Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"We are wizards!" Riddle forgot his identity as a prisoner and couldn't help but raise his head. "Those Muggles can be controlled by us. This... this is perfect. We can make them kill each other!"

Even the Dark Lord will have different ideas when looking at the same thing.

When Gellert was young, he was worried about the increasingly compressed living space of wizards, and wanted to start the war in advance, which would be more beneficial to wizards - the longer it was delayed, the more terrifying the power of Muggles would be.

Riddle was the complete opposite. When he saw those torrents of steel and the fire that was brighter than the lighting spell, he felt in control.

Dumbledore could see clearly from the sidelines that this crazy smile came from Voldemort's absolute self. He thought that everything would be under his control, from Muggles to the world and finally death.

"I thought who you were looking for~" Riddle looked at his former professor with disappointment.

It turns out that the evil spirit in the Dark Lord has been wiped away, and just a little Muggle can make wizards so frightened.

"The Imperius Curse, the Confusion Curse... even a small prank prop can make Muggles lose themselves, but you are afraid... But I need to thank you, Mr. Grindelwald." Riddle's The corners of his mouth were raised slightly.

"What do you mean?" Gellert did not allow anyone to be more arrogant than himself.

Not even if he was the student Dumbledore paid the most attention to!

"I grew up in an orphanage. The most destructive weapons are actually controlled. This is an opportunity for wizards... In other words, you don't have to worry about Muggles in your home. Throw one at the door.”

Since being singled out by Nietzsche, he rarely thinks about issues from Voldemort's standpoint.

But today, after reading Gellert's prophecy, he felt a sense of transparency that ran through his body from top to bottom - Tom Riddle gradually understood everything.

It turns out that the 'World War II' he once heard the Muggles talk about was the reason for Gellert's actions; it turns out that the bombshell that the Muggles called 'justice' was Gellert's fear...

Riddle began to step out of 'Voldemort' and began to look at things from a new God's perspective.

"I know why Voldemort failed." He said with dull eyes, "He was so arrogant... He was so arrogant that he cut 'me' apart, leaving the most 'wizard' part."

However, it was the most wizarding part that made Voldemort believe the prophecy.

What an arrogant idiot. He could clearly control Muggles with the Imperius Curse, easily establish his own regime, gather Muggles and pure-blood wizards, and force the remaining wizards to surrender.

It's a pity that Riddle can't do anything now, and Voldemort will never think of taking advantage of Muggles.

"You, and Voldemort... the way you do things is too wizard-like." Riddle pointed at him and said, "Even if you predicted it, you still maintain the arrogance and prejudice of a wizard in your heart."

Then he thought, since he was controlled by Dumbledore now, he couldn't do much, so he might as well have some fun.

So Riddle laughed with schadenfreude, and his expression seemed even flatter to Gellert - even though Gellert had given up on many things, he would still get angry when someone made fun of his former ideals.

But the angrier he gets, the happier Riddle becomes.

"You failed even more thoroughly than me. At least I don't have to be possessed by a mouse and hide in the sewers now." Gellert said disdainfully.

"Ah, yes, that's right." Riddle motioned for him to scold him and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, it was Voldemort who turned into a mouse. What does it have to do with me, Tom? Riddle..."

It's impossible to say he doesn't care because he should be better.

Riddle slowly sorted out the logic deep in his soul, deduced according to his previous assumptions, and found that Dumbledore was unable to stop him at all, because he could not stop a fully armed Muggle country.

Not to mention that there are wizards who follow him.

Originally he was supposed to be more perfect than Gellert!

Just because Riddle grew up in the Muggle world and understood more complex social structures!

But he also saw clearly his own tragedy: the Muggle blood he hated had actually become his advantage.

"It's pure blood..." Riddle muttered to himself like a psychotic patient, "He's right, it was those pure bloods and those pure blood ideals that made me abandon my Muggle self. part."

Voldemort is a defective product.

Dumbledore was dumbfounded, what...what's going on is this?

Seeing Riddle's absent-minded smirk, he suddenly felt that Voldemort must be crazy.

"Albus, are you a student not doing well here?" Gellert drank a bowl of fish porridge and pointed to his head.

"Ahem...he only has a small piece of his soul." Dumbledore explained in a low voice.

Gellert suddenly understood, and then gave a helpless expression.

