Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

If it were just the armor standing by the wall before, there would be nothing to be afraid of. But when he turned around and saw Nietzsche's face behind the lifted visor, he was so frightened that he couldn't hold the bottle anymore. .

"Crack!"

The aroma of fermented wine flows from the front of the nose to the window, and the scarlet liquid flows slowly on the stone tile floor.

Nietzsche looked at the direction Klum was leaving, then squeezed Karkaroff's shoulders hard and straightened the bones of the thin old principal.

"Do you like to use those honors to cover up your flaws? No problem, I will give it to you, but at the same time, please remember - only when you get it with your own hands can others be convinced." He seemed to be pinching a chicken. He pinched the other person's neck like a kid.

Karkaroff kicked his legs randomly, his mind a mess.

"You...you're dead...no, ghost? Ahem...Mr. Holmes?"

However, Nietzsche didn't want to hear his explanation, so he grabbed the other person by the neck, lifted him into the Slug Club, and threw him at Madame Maxime's feet.

"Hero, sit down over there." Nietzsche pointed to the chairs next to the two principals and said.

"I'm not a hero...it's all...it's all Maxim's fault!" Karkaroff glanced at the few people who were surprised, and immediately understood that the person in front of him was not an illusion, so he begged for mercy. , "It's all her fault, she didn't tell me about you!"

Madame Maxime sat alone on the three-seat sofa chair. The sympathy that had risen in her heart immediately fell to the bottom. She silently sipped the butterbeer from the barrel and pretended not to see anything.

And Professor McGonagall, who was already a bit sinister, even took a nap because Karkaroff was allowed to 'talk nonsense' every day.

"Okay, Igor, can you straighten your back like a man?" Snape said calmly, "Although you said some unpleasant things in school, Nietzsche will not do anything to you. ..at least not now.”

Thanks for the comfort, this made Karkaroff, who was already frightened, even more worried about his life. He moved his chair next to Dumbledore.

Hermione rolled her eyes, pulled out her wand, and gave Nietzsche a seat by the fire.

"Can you hurry up? I have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Snape this afternoon." She turned around and said softly, "The recent news about Voldemort has made Marvolo a little distracted, and Potter is also very nervous...for you , the principal gave everyone a half-day holiday."

The degree of trouble for Nietzsche seems to be even greater than before. Because of his arrival, all classes at Hogwarts that afternoon were temporarily canceled in order to gather in the office on the seventh floor.

But Professor Slughorn should be secretly happy, maybe there is something more for him to show off: three headmasters ended Voldemort in the Slug Club!

Nietzsche sat next to Hermione, his right hand naturally placed on the back of her left hand on the armrest, and looked around from left to right in the orange firelight:

Durmstrang's Karkaroff shrank, as if he would immediately hide behind Dumbledore in the middle whenever he was attacked. Beauxbatons' Madame Maxime was chatting with Hagrid, and the two mixed-race giants were drinking. They all use wooden barrels as cups;

Professor Flitwick had placed several books on his chair. Professor Sprout would glance worriedly at the Forbidden Forest from time to time. Snape was playing with his wand, and Professor McGonagall was looking at the two small wands held in his hands intentionally or unintentionally. hand...

"We don't know your plans, so you will lead this meeting." Dumbledore nodded gently.

Any important thing comes out of the Hogwarts Headmaster's mouth as easily as 'what do you want to eat for dinner?' because he is always so unhurried and keeps his emotions in his heart.

The three major magic schools in Europe, the stormtroopers waiting for Nietzsche's dispatch, Voldemort's dark army...

This was the Battle of Five Armies to end Voldemort.

Chapter 410: Special Usage of Protection Spell

Before making all strategic arrangements, they must understand one truth: it is impossible to let Voldemort leave this time.

"How does Hogwarts prevent Voldemort from escaping?" Nietzsche asked the most critical question.

This is not a battle for the Ministry of Magic. Nietzsche does not need to kill someone in the name of Voldemort, so all arrangements will be based on this 'annihilation' to provide detailed answers and eliminate the possibility of Voldemort escaping.

The magic of Hogwarts Castle is often not discussed when talking about it.

"Anti-Apparition Spell." Mrs. Maxim said lazily, "Whether it is a dark wizard or an Auror from the Ministry of Magic, this spell will be used to restrict the enemy's activities under certain circumstances, and it is the most effective method. "

"But Hogwarts' anti-Apparition cannot stop portkeys, and... there are special exceptions." Professor McGonagall glanced sideways at Nietzsche.

Hogwarts was founded very early. Although the facilities are complete, many places are imperfect.

As for that 'exception'...

"Voldemort cannot violate the restrictions of Apparition unless he also experiences time and space travel." Nietzsche assured this. "He is full of immortality and black magic and looks down on those who are heresy to him."

Exceptions here will only be made by Nietzsche and future wizards. Voldemort has been restrained by his own will.

"I can use Beauxbatons' alchemical resources, and any unauthorized door key cannot enter the school." Madam Maxime said.

French alchemy has taken over part of Nick Flamel's mantle. For example, the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic looks like the legendary Nibelung, which may be able to block the door key that Voldemort prepared in advance for his escape.

