Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Now that Dumbledore is still alive, there are only a few desperate Death Eaters left under Voldemort. Their main purpose will definitely be to 'preserve their lives', so he must protect the remaining Horcruxes;

Malfoy and his son are still alive...and Malfoy and Lestrange are close relatives. Under the influence of hatred, they may replace Lestrange's role...

"We were deceived." Nietzsche looked over the burning firewood and looked at Ronan and said, "You can't hold on here, you must let those 'people' in."

"What kind of joke are you talking about?" Bain was a straight man and said angrily on the spot, "The Forbidden Forest is the territory of the centaurs. We will never surrender to the intruders unless they step over my body!"

Even the mild-mannered Ronan frowned, so he did nothing to stop Baine's rudeness.

But Marvolo seemed to understand what he was thinking, so he explained: "Those are Voldemort's troops."

Nietzsche thought that these centaurs would show fear, and the result was just as he thought, the centaurs were very uneasy when they heard the name.

But his reasoning would not be wrong. Voldemort would not be foolishly exposed when the odds of winning were slim.

"You have to move the defense line back to create an illusion for Voldemort." Nietzsche made a serious request. "As you said, the Forbidden Forest is your territory. You can rely on the Forbidden Forest to open up the depths."

*Nietzsche launched a ‘lobby’.

* His words contained some flattery from time to time, and at the same time he affirmed the ideas of the horse people and soothed them. Judging from their whispers, the effect was quite outstanding.

"Hermione can't convince these stubborn people, can you?" Marvolo leaned into his ear and said in surprise.

"Equality...all the centaurs need is equal eyes. We are cooperating, not giving orders." Nietzsche wished he could turn his nose to the moon, "This kind of lobbying method is not as good as that of my uncle."

Voldemort is now like a puddle of stagnant water. He is so scared that he only dares to use this small method to divert his attention.

Thinking about it on the other hand, after successive defeats, Voldemort must have hoped to use a victory to wash away the dignity he valued, so Nietzsche planned to use the fishhook of 'victory' to throw him into the stagnant water.

This wave, this wave is called ‘Please enter the urn’.

Chapter 365 Harry, who inherited Black’s property

After a series of discussions, the centaurs did not dare to cut off the seaport at will. They were all worried that once the gap was opened, it would never be closed again. In order to reassure them, Nietzsche could only coax Smaug back.

It's simple to put it, but no one knows Smaug's whereabouts, not even Hermione.

In the next few dozen days, Nietzsche would go to the library to read the "Handbook of Breeding Fire Dragons" whenever he had free time. At least he hoped to come up with something that the fire dragon liked so that he could suffer less when they met.

But at the same time, it is deeply troubled by another aspect:

'What does Voldemort need Malfoy for? What role does Bellatrix have for Voldemort? ’

"Narcissa and Bellatrix are close relatives...close relatives means..." Nietzsche slapped his forehead and desperately pulled out all the related things.

Except for a few new purebloods, the old purebloods are not only related to their close relatives through marriage and 'lunatics'.

Nietzsche sighed heavily. Just when he was at his wits' end, the bookshelf opposite was suddenly evacuated, revealing the melancholy face of Quirinus Chilo.

The other person was now a real professor and very popular, but Nietzsche rarely saw the confident smile on his face.

"Vida, are you also interested in fire dragons?" Quirrell passed through the gap on the bookshelf and caught a glimpse of the "Fire Dragon Cultivation Manual" in Nietzsche's hand.

"Look at it occasionally..." Nietzsche lowered his head and scratched his beard to suppress the apology in his heart, but said very deliberately, "I prefer the Norwegian Ridgeback, and I want to catch one in the future."

He was just a little tired and wanted to rest, but in his heart he was really hoping that Quirrell would find something abnormal.

It's a pity that Quirrell didn't understand the meaning. Instead, his heartstrings were pulled by this sentence. He quickly looked away from Nietzsche and pretended not to care as he flipped through the books in his hand.

"That dragon, there used to be one in the school's Forbidden Forest." He rubbed his nose.

"Before? Then where is it now?" Nietzsche said in a half-joking tone.

"Who knows, Norwegian Ridgeback loves to eat sea fish, maybe it's already hunting whales in the Atlantic Ocean now." Quirrell's eyes dimmed.

The two parties were surprisingly quiet, and because of the precedent of Smaug and Hermione, Nietzsche couldn't help but think about how he might have to prepare some apology gifts in advance before appearing in front of these friends again in the future.

But what does Quirrell like? Send some exquisite pressed flowers?

Just as he was thinking wildly, the librarian Mrs. Pince ran over from the end of the corridor, panting.

"Vida...Mr. Vader..." she rushed to the aisle next to the bookshelf and said, "You have to teach Professor Slughorn's class this afternoon."

