Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I always thought you were special, but now I understand... Potter, in the end, you are only alive because of good luck. It was because of your mother back then, and it is because of others now."

Riddle's words deeply hurt Harry Potter.

Just as Harry was desperately suppressing his anger, Nietzsche stood up. He had no respect for the headmaster's authority, nor fear of Voldemort.

"Don't go off topic. The reason I want you to be alive is that you only need to identify Malfoy..." Nietzsche stepped forward and slowly walked closer, "You are not a Voldemort, but just a piece of evidence."

"Who do you think you are talking to!" Riddle said with gritted teeth.

"Voldemort, dead; evidence, alive... It's that simple." He stood in front of the other party, looking down from above.

In Nietzsche's eyes, there is no room for sand.

Even Riddle, don't think of making a comeback.

But when Nietzsche turned the topic back, Dumbledore sat down tiredly. He rubbed his crooked nose, stared at Riddle who was trying not to reply for a while, and then closed his eyes slightly.

"It's not that I don't want Malfoy to be punished, but the risk." The headmaster whispered, "A little bit of storm is enough to destroy the magic world-whether it is the magic world's disgust with pure blood or Voldemort's rebirth."

"If this Voldemort dies, won't the Voldemort outside be resurrected?" Nietzsche questioned.

"Yes, so we need to condense all possible forces, rather than let the magic world fall into war in advance..."

Just as Snape said, they didn't know if there were any more such Horcruxes.

As long as there is one, Voldemort will not die, and if he doesn't die, it means that he will eventually be resurrected, it's just a matter of time. Voldemort can even wait until their generation dies of old age before continuing to stir up trouble.

"Listen to me, kid, the Malfoy family and other families are not on the same front as Voldemort. They are more afraid of being liquidated." Dumbledore's words were a little conservative.

If some wizards overthrow the Ministry of Magic and change the Minister of Magic, they will only send some neutral and pure-bloods to Voldemort.

And this is something Nietzsche cannot understand.

Dumbledore naively thought that those pure-bloods opposed Voldemort because they were afraid of him... No, he was confused. Even if they were afraid, there were different reasons:

Muggles and half-blood wizards were afraid of Voldemort because they did not agree with his ideas and cruelty;

Pure-bloods were afraid of Voldemort because this weapon was out of control.

"It is Malfoy who needs Voldemort, not Voldemort who needs them!" Nietzsche argued, "If you are just worried that Riddle will find a chance to resurrect, then I will find a way, which is very simple for Lockhart."

Lockhart was still deliberately keeping the mud and dust on his body, telling the students in the hall about his cleverness.

He was talking about how he made the Dark Lord furious and saved Ginny, and suddenly sneezed... It's really strange, it's obviously spring.

These words made Riddle nod with satisfaction.

It was exactly what he wanted - he was strong and ambitious, and he never needed the flattery of those people.

"If someone had understood me back then..."

"You, shut up." Nietzsche didn't give him any face.

Riddle zipped his mouth. He could wait, so he left time for them and watched the show slowly. He didn't want to miss Dumbledore's frustrated look.

Nietzsche's words hit the bull's eye.

Coupled with Riddle's attitude, Dumbledore began to hesitate.

"But isn't he a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?" Harry thought of what the other party had said.

"As far as I know, he is a half-blood himself." Dumbledore gradually put down the diary, "When I first met Riddle, I was still in a Muggle orphanage."

"Think about it, what will a talented Slytherin student encounter in the college?" Hermione couldn't help but interrupt, "Winning people's hearts, showing goodwill, opportunities for speculation everywhere."

By the way, Voldemort was not born like this.

What made him reach this title step by step?

"Why would a half-blood abandon his Muggle part?" Nietzsche said, "It's nothing more than the treatment and upbringing, as well as the brainwashing of the pure-blood concept, which gave Riddle the sense of belonging that pure-bloods need."

Dumbledore thought carefully through Nietzsche's logic.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt... it seemed to be the case - Riddle never felt that he had done anything wrong, he almost praised the side of his wizard bloodline.

"Seal the tongue and lock the throat~" Hermione pointed her wand.

Riddle on the other side didn't think he was brainwashed. He just wanted to interrupt, but his tongue stuck to his upper palate.

