Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

The moment Nietzsche saw Dumbledore, he could hear his breathing become erratic for a moment before he rushed in and stared coldly at the white-bearded old man.

"Well, you dare to disregard the Board of Governors and return to Hogwarts without permission!"

“It’s like this…” Dumbledore said casually, “I’ve contacted the other eleven board members, and I’ve heard that if they don’t suspend me, someone will curse them. Are you aware of this?”

“Oh, thank goodness.” Lucius turned his head dryly to Nietzsche and the others and said, “I can’t see anyone else in the office right now, so Dumbledore is the murderer?”

They acted as if they had heard a joke.

Even the portraits in the principal's office burst into laughter, especially Principal Black, who, being a pureblood, showed even more disdain.

“It’s that man, Lucius… Voldemort.” Dumbledore held up the diary and flipped to the name inside. “I thought you, as his former servants, would know his name.”

Nietzsche noticed a change in Lucius's pupils, as if he had been startled.

Draco made no attempt to hide his fear, seemingly never imagining he had ever been so close to a dark lord.

“I see,” he said.

"What a clever plan, to have Weasley's daughter controlled to murder a Muggle-born wizard. What impact will this have on Arthur and the Muggle Protection Act?" Dumbledore pressed on.

"This is unfortunate. As for whether others will accept the Muggle Protection Act, that's not up to me, given this scandal..."

Lucius seemed relieved and immediately acted as if nothing had happened.

Will Nietzsche do as he wishes?

No, this snake is the most deadly, often delivering a crucial blow when others are most relaxed.

“However, I think Lockhart will have a way to explain why Arthur possesses this Horcrux.” Nietzsche clapped his hands, introducing the key figure. “He will extract the memories of Arthur, and Voldemort…”

"Wait, who else?" Lucius interrupted him sharply.

“Voldemort, Tom Riddle, the owner of this Horcrux, the culprit who opened the Chamber of Secrets and controlled Ginny,” Nietzsche rattled off a string of nicknames, making Lucius’s face look even more haggard.

He paused, then looked at Hermione.

Sherlock Holmes' most capable assistant—Granger!

“As far as I know, there’s someone else in the school secretly helping Voldemort, like luring students out and carrying Ginny into the basement…” Hermione clenched her fists and said coldly, “Everything will be revealed in the memories.”

Lucius finally couldn't hold back any longer and looked down at Draco.

“Albus, you and I both know how cunning and shameless that person is. Even many older wizards have been deceived, just like… Ginny Weasley…”

How familiar this phrase is.

Lucius was just repeating Dumbledore's words. Oh, and that also means he won't hold Ginny responsible.

When Nietzsche told Dumbledore how innocent some people were and how he himself had been controlled, Nietzsche finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, which greatly angered Lucius.

“You didn’t experience that crazy era, I don’t understand what’s so funny!” he said in a hoarse voice.

“No, I’m not laughing at you.” Nietzsche slapped his thigh repeatedly, and during a pause to catch his breath, he shouted behind Dumbledore, “Did you hear that? It seems they think they’re the ones who were forced into this by you.”

Lucius was initially puzzled.

Who? Severus? Or the Minister of Magic?

No, none of those. The person who emerged from behind the Roman columns in the principal's office was more terrifying than anyone Lucius could imagine.

A cool breeze rose from the ground, entered his hands and feet, and then quickly seeped into his entire body.

It was a blurry figure, like someone who had stepped out of a poorly made film.

“Lucius Malfoy, you are not even half as good as your father Abraxas. If I could, I would wish you had died of dragonpox like him!”

The hatred Tom Riddle expressed when he was kicked out far outweighed his anger toward Harry, Nietzsche, and Hermione, and at the same time, he was being proven right by that Mudblood.

The great Voldemort was nothing but a clown easily fooled!

Chapter 128 Dobby is free!

(Sorry! This is a combined update; the chapter posted this morning includes the one I missed yesterday, so there's a big update of about 9,000 words today!)

Lucius was now regretting the vile words he had just used to insult Voldemort...

Unexpectedly!

“I never imagined Abraxas’s son would be such a coward.” Riddle strolled slowly to the headmaster’s desk, stroking an unidentified watering can. “I lied to you? What a joke.”

He lowered his voice, mimicking Lucius's tone.

Malfoy, as the person involved, could only suppress his fear and glare at Dumbledore. From the moment Riddle walked out, everything had exceeded his expectations.

In his mind, even if Dumbledore saved Weasley, they would still be able to escape unscathed.

Nietzsche stood beneath the portrait of the principal, rubbing his head as he began to appreciate the classic 'master-servant confrontation'.

"Let me guess... if the diary is exposed, Draco, disguised as Ron, can destroy the evidence," he couldn't help but deduce.

“Dumbledore, you need to think this through.” Lucius steadied his son’s shoulders, “If the diary wasn’t destroyed, then Ginny opening the Chamber of Secrets is also a fact. Think about the efforts Arthur made for the law.”

He dared not gamble on whether Lockhart could actually retrieve the memories.

Even if it were Voldemort, a Horcrux, he wouldn't dare gamble, so he chose