Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Inferi magic." Nietzsche still had the heart to joke, "If we had come a few days later, maybe Pettigrew would have built his own underground kingdom in Manhattan."

"......"

Tina was very tired. She looked at the rats full of physical horror and would rather go back to her youth to deal with the Witch Party.

"Stop talking about how abnormal the people in the American wizarding world are. Your British dark wizards are not much better." She rolled up her sleeves and complained, "The Witch Party didn't want to delve into these dark magics that play with corpses."

So Voldemort is just a terrorist, and Grindelwald can have his own political party in the wizarding world.

Nietzsche took a step forward amid the screams of the rats, and drew a circle around him and Tina with his lightsaber. The rising fire began to rise with the two of them as the center, burning any Inferi rats that wanted to rush in to ashes.

Every time he raised his wand gracefully, a fire would begin to spread in the direction he pointed.

This scene instantly brought Tina's thoughts back to the Père Lachaise Cemetery in France. In her eyes, Nietzsche's back seemed to be gradually overlapping with Grindelwald...

"Be careful of the fire snake." Nietzsche carefully controlled the fire and reminded Tina who was in a daze.

The calendar fire was listed as a 'forbidden spell' by many countries, not only because of its terrifying power and difficulty in control, but also because the fire snake would be born in the extremely high temperature ashes.

The existence of the fire snake is very short, so it will quickly produce high-temperature egg cases, which will leave serious hidden dangers to the local environment.

For the first time, Tina felt the feeling of being surrounded by the calendar fire---unparalleled safety.

She used the freezing spell to clean up the ashes left by the rats appropriately, and began to observe the golden guidance of the tracking spell.

The blue calendar fire began to expand rapidly under the influence of marsh gas and rats and filled the entire sewer, spitting out flames from the gaps in other manhole covers, and the manhole covers throughout Manhattan were burned red.

Nietzsche brushed away the scattered ashes while suppressing the fire that was gradually getting out of control.

"That's his hiding place!"

Tina, who had sharp eyes, saw a few tattered sofas at the end of the passage, and the golden cup was placed there intact. On the other side was a silver hand, and the index finger was still wearing a resurrection stone ring that emitted charming light.

Apparently, the curse made this hand fall off...

"Armor protection." Tina bent her arm backwards and blocked an attack from an inconspicuous corner without looking back.

Nietzsche turned his head and found that under the shadow of the illumination spell, a gradually shrinking figure was running out. Peter Pettigrew's first reaction after seeing the sneak attack failed was to escape, but he was immediately pulled out of the dirty water pipe by Nietzsche.

The magic strangled his neck, and the bald, dark-skinned rat was thrown to the floor.

"Reveal your true form!" Tina's wand glowed blue. In front of her, the rat began to grow a human head and a disgusting body that you wanted to forget as soon as you saw it.

He curled up his remaining left arm, no different from a rat. After seeing Nietzsche's face, he immediately put on a flattering smile.

"Sherlock... Holmes..." Peter Pettigrew said hoarsely.

Nietzsche put his hands behind his back and looked at Peter Pettigrew gently. The magic power pinched his neck like a silver hand. It was not until Tina intervened that the rat man took a big gulp of sewage.

Under the threat of death, Peter Pettigrew did not dare to make any sound, so he cast a pitiful look at Tina again.

"Hand him over to the Muggles..." She advised gently, "He killed three children in the street, causing great panic among the No-Maj. They need a sinner."

Nietzsche stroked his wand, staring at Peter who nodded repeatedly with his peaceful blue eyes.

Suddenly he realized something funny --- Peter Pettigrew seemed to think that he could survive if he fell into the hands of Muggles, or that he would have a chance to escape.

Wizard criminals must die, and must be executed by No-Maj, so as to eliminate the fear in the hearts of No-Maj.

"Peter~ Peter~" Nietzsche squatted down and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I didn't expect you still kept the Hufflepuff gold cup that Malfoy took away. It seems that you have another plan."

"No! No, I... I am helping you protect this Horcrux..." Pettigrew said in tears.

"Really?"

"Absolutely! I am protecting the Horcrux for you."

"But that gold cup is a fake." Nietzsche said coldly, "Your magic ability is not bad. As long as you have any idea of ​​destroying the Horcrux, I can't find you immediately. Because it is just an ordinary gold cup."

He summoned the Hufflepuff gold cup placed in the middle of the sofa, smashed it hard on the ground in front of Tina and Peter Pettigrew, and used magic to break it into eight pieces. The gold pieces were thrown into the sewage at will.

Pettigrew was speechless. Any words trying to show loyalty seemed so powerless in the face of absolute facts.

