Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"God's Edge is Shadowless!" Potter shouted.

But how could he let Voldemort falter even half a step without a helping hand? The Dark Lord easily blocked the attack and sent the opponent flying three meters away with his backhand, before he even hit the ground and unleashed the fatal killing curse. .

"Avada Kedavra---" "Expelliarmus!" "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light crushed the red beam, but another green light that also represented death shot out from above Potter's head, and Marvolo's killing curse collided with Voldemort's killing curse.

Hatred and disgust collide with disdain and irritability.

Voldemort did not give up, because he had obtained the Elder Wand and allowed Peter Pettigrew to successfully leave England with the Resurrection Stone. Therefore, he believed that Potter would not be resurrected as predicted, so he began to fight with Marvolo. .

And this is indeed the case, Harry only has his purest soul in his body...

But Voldemort gradually realized something was wrong. He found that he had lost control of the Elder Wand, and the magic power in his body was being drained out like a mouthful. Then, as if it had reached a critical value, the tip of the Elder Wand exploded. .

Nietzsche stood in front of Harry, using his solid armor and rune magic to block the incoming dust and the killing curses flying around.

This gorgeous green flame flew in all directions, and some students flying through the sky were also affected and fell heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Marvolo, who was in the center, flew backwards and fell to the ground, without any breath of life in his body; Voldemort and Nagini were also separated by this huge force, and the snake as a Horcrux was thrown to aside.

"No...no!!" Voldemort roared for his soul.

But soon he and Nietzsche noticed Nagini being left writhing beside him. He had lost a soul and could no longer lose another.

"Now!" Nietzsche's magic power gradually gained the upper hand, and he immediately used a barrier spell to hold the opponent back.

Harry seized the last chance. His head was dizzy, and there was only one figure in his mind - Nagini. He couldn't even look back to see if Marvolo was really dead.

The sword made by an ancient fairy began to get hot, which seemed to indicate that the purpose of its existence was to chop snakes.

The first time was when Harry pierced the head of the Chamber of Secrets basilisk with it, and the second time was... Harry Potter was the first to rush in front of Nagini under the cover of Nietzsche, with the sword raised and leading Drawing a crescent moon in the sky with its own weight.

"Avada Kedavra! Avada! Avada---"

However, no matter how Voldemort used the Elder Wand, it only caused a little black smoke to emit from the core.

Well, since magic is useless, let's move forward, but under Nietzsche's transformation, the original land turned into a whirlpool like quicksand, making every step he took only more difficult than the last one.

Nagini returned to Voldemort, but only with her head.

"It's impossible...my soul..." He pointed his wand at Nietzsche in front of him angrily.

But what's the use? Voldemort is at the end of his rope.

"Give up, Tom." Dumbledore's calm voice passed through the grass of the entire Hogwarts Castle, "You have lost. From the moment you impatiently wanted to regain your dignity from me, you will Already lost."

"No...kill them, I want you to kill them!"

The scene was very quiet, and no followers would respond to Voldemort's orders.

It's not that they surrendered, because Voldemort slightly moved his eyes away from Nagini's snake head and could see any Death Eaters around him.

In the explosion caused by the Elder Wand, except for a few people protected by Nietzsche, all the other followers died in the green light. The giants also fell in a pool of blood, with various stone objects stuck in their chests or heads. weapon.

The stormtroopers who were still alive had already begun to clear the battlefield, dealing last-ditch blows to the minions that were still alive.

"This is impossible... Is the prophecy right? Wrong? Haha... I will not lose. Since Potter in the prophecy will not die, then I will not die either! Hahaha!" Voldemort shouted crazily. A shrill laugh.

The principal led the four deans across the lawn and walked behind Nietzsche, becoming his strongest support.

Dumbledore threw a crown-shaped object to the ground and said gently: "This is the Horcrux you hide in the school---Ravenclaw's crown. If I don't have similarities with you, maybe forever." Unexpectedly.”

"I have nothing like you!" Voldemort arched his back, like a wild wolf ready to tear the opponent into pieces at any time.

"Loneliness." Dumbledore ignored him and continued, "I once had a place where I could put down my burdens alone, without being disturbed, such as the Room of Requirement... I think you must have met Ariana."

Voldemort's face began to twitch, and his hand holding the Elder Wand began to twitch.

When he saw Dumbledore's healthy look and complexion with his own eyes, he realized that he had been set up in a game---he had already fallen into the trap from the very beginning when Nietzsche asked Peter Pettigrew to deliver false news.

That's the thing, whether you're going up against Sherlock Holmes or Moriarty, you never know if what you're seeing or hearing is true.

