Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The Ministry of Magic certainly wouldn't be so casual---Nietzsche was thinking in his mind.

"Unfortunately, this is related to his past criminal record. The Ministry of Magic urgently needs a scapegoat." Dumbledore leaned forward slightly and looked at them and said.

But this was within Nietzsche's expectations.

If Lucius wanted to bring down Dumbledore, he would definitely start with the people around him. He first directed a "Chamber of Secrets Attack Case" and then used the attacked Muggle students as a means of attack.

"The first time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, was it related to Hagrid?" Nietzsche quickly guessed the answer.

"That's right..." Dumbledore immediately added, "But it wasn't Hagrid who opened it. He was framed and will be taken away by the Ministry of Magic during the Christmas holiday, and Minerva won't be able to hold on for long."

Hermione was keenly aware that the attack would continue and continue until the students were sent home.

But once this was done, Hogwarts would return to a situation where no one was watching over it. Think about the worst---Lucius was elected by the school board and became the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"I have been discussing with Hagrid and the centaurs these days... because Hagrid is very afraid of going to Azkaban, and the centaurs don't want the Ministry of Magic to send a newcomer to the Forbidden Forest." said the headmaster.

"Fudge would rather believe a former Death Eater than you?" Hermione said disappointedly.

"In fact... he is not unwilling to believe, but afraid." Dumbledore sighed, "He always has a set of self-justification methods, called "balance", and Lucius can give him a sense of security."

Nietzsche knew what Lucius's motive was-the other party wanted to regain a foothold in the wizarding world and suppress the pro-Muggle faction headed by Dumbledore.

"What is Fudge's attitude towards the Muggle Protection Act?" he said.

"Because of the tough attitude of Muggles last year, he doesn't want to add unnecessary work to the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore explained, "But if Lucius wants to completely destroy this law, he will definitely discredit Arthur."

But how can the Chamber of Secrets attack be discredited to Arthur Weasley?

Oh, right, Polyjuice Potion... Hermione reacted almost instantly. It was obvious that the person Draco had turned into must be a Weasley. Then he could use the advantage of the right to speak to discredit him:

Look, Arthur Weasley, who wrote the Muggle Protection Act, was actually murdering Muggles, so there must be something wrong with this law!

"Principal, do you think Lucius would let his son do this?" Hermione had tried to express it as tactfully as possible.

"I'll keep an eye on it." Dumbledore looked at the wall clock, then waved his hand and said, "Okay, I haven't really left the school. If you need help, Hogwarts will not refuse you."

However, this was the last conversation before Christmas.

After the end of the first half of the semester, everyone rushed back to their homes without stopping. No Muggle or half-blood wizard was willing to stay in school. They stepped on the heavy snow and stayed away from the castle shrouded in fear.

And Harry certainly didn't need to say much. He didn't want to go back to the Dursleys, and planned to go to Hagrid to ask for some specifics.

Cedric, the headmaster, planned to stay in school and unconditionally assist the deans in their work.

This year's Christmas was as cold as usual, but Hermione could at least spend it with her parents... Unlike Nietzsche, he didn't know where he was when he woke up, he just felt as if his head was hit by a stick, it hurt badly.

He didn't spend Christmas Eve with the Watsons, to be precise, he refused.

"Merry Christmas." Quirrell was wrapped in a wool blanket and was tying a gift box on the back of the owl with a rope.

He just felt that his mouth was very dry, and then he poured some water from the teapot on the ground into his mouth, but it turned out to be hot whiskey, Nietzsche choked and sprayed the wine out like a shower.

"When I came back last night, I remember being... at home." He said incoherently.

"Yes, but then you said Sherlock went out to solve a case and you were bored at home alone." Quirinus threw a gift box at his feet, "and then you drank it by yourself."

Nietzsche had his back to the morning sun, but as soon as he turned over, he saw two guests on the sofa-one of them was Moriarty.

He subconsciously grabbed the wand, but the man with the beige hat was faster. He took out a beautifully crafted gun barrel of about 20 inches from his waist. It had no magazine and looked like a crude movie prop.

The only thing worth noting was that there were many strange runes and Latin words engraved on it:

'Impedimenta (obstacles)'

"Dear wizard." He leaned against the armrest of the sofa and said, "Is it too offensive?"

"Moran~" Moriarty cleared his throat, stood up and took a blanket and covered Nietzsche's shoulders, "Pay attention to your manners, we are guests now... Be careful not to catch a cold, child."

"Sorry, sir." Moran glanced at Quirrell by the windowsill and put down his weapon obediently.

Uninvited guest.

Wait a minute, Nietzsche felt that he was also a guest in this room.

