Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The tall knight statues that were originally used for decoration in the hall all stared at Bain at the door.

"We have no ill intentions!" Bain quickly stepped back and explained under great pressure, "They were attacked by dark wizards on the way back from the Forbidden Forest... We promised Headmaster Dumbledore!"

The stone knights did not respond, but just leaned on their giant swords and halberds, looking down at them like gods.

"I hope so." Professor McGonagall pulled Nietzsche and Hermione over and looked at their faces.

Especially Hermione Granger, her injuries were the most serious. Through the breath emitted by magic, McGonagall could feel the kind of heart-pounding curse and hatred.

Cruciatus Curse... She picked up Hermione with heartache and immediately sent her to the school infirmary.

Nietzsche slept very uncomfortably. He could always hear some kind of mumbling echoing in the deepest part of his consciousness, which contained his disgust and hatred... Some were for certain rules, and some were for wizards themselves.

The first thing he did after waking up was to open the curtains around him... but he only saw Neville eating bubble gum.

"Where's Hermione?" Nietzsche put up his pillow and sat up.

"She was transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts. Don't worry. The medical level there is better than..." Neville lowered his voice, "much better than Madam Pomfrey, and specializes in treating dark magic."

"Oh..." Nietzsche sighed disappointedly.

It should be class time now. The corridor is quiet. There are occasional footsteps passing by. Nietzsche guessed that those were students who skipped classes.

He touched his sleeves and bedside table. They were very clean. It seemed that his wand was gone.

Neville didn't know what to say, so he scratched his face awkwardly, took out a piece of magic bubble gum from his arms, and threw it on Nietzsche's bed. There was still some reluctance in his eyes, as if it was a very precious treasure.

When his forgetting ball was taken away by Malfoy, he didn't have such a look.

"I went to see my mother at Christmas, and she bought a lot of bubble gum... My grandma doesn't allow me to eat these, but my mom said that eating some when I'm unhappy is very relaxing." Neville said with a simple smile.

"Your parents were also tortured by the mysterious man with the Cruciatus Curse... Sorry." Nietzsche remembered Voldemort's ridicule.

"Ah, I heard that they were tortured crazy by a Death Eater under that man, a long time ago... But it doesn't matter, although my mother doesn't remember me, she still likes me very much."

Neville blew a bubble and said the cruelest fact in the most cheerful tone.

Because of resisting the mysterious man, his parents were tortured to the point of forgetting many things, even forgetting their own son.

"Sorry, I didn't know what happened at that time, and suddenly..." Neville didn't know how to describe himself last night. At that time, his mind was blank and full of those tragic memories.

"It doesn't matter." Nietzsche shook his head and didn't blame him.

"But I just don't know why, I forgot what I was doing... I... Ron could have gone to help you."

"And one more person lying there?" Nietzsche blew a bubble, then waved his hand and closed the curtain again, "I'll sleep a little longer, if Hermione comes back, call me."

Neville was stunned, he opened his mouth, and finally chose not to continue blaming himself.

"By the way, I saw Dumbledore took your wand away, saying... your wand had changed a little."

"I see, you should take a rest too." Nietzsche buried his head with a pillow.

Volume 1: Chapter 70 A Day Trip to St. Mungo's

Nietzsche waited until Madam Pomfrey went to prepare the potion, and secretly left the school infirmary holding the note that the headmaster had placed on the bedside table.

"Licorice wand~" According to the command on the note, he walked into the corridor behind the stone beast.

On Dumbledore's desk, there was only a lonely wand placed in the middle.

It looked no different from the outside - black walnut, fourteen inches, with unicorn hair, made by Ollivander, nothing special, its owner was Nietzsche Holmes.

"You just came?" Dumbledore looked at the student who came in and sighed, "If Madam Pomfrey knew you left without permission, you can't say I asked you to come..."

"It's almost healed." Nietzsche looked around and found that the Mirror of Erised was gone.

In fact, he was very uneasy in his heart. After all, the headmaster suddenly took his wand away, which meant that he had discovered something, that is, Headmaster Dumbledore might have known about the Unforgivable Curse.

Nietzsche sat down calmly, looking for some excuses in his heart.

"The core of your wand has changed a little bit?" Dumbledore returned the thing to him and said calmly.

Looking from the tip of the wand, he found that the white unicorn hair inside was gone.

No, Nietzsche took the wand and tested it with the Illuminating Charm, and found that the wand core was still there. After a closer look, he found that the unicorn hair had just turned black... as black as the Thestrals.

