Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"No." Narcissa said honestly, closing her eyes.

Very good, this is good news for Voldemort. From the action of stroking the scales on Nagini's head, it can be seen that his mood has finally relaxed a little.

But at the same time, even Narcissa could see his urgency...

"It's a good time, shh---we have to seize the opportunity." Voldemort lowered his voice nervously, as if there was someone eavesdropping around him that he couldn't even see, "I want to get myself back." The power is in Dumbledore’s hands!”

"Dumbledore?" Narcissa was confused.

"Keep your voice down---I can feel someone looking at me...Keep your voice down!" Voldemort raised his wand angrily, staring with scarlet eyes.

Narcissa heard that there is a disease among Muggles called 'hypochondria'. This disease can be seen in the Dark Lord:

He is always suspicious, as if the "dead Nietzsche" has escaped from the hands of death and is hiding in the dark and thinking of harming him all the time. His nerves are highly tense, and sometimes he will drink magic potions crazily to prevent himself from falling asleep.

Crazy. If Voldemort once understood his purpose and retained a trace of reason, then he has become a complete madman now.

"Dumbledore can't die. I have to rush into Hogwarts before he is resurrected...hehehehe." Voldemort stroked the crystal ball in his arms and sounded like a miser. "The prophecy has already told the answer. Me."

The magic power flowed into the prophecy ball along the sharp nails like snake teeth. It was filled with blue light and had several colors floating inside.

It was the first time Narcissa saw the Dark Lord take out the prophecy ball, so she curiously looked at the patterns inside that formed the faces of several people and the most important symbols:

First came the death of Harry Potter, followed by a wand, a black stone and a silvery cloth.

The Deathly Hallows are the key, representing 'escape from death' in legend, and when seen alongside the dead Potter, mean rebirth.

"Returning from death... This is Dumbledore's secret." Voldemort said grimly, "He is not afraid of death? All of you have been deceived. He is not afraid of death not because of any greatness, but because he has Way to escape."

As he spoke greedily, he moved his head to the side furtively, and then pulled up his loose sleeves to block the light emitted by the prophecy ball.

"You mean Potter will come back from the dead?" Narcissa could only recognize a few faces that flashed past.

"Yes, yes,..." Voldemort said proudly, "Obviously Dumbledore has prepared things in the future that will allow him and Potter to escape the invitation of death. This is why I ordered the Dark Army to infiltrate the Forbidden Forest. reason.”

Narcissa shivered involuntarily when she heard the truth. Just for a moment, she felt a cool breeze blowing on her back through the wizard's robe.

Death, immortality, death... these things are simply not knowledge that she can access.

What the prophecy ball shows is not something that will inevitably happen, but a decisive picture of the future. But the more broken the prophecy is, the more it proves that it is right. Voldemort is convinced of this, just as he killed Godric's Hollow more than fifty years ago. Same as ever.

"Bellatrix's efforts are not in vain, hehe." Voldemort's flat face was twisted in ecstasy.

Now the magic world thought that the Dark Lord would hide and run away, but he didn't.

The boy who survived, the boy who survived, how can there be any magic of love... The Dark Lord put the crystal ball away again, and stood up slowly with the help of Nagini. His eyes looked at the people in the Scottish Highlands. south.

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At the same time, in the principal's office at Hogwarts.

"The mysterious man has obtained the prophecy ball, and the advantage we have worked so hard to establish will disappear at any time!" Snape paced back and forth in the room impatiently, "Only you and Trelawney know the prophecy... Albus , now is not the time to sell out."

After Professor Snape heard what happened in the Forbidden Forest, he immediately jumped in panic.

An army, an army composed of giants, vampires, werewolves and other miscellaneous beasts, was almost approaching the gate of Hogwarts, but the great and most powerful Principal Dumbledore said, "There is no rush." ".

"We need support!" Snape knocked on the table hard, "What are you afraid of? Don't you know how to do things without Holmes?!"

Dumbledore sipped the sour soda carefully and slowly fed Fawkes to the phoenix under the deep nagging of the Dean.

After waiting for a while, the office gradually became quiet, and the rest of the annoyed principals had fled from the portrait. He then turned around slowly.

"It's part of the plan," Dumbledore said easily.

"This is... ha!" Snape laughed angrily, and he had just wasted his emotion. "Do you think you can make me believe you without reason as long as you learn that Sherlock Holmes way of speaking?"

"In fact, these are exactly what Holmes said."

Snape's right hand twitched, and he almost pulled his wand out of his waist.

"If I remember correctly, it can't be the Muggle detective. Let me guess, it should be..."

