark wizards nowadays still dare to wander around. Therefore, Slughorn, who is on vacation at a Muggle house, can still live a luxurious life relying on these connections.

He opened his hand, let the professor's wand fly into his hand, and then returned it.

"What do you call it?" Professor Slughorn said expressionlessly, holding his wand warily.

"Lord Vader."

Chapter 353 Goodbye Peter Pettigrew

Before the start of school, Nietzsche only unilaterally monitored Professor Slughorn. As for Professor Slughorn, he did nothing to stop him from making potions or going to the village chief to buy some food.

For several weeks, Slughorn made no secret of his dislike of Death Eaters:

In addition to eating, he spent a lot of time shutting himself in his bedroom to make various potions, and then deliberately throwing them away, as if to express his disdain and grasp Voldemort's respect for him...

"The two people I least want to meet have appeared this year, huh!" Slughorn would occasionally mutter.

Nietzsche looked at the disappearing summer. Every night he would lie in the garden and look at the sky, wondering if Hermione had discovered his 'Easter egg'.

In fact, he was not deliberately dragging Slughorn into danger, on the contrary, he was taking advantage of it on the way to protection.

Because Voldemort lacks manpower, it is impossible to overthrow the entire UK with the dwindling werewolf army alone, and now it is severely damaged, so he is likely to use Professor Slughorn to get close to Hogwarts.

At the end of August, when the weather gradually became less dry and hot, and gradually turned to light rain, Nietzsche finally ushered in the harvest.

"Let me explain in advance, no matter what crooked ideas you have, if you want to harm any student in private, then I will tell the Dark Lord!" Slughorn issued the last order at night.

School would start in a few days, and he didn't want to end up with a bad reputation on his deathbed.

"Yeah..." Nietzsche sank into the sofa like a useless person and lazily poured himself some Baileys coffee. "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can talk to the Dark Lord in person." ”

"In person?" Slughorn noticed something was wrong, and a few wrinkles appeared on his broad forehead.

"You will know when the time comes, sir. I promise not to bother you, who is respected by adults, but I will just keep an eye on you."

Nietzsche had already considered this. When Slughorn saw the young Voldemort at school, he would definitely be surprised by Principal Dumbledore's behavior, so he took advantage of the unequal information gap:

Dumbledore would tell Slughorn about Marvolo's origins, but due to 'Vader's' surveillance, the principal had no way of knowing that Voldemort had been 'reincarnated' from Marvolo through a Horcrux.

With this information gap, the whole scene will be more realistic and the actors will be more involved.

Slughorn stared at Nietzsche fiercely, but suddenly, his face hardened, and he actually stepped forward and started to pull him. This was something he had never done before.

"Vida, hide quickly!" the professor pressed his throat and said urgently.

"Is there someone here?" Nietzsche stood up reluctantly and was pushed into the bedroom. He wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and took out his wand with a blushing face.

"No, you can't do it!" Slughorn's face changed drastically, almost pleading, "Maybe it's just other professors coming to help me pack my luggage... If someone dies here, Dumbledore will notice it!"

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly, satisfied with the professor's nervous posture.

But this frightened Slughorn even more. In his eyes, Darth Vader, who followed Voldemort, obviously agreed with his excuse and did not intend to take action, so he became even more pessimistic about Dumbledore's miscalculation. .

The bedroom was not very big, but it was well-equipped with everything from various publications and magazines to the "Daily Prophet" with the words "Werewolf Antidote Promotion", in which he also saw himself and Snape. 's avatar.

It's no wonder that Slughorn's attitude is so bad. Obviously, he is a little sad that the wizarding world has lost such an important talent.

But after two minutes, there was still no movement outside the door, which made Nietzsche suspicious. He cast a disillusionment spell on himself and climbed out of the bedroom window into the messy backyard.

There was no movement on the streets lit by oil lamps, and not a soul could be seen...

"Clang---"

A trash can outside a restaurant was suddenly overturned, and Nietzsche turned around nervously. However, he was neither a creeping Death Eater nor a dementor, just a rat.

Nietzsche moved closer silently, and through the streetlight he could see clearly that the mouse's fingers were all intact... maybe it wasn't an Animagus?

‘It’s impossible for Animagus to trigger the anti-intrusion spell. ’ He frowned and walked away from the trash can, recalling the knowledge about spells in his mind.

This involves the core of human transfiguration - except the soul, everything can be changed.

Animagus is an undetectable deformation of the human body. For example, a dementor who can see through disguise cannot tell the difference between a human and animagus because the structure of life has been changed.

Besides, he vaguely remembered that when Voldemort was resurrected in the fourth grade, Peter Pettigrew broke one of his hands...Wait a minute! There is a flaw!

Nietzsche stopped walking back and quickly turned around to look for the mouse that had escaped into the darkness.

‘Voldemort used magic to install a prosthetic hand for Peter Pettigrew! ’ His cold thoughts began to spread.

His best elective course was alchemy. Later, the experience of forging a new time turner made him realize that even alchemy will have traces of magic, and the traces mean that it can be sensed by the anti-intrusion spell.

Since it can be sensed, it's easy to do...

Ni gathered his spirit and felt all the disturbances around him through the essence of magic.

Magic exists among all things, and as his will spreads, he begins to 'see' the carefully tended flowers in the garden, the stones on the street, and the shapes of insects in the soil all come into his mind.

Finally, he found the particularly 'bright' mouse.

Nietzsche rushed over as fast as he could, stepped on the rat's tail and pinched it.

"Long time no see, Peter." He ignored the squeaking in his ears and looked down at the mouse and said, "It seems Voldemort has learned a lesson, doesn't he? He doesn't dare to rush in front of me stupidly alone..."

Peter Pettigrew panicked, thinking that he must have encountered a ghost tonight.

Chapter 354: Just out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's mouth again

Peter Pettigrew is even worse than before:

A large chunk of his hair was bald from running around, and only some gray hair remained on both sides of his ears. Maybe it will all fall out in a while, and his right hand was pressed by Voldemort's alchemy magic. Get a silver prosthetic leg;

Years of lack of nutrition and excessive tension not only failed to make him lose weight, but his face became even more swollen.

He was miserable. He thought he would be able to earn more by following Voldemort, but he didn't expect that he would be left with nothing.

"How could this happen?" Peter Pettigrew crawled back in the darkness.

Apart from the dead 'Nietzsche Holmes', he couldn't think of anyone else with the familiar blue eyes and gravity magic.

"Well...it seems that Voldemort really has no one left to use." Nietzsche said in a sinister tone.

It seems that the Ministry of Magic suffered heavy losses to Voldemort in the First World War. Most of the elite and backbone forces either died in the initial ambush or died in the 'Westminster Explosion' that dented the ground of the entire city.

Compared to Slughorn, who stayed at home and enjoyed student offerings all year round, almost every Death Eater could not forget Nietzsche's face.

Fear has been deeply implanted in their minds.

"But how could you become... No! I didn't do anything, don't kill me!" Peter Pettigrew seemed to have taken a big mouthful of absinthe, his expression was very ugly.

This is Peter Pettigrew. Even after he became a "Death Eater", he was different from others. After being caught, his first reaction was not to resist, nor to bring out the Dark Lord to scare people, but to try his best to distance himself from the relationship.

He obviously wanted to say that he was not involved in what happened before and did not help Voldemort.

Nietzsche cleared his throat and thickened it so that he made a whooshing sound when he breathed, sounding like a man in his forties.