"Maybe it's just the color that has changed..." Nietzsche said.

"I asked Ollivander, and since he started using unicorn hair as the wand core, he has never encountered such a situation... Of course, many times the wand core just broke, but that was not a change that occurred on its own."

And Nietzsche's wand turned out to have such a black 'core'.

Dumbledore's blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses could not help but feel a little worried and scared. He took out his clearly articulated wand and waved it, and then the tip of Nietzsche's wand emitted a dark red light. light.

"The pre-flashback curse is usually used by the Ministry of Magic to detect spells that have been used recently by suspects." Dumbledore introduced.

"Then am I being interrogated now?" Nietzsche's eyes did not dodge, "As a prisoner."

"Of course not, child... I can believe that you have reasons for doing this, but... I just don't want you to be exposed to the Unforgivable Curse too early. Voldemort's grasp of people's hearts is always so negative. This is his weakness. "

Dumbledore had already learned the story from Neville.

Voldemort wanted to kill Harry, and they stopped him... It sounds simple, but Dumbledore knew Voldemort's thoughts very well, and it was impossible for the other party to turn his finger on Harry so early before achieving his final goal.

As for the light displayed on Nietzsche's wand, the principal did not say much.

"He thought I would be wary of you. Of course... it's possible, but I thought you had good intentions at the time, so you don't have to worry about being summoned by the Ministry of Magic."

Nietzsche raised his eyebrows and put the wand away in his sleeve.

"So will this wand core have any unique impact?" He jumped the topic and diverted it away from himself.

"I don't know. If you don't feel comfortable with it in the future, just change it." The principal said, "Do you think I have studied wand science very deeply?"

Dumbledore curled his lips, walked to the stove, grabbed a handful of sparkling powder from the jar in the groove of the wall, and sprinkled it on the ignited flames. The stove instantly burst into a grass-green, twisting fire.

Then he raised his fingers and motioned for Nietzsche to come over.

"If you plan to visit Miss Granger, we can go to St. Mungo's Hospital via Floo...Thank you to Principal Delise, thanks to her, we have a secret passage." The principal grabbed Nietzsche's arm.

What does this mean? Isn't Hogwarts' Floo Network under the control of the Ministry of Magic's Transport Authority?

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche was dragged into the flames without having time to think.

Although there was no burning pain like I imagined, every breath I took would make me choke on the ashes and cough. It was like an emerald green curtain was blocking my eyes, making everything I could see blurry.

When Nietzsche came out again, it was as if he had just rolled in a furnace filled with charcoal.

Nietzsche looked around habitually.

It looks like a large cake shop, where many wizards buy gorgeously packaged gifts and desserts. Above is a transparent glass top, and in the center is a huge portrait.

That young witch is none other than the principal of Hogwarts, Delise Devont.

"This is St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic. All injured wizards, Muggles and seriously injured students will be sent here." Dumbledore led him towards the corridor.

Nietzsche looked out the window and found that this seemed to be the outskirts of London.

Outside there was a parking lot full of cars and a billboard that said 'Taotao Department Store'.

"This used to be a red brick building." Nietzsche had been here before and was a little surprised.

"This building was bought by St. Mungo's a long time ago. No one cares about how Muggles do business here, because the wizards only like it because it's big and clean."

It can be seen from the sign that they are now on the sixth floor, which is a tea room specially used for resting and buying gifts.

The Object Accident Department on the first floor, the Biological Accident Department on the second floor, the Strange Bacteria Infection Department on the third floor, the Plant Poisoning Department and the Curse Injury Department on the fourth and fifth floors respectively.

So Headmaster Dumbledore just went down one level.

This place is responsible for treating black magic, and sometimes it also treats accidents caused by wizards who chant wrong spells. There is a locked door at the front of the corridor, and those sharp screams and cries come from there.

Therapists, wearing green uniforms and robes, moved around the wards.

"Is that a spiritually injured wizard over there?" Nietzsche felt strange.

Some of the wizards at the other end of the white corridor were banging on the locked door, while others were lowering their heads and talking to themselves.

But Nietzsche soon caught a glimpse of a wizard couple who was different from the others. They were just sitting quietly on a chair in the corridor. The two of them were holding hands and laughing at the weird wizards around them.

"Forever," Dumbledore added.

Fortunately, Principal Dumbledore, who was leading the way, did not go behind the door, but entered the middle ward.

