Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"What?" Even Peter Pettigrew couldn't understand. He clenched his right fist hard, fearing that the silver hand would strangle him here.

"I said, do whatever Voldemort tells you to do."

When a lunatic like Voldemort hears that his Horcrux has been destroyed, he will become impatient and angry. At this time, if he hears the smoke bomb saying "Dumbledore is cursed", he will speed up his actions:

Let Narcissa Malfoy succeed Bellatrix, the most loyal Death Eater.

There is also a subtle clue - the reason why the Slytherin Locket later appeared in Umbridge's office was because it had been hidden by former Death Eater Regulus Black.

It was then clear that Nietzsche could start from the legacy of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Black's ancestral home, No. 16 Grimmauld Place, now belongs to Sirius and Harry, while the Lestrange family's ancestral home has long been taken away by the Ministry of Magic, and no suspicious objects have been found.

For safety reasons, the only thing Narcissa could inherit was the wealth stored in Gringotts.

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(Voldemort: Now that the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest is within reach, and Dumbledore is dying again, the advantage is mine!

Peter Pettigrew: Greetings from the Dark Lord! )

Chapter 367: Gringotts, here I come!

October...it's a good day, you know, it's Halloween dinner in a few days.

As we all know, although there is no costume party on Halloween at Hogwarts, in order to fit in with this holiday, there will always be some scary noises every year.

Maybe Hogwarts will be safe this year, but it will only be Hogwarts Castle, because Nietzsche will continue this 'tradition'.

"WTF?" Hermione threw the parchment full of homework into his face, stunned by the sudden news, "Are you going to Gringotts to steal something on Halloween?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't say something so unpleasant~" Nietzsche wiped the ink marks on his face with his sleeve.

"But Gringotts is the territory of goblins! Unless you run to the Ministry of Magic now, grab Fudge by the collar and say 'I'm alive again', how are you going to get in..." Hermione rambled on. Excuse.

Yes, at least in Nietzsche's view it was an 'excuse', because Hermione wished he was also stuck in a bunch of trouble.

Troublesome refers to "boring work that gives him no pleasure and does not bring any stimulation."

"Didn't someone from the Weasley family work at Gringotts?" Nietzsche took the initiative to change seats and sat next to Hermione.

He put his two hands around the girl's waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. It was only to Crookshanks' pain that he was lying on the chair, but suddenly he was sandwiched between two two-legged beasts and couldn't move. .

"Just ask Bill Weasley to be transferred back to Gringotts from Egypt. It's normal for some Curse Breakers to move around." Nietzsche said into her ear.

Goblins don't care who their guests are. They are greedy but also very disciplined. Therefore, as long as Narcissa Malfoy does not take the initiative to expose herself, she will not be discovered by taking anything from the bank.

In such a closed working environment, Nietzsche had to rely on external factors.

"You even know how to arrange it, why don't you resurrect me!" Hermione said angrily.

"Because I have a greater mission - to stop a conspiracy and completely eradicate the largest dark wizard in the world! It's so boring to sit on a chair and approve documents for others."

"Actually, the last sentence is the key point!"

But what else could Hermione do? After boarding this pirate ship, it was impossible to think about leaving.

Although she said she was using her power, she felt a little excited when she thought about it carefully: she was like the director of MI6. Even if she used some small conveniences, she was still solving a major unknown case.

It's as if Watson always dislikes Sherlock for being troublesome, but always follows behind with a small pistol...

"But what about the school?" Hermione asked again.

"Polyjuice Potion." Nietzsche pulled out a few strands of hair and clamped them with the bookmark.

Before Halloween, Gryffindor's Potions class happened to be separated from other classes. Hermione didn't have to worry about time conflicts. Even if other people came to find her, she could temporarily disguise herself as him.

Of course, Nietzsche didn't have to worry about Hermione's performance at all. Only she understood him best.

So under his glib persuasion, Hermione finally accepted the proposal... It was 'glib' in every sense of the word, so it was actually very hard.

A week later, Hermione received a letter from Bill Weasley:

‘I have been transferred to Gringotts and started inspecting the safety indicators of Gringotts in the UK in accordance with the standards of the Ministry of Magic... The elf Griphook will serve as the connector...'

"This is the efficiency brought by power." Hermione sighed.

The main job of the Curse Breaker is to go around the world in the name of Gringotts to explore some treasures left by ancient wizards, such as pyramids, fountains of youth, ghost ships, etc., and conduct legendary archeology.

These wizard archaeologists need to decipher various tombs, and in addition to taking away the treasures inside, the most important thing for the goblins is the ancient magic that protects the ancient tombs.