But then Snape spoke. He looked at the wine glass shaking in his hand and said, "Voldemort can fly."

"That's it?" Karkaroff said proudly, "It's no exaggeration to say that Krum can immediately raise an excellent Quidditch team to hunt down that person. You underestimate me, Severus. "

"That's a kind of flying magic learned from a dementor. He is the only one in the entire magical world who can... fly in the true sense. If you want your students to die, you can try it." Snee Pu said impatiently.

Nietzsche was somewhat impressed by this kind of magic. He recalled the past, and it seemed that every time Voldemort appeared, black energy would fall from the sky.

"Where's the gravity magic? Maybe I can control him." Quirrell raised his hand.

"No, it's too dangerous." Hermione rejected the proposal. "Even if we can do this, we can't send you to Voldemort immediately, let alone the center of the Dark Army."

She didn't make excuses, but considered the situation when Voldemort slipped away in the first place.

Regarding Voldemort's flight, everyone fell into silence, and everyone suddenly returned to the initial confusion.

"That means...if we are worried about Voldemort escaping, we have to find a way to trick him into the castle?" Flitwick said in a high voice.

"Don't forget that he is not alone." Karkaroff mocked contemptuously, "With all due respect, your old-fashioned oak door may not be able to withstand the tossing of the giant, unless it can stop the two divided situations. Very bad for us.”

Nietzsche heard fear in his words: Karkaroff was afraid of facing Voldemort.

Just when several people were wondering, Dumbledore seemed to suddenly wake up, and he patted his forehead in sudden realization.

"I almost forgot about Hogwarts' protective magic." The principal said, "If you are worried about harassment from giants, werewolves and other creatures, we can use protective spells to set up a barrier to isolate subsequent support..."

Inspiration suddenly flashed through Nietzsche's mind, as fast as lightning piercing the rainy night. Fortunately, this lightning was caught by a fire dragon.

"How big is the scope?" he suddenly said.

This question seemed unreasonable to the principals, but Dumbledore still answered: "With the blessing of the ancient magic within Hogwarts, the range of the Peace Spell can reach up to the boundaries of the school."

It is enough to cover the entire Hogwarts, including the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest.

Known: The Safe Guard Curse is an upgraded version of the Iron Armor Curse.

Because the effect of the Iron Armor Curse is to 'resist all attacks such as material and magic'; and because the Security Guarding Curse uses a barrier to divide an entire area, its scope involves the entire Hogwarts map area.

So it follows: Hogwarts' protective magic can serve as a prison.

"Then we can combine Professor Flitwick's suggestion!" Nietzsche said enthusiastically, "We can first trick Voldemort and part of the dark army into coming in, and then take the opportunity to use the Safeguarding Curse to cut off follow-up support, and prevent Voldemort from flying away."

His unusual brain circuit stunned everyone, and all the principals and professors were pondering this proposal.

It may be strange, but the large protective spell in Hogwarts is used to resist attacks, so it can naturally prevent Voldemort from flying away; but if it is not strange, doesn't a normal wizard prevent Voldemort from flying in?

Hermione's eyebrows were raised and lowered. She also felt that there was something wrong. From the logic of the spell, it was completely opposite, but from the effect of the spell, it was consistent with the purpose of use. There was something strange that could not be described.

I understand, future wizard prisons should use large-scale protective magic to prevent jailbreaks... Heh, that seems to be the truth?

People inside can't escape, and people outside can't break in.

"Right? There's nothing wrong with it, right?" Nietzsche spread his hands and continued, "As long as Voldemort can't fly out, it'll be fine, unless he forcibly opens a gap."

But this is the only way for Voldemort to dream:

He had to withstand the attacks of Dumbledore, Madam Maxime, Nietzsche, Hermione and others, and it would take dozens of minutes to open a gap, but in these dozens of minutes, he could die five or six times. All over.

The most perfect protection is the most airtight prison.

"Then we must maintain our defences." Snape took a sip of the mead, which meant he relaxed a little.

"That's no problem. It just requires a few professors to provide magic output in different directions." Dumbledore carelessly stroked the glass and said calmly, "Of the eight directions, only the north is the most dangerous."

To the northwest is the Black Lake, to the northeast is the Quidditch pitch, and to the north is the Forbidden Forest. This means that someone needs to go to the rear to maintain magic in the most intense firefight, otherwise a gap will be opened.

Even if there is only a gap that only one person can pass through, it is a life-saving place for Voldemort.

"Karkarov." Nietzsche suddenly stood up in place of Principal Durmstrang and said without hesitation, "Principal Karkaroff has always wanted to leave a precious name in history, and he hopes that he can wash it away The humiliation of the past.”

"I..." Karkaroff was dumbfounded, stunned, and numb.

"You don't want the world to know that you were a food-and-death-disciple, right?" Nietzsche said with a smile.

Hermione lay back and shouted in her mind: Appeared! The ‘harmless smile’ that Holmes appeared before he killed someone!

"This... of course." Karkaroff lowered his head humbly and responded in a weak voice, "It's not for Death Eaters or not, it's mainly for Durmstrang's students. Be a role model."