"If all this is what pure-bloods need, then..." Dumbledore ignored his whimpering and continued, "Okay, give me some time. In addition, what are you going to do about the diary."

Since the headmaster would ask about the way to deal with it, Nietzsche knew it was almost done.

At this time, he had to push Lockhart out.

"A hint, or a confusion of Riddle's memory." Nietzsche shrugged and said easily, "Voldemort has abandoned the Muggle part of himself, and this is an opportunity for us."

If this diary is just a simple Horcrux without any memory, then Lucius would not have any contact with him, and naturally he would not know that he could open the Chamber of Secrets.

And they naturally could not do anything to an unconscious soul container.

It is really ironic that Riddle claimed to be Voldemort's past, but it was Voldemort's most humiliating past.

Thinking of this, Nietzsche's eyes became a little more pitiful.

Hermione quietly lifted the other party's spell. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to see Riddle's reaction.

"This is impossible!" As she expected, Riddle screamed immediately, "I... I am one with him, I am Voldemort's past! This memory is what I decided to keep back then, in order to guide another person to complete a noble cause!"

For what?

Did Voldemort predict this day more than 50 years ago, predicting that Lucius would use him to open the Chamber of Secrets?

Since Voldemort was guiding others, why did he give the diary to Lucius's father for safekeeping? No, Riddle's existence was just Voldemort's way of preserving the "perfection" in his heart.

"Sad, Riddle... So sad, maybe you are just a half-blood, a Muggle whose memory was wiped out."

"Your existence is for Voldemort's own resurrection, and guiding others to complete Salazar's cause... Maybe that's just an excuse you created to deceive yourself, a retrospective memory."

Nietzsche moved his face closer and began to admire his twisted and hideous face.

It was so wonderful, he couldn't help but look at Riddle a few more times when he thought of Voldemort's pride last year.

"You mud..."

"Seal the tongue and lock the throat~" Hermione saw that he was getting hot, and immediately launched the silencing spell.

"Thank you." Nietzsche said in surprise.

"You're welcome."

Finally, the frustrated Tom Riddle disappeared on the chair and went back into the diary. He just wanted to be quiet in the spiritual world for a while, not thinking about such things that subverted his worldview.

The meaning of his existence... what is it for...

Volume 1: Chapter 127 Lockhart is forced to stand on the same side

(Hmm? Fox just found out that there was only one update yesterday... Then I went to the draft box and found that there was still one chapter that had not been sent out. The reason was... Fox clicked the wrong button...)

"Ginny's life was hanging by a thread at that time, and no one could save her. You can ask Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Those professors don't know what that kind of black magic is, but I know!"

"I played that mysterious murderer in the palm of my hand. Look. This is my best forgetfulness spell."

As soon as Nietzsche and Hermione walked into the hall, they heard Lockhart sitting on the steps in front of the guest of honor, talking about how he caught the weakness of the Dark Lord in the Chamber of Secrets.

He waved his hands and talked for dozens of minutes without stopping.

"What about the basilisk?" asked a little eagle from Ravenclaw, "How did you deal with the basilisk?"

"That's not my responsibility, understand." Lockhart evaded lightly, "At that time, your dean was still creating opportunities for me, because my target has always been the young Dark Lord..."

It was as if the person lying on the ground pretending to be dead at that time was not him.

Professor Flitwick, who had become a background board, was so angry that his hands were shaking, and he wanted to throw the fork in his hand at the back of his head.

Hermione's face was livid, and she quietly touched behind him.

"Really? It seems that the great Professor Lockhart is very good at this kind of thing, but this matter is not over yet, because we need you to take over the Dark Lord." The girl said suddenly beside his ear in a shrill voice.

Lockhart's smile and movements froze instantly, as if he was hit by a barrier spell.

After a long time, he slowly turned his head and saw the unhappy Hermione and the smiling Nietzsche. He was in a dilemma and couldn't say anything in front of everyone, so he could only agree.

"This... this is totally fine..." He wiped the sweat with his dirty sleeve, leaving a gray streak on his forehead.

"One-on-one." Hermione added.