Goblins love money, so they will also use those ancient magics to become Gringotts' security system. Therefore, the curse breakers will work closely with Gringotts.

"Gringotts has a waterfall to prevent thieves. If there is no goblin's recognition, it will be washed deep underground by the water flow..." Hermione marked several places related to Gringotts' security system and integrated them.

There will also be sphinxes and dragons guarding the underground, and each vault is equipped with ancient magic, which can only be opened by goblin keys.

However, both of them ignored the last line of the report, "qualified".

The more qualified, the harder it is. They wish that Gringotts' security system could be more relaxed.

"Dragon." Nietzsche thought of the Forbidden Forest.

"You are not going to rob openly, are you?" Hermione leaned back slightly and tightened her face, obviously seeing through his thoughts.

"That won't happen." Nietzsche touched his fake beard and recalled, "But I have a better plan than that, but I need to spend some time to learn... The only way to quietly break through Gringotts' defenses is space magic."

He knew that goblins would set up anti-apparition spells, but... but he just thought he should try.

"Practicing Apparition will cause the body to be dislocated and disintegrate. Will you make it in time?" Hermione's only concern was not whether this method could succeed, but the urgency of time and the harm to the body.

They had never practiced this kind of magic before, let alone space magic that could break through the anti-Apparition spell.

Nietzsche reached out and gently wiped the desk in the Room of Requirement. He never forgot his and Marvolo's Apparition. That feeling was completely different from the feeling of being stuffed into a rubber pipe in the past.

"And who will teach you? You are not a student now, and I plan to sign up for the Apparition class next year." Hermione asked again.

"That guy will definitely agree..."

However, even if Marvolo could help with this, it was not out of any good intentions, but simply to see him disintegrate in the air.

------ (Digression)

In the expectation, the Deathly Hallows and the Half-Blood Prince were combined, so the fox did not intend to drag it on, and strive to speed up the main plot and finish it in about 410 chapters...

Iron Me! Anyway, this story has to end happily~

PS: This book has a bit of a mess in the middle and late stages, so I’m really grateful for those who can stick to this (thank you all again)

The fox will take a day off tomorrow to sort out the plot. The outline is not off, but the side plot is off. The fox is a bit sorry for these 20,000 collections... Damn!

(I can’t stand it! I want to open a new book! I want to fight for the Empire! I want Warhammer to get all the black technologies of Star Wars, and then lead a group of dwarves to overthrow the Tyranids, the Aliens, and other Chaos players!)

Chapter 368 I will be everywhere

Hogwarts has set up a series of protective magic such as the anti-Apparition spell, and it is clearly recorded in "Hogwarts: A History of the School" that "the Apparition spell cannot be used on campus."

Therefore, it is definitely impossible to learn this kind of space magic inside the school...

However, Nietzsche can frequently go to Hogsmeade Village from the Whomping Willow Secret Passage and practice in the local "Screaming House".

"Don't worry, it's enough to treat the disintegration caused by spatial dislocation." Marvolo crawled out of the tunnel and threw a cloth bag filled with many small potion bottles on the ground.

It was full of white fresh essence, which were all therapeutic drugs that Hermione asked for from the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest.

"Failed Apparition will only make your body become a mess... Even if your intestines accidentally fall out of it, you only need to use the healing spell to restore the intestines, and then apply some essence on the surface and it will be fine."

Marvolo said very seriously. He seemed to be very concerned, but in fact he was disgusting Nietzsche.

You should know that when wizards practice this kind of spell, they are most taboo to "think too much". The more they worry, the more they will let their imagination interfere with the wizard's will, thus generating more accidents.

"Are you sure?" Nietzsche cleared all the furniture around.

This secret passage was once used by Black and Lupin. The surrounding walls and the dusty sofas were also covered with scratches. The windows were also sealed with wooden boards and iron nails, and only a few very weak beams of light came in.

This empty room from the living room to the kitchen is their practice ground.

"This is normal. Because it is dangerous, not many wizards can Apparate, let alone want to pass the Anti-Apparition Spell." Marvolo said, "As for the cost of twelve Galleons... I can use this to waive it."

He pointed to the white fresh essence spread on the ground.

Every year, the Ministry of Magic's Transportation Department sends people to Hogwarts to teach every adult wizard over the age of seventeen at a cost of twelve Galleons per person.

"Has no one ever tried it?" Nietzsche asked again.

"Never."

This answer is not good, which means that Nietzsche will face a unique problem next - using magic to forcibly break through a corresponding counter-spell, rather than removing the spell.

But he not only did not understand, but felt more excited. This challenging behavior would make him realize that life turns "impossible" into "possible". When he thought of this, the blood flowing in his body began to accelerate.

Marvolo's body was suddenly twisted, and was sucked into a spiral by an invisible straw, and then spit out in front of Nietzsche.

"Determination, purpose, and composure," said Marvolo confidently. "Now hold your wand, and form a picture of your destination in your mind, the more detailed the better, and then say 'Apparition'."

Nietzsche stood and looked around, imprinting the things in the living room in his mind.

"Apparition!"

The moment the spell fell, he immediately felt a huge suction pulling him. First, he could feel that the skin of the entire body began to fall off, and then the subcutaneous muscles, nerves, bones...

Why did Nietzsche think this way? Because he couldn't see, either 'as if', or he was blind, completely plunged into darkness, with only his brain still functioning.

This experience was very abnormal, or in other words, it seemed abnormal compared to his previous experience.

Nietzsche felt uncomfortable with the feeling that his internal organs were being stripped away. He noticed that he was imagining the picture and immediately used Occlumency to suppress this fatal association.

"Bang!"

He landed, but when his vision popped out of the darkness, he found that he was looking at the ceiling - he was lying on his back.

Failed... Nietzsche's heart twitched suddenly. He saw his butt swinging on the chandelier in the living room, but he didn't feel any pain, but he felt the chandelier was a little uncomfortable.

"Fuck!" Marvolo unscrewed a bottle of white essence and rushed over, seeming to have poured it on Nietzsche.

The word 'like' is used because Nietzsche found that his body had become a mess of flesh and blood, but he could not feel any pain. Logically speaking, those parts that were separated from the body were 'dead', but he could still feel the particles of essence rolling. .

The limbs not only detached, but also flew everywhere, such as one of the right arms flying to the sofa.

"This is a normal situation. As long as you take it quickly, you won't die." Marvolo removed his butt from the top and applied white essence to the joint.

Nietzsche was not frightened by this bloody scene, but found it a bit novel:

He turned his head and could see that he could control the broken right arm and crawl it over bit by bit with his fingers.

"I know the reason for separation - association." Nietzsche began to analyze rationally, "When a wizard feels that kind of suction and cannot see anything, he will subconsciously imagine the picture presented by the feeling. "

This is a subconscious thinking pattern and a normal phenomenon, but wizards are just a little special.

Marvolo's face turned ugly, not because he saw Nietzsche's body separated, but because he was so scared... A person's limbs and buttocks have flown away, and he still has the leisure to calmly summarize here. fail?

All I can say is: Voldemort's death in the hands of such a person was not unjust.

"The more you practice, the more you get used to it." Marvolo put his body back together. "I've seen too many people disintegrate when they fly out."

Nietzsche touched his body with his hands and found that the clothes had obvious cut marks. Under the cuts, there was a circle of blood that was so light that it could not be seen with a finger.

"This is a common solution for wizards, to use 'habit' to overcome this association." He explained habitually.

A person may have the image of 'disintegration' a few times before, but after discovering that he will not die, he will not take it seriously anymore, and he will naturally be able to master this magic well.

He climbed to his feet, turned his back to the kitchen, and rested for half an hour before taking hold of his wand again.

"Apparition!"

That strange and powerful invisible mouth sucked Nietzsche in again, but this time he did not associate images with the systematic summary, but he also did not desperately imagine the kitchen like milking a cow.

He thought in the long, silent darkness: he was disintegrated, and even his brain no longer existed, and all he had was consciousness.

After getting through the initial feeling of being sipped, he could only feel an environment as empty as the universe. All he could do was use his consciousness to reveal the appearance of the kitchen bit by bit:

Countless little jumping figures form lines, outline the outline of the kitchen, fill in colors, and then imagine the ‘touch’.

This one is wood, that one is a cupboard covered in cobwebs...

Nietzsche felt that he had stepped on the ground, so he twisted with his heels. After hearing the crunching sound of the rotten floor, he slowly turned around and found Marvolo standing on the wooden ladder. .

"It seems to have worked." Nietzsche was not so sure.

He was sure of it himself, but he felt a little unconfident when he saw the expression on Marvolo's face as if he had been given a large mouthful of bone spirit.

"Maybe... but do you know how long you have been missing?" Marvolo stepped forward and checked for a while, "You can take two steps forward and try. If there are no missing parts, it will be a success. "

Not only could Nietzsche walk, he also ran back and forth in the living room three times, which made Marvolo even more depressed.