He was not surprised by Moriarty's arrival. After all, he had been paying attention to him from the beginning, but he was very unsure about the other party's intention. Nietzsche held the wool blanket on his shoulders and hid his emotions.

"I asked the Prime Minister to invest in the cutting-edge weapons of the future." Moriarty introduced the boy thoughtfully.

"Humph... war treasure?" Nietzsche said, turning his head and looking behind him.

But Quirrell just nodded quietly, helped him sit on the sofa, and then snapped his fingers to clean up the stains on the floor, and then replaced the whiskey in the pot with black tea.

The whole situation is intriguing: Nietzsche and Moriarty sit opposite each other, and Moran and Quirrell stand opposite each other.

"I don't think I can get Professor Moriarty, who has just finished his lecture tour, to make a special trip." Nietzsche couldn't help but start to make various conjectures in his mind.

What's Hermione Granger's situation?

Is the purpose of the other party's visit to cooperate, or to warn Malfoy?

But the only thing worthy of certainty is that Moriarty is not here to find Quirrell. A qualified and conceited person like him will never resort to coquettish means to win over Quirrell after Quirrell refuses.

"I just need an attitude." Moriarty took a sip of tea and moistened his throat before saying, "About the relationship between wizards and Muggles... You know, I have always disliked those wizards, they are no different from goldfish. "

Nietzsche mentally rolled his eyes.

What a goldfish, Moriarty just felt that some wizards looked down on Muggles, which was equivalent to looking down on himself. That unusual arrogance was deeply engraved in all his actions.

It was as if Sherlock Holmes had hindered him for so long, and he never thought about killing him, just because of that special respect.

"If you mean some former Death Eater, that doesn't matter to me." Nietzsche said tiredly, sinking into the sofa.

Perhaps this answer satisfied Moriarty, because he laughed a few times.

"Do you know why I admire you more than Sherlock?" Moriarty said, "You understand those meaningful 'sacrifice' instead of staring at those rules and regulations all day long...Can't do this, can't do that "

Nietzsche just nodded perfunctorily and crossed his legs without any discipline.

"But at least I will not escalate the conflict by assassinating an innocent justice."

"Wrong~" Moriarty said righteously, "It's not innocent. In many worlds structured by power, you can't see the rituals of those people... They make a girl pregnant and claim it is a miracle. "

Although Nietzsche appeared listless, there was some wavering in his heart.

That kind of rift comes from his confusion about the world, because he is not as persistent in the truth as Sherlock, and everything in Moriarty's mouth becomes like two dogs at the door because of meat. And fight.

Nietzsche actually felt for a moment that some people would be better off dead.

"How do I know if you are lying..."

"Then you can ask your father. After all, the Temple Group entrusted him before." Moriarty forced out a kind smile, "Even if you don't think about it for yourself, you should think about it for your friends. Bar?"

Nietzsche glanced at the weird-looking gun in Moran's hand and murmured in his heart.

This is enough to prove the British government's attitude towards the war, and all Moriarty needs is his attitude... His attitude towards those wizards, more generally speaking, the professor wants him to have a clear position.

Muggle or wizard.

Judging from Moriarty's attitude alone, there is no reason for Nietzsche to deliberately contradict him. After all, who doesn't like to see the old world flowing into rivers of blood?

"Sir, the opera is about to begin." Moran lowered his body and whispered.

As the professor stood up to leave for lunch, Moran placed the gun on the table.

"Keep it, just think of it as my Christmas gift." Moriarty put on his black top hat, while Moran blocked his back.

Among the laws regarding the "Muggle Protection Act", it is clearly stated that wizards are not allowed to use magic in front of Muggles, let alone modify it privately, and this precious 'gift' is Muggles' preparation for war.

At the same time, it was Muggles who unilaterally broke the Muggle Protection Act.

"Is this your masterpiece?" Nietzsche watched as it was put into the box.

"Not just me, but also those machines!" Quirrell said excitedly, "In just one night, countless models can be produced... Fortunately, Muggles don't know magic. Without my magic, they can't Just a toy."

But Nietzsche felt differently.

Under industrialization, what kind of sparks will the mass-produced models create in the hands of wizards?

He finally understood a little bit of Moriarty's motivations: in a future that was bigger and more uncontrollable, just one semi-finished product was enough to update the entire police equipment, and even affect some doctrines.

But Nietzsche also ignored the darkest possibility - a bloodier and more one-sided war.

Volume 1: Chapter 109 Rita who only wants big news

In the dirty Leaky Cauldron, even during the Christmas holidays, wizards gather here.