"Ah!" Lockhart yelled, as if his butt was on fire, and suddenly jumped up from the steps, "I won't talk to you about this, I'll go to the principal to prepare... By the way, remember to reserve my new book!"

As he walked to the door of the auditorium, he told everyone a 'good' news.

But those little wizards would never let him go, this was news about the mysterious man, and they had only heard about this from their parents.

Ernie ignored the dust on it, pulled his robe, and shouted with his neck stiff: "Don't go, how can this matter be related to the mysterious man, you haven't explained it clearly... How can he be lurking in the school all the time?"

Lockhart didn't dare to say anything more, so he looked at Nietzsche.

But the latter thought this was a good time, he didn't think there was anything wrong with letting these people know about Voldemort's existence, so he nodded calmly.

"This is Ginny being controlled, understand?" Lockhart described it briefly, "Lucius Malfoy planted something on Weasley, and the Dark Lord's soul and memory were on it."

Many people took a deep breath.

Suddenly, there were several sounds of broken glass on the dining table. It was George and Fred, their eyes were red.

Ron, who was standing by, was very confused. He stood up from Harry Potter and stared.

"Draco, that bastard, has been pretending to be me to get close to Ginny?!" He roared, "I said why you always say that I have a bad memory and can't even remember the access control password... Where is Draco!"

Dean Thomas and Seamus pulled his arms, and they almost fell to the ground because of Ron's struggle.

This is big news. The little wizards on the side were attracted by the sound of the Gryffindor table. Taking this opportunity, Lockhart quickly squeezed out the onlookers and curious wizards and walked out of the hall.

But by chance, Lockhart, who had just left the crowd, met one of the people he least wanted to see at the moment-Lucius Malfoy.

He was accompanied by his son Draco and the servant Dobby.

"Mr. Lockhart, before the matter is concluded, there will be a price to pay for talking nonsense..." Lucius was furious, and his son was hiding behind him tremblingly.

When you say bad things about others and are caught by the person concerned, what will you do?

This is what Lockhart is like now, not to mention that the person he "slandered" is the head of the pure-blood family, so he has become completely mute.

"You don't want your book to be taken off the shelves, right? It's just a show-off." Lucius walked closer and threatened in his ear, "Huh?"

"This... this is all a misunderstanding..." Lockhart smiled, "I also heard it from Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Professor Lockhart, isn't your wish for world peace and that you hate those dark wizards and dark creatures the most in your life?" Hermione suddenly appeared at the door of the hall and said cunningly, "Are all the things you said false?"

She was very willing to see Lucius's face full of anger, just like Riddle's.

In fact, Hermione didn't think she was very generous. On the contrary, she thought she was an extremely vengeful and petty person---on this point, Nietzsche beside her could agree with both hands and feet.

"Well, of course I am..." Lockhart was a little entangled.

He didn't want to offend the Malfoy family.

But sometimes he can't do whatever he wants, because Nietzsche won't let him do that.

"Hmm?" Nietzsche simply made a dull warning sound with his nose.

"Of course I have no mortal enemies with dark wizards!" Lockhart immediately changed his words, showing a firm attitude, "If someone really wants to kill the students, I will definitely take action, even the basilisk left by Salazar must die!"

"Hmm~" Nietzsche just raised his chin, "Please, Professor Lockhart, don't keep Dumbledore waiting for too long."

Draco was about to enter the hall, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a group of wizards rolling up their sleeves and holding wands, led by the three Weasley brothers.

Everyone was watching him rubbing their hands.

It seems that Draco can't enjoy this celebration... If he is willing to pay a small price, at least he can go in and take a look. As for whether to lie down or stand, it depends on his own ability.

"So have you caught the murderer?" Lucius mocked.

"Of course we found it, thanks to Gilderoy~" Nietzsche sighed as he led the way.

Hermione walked at the back, holding the wand in her right hand, as if she was escorting a prisoner.

When she saw Dobby, who was wrapped in bandages, she felt more distressed than grateful. She couldn't imagine how a house elf could resist the pressure to come to the school to help them.

"Oh? Who is it?" Lucius seemed to have expected something.

"You'll see it."

No one answered him, even Lockhart surprisingly did not keep his mouth shut, but followed Nietzsche with a pale face.

"A pile of chocolate cockroaches."