Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Buzz---"

A green lightsaber swung past Harry's scalp, and then a vampire with its wings cut off fell to the ground.

Slytherin's Warrington rushed over, holding his wand in reverse with both hands, and the green plasma bound by magic burned through the vampire's heart. Finally, he squatted down, broke off a fang with force and threw it into his pocket.

Harry listened to the rustling sound in his pocket and guessed that there should be a lot of vampire teeth in it.

"Cedric! Daphne, let that big fool come over!" Warrington howled to the sky.

Of course he remembered Hermione's deployment, so he took Harry to the door.

After several people communicated with each other several times, Harry saw Cedric, Qiu Zhang and Ginny suddenly fly down from the sky.

"Take me to Voldemort." Harry looked at the scarlet light flashing in the distance, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart, but his hand did not stop, and he took his Firebolt from Ginny.

On the battlefield of Hogwarts, he was like a Quaffle, passed from one person to another.

And Harry was not wrong. He just glanced at it and noticed that the scarlet flash was Nietzsche's figure flashing in the dark army.

The furious Voldemort raised his wand and wanted to end "Dumbledore".

"Avada---"

But before the Dark Lord could finish the spell, Nietzsche suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost and gave him a "jump face kill"---the lightsaber passed through his chest, and the effect of the Cruciatus Curse made his snake face look more distorted.

Then, in the eyes of the terrified servants, a sandbag-sized iron fist hit Voldemort's face directly.

Blood oozed from Voldemort's nostrils and mouth, drawing an arc in the air, and he could feel his teeth loosening slightly under the interaction of forces.

Hermione in the sky looked down at the ground and saw the scarlet light at a glance, so she raised her wand and used powerful war magic to clear part of the ground around the red light.

Nietzsche looked at Smaug gratefully and took the opportunity to help Grindelwald, who was lying on the lawn.

He first pulled open the thin robe, took off his gloves, and put them on his chest without any fluctuations... His heartbeat was very weak, but at least he was still alive.

"Rennervate!"

A rose-red light briefly appeared between Nietzsche's palm and Grindelwald's chest.

This is a forced resuscitation magic that will wake up the unconscious person by overdrawing his energy, so it is rarely used by professional pharmacists.

Grindelwald's eyelids trembled slightly for a while, and then suddenly his eyes bulged out as if he had woken up from a nightmare, and he was breathing heavily, and his hands touched his body in disbelief, as if to confirm whether there were any parts missing.

"Where is Voldemort?" He scratched his empty right hand and made a sound with difficulty.

"He has already got the Elder Wand." Nietzsche said.

"No... ahem... I'm asking about the other Voldemort! The little one!" Grindelwald grabbed his arm with all his strength, "Don't kill him for now, I know what's going on... haha... bring him here..."

He should be looking for 'Marvolo'.

The black shadow above his head that kept bringing fear to the residue on the ground was getting bigger and bigger, and Smaug landed beside the two people in the middle of the dark army that was constantly surrounding them with flames and lightning.

"Take him to find Sisyphus!" Nietzsche threw the half-dead Grindelwald to Hermione.

Smaug impatiently spat out flames as thick as magma, roasting the giants who tried to pass through him into charcoal.

"What about you?" She raised her head, trying to see Harry's figure among the Quidditch teams entangled with the Dementors, and then continued.

"I will clear a safe area here before Harry arrives."

Nietzsche was alone, but the werewolves and vampires around him who still had their sanity did not dare to step forward. Just listening to the breath that seemed to step on their hearts made them feel fear. They looked at each other, and none of them wanted to die for the first time.

And the eight-eyed giant spiders were even more impossible. Their natural enemy was the basilisk. The breath conveyed by Nietzsche made the giant spiders instinctively flee around.

The descendants of Aragog would rather face the fire dragon and the centaur than disturb the basilisk.

Voldemort got up from the ground in a panic, his whole face was sunken because of the punch, but Nietzsche noticed that only the two sides of his ribs had burn marks from the lightsaber, not the heart.

"Hiss---" A snake crawled out of Voldemort's collar.

Voldemort looked at Nagini with relief. It was this snake as a Horcrux that had helped to block Nietzsche's attacks that would have been fatal to ordinary people, including the duel with Grindelwald.

"Weak and powerless." Nietzsche's taunt came from the helmet, and the heavy mechanical sound seemed unusually cold.

"Is this your plan? Huh?" Voldemort used human body transformation to restore his face to its original state, but the remaining blood and wounds still made him look embarrassed, "Let the dying Dumbledore come to die, how great."

A giant stepped on the lava-like fire and rushed forward while screaming.

Although he was very strong, he was clumsy and had countless exposed weaknesses at a glance. Nietzsche leaped up like a feather blown by the wind, jumped onto the giant's shoulder, held the magic wand in both hands, and chopped off the giant's head.