Sigh~ It's so pitiful. Not having a soul is no different from being mentally retarded. It's also an irreparable loss. He suddenly felt that Voldemort was no longer an idiot. A Dark Lord without a soul could go so far.

In a sense, Voldemort was more persistent and focused than most people.

"I am the most important part, hahaha...that idiot Voldemort." Riddle suddenly started to gloat again, "He was right. It was him who made the prophecy consistent by himself!"

Nietzsche was right, he, the Dark Lord, never needed pure blood.

As a result, Riddle re-planted a seed of hatred deep in his soul - not because the purebloods immediately betrayed him the moment he fell, but because they made themselves imperfect.

But then he changed his mind and temporarily stabilized in Dumbledore's hands. He didn't want to die like this.

"It seems that Nietzsche is not a fuel-efficient lamp." Riddle said calmly, "What he did was what I should have done, but my purpose and his were different."

As soon as he talked about Nietzsche Holmes, Dumbledore immediately became energetic.

"He will take advantage of his status to build trust with Muggles. Whether it is controlling the Imperius Curse or coercing and luring...it doesn't matter. The important thing is that Holmes will find a way to replace the Ministry of Magic."

Riddle couldn't help but replace himself with Nietzsche and imagine his new regime.

"As we get older, we can no longer keep up with the thinking of you young people." Gellert burped, "Maybe the predictions back then were not comprehensive enough."

If the predicted World War II would show the 'justice' of Muggles, then he would also change his mind.

"Of course, both Voldemort and you are wrong... If the wizard uses power to control, no matter how long it lasts, there will be a backlash one day, so Nietzsche intends to satisfy everyone." Riddle criticized the two men without leaving any room.

This made Dumbledore feel relieved. At least the other party was gradually getting rid of the symbol of 'Voldemort'.

"This is impossible. There is no way to satisfy everyone." Gollert glanced at Dumbledore opposite.

This is his experience.

"Gellert, this is Nietzsche's yearning for wizards." Dumbledore laid out a best-selling book. "Wizards bring light and must bring warmth to others. They love everything and despise everything at the same time."

What if those who are dissatisfied disappear and only those who are satisfied remain?

Maybe Nietzsche doesn't just want wizards to help Muggles, but for both parties to transcend themselves and become a more divine being...like Superman.

"Interesting, it seems that he plans to prepare for the upcoming war." After turning two pages, Gellert felt a little novel, "If there is a chance, I really want to meet him."

Because according to Dumbledore, Nietzsche, who had no talent whatsoever, was so forward-looking, so he really wanted to see it.

But I just thought about it.

"You will have a chance." Dumbledore said suddenly.

Grindelwald and Riddle were stunned at the same time, and both Dark Lords stared closely at Dumbledore, who was caught in the middle.

It's not a test or a joke, right?

Volume One: Chapter 138 Nietzsche’s Gift to Them

Just as Riddle realized again---Nietzsche was trying every means to open a gap in the magical world.

And it has already begun.

On the day when Sherlock Holmes was sleeping in bed because he had no commission, Nietzsche was pulled out by Hermione, and he was dragged out by his collar.

"You didn't tell me in advance!" Hermione, who was about to accuse him, grabbed his collar and pressed him against the door. Her voice was full of helplessness and resentment, "That's tens of millions of pounds and an entire industrial chain. !”

She looked furious.

After the investment was finalized, Hermione would be discussed with her parents all day long at home, from ideals to development, and even some private life... And this was all thanks to Nietzsche!

At least let her prepare mentally in advance~

"Life is like Bibi's multi-flavor beans, you never know what the next one will taste like." Nietzsche pressed his hands against the wall and slowly raised them above his head.

"Stop talking about useless things, you are just lazy! You don't want to be responsible!" Hermione's voice became louder and louder.

Mrs. Hudson happened to come down from upstairs carrying a plate. After listening to Hermione's low growl and the weird posture of the two little ones frozen at the door, she smiled embarrassingly for both of them.

She pretended not to see anything, just lowered her head and passed by the girl.

But in the end, Mrs. Hudson's head emerged from the stairwell and said to Nietzsche: "Don't worry, I won't tell your parents, but... I think you should be more responsible than Sherlock." "

Wait, wait, this sounds a little weird.

After a stalemate between the two, Hermione finally put down her hands, but she still stared at him angrily.

"If there's nothing else, can I just take a nap?"