"What's going on?"

"He and Professor Snape worked together to make potions for Principal Dumbledore, so... ahem..."

This was not good news for Nietzsche. He closed the book with a snap, and the beard under his lips and nose trembled in anger: You want someone who has never taken the OWLs exam to teach the NEWTs improvement class? !

Forget it, think about it on the bright side, at least he can use Hermione to deal with it.

Nietzsche left the library with this lazy mood of getting by, and after taking a few copies of "Advanced Potions" from Slughorn's office, he went to the underground classroom.

But when he saw the number of people, he was dumbfounded: not only the students of Potions NEWTs were here, but also the students of the Defense Against the Dark Arts NEWTs advanced class on the second floor... and Hermione was hiding in the crowd and laughing.

"Damn it, I didn't bring the book!"

"Go back to the dormitory to get it?"

"It's too late, the class is about to start..."

Many students who got the news at the last minute complained about the arrangement in frustration, and they thought they could take the opportunity to rest for an afternoon.

Rest... Nietzsche felt wronged when he heard those complaints, he wanted to rest more than them! But the result was that he had to worry about their lives before he died, and now he has to worry about their grades after he died! !

"Come in!" Nietzsche pushed the door open viciously and suppressed those students with his momentum.

This time he really wasn't acting, but the effect was better than acting. His inner irritability and Snape's cold eyes quickly overwhelmed the students.

He stood at the door and stared at these "old friends" who couldn't rest in the past or now:

Ernie from Ravenclaw was holding his schoolbag in a panic; Daphne was almost running to avoid his gaze; Hannah from Hufflepuff and several other witches walked out holding their stomachs, trying to find an excuse to go back and get the potion book; and Gryffindor...

A pile of cauldrons suddenly appeared in the classroom, burying the students who had just walked to their seats.

"Potter! Potter!" A sharp voice and a thin and slender hand emerged from under the pile of cauldrons, "This is what you want!"

Nietzsche had taken so many potion classes before, but only now did he feel Snape's pain.

"Kreacher, I didn't ask you to do this!" Harry complained with a red face while dragging the house elf out from below.

"What? Didn't Master Potter tell Kreacher to move everyone's potion equipment to the classroom?" Kreacher looked indifferent, not thinking he had done anything wrong. "Look, Kreacher brought the things here."

"But I didn't ask you..." Harry stared, pointing at the pile of crucibles, grinding rods and other equipment.

"I see, then Master Potter should tell Kreacher what to do in advance next time."

The elf with a black wooden box hanging on his chest saw Nietzsche coming over, shook his head and threw the pot back to Harry, and quickly snapped his fingers, just like the crucibles that suddenly appeared just now, and suddenly disappeared from the classroom.

Nietzsche... No, Darth Vader walked over quietly and lifelessly like Snape, and his figure stretched by the oil lamp made Harry turn his head stiffly and force a smile.

"Gryffindor..." Nietzsche held up his wand and placed the instruments neatly on the table, "Deduct ten points."

Hermione put away the smile that had just appeared when she was watching the fun, stared straight at Nietzsche's back, and filled a few more books in her little notebook in her heart.

"What's the matter with that house-elf?" Nietzsche asked.

"It's Kreacher, sir." Harry swallowed and said nervously, "He is a house-elf who just joined Hogwarts. I just wanted to use it to help everyone, but I didn't expect it to deliberately make trouble."

Kreacher, this name is connected with the Black family in Nietzsche's memory.

The house-elf may have come to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, but he was summoned by Harry privately just now. It seems that he may hold part of the Black family's property (non-free house-elves are still property in the wizarding world)

Property?

Nietzsche quickly thought of Bellatrix from the Black family. Before she married Lestrange, she was Narcissa's biological sister, and direct relatives could receive the deceased's inheritance.

"Well, since your starting point is not bad, Gryffindor will get ten points." Nietzsche walked up to the podium with his thoughts.

Harry suddenly felt that this substitute professor seemed to be quite good, much better than Professor Snape.

Chapter 366 Peter, the Wandering

A mouse with shed hair was running fast in the woods. It was Peter. While he was running in the Forbidden Forest, he was still lamenting his ill-fated fate.

But he felt something was wrong along the way. He found that the centaurs began to retreat, and it seemed that they could not resist the attacks of werewolves, giants, vampires and others. When he thought of this, he began to doubt in his heart:

'Just as the Dark Lord considered... the centaurs were too proud to associate with wizards, and would not seek help from outsiders. ’

The whole process was summarized as the ‘internal fight of magical animals’. Peter realized the danger of Hogwarts. Once again, he was shocked by Voldemort’s cunning, and at the same time, he was worried about his own way out.