"The Elder Wand is fake..." Voldemort gritted his teeth and looked at Dumbledore and the indifferent Snape with hatred.

"On the contrary, the Elder Wand is real, but the fact that you defeated me is false." Dumbledore looked at the other party with a look of great pity, "Tom, when will you understand that the most important thing in the prophecy is the person?" , rather than things.”

Voldemort used his other hand to pull out his wand, his expression sometimes showing pain and sometimes confusion.

He never owned the Elder Wand, nor did he steal the power of the previous owner, because Grindelwald never defeated Dumbledore, and naturally Voldemort, who defeated Grindelwald, could not control the wand.

"You are not its owner, you will only be repelled." Dumbledore said calmly.

"I defeat you! I understand...you want to take something from me again." His voice trembled with malice, "I will not lose to you again, Dumbledore, don't try to take it from me. Anything! Ava..."

But the four deans could no longer restrain themselves, and four magic wands stretched out from both sides of Nietzsche's shoulders.

"The divine edge is invisible." "Shattered to pieces!" "Torn into pieces." "Deformed and tortured."

A golden-red morning light burst out over the magic barrier covering Hogwarts Castle, reflecting fiery red, blue and golden colors on Nietzsche's helmet. He seemed to hear Dumbledore's faint lament.

Under the sunshine of hope, the regrets and anger accumulated for countless years turned into ashes and drifted away from everyone's hearts.

The sun was rising over Hogwarts, and golden hope shone on everyone who was laughing from the dome of the Great Hall. They roared in victory, causing the entire castle to erupt into an uproar.

People kissed and sang to their heart's content, expressing their sorrow and joy in front of the delicacies that the house elves hurriedly made.

Harry was lifted above his head by the people of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, and was passed on by everyone, because it was he who cut off Nagini's snake head with the sword of Gryffindor, and it was he, the savior, who defeated Voldemort.

But is this really the case?

Harry knew very well what he meant to Gryffindor, so he was not willing to break the praises of George and Fred. However, when he was thrown into the air by everyone, he was thinking in his heart: 'Why did Nietzsche let me take away the honor? ? ’

Only Hermione knows about this problem - because Harry has the 'savior' in him.

This title is enough to cover up Nietzsche's efforts, and it will not deify Harry too much. Coupled with the prophecies circulating in the market, people will automatically rationalize all the actions of the 'savior'.

Hermione silently walked out of the auditorium. Of course she was happy, and she couldn't suppress it even though she was tired.

However, she was not happy because of the war that she was sure to win, but because Nietzsche, the dead ghost, could finally rest for a while.

Hermione quietly closed the door of the auditorium with great relief, stepped on the broken glass on the ground, and walked to the door of the principal's office.

"Can I come in? Granger," she asked politely.

"Whatever." The gargoyle grunted, "Before the new principal is established, the principal's office does not require a password."

Wait a minute, did it just say something extraordinary?

She climbed up the spiral stone staircase that rose automatically and pushed open the unlocked golden oak door.

The previous principals on the surrounding walls clapped their hands to celebrate. Principal Delis Derwent wiped away the tears with a handkerchief and ran from Hogwarts to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to convey the news of the victory to other wizards.

She passed through several Roman decorative columns, turned a corner, and saw the bed placed in the corner of the principal's office.

Lying on the bed was a drowsy Marvolo Sisyphus, whose brain had not yet turned around. His head was shaken like a rattle by Nietzsche. Hermione almost didn't recognize who it was. patient.

"How did you survive?" Nietzsche hurriedly asked what happened last night.

"Grindelwald gave me the Resurrection Stone." Marvolo yawned and pointed at the ring placed next to the Sorting Hat. "He figured out the relationship between the soul and the Resurrection Stone, and allowed me to learn from Voldemort's soul. The machine breaks away and becomes a new individual.”

"Be more specific!" Nietzsche shouted into his ear.

He didn't notice Hermione behind him at all, nor did he notice Marvolo's cunning gloating.

Suddenly, Nietzsche felt a sharp pain in his earlobe. He knew who had come in now without looking back. The only person who could walk up behind him silently and like to pinch his ears and waist could only be his girlfriend.

Oh~ More strictly speaking, she should be the quasi-mrs. After all, the war within Britain has completely come to an end.

"Are you done with your work now?" Hermione regained her strength and gently rubbed his earlobe and asked.

Nietzsche's brain began to spin rapidly, and he quickly realized that although this was a rhetorical question, it was semantically an affirmative sentence, and it was an 'affirmation' that could not be rejected.