There were four beds in the room. Nietzsche immediately saw Hermione lying by the window. After he walked up quickly, he didn't know what to do and could only stand dryly next to the girl.

"The therapist here was shocked when Miss Granger was sent here by Professor McGonagall..." Dumbledore said softly.

The Cruciatus Curse is one of the most hated curses among healers.

Since this curse was invented, countless people have been sent here. Therefore, as long as a wizard uses the Cruciatus Curse to torture or kill people, regardless of the reason, he will be classified as a criminal.

"Voldemort..." Nietzsche looked at Hermione's peaceful face, and hatred and hatred began to grow in his heart.

"I suddenly remembered what Ollivander said about wands - unicorn hair wands are very loyal and recognize their masters." Dumbledore lowered the curtains around him, "So Miss Granger didn't suffer much damage."

But even with the layers of attenuation, the Unforgivable Curse cast by Voldemort himself was still not something the little wizard could resist.

It's hard to imagine that Hermione would rather hold back her sobs than give in to Voldemort...Maybe she would never bow her head, even if this was just Voldemort's way of letting Nietzsche experience hatred directly.

"Are you saying that Quirrell's wand is resisting?" Nietzsche grasped the point.

"But I prefer Quirrell to resist." Dumbledore said, "The wand chooses the wizard, it has never been just a saying. If Quirrell really surrendered to Voldemort, then Miss Granger would probably be behind that door."

In Dumbledore's mouth, Voldemort always likes to define everything with direct power.

I am stronger than you, so you will not resist, and even if you resist, it will be useless... Voldemort has absolute confidence in his power.

Nietzsche did not respond.

"Ha!!"

Just as Nietzsche was thinking, Hermione, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, suddenly grabbed his arm.

He was startled and bumped to the side, holding his chest with his other hand. Even Dumbledore, who was standing at the end of the bed, seemed very surprised. When he came to his senses, he found the cunning and complacency in Hermione's eyes.

"Do you think I can't wake up and be sent to the 'permanent mental ward'?" Hermione looked at Nietzsche's angry look, patted the quilt on the edge of the bed and laughed.

"It doesn't matter, I will take the Grangers to visit you there occasionally." Nietzsche shook her hand away.

"If you are careful, you can find that I have been squinting my eyes slightly just now... Tsk tsk, great detective?"

Hermione seemed to have forgotten the voice of Headmaster Dumbledore just now. Obviously, her attention has been focused on Nietzsche, just to wait for the opportunity just now.

Dumbledore stood at the end of the bed, watching the two people blaming each other.

Suddenly, he felt a little redundant...

Volume 1: Chapter 71 The Peace of Exam Week

After returning from St. Mungo's, Dumbledore was still scolded by Madam Pomfrey.

It was Neville who said that after discovering that Nietzsche, who was supposed to be recuperating, was missing, Madam Pomfrey immediately asked Neville, and learned from here that Dumbledore had been here...

It's hard to imagine that a headmaster actually lowered his head and listened carefully to the duties of the faculty and staff.

"She's gone..." Nietzsche saw that Dumbledore was still standing there in a daze after Madam Pomfrey left, so he pulled his clothes.

"Oh... Oh? Ah... Then you go back and rest."

Looking at this, you know that Dumbledore was wandering just now. Is this a common skill?

While Hermione still needs to recuperate in the hospital for about two weeks, some young wizards soon discovered the clues---Nietzsche has been reading alone in the library recently, and occasionally talking to Potter and others.

So some anti-pure-blood Slytherins couldn't help but worry.

"Did he have a conflict with Granger... You know, the kind between lovers, I've seen it in the movies." Theodore and his friends gossiped quietly.

What should we do~

Now that the final exams are getting closer and closer, the entire study group is in chaos without Hermione.

They can't do it like Hermione Granger, who divides each subject into study plans, including which books to read and possible exam questions... No, without Granger, they can't even find the direction.

"Impossible?" Lavender immediately covered the book after hearing the topic discussed by several people.

Reading is not as interesting as gossiping.

"She didn't even go back to the dormitory, and she wasn't in class... I heard she was in St. Mungo's Hospital." Parvati also didn't believe the so-called conflict.

This pair of people who knew each other from Muggle school, she was sure, Merlin's arrival would not work, she said!

"St. Mungo's?" Hubble slammed the table heavily, and his voice became louder. "Is it those Slytherins who are causing trouble again? Those little snakes... rats in the gutter!"