Although the hard skin can effectively resist magic, it does not affect the scorching temperature of the lighting spell at all.

The plasma shredded the giant's flesh, burning the cross-sections with a sizzling sound.

Voldemort calmed down. He didn't understand why he was afraid. You know that he could survive that kind of energy storm full of chaos and disorder. Why didn't Nietzsche need to pay the price?

"Avada Kedavra!" The Dark Lord regained his confidence and let out a death roar with the Elder Wand.

Nietzsche, who was standing on the giant's corpse, quickly reached out and grabbed an unlucky guy from the side. He pinched the enemy's neck and asked Voldemort's followers to block the killing curse for him.

Whoosh---

The poor werewolf couldn't feel any pain and fell asleep with his head tilted.

Vampires, werewolves, giant spiders and other creatures all took a step back. They felt something was wrong. Looking at Nietzsche, who regarded the headless giant as the top of the mountain, his heart skipped a beat:

'Why does this man fight more like the Dark Lord than the Dark Lord? ’

Chapter 417: Unfair, rematch, rematch!

Nietzsche doesn't know Voldemort's magic of pulling out a shield out of thin air, but he can do the next best thing... What Nietzsche means is that although he can't turn into a magic shield, he can use the surrounding soldiers as human shields.

Just a one-off? It doesn’t matter, there are a lot of them around~

To be honest, those Death Eaters who had surrendered or supported Voldemort were hesitant... They were hesitant to escape.

Voldemort hated Nietzsche's fighting style. In his words, it was not elegant at all, so every time Nietzsche's lightsaber was about to hit him, he would ask the surrounding followers to fill it with flesh and blood.

"This is your army." Nietzsche once again cut off a whole row of enemies. The black window brought only endless indifference to the enemy.

A body of flesh and blood is like a ball of bread that is still being kneaded in front of a powerful wizard.

However, Nietzsche has gradually figured out the opponent's style: Nagini is a living Horcrux, and Voldemort uses the characteristics of the snake to wrap it around his body as a 'curse-proof garment'.

Horcruxes cannot be destroyed at will, and they have extremely high defensive functions.

"So try this?"

Nietzsche inserted the lightsaber vertically into the ground, and the wave of calamity surged around him. Except for the vampires who could transform into bats through their talents, all other Death Eater creatures were burned to ashes.

But Voldemort was not afraid at all...or rather, he was relieved about it.

"Vulnerable!" Voldemort raised his hands, struggling to control the Calendar Fire that wanted to devour him, and used superb black magic to seize control of the Calendar Fire.

However, the Dark Lord always felt a little weird. Logically speaking, the Elder Wand should be more powerful, but he didn't use it smoothly at all.

But he soon felt relieved. After all, as his strength declined, he would inevitably lose control of magic like a young wizard. And thinking about it, he was a little more arrogant. Although the influence was left behind, he was still far beyond 'peers'.

With fangs at both ends, the six-meter-tall Calendar Fire Viper rose from the battlefield, and everyone could feel their insignificance.

When the two giant snakes bit him, Nietzsche didn't even have the intention to dodge. He activated rune magic at the moment he was about to be swallowed by the fire, and used his magical position to distort Voldemort's attack.

From Voldemort's perspective - those calendar fires were deflected to the ground by some kind of magic and disappeared into a puff of black smoke.

At this moment, Harry controlled the Firebolt and dived while avoiding the pursuit of three dementors. When he was still about one or two meters above the ground, he abandoned the broom and carried Gryffin If you have more swords, jump down.

The clean and luxurious sword was first inserted into the hot ground. Then, Harry rolled forward the moment he landed, and when he stood up, he used the inertia to pull out the sword.

Although it looks awkward to avoid the dementors, the way he lands in a superhero style is really cool.

"Call the gods to protect you." Nietzsche whispered the incantation.

The silver wire turned into a slender rune snake, and three independent heads strangled the three pursuing dementors. It was hard to imagine that the dementors would also make painful "gurgling" sounds with their throats. The air kept rolling.

They are tortured by the Patronus Curse, but they cannot die, which is worse than dying directly.

Feeling horrified, Harry quickly noticed the fully protected 'stranger' in front of him. He looked up at Hermione, who was still riding Smaug, and first ruled out an answer in his mind.

"You are not Prefect Hermione or Dumbledore anyway." He held the sword in his right hand and the wand in his left hand.

"Ah...if you want to reminisce about the past, we will have a lot of time in the future." Nietzsche heard Harry's displeasure, so he helplessly coaxed him, "But if you want to vent your emotions, please do it now. Pick a reasonable target.”

Harry quickly looked around, and followed Professor Quirrell's instructions in his memory to get into a position that would make it easier for him to slash with his right arm.

"I can deal with those soldiers." Harry thought for a moment and continued, "Dumbledore said that Nagini is his Horcrux, as long as you can find a way to send me to him."