Nietzsche's right hand quietly touched the doorknob, but suddenly Hermione held it tightly in her hand and dragged her downstairs.

"Go sleep in the car."

"Where to go?"

"Workshop address." Hermione panicked for a moment when she grabbed his wrist, but soon got used to this feeling, "Although it is my father's name, as the actual operator, you can't run away! "

The driver was Mr. Howard, who was holding a cigar in his mouth and resting his arm on the window of the car, watching the two children slowly walking over, his heart filled with disbelief.

If Harold hadn't said that they were also one of the inventors of the 'levitation car', he would never have believed that they were two children...

But so far, no difference has been found.

"Howard Stark, you can call me uncle." He looked at Nietzsche in confusion and said politely, "I thought the genius who studied this epoch-making technology would be more... more mature..."

"Just call me Nietzsche." Nietzsche simply greeted him, "In fact, Hermione and I are promoters, the real inventor... He should still be at work now."

Today is not the weekend, so the Ministry of Magic shouldn't give Arthur a summer vacation.

Although Howard was full of doubts, he still endured it because he signed a mysterious confidentiality agreement before meeting Hermione.

Having started his career as an arms dealer, he naturally understands these principles.

No matter how curious he is, he won't ask anything about things he can't know. He just needs to wait quietly for the secret to surface on its own.

"Okay, anyway, since I'm here, I'll show you the place."

They arrived at a large factory in Westminster, near the Thames River. It looked very old. It was said that it was a shipyard during the Industrial Revolution.

The north and south are transparent, not to mention public security. After all, this is the center of British administration.

When Hermione couldn't wait to pull Nietzsche's sleeve and walked in, she could smell the musty smell and the smell of rusty metal. She restrained her desire to take out her wand and "clean it up". .

"Although there is a confidentiality agreement, I still want to ask...if you don't need workers, how will you produce it?" Howard walked to the second floor and put his hands on a railing.

"We have our own team, and you just need to send the configured car in and modify it," Nietzsche said.

He looked at the middle-aged man curiously. He didn't show any expression that a businessman should have, and he didn't seem to be worried about whether he would lose money.

Nietzsche was observing him from the moment they met until they got in the car.

Howard's clothes are newly bought or ironed, which shows that he is a serious and capable person; but he will not stop smoking even if there are children in the car, and does not care about the ash on his trouser legs and buttons, which shows that his character is very egoistic. .

He did not underestimate the two of them because of their age. It seems that Howard's acting style has always been very low-key.

"Usually factories are not set up in Westminster, and the point is-" Howard raised his finger, "If it were in other industrial areas, I could buy this place three times!"

The price is shockingly low, as if it's just for free.

Moreover, the approval process was very fast. A series of documents were issued the same night after signing the agreement. Howard sometimes wondered if he had been tricked because it was his first time to experience such high efficiency.

"It's simple." Nietzsche shrugged and said loudly, "Because I don't want people who work to run back and forth. Their homes are here."

That's right, because Diagon Alley is not far from here.

"Then you are a really good boss." Howard complained.

But Howard's question also caught Hermione's attention. She walked around the factory first, and then realized a serious problem - she, Nietzsche and Lockhart wouldn't be the only ones doing this work, right?

Then this efficiency is too low, let alone they are still in school.

"Since we don't need ordinary people, who should we look for?" Hermione pulled his shoulder and said into the other person's ear.

"Daphne Greengrass has a way. She can recruit a large number of wizards in the name of her family...but the subsequent handover is up to us." Nietzsche told her not to worry.

In this way, even if anything happens to Daphne, the wizards recruited will work for him and Hermione, not the Greengrass family, because the signed documents are legally binding.

After all, the name is just a gimmick~

Howard stood on the second floor, watching the two of them taking matters seriously, and suddenly felt a strange hope in his heart - hoping that his future son would be so smart and be able to make the decision early...if there was one.

And this is the most mysterious thing he has ever seen. Two teenage children are the real controllers of a production chain.

"Not far from here is the entertainment area with dance halls and clubs." Howard introduced, "To be honest, this is the first time you see someone building a factory in a place like this. Aren't you worried that they will go crazy?"

Nietzsche knew that his uncle would understand him, and he said excitedly: "This is the effect I want."

Everything outside is a place worth exploring for wizards. They can't wait to take their newly received salary to experience things they have never experienced before.