"No need to guess, it was the youngest Holmes who said it." Dumbledore scratched the condensed water droplets on the handle of the cup with his fingers, and narrowed his blue eyes through the half-moon lenses, "There is only so much I can say. "

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Snape's legs went limp, and he staggered backwards, just in time to be caught by a soft chair that appeared out of thin air.

"You mean..." The corners of his mouth rose up, and then immediately returned to their original state, "Last words? He has even calculated what will happen now and in the future?"

"I can't read his mind, why don't you ask him in person tomorrow, how about that?" Dumbledore paused, and suddenly looked out the window, "What a coincidence, Severus, I have to go greet the visiting guests."

Fawkes next to him held the wand in his beak and placed it in the headmaster's palm, and then he made a pleasant chirping sound, and then he disappeared into the office in the form of fire.

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are here.

(PS: hand-typed

Chapter 408 A righteous gang fight

How long does it take to get back to Hogwarts from the Woolworth Building in New York?

For a normal wizard, you must first return to the designated location of the Transport Management Department through the portkey, and then go to King's Cross Station to take the Hogwarts Express to Hogsmeade Station.

What? Want to be faster? No problem, then save the time of taking the train, go directly to Hogsmeade Village through Apparition, and then enter Hogwarts through the secret passage.

And Nietzsche...opened the door, closed the door, and went home.

Behind the door, there was Tina with a smile on her face and Mr. Samuel, who had established a preliminary connection, and in front of the door, there was the gorgeously decorated Slug Club Hall and wine cabinet.

"What should I have?" Nietzsche scratched his smooth chin with his fingers, muttering to himself lively.

Back to school He began to imagine what he could drink with Hermione at dinner. In order to first express the meaning of this trip, maybe he could prepare some "Bermuda Rum Cocktail" for the candlelight dinner for the two of them.

Nietzsche seemed to have forgotten that this was Slughorn's office.

According to the normal procedure, he should go to the principal's office first, but... He glanced at the clock at two o'clock in the afternoon and shrugged casually.

Perhaps it was because the entire Christmas holiday was wasted in France and the United States. Nietzsche always felt that the sofa today was particularly soft, as if he was sinking into a pile of cotton. Any movement would make the body sink deeper and deeper... Hey?

"Hanging bell!"

Nietzsche just realized that something was wrong and wanted to stand up to check, but found that his whole body was stuck to the soft leather, and then his eyes opened It began to flip and was hung on the ceiling with the pattern of "Merlin and Arthur".

The room seemed to be turned upside down, and the original ceiling became the floor of the sofa.

Nietzsche did not dare to get angry, because he could see Professor Snape slowly walking out from behind the curtain in his upside-down vision.

Professor Snape did not speak, holding his wand and moving forward little by little. His expression changed from solemn at the beginning to relaxed, and finally returned to a kind of indifferent observation---the general professor had looked at Potter like this in the first-year potion class.

"You are not the only one?" Nietzsche turned his head with effort to see the dark corner clearly, "The sofa has been cast a Transfiguration spell."

A tabby cat jumped out and turned back into Professor McGonagall a second before its front legs landed on the ground.

Good news: He guessed right.

Bad news: This is not It means it's a good thing.

"Dear Vice Principal McGonagall~~" Nietzsche said in a flattering tone, "I thought you wouldn't play this kind of trick with Snape, could you please help me put it down first~"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and was stopped by another person just as she took out her wand.

Ah? There is a third person.

"No, I believe the great and arrogant Holmes will not care about this kind of 'little trick'." Quirrell Quirinus' voice came from behind Nietzsche.

Behind... You know, Nietzsche is now hanging on the ceiling, that is, from the moment he opened the door, Quirrell has been standing on the ceiling watching his every move, like a bat hanging upside down.

But then again, who would stand on the ceiling for nothing?

"Aha, it must be Principal Dumbledore who told you." Nietzsche blinked, trying to get away with it by being 'cute'.

Professor McGonagall quickly pulled out her wand from her sleeve and tapped the air at him, causing the wand to flash. Then he couldn't say anything --- the Transfiguration spell had made his mouth disappear.

Is this Professor McGonagall? Or the Gryffindor Headmaster who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside?

Changed, all changed, led astray by Snape...

"In fact, we are punishing you for being absent from class without reason, Mr. Holmes." Professor McGonagall would use a rigorous excuse to cover up even if she was retaliating. She said angrily, "Based on your bad behavior, we can't deal with it by deducting points."

Professors Snape, Quirrell and McGonagall exchanged glances, and then used their own tricks.

Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped. Nietzsche can't avoid this beating today, but think about it on the bright side. At least he is the first Slytherin snake since Hogwarts to make the Gryffindor and Slytherin Headmasters put aside their prejudices.

What's even more ridiculous is that the first victim of the righteous gang fight was not Voldemort, but Nietzsche, the instigator.