Hannah directed the rag to wipe away the traces of foam remaining on the wooden table, and used a broom to sweep away the broken ice and snow that had been brought in from the door. At this time, she suddenly discovered a figure who was somewhat incompatible with the people around her.

The woman was arranging her golden wavy hair and looking at the door from time to time.

"Miss, would you like something to drink?" Hannah asked her.

"A glass of sherry with ice." The woman elegantly pushed up her jeweled glasses and suddenly changed her words, "By the way, add a glass of butterbeer..."

Hannah had never seen such a lady-like woman in the Leaky Cauldron. Most of the rich people like them went to the teahouse in Hogsmeade instead of enduring the pain of getting off work in Diagon Alley. And the noisy wizard.

But Hannah soon knew who she was waiting for.

I saw Nietzsche coming from Charing Cross Street and quickly found the appointed seat in the pub.

"Come here...Mr. Holmes, many publishers are interested in your biography." Rita looked at Nietzsche shrewdly and then said, "But I'm curious as to why you suddenly remembered Slater." Founder Lin.

This is of course very important, because Salazar Slytherin is almost equal to the patriarch of dark wizards in the wizarding world.

Few people are willing to touch this kind of bad luck, let alone, it is about Slytherin... Those graduating vipers, no one knows what they will become, if they are remembered, it will be over.

"Ms. Skeeter, the founder of Slytherin was not the despicable Herbo, at this point, I need everyone to know." Nietzsche said calmly.

When he took the hot butterbeer, he found Hannah Abbott, who was acting as a waiter, and was a little surprised.

"Are you referring to the fact of dark wizards?" Rita took out a shorthand quill from her arms and automatically wrote something in a small notebook, "Sorry... after all, there are some things that even many Slytherins think so. ..."

But the notebook was held upright by Rita, and Nietzsche could only see the drab cover.

The other party seemed to be just making a simple record. As someone who worked in a publishing house, he was very tricky in asking questions and hit the nail on the head, which saved Nietzsche a lot of polite words.

"What facts?" Nietzsche asked.

"Well..." Rita looked at him carefully and continued after finding that he didn't have any anger. "It's just a dark wizard, insidious, cunning and so on. It seems that you are eager to kill Slytherin." Whitewash."

The adjectives she mentioned were the wizarding world's first impression of Slytherin.

But Nietzsche gave her a completely different feeling, as if he hated the former Slytherin.

"Whitewashing? Sorry, I never thought about it that way. I only care about wizards who don't need to be whitewashed." Nietzsche denied her point of view.

The quill wrote things about 'Chamber of Secrets', 'Heir of Slytherin' and 'Dumbledore' back and forth on the paper, and now a new name was added.

Rita's shorthand quill suddenly stopped, then she closed the notebook with one hand and used her fingers covered with bright red nail polish to comb her curly hair impatiently.

Finally, she brought the topic back to books.

"How about Flourish and Blott Bookstore?" Rita changed her style and became a merchant again. "In fact... the biography should be published in an academic journal first, but I personally think that only the bookstore in Diagon Alley will accept it. "

"Is it because of Lockhart's recommendation?" Nietzsche asked.

"No, it has nothing to do with him, it's just... From an academic point of view, you will be scolded to death by those old guys who are engaged in the history of magic."

Of course, Nietzsche wrote Salazar Slytherin as a person who was full of ideals and wanted to bring his 'light' beyond other wizards. How could this be possible? It was not in line with their 'research' on Salazar.

Even though Nietzsche wrote Professor Binns' name on the cover, it still didn't work.

What right does an old ghost who can only move around in Hogwarts have any say?

"But the main problem now is..." Rita took a sip of sherry, feeling the sweet and sour grapes filling her mouth, and carefully rubbing her hands together, looking very embarrassed.

Nietzsche still doesn’t understand what’s going on?

"As for the money issue, you don't have to worry, just tell me the number."

"Five hundred gold galleons~"

"Pfft...ahem!"

Because of her large opening, Nietzsche choked on butterbeer for a long time and got some yellow foam on her nose.

You must know that the purchasing power of gold Galleons in the magic world is enough for ordinary wizards to use for a year. After all, wizards' things often do not need to be replaced several times a year, and there is no need to worry about food shortages.

The last thing wizards need to worry about is food. They have ten thousand ways to ripen animals and plants.

"I'm not just talking about the production of finished books, but also the promotion...the placement on the shelves..." Rita clutched her chest and sighed, "This is not just about just writing it out. There are many ways to do it. "

She has no money recently and can't find anything worth selling, otherwise she wouldn't bother with it.

After seeing Nietzsche grit his teeth and agree, Rita Skeeter relaxed. She was always worried that the other party would give up because of the price. After all, he was just a student.