At this moment, he felt very regretful in his heart. If he had known that Nietzsche was still alive, how could he dare to have those unrealistic fantasies.

"Don't worry, Nietzsche and Hermione's fire dragons will take you to Voldemort's rear. The entire black dragon in the Hebridean Islands and the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest will protect you." Dumbledore patted the old man on the shoulder. comforted.

"If you are really worried about me, then don't let me..."

"Then you're going to deal with Voldemort?" Before he could finish speaking, Dumbledore poured cold water on his head.

Karkaroff regained his courage.

Just kidding, he would rather be protected by a group of magical animals than dealing with Voldemort who uses magic like the Unforgivable Curse.

Chapter 411 Grindelwald’s brief resurrection

(It was my family’s birthday, so I drank alcohol forcibly, so I updated the list)

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There was no snow in Hogwarts in February, and everyone was working hard to deal with the approaching dark clouds. Except for Marvolo, his mental state was falling into a continuous depression.

The tension of choosing between the two, and the confusion about the future.乪

"If Voldemort dies, then who am I?" Marvolo blinked and said in a daze, "I am also a fragment of the soul. Once I am still alive, then Voldemort will never die...Does this mean My final outcome?"

No one knows his own nature better than Marvolo Sisyphus. Although he changed his name and surname, he still belongs to Voldemort in his soul.

He paced restlessly up and down the Gryffindor common room, making Harry Potter's eyes dazzle.

"What are you afraid of? In the worst case, we can help you erect a tombstone." Potter put his arms behind his head and let out a long yawn in the warm fire. Then he said jokingly, "Don't forget that you have Part of my blood."

Marvolo glanced at the scar on his forehead and felt that he still needed to consider which step. He had to make sure that Voldemort would not emerge from his body.

In the school infirmary on the other side, Nietzsche and Dumbledore sat on either side of Grindelwald.

In an undisturbed environment, the principal's eyes stared directly at the silver hands wrapped in cloth. The fat and short fingers were covered with the resurrection stone that symbolized the god of death. Nietzsche looked at the eyes from the opposite side. To an obsession that doesn't belong to the headmaster of Hogwarts.

When the other person's fingertips were only one centimeter away from the ring, he retracted the arm holding the silver hand.

"This is for him, not you." Nietzsche said with a frown.

"Sorry...let me do it. Please allow me to complete the last step." Dumbledore rubbed his face with calloused fingers and cheered up.

The three Deathly Hallows in fairy tales are the Elder Wand, the Cloak of Invisibility, and the Resurrection Stone.

Dumbledore first raised his well-jointed Elder Wand, controlled the Resurrection Stone ring and put it on Grindelwald's skinny finger under Nietzsche's vigilant gaze, and then put the Invisibility Cloak on the quilt.

After everything was done, the principal finally put his wand into his hand.

Putting a ring on the other person's hand... This kind of action has been clearly explained in sociology. Nietzsche did not expect that the seemingly great Principal Dumbledore actually had this side.

"Some people say that the Deathly Hallows were created by the God of Death, but I prefer things created by powerful ancient wizards. No one knows their function, only that the holder can race against death."

Dumbledore's voice swirled in the school infirmary, and the night breeze blowing through the window was even more intoxicating. It was like listening to a traveler telling a story that started with the sentence "a long time ago."

But Nietzsche lowered his head, focusing all his energy on observing Grindelwald's face.

Although the curse on the Resurrection Stone has been weakened a lot, no one knows what adverse reactions it will have with the poison on Grindelwald, and he doesn't know what the 'Master of Death' means.

Eternal life?

Something was wrong, if the Deathly Hallows could really lead to immortality, then why would Voldemort bother to split his soul?

At this time, Grindelwald's brows moved, and for just a moment Dumbledore jumped up from his chair, bent down and put his head to the other person's mouth.

"Ariana..." Grindelwald seemed to be hallucinating again

The white gauze curtain was blown up, making it look as if someone was hiding inside. Nietzsche's fingers were trembling impatiently, and through rapid and repeated touching movements of his index finger and thumb, uneasy emotions burst out from his fingertips.

But this time the hallucination didn't seem so sad, because Grindelwald didn't cry or make a fuss, and held Dumbledore's collar tightly with his left hand.

"Ariana, please forgive me." He said with empty eyes, tugging on the principal's collar, as if he was seeing another person through one person's face, seeing the hypocrisy behind another world.

Dumbledore didn't know how to answer, so he just kept saying: "I'm here, Gellert..."

But this gentle call was useless. A tear slid from the corner of Grindelwald's eye onto the pillow. He was seen swinging back and forth between the hallucination of the poison and the resurrection stone, reaching for the white curtains floating above his head.

Nietzsche knew very well in his heart that the other party's soul was already shattered.

"Say something." He urged the headmaster, "Respond to his call, at least pull his consciousness back from the hallucination, just say something!"

"Ariana is dead, Gellert, it's not your fault alone." Dumbledore sighed, "There are still people alive, I need you---let go of that matter, I know very well who killed her."