"I hope you didn't waste Snape and Quirrell's teachings," Nietzsche said.

And Harry followed him forward almost simultaneously, without any hesitation or fear.

"Potter~The Child Who Lived~" Voldemort narrowed his disgusting snake-like eyes and said arrogantly, "I have read the prophecy about you, child, it is indeed a bit legendary, but don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Whether you kill me or not, I will kill you." Harry said sarcastically, "Obviously your delirious mind doesn't realize this."

"I hope you can keep your current complacency." Voldemort said with his mouth corners pulled down.

"Are you angry? It seems that the Dark Lord who doesn't even let people mention his name doesn't like others to evaluate his IQ?" Harry raised his left arm, "God of Swords!"

The invisible blade tore Voldemort's robes, but unfortunately it was blocked by the squirming Nagini.

Suddenly, several Hebdiry Islands black dragons rushed out of control from the rear, and Voldemort had to free up his hands to deal with the two black dragons first.

"Stop them! Idiots, there are only two of them!" He ordered those cowardly followers, "Avada Kedavra!"

The black torrent began to rush towards Nietzsche and Harry under the order, and the sword of Gryffindor cut the enemy's throat, but the smelly dark red blood did not linger on the blade for any longer, and every swing would sprinkle bursts of blood rain in the air.

Voldemort's killing curse was very powerful, so powerful that it immediately killed an adult Hebridean black dragon.

But before he could be happy, he saw another person who made him furious---Marvolo Sisyphus, who was essentially one of the fragments of Voldemort's soul.

Marvolo stood on the top of the killed fire dragon, treating it as a pedal sliding on the grass due to inertia.

"Avada Kedavra!!" He grinned wildly and launched an equally deadly and powerful killing curse at Voldemort.

"Idiot...you idiot!" Voldemort didn't dare to fight back, and could only use his followers to block the sudden attack like Nietzsche. He kept cursing, "We are all Voldemort! If you kill me, you will kill yourself!!"

It's normal to fight Holmes and Potter, but why did his soul come along during the fight?

If Hogwarts is a huge competition stage, Voldemort can pinch his nose and admit that he is one against two, but halfway through the fight, his left and right hands suddenly start fighting each other, and even slap himself...this is not fair.

Voldemort looked at Marvolo, who was crazy under the green light, and cursed inwardly: lunatic.

Chapter 418: The Snake Slayer

For Voldemort, if it can be considered "equally matched" when Nietzsche was the only one at the beginning, then Harry's joining can barely be called "fighting back and forth", but if Marvolo is added, it will really be a "headache".

Voldemort needed to be on guard against the killing curse while trying to avoid being hit by Harry's sword of Gryffindor.

The evil scarlet eyes scanned back and forth in three different directions. At first, he was able to counterattack in an orderly manner, but he soon began to show his flaws under this triangular attack.

The four of them fought in the crowd, leaving behind the so-called glory, and only thought about killing each other.

Harry was exhausted, his clothes were wet, it was not sweat, but the blood of Voldemort's followers, and there was some translucent mucus and thin and hard spider hair of the eight-eyed giant spider in the middle.

'Why...' Voldemort was not much better, and he began to feel the looseness of the old wand in his heart more than once.

But the killing curse did not give him time to think, and he hid aside again in frustration.

Nietzsche seized the opportunity and suddenly used Apparition to jump behind him. The Dark Lord had no time to dodge. Although Nagini used her smooth body under her robe to avoid the scorching lightsaber, it still pierced his left rib.

From behind, Voldemort's body looked like a biscuit gnawed by a mouse.

"Ah!!" He made a sharp sound, and his body turned into a thick black mist, and he flashed away three or four meters away.

"Riddle..." Voldemort covered his charred wound and said gloomily, "Don't think I dare not kill you. You are just a fake, a tool for me to conquer death."

"Don't shout that name!" Marvolo angrily shot the Killing Curse into the distance.

Like his opponent, he was also a wizard who used the Unforgivable Curse as a common spell, and the Killing Curse was simply a piece of cake.

"My father is a Muggle, and my mother is a witch. This is an unchangeable fact!" Marvolo roared at the real Dark Lord, "And you are a coward, a coward who has abandoned himself!"

"We are one." Voldemort hissed coldly, "I let you live just for myself."

This is a cruel fact, but he doesn't think Marvolo will choose justice.

Although the two have completely different names, their souls are one. For Voldemort, this means that Marvolo's nature is ultimately a coward, so this is an opportunity that can be used.

"Face the reality, they will kill you eventually." Voldemort bewitched, "Otherwise they will never be able to kill me."

It seems to be an unsolvable problem, so Marvolo really hesitated for a moment, and Harry Potter, who saw all the changes, picked up the sword of Gryffindor again and rushed up rashly.

Voldemort was happy, as if he saw the effect.