He relied on his inconspicuous Animagus to pass through the Forbidden Forest, desperately suppressing the heart that was like a duckweed swaying in the rain.

“I just want to live. No matter who dies, it has nothing to do with me...” Peter Pettigrew muttered to himself while looking at his silver right hand.

Even if you have passed through the Forbidden Forest full of unknown factors and come to Hogwarts Castle, things are not always so smooth.

Peter Pettigrew managed to escape the professors' sight among the armor and sewer pipes in the corridor, and carefully inquired about the whereabouts of Professor Slughorn... He came with a mission.

"Mr. Vader only looks fierce and is difficult to talk to, but he is much better than Professor Snape." He heard a few students who had just finished class discussing.

"That's the 'old' Professor Snape. Last time he gave Potter extra points for Defense Against the Dark Arts~"

Peter Pettigrew shook his mouse tail in disdain, thinking: I didn't expect Snape to betray the Dark Lord, but then again, which side should I believe? It looks like Hogwarts is about to fall...

As long as he can survive, he can do anything.

Back then, he dared to pass on information to the Death Eaters in the Order of the Phoenix, and now he dared to play tricks under the nose of Voldemort. In a sense, he was considered very 'brave'.

The humid environment in the basement not only did not disgust him, but was actually very comfortable for him.

Just as Peter was wagging his tail and fishing in troubled waters relying on his unnoticed appearance, a familiar snoring sound instantly triggered the animal instinct of a mouse, and his intuition said: Run!

He relied on this instinct to avoid many dangers. It can be said that he never relaxed after betraying his friends.

"How could it be that? Damn cat!" Peter Pettigrew's limbs were already running before he could curse.

Nietzsche's caretaker, guardian of the Granger family, and friend of the fire dragon Crookshanks followed closely, but he still couldn't match Peter in terms of 'running'. He leaned on the stone cracks in the ancient castle to kill the cat. Shaked away.

This is Peter Pettigrew, who can bump into something that will kill him no matter what he goes out to do.

He desperately crawled in the narrow gap toward the light in the distance. After a while, he smelled a strong smell of potion, and he also heard Dumbledore's voice.

With the person he was most afraid of in front of him and the cat behind him, he could only gasp slightly as he was stuck in the gap in the wall.

"The curse has been delayed. People will not die for the time being, but the effects of black magic will still recur again..." This voice, as smooth as dead water, must be Snape's.

"Thank you. I feel at ease with you two potion masters." Dumbledore's voice sounded tired.

"The mysterious man has similar defense measures on every Horcrux. I suggest you rest for a while before continuing to work. Otherwise, don't say it's because the potion didn't work when you die."

Peter Pettigrew heard a general idea from a few words: someone was cursed by a Horcrux.

Is it Principal Dumbledore?

But at this moment, his body began to move backwards uncontrollably, like a circus performer dragging a disobedient animal into a cage with a rope, and his hair was roughened in the process. The stones are worn even more bald.

Good news: He wasn't greeted by the mouth of Crookshanks.

Bad news: It's Crookshanks' owner.

In fact, there is really nothing Crookshanks can do against him, but that doesn't mean he won't sway people.

Nietzsche took the malnourished mouse and threw it into the Potions classroom that had just ended. As soon as it touched the ground, the patches of hair began to turn into tattered wizard robes.

"You're still alive." Nietzsche said, looking at Pettigrew, who was lying on the ground and breathing heavily, wearing only a rag.

Being alive means that Voldemort acquiesces that the other party has completed the task. If he dies... he dies, and there is nothing to lose.

"I...I did everything you asked..." Peter Pettigrew said pitifully, "The Dark Lord believed that I had controlled Professor Slughorn and did not...did not doubt me."

Crookshanks struggled to jump on Nietzsche's body and turned his persimmon face to the 'rat' on the ground.

"Huh?" Nietzsche stroked his cat carelessly, and when he heard the other person's name, he couldn't help but give a warning with his nose.

"I mean... uh... that person." Peter was disenchanted for a moment, and then said intermittently, "He actually let me get close to Dumbledore? I heard that Dumbledore was cursed, but don't worry , I won’t say it!”

He seemed to be expressing his loyalty.

Nietzsche stopped stroking Crookshanks' hand, and his eyes became strange.

In fact, Peter Pettigrew's misunderstanding inadvertently revealed the fact that Voldemort did not know that someone was cursed, which also meant that the other party did not know that his Horcrux had been destroyed.

Nietzsche suddenly felt pleasure, and the excitement of being able to manipulate a person's emotions made him grind his teeth.

The school's robes and classrooms gave him a sense of rationality that could only be found in professors, which was very contradictory to the madness on his face. This sense of contradiction was as if Sherlock and Moriarty had suddenly joined forces.

"No, you have to tell him." He did not break the misunderstanding.