"Of course~" He raised his head, leaned back, and rested the back of his head on the girl's elastic belly.

"Now that you're done, shouldn't you share some work with your wife?" Hermione said with squinted eyes.

"Yes! Sir!" Nietzsche blinked. The moment he saw her, the fatigue after the war immediately disappeared, so he said with a playful smile, "If you are willing, I can serve you all night!"

"I hope you will do what you say~~"

Marvolo slid down the bedside and covered his face with a pillow, as if he wanted to smother himself to death rather than hear their flirting.

After a while, he threw the velvet pillow aside and looked at the ceiling blankly.

Now he has completely become a person, but after reaching this point, he found that he was not as happy as he imagined. Instead, he fell into a long period of thinking about the future, such as how to get along with those classmates in the future...?

And they are Gryffindors, tsk.

At this time, Dumbledore returned from the Great Hall to the Great Hall, and the old headmaster looked at Marvolo with infinite love and admiration.

"How does it feel to be a person?"

His wording was very rigorous, which could directly separate Marvolo Sisyphus's "resurrection" from the past, as if to say: Hey, you are not reborn, because you were just suffering in hell before.

Hermione and Nietzsche, who were still making a fuss, suddenly became serious after hearing the headmaster's voice. They cleared their throats and pretended to be indifferent.

"I don't understand, Dumbledore," Marvolo said, "Why didn't I die? I remember I went to a place like... a ghost station."

"I'm afraid I can't explain the station issue, after all, I'm still alive. As for your soul coming back, it's probably because of the chain reaction between Harry's magic and the Resurrection Stone." Dumbledore said gently.

"Love?"

At this confusing answer, Marvolo frowned habitually.

Dumbledore shook his head and explained carefully: "Harry was by your side at the time. His magic protected your consciousness through the blood connection between you, so Voldemort's killing curse could not completely kill you."

"And Gellert was surprised to find that the Resurrection Stone was actually a cage for the wearer. It imprisoned your broken soul and did not let it leave your body..."

"But his soul itself is Voldemort's." Hermione said puzzled.

Since Harry's blood magic protected Marvolo, didn't it essentially protect Voldemort?

"I think only Marvolo can answer this question." Dumbledore said with a smile, "The soul is a complex thing that integrates consciousness and will, but I am sure that Voldemort killed his own part."

The three of them fell into silence. They never got a complete answer to the topic of the soul.

Hermione suddenly thought of what she heard when she came in. When she saw the headmaster wearing a simple wizard robe instead of the luxurious violet wizard robe she usually wore, she was more certain of her inner guess.

"Headmaster, where are you going next?" she asked reluctantly.

"Silly boy, where else can I go? Where can my old bones run to? I missed a lot of things when I was young, but I am glad that you didn't repeat the mistakes of me and Gellert." Dumbledore winked at the two and teased.

Nietzsche lowered his head and counted how many wooden cracks there were on the floor, while Hermione blushed and admired the chandelier on the ceiling.

But Nietzsche knew where the headmaster would go after retirement. Most likely, he would go back to his hometown in Godric's Hollow with Gellert, move two rattan chairs and sit in front of Ariana's tombstone to take a nap.

"Oh~ I suddenly remembered what Minerva asked me to bring." Dumbledore broke the silence, he looked at Nietzsche and said, "About your graduation later."

"Didn't I finish the exam?" Nietzsche felt an ominous premonition.

"But you know, Minerva has always been very strict, and I have retired, so... you have to serve as her assistant at Hogwarts for a year until you graduate with Miss Granger."

This is great!

This is so annoying...

The former is Hermione's excitement, and the latter is Nietzsche's wailing.

Well, even Principal McGonagall is helping. Obviously, Nietzsche may suffer both physically and mentally in the next year: he has to help the headmaster with official duties, and help Hermione deal with the government affairs of the Ministry of Magic, and he can't run!

Isn't this kind of life his uncle's daily work? Don't do this!

"I won't become as fat as Mycroft in the future, will I?" Nietzsche shuddered.

"Don't worry, dear~" Hermione whispered in his ear, "I will supervise your daily--exercise."

"No!!!"

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Alas, this book has finally been completed with a million words.

How to say it? The results completely exceeded Fox's expectations, but Fox is not so satisfied with what he wrote.

To be honest, I have always been a meticulous party. Even if it is a second creation, I will look up the information and make a second creation without destroying the original magic system, such as the materials of the "Full Moon Potion" for curing werewolves and the magic of love.

(Because Rowling's HP universe has clear runic literature, that is, rune semiotics, so Fox will rely on ancient magic to runes, and the scar on Potter's forehead is the same