He was afraid of death, cowardly, and worried that Voldemort would find him one day. So after failing to hide from the wizard family, he found a new home in the sewer again... Always wavering, never having a position.

"But don't worry, I will accompany you for the rest of your life." Nietzsche said with a fake smile.

He would not leave until the other party was executed by the No-Maj.

PS: Preview of "The Death of Peter Pettigrew"

Chapter 406 The Death of the Rat

"Excuse me!" A serial killer on the street has been caught by the New York Police Department. 》

This news made No-Maj so relieved, but only the New York Police Chief couldn't laugh. This should have been a good thing, but why would a small serial crime attract people from the Department of Defense! !

And... who is this carefree British kid? !

PYPD: I don’t have to take this credit.

The British kid who was being yelled at was Nietzsche. The next day, he sat in the safest office in New York with his legs crossed and drank cheap milky coffee. On the third day, Mr. Samuel, whom he had met in the same grade, was talking about it. The verdict of the dark wizard.

"I remember you were... from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Nietzsche said.

"Because I attended the trial of the British Ministry of Magic, I later entered the Ministry of Defense in order to prevent unpredictable enemies like dark wizards." Samuel said kindly, "But you, Mr. Holmes, are now Director of SHD.”

Hmm, if he could, he'd rather let the house elves take care of the mess.

Nietzsche got angry when he mentioned this, so he suppressed his anger and said: "I am a child laborer, and Britain likes to catch the useful ones and use them to death."

Seeing the genuine resentment, Samuel appreciated Nietzsche a little more in his heart, but he also found it funny---this kind of "child labor" might not be so good even if it is done by someone in his sixties or seventies.

Out of respect, he shook hands with a minor child cautiously.

"In any case, you have helped me twice."

At least Nietzsche doesn’t have to worry about explaining the situation of wizards to a No-Maj who doesn’t know anything, and he doesn’t have to worry about a Muggle supremacist coming. Six years later, his kindness and help are working today.

Maybe it's just a small choice, but no one knows what impact it will have on the future.

"Since this Peter is a dark wizard in the UK, we can allow you to extradite him back." Samuel said calmly, "It's already amazing that you can leave this honor to the NYPD..."

Have they lost anything? No, on the contrary, it was Nietzsche who caught the prisoner.

Although Pettigrew killed people in the street, the ones who died were wizards, and the ones who died on the ferry were also British people, which was a good deal for Samuel.

Nietzsche turned his head and looked at Tina and the bound Peter Pettigrew through the glass. He raised his right hand and raised his index finger, gently interrupting the other party's suggestion. He slightly put away the smile he had shown during greetings.

"I need you to arrange a public shooting as soon as possible, and the identity must be 'public'."

Chief N乪YPD lowered his head to make coffee, always feeling like he heard a lot of things he shouldn't have heard.

Nietzsche continued: "I have taken control of the Magical Congress, and all I need is your push... Only a fair trial, and Ms. Goldstein will be present, can destroy the irrelevance of the sacredness in the hearts of wizards." "

Peter represents the "Statutory of Secrecy" for American wizards, and Tina Goldstein represents the justice of the Magic Congress, and he will completely tear this fig leaf to pieces.

Samuel and Nietzsche looked at the director at the same time. They remained silent, as if they were waiting for instructions.

The NYPD chief complained in his mind: Do I dare to say ‘no’?

"No problem. Regarding wizards... ahem, the trial of the dark wizards will be held the day after tomorrow." He saw the frowning brows of the two bosses and immediately strictly corrected his wording.

This was a free gift for Samuel. He had no reason to refuse and quickly approved all procedures.

Peter Pettigrew, who knew nothing, was sitting in a separate cell. He looked at Tina and Nietzsche who were personally guarding him outside the door, and felt a chill in his heart. He was so honored that Nietzsche could guard him personally.

During this boring time, Nietzsche asked Dobby to move all the files of the Magic Congress.

The reason is that Tina asked something very important: "Since the current president is going to be forced to step down, how should the Magic Congress be managed in the future?"

So Nietzsche and Tina began to look through large and small files, trying to find some suitable candidates, but when he saw the tattered kraft paper involving the founding of the Magical Congress, he noticed a surname--Potter.

His full name is 'Abraham Potter', and he is one of the original twelve Aurors.

"Does he have any descendants in the Magic Congress?" Nietzsche asked on a whim, pointing to the roster of countless names.

With presbyopic eyes, Tina struggled to move through the files. It was hard to imagine that an old man would have such strong perseverance to read these boring articles, which made Nietzsche see the shadow of Hermione in her.

By the way...Hermione would probably be like this too, maybe she would have a lot of papers piled up at home.