If Rita Skeeter saw it, the headline of the next daily newspaper would probably be:

"Shocking! The third generation Dark Lord who committed all kinds of evil outside, causing the Magical Congress of the United States to complain bitterly, and forced Chairman Colehaug to abdicate by tough means was defeated by three professors... On the unknown history of Hogwarts. 》

Half an hour later, Quirrell threw Nietzsche, who was bruised and red, back to the ground.

"Don't tell me you're here..."

"I've been waiting all night, that's right." Quirrell confirmed his thoughts and said without disguising, "Dumbledore has explained the matter of 'Darth Vader'. Warm reminder, don't eat the food handled by Slughorn at the end of the night."

The eyes of the three giants gradually became dangerous again.

What kind of thing is this? Sitting next to them secretly, isn't this just watching a joke? McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell all want to save face, and two of them dare to trip up Voldemort for their self-esteem.

Seeing that the second group fight was about to begin, Nietzsche immediately covered his face and asked in a hurry: "Where is Hermione?"

This is obviously not a good topic, but this is all he can think of at the moment.

"In the hall." Snape said coldly, "But because of your current identity... Quirinus, what's the name of the kid who came with Karkaroff?"

"Krum, the world Quidditch champion." Quirrell reacted quickly, took over smoothly, and added fuel to the fire, "Miss Granger is now a hot commodity, no one will dislike a tragic girl who lost her lover."

Nietzsche turned his head and looked at Professor McGonagall, hoping to hear an explanation.

"Really? No wonder Krum is always very serious when studying, it seems that he wants to show some strength in front of Miss Granger..." Professor Cat said ambiguously.

Nietzsche advised himself in his heart: Don't be angry, the professors are all taking revenge on me.

"But don't blame them, after all, Karkaroff likes to find all kinds of umbrellas for himself." Snape said suddenly.

Nietzsche stood up and walked out the door with big strides.

"Isn't Karkaroff your friend?" Professor McGonagall didn't understand and was shocked.

"Strictly speaking, they are 'comrades', but it doesn't matter, so that they won't continue to 'talk nonsense' in school." Snape's hooked nose radiated malicious eyes, and he threw off his cloak and followed.

(Hogwarts is pronounced as nonsense, which was complained by Queenie in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them 1")

Chapter 409 The Battle of Five Armies

The ridicule of 'talking nonsense' first came from France, and was then used most by students of Durmstrang.

"Hogwarts is the best magic school?" German students would say every time they quarreled with others, "It is indeed the best school... in the matter of talking nonsense! Otherwise, why would you need our help?"

And the students of Hogwarts could not refute it, so they could only endure it silently.

After the Christmas holiday, they were told by other schools that the 'exchange meeting' was actually a deployment to gather for a counterattack. Therefore, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons did come to help, which also proved that Hogwarts was not the 'best'.

The senior students of Hogwarts were talking about Dumbledore in their hearts. They felt that they didn't need help from other schools.

Karkaroff, who had just come up from the bottom, was carrying a bottle of wine, humming a little tune, and swinging the woolen cloak hanging on his shoulders. The sturdy Krum followed the headmaster of Durmstrang.

"Don't be underestimated, Viktor." He taught his students, "This "Exchange" will be recorded in the history of magic. I don't want the students of Durmstrang to contribute less than the British who need help."

He attaches great importance to honor, just like the warriors of the Goblet of Fire, always thinking about washing away his black history.

"This is what we should do! Headmaster." Krum said, standing upright next to the gloomy armor.

"Very good, very good... By the way, I remember that you had a good impression of Granger before?" Karkaroff's little thoughts looked even more obscene under his gray goatee, and he said indirectly.

"She has a partner, Mr. Headmaster."

Krum saw the hidden meaning of the headmaster, so he frowned, but still sighed with regret.

"But I heard that her partner seems..."

"I know he is a hero, Mr. Headmaster, I have heard about what happened in the British Ministry of Magic." Krum's tone began to sound a little impatient, "If nothing happens, I also made an appointment with Potter to practice flying brooms."

"Potter?" Karkaroff scratched his forehead and praised happily, "Although it is a little worse than Granger, it is not bad..."

Then his students left the castle without looking back and walked towards the magic ship that emerged from the Black Lake.

Almost everyone knew what a rotten person Karkaroff was, especially for Krum. After this rotten person became their headmaster, it was even more helpless. It was impossible to ignore it.

The former Death Eater headmaster sipped the wine happily, fantasizing about a Slughorn-like future, while leaning against the window to admire the beautiful scenery of dozens of Hebdiry Islands black dragons lying on the edge of the Black Lake.

At this moment, a pair of iron hands suddenly pressed his shoulders from behind.