"There should be no more. Only two of the twelve Aurors died." Tina also noticed the last name. "If you want to ask the Potter family, the 'savior' of Hogwarts seems to be a distant relative."

"very good."

Nietzsche closed the book, snapped his fingers happily, and asked Dobby to clear everything back to the Woolworth Building.

Since the wizarding world needs to be managed uniformly, Harry can work here in the future. He looks like he is the material to be an Auror - then he will become the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement, and finally the chairman... and he will rise to the top.

Descendants of the original twelve Aurors, this name is loud enough.

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Monday morning.

Peter Pettigrew, who had just woken up, heard the sound of the iron gate opening. Then he was tied up with a rope by Tina and dragged to the cafeteria. He saw a plate of breakfast in front of him that was richer than before:

Fresh milk, cheeseburgers, and fried cod that can only be eaten in Hogwarts.

These foods were made by the house elves themselves, not the food scraps he usually rummaged through the trash can.

"Eat it, there is no poison in it." Nietzsche stood in front of him and said.

Today is the day when Peter Pettigrew is ready to go on the road, and it is also his last chance to shine. He doesn't know anything, but after hearing Nietzsche's promise, he took big bites of the delicious and juicy barbecue burger.

He was so hungry that he was reluctant to suck the meat sauce and bread crumbs on his fingers after eating.

Just when Peter subconsciously prepared to return to the prison, Nietzsche pointed to the door and indicated that he was going in the wrong direction.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked confusedly.

"The place where you can change your mind." Tina looked at him as if he was looking at a poor insect.

The most powerful people in the magic world and the heroes who had participated in the First World Wizarding War walked on both sides of Peter, escorting him to sit in the police car that had been warmed up long ago among the No-Maj people in the aisle, and followed to the high platform in the center of the square.

Nietzsche pushed open the door and let Peter see the wizards and No-Maj people standing in the square... No-Maj people held cameras, and wizards used magic wands to control paintbrushes.

Fully armed stormtroopers stood on both sides of the high platform, and in the middle seat sat Mr. Samuel, former Chairman Kohaug, who looked very ugly, and an empty seat for Tina.

Peter half-heartedly walked to the high platform, looking at the dense crowd below and fell into extreme tension, constantly looking at Nietzsche sitting in the car.

"Today is the day when the Magic Congress implements justice." Mr. Samuel said loudly, "We are honored to have a group of wizards around us to protect us... Ladies and gentlemen, history will record this fair moment."

This is a lie made up by Nietzsche, but it is full of goodwill.

This nationwide trial will soon spread to the whole of America, and then the whole world. With the cooperation of Nietzsche and Samuel, the Magic Congress retained its last dignity and tore up the Statute of Secrecy.

Peter stood on the stone platform wet by snowflakes, looking blankly at the gray sky.

"Then please do it, sir." Samuel said forcefully, "If you find it difficult, you can ask Ms. Goldstein to do it for you."

"No need."

Samuel drew out his wand under the gaze of the stormtroopers and strode behind Peter, who was still savoring the fried cod.

No No-Maj's 'iron wand' was used, no screams, no bloody parts.

"Avada Kedavra---"

The green light flashed in the camera with snowflakes, and before all the No-Maj could see what was going on, Peter fell straight to the ground, and then the forensic doctor came on stage to examine and announce the news of his death.

Christmas is over.

Chapter 407 Voldemort: The advantage is mine!

Bellatrix, Voldemort's most loyal servant, sacrificed her life in the battle of the Ministry of Magic, allowing him to temporarily split part of his soul to block the strange time magic. Although she was alive, her ending was worse than death.

Looking at her weak body now, he found for the first time that he could be so weak.

Voldemort sat on a rotten chair, his brain was as slow as a rusty wheel, and he questioned in his heart more than once: Why didn't Peter Pettigrew summon him yet? Did he betray him again?

"Narcissa..." he said weakly.

Mrs. Malfoy stood behind Voldemort, watching the weak body quietly draw out the wand, but after hearing her name, she quickly hid her thoughts in her heart and walked to the side of the Dark Lord.

"Your son... As long as your son protects the golden cup, we will be invincible." Voldemort said soothingly.

The last Death Eater's mind sank, and obviously, she had no way back.

Even if a killing curse was cast on the Dark Lord's back, what would it matter? As long as the Horcrux was still there, he would never die. And in order for Malfoy to leave England smoothly, Narcissa had blocked any path of betrayal.

"I will listen to your instructions." She swayed for a while, and then knelt beside the snake named Nagini.

"Did Dumbledore notice the movement in the Forbidden Forest?" Voldemort stared at the spiral formed by the other's hair on the top, as if to explore whether the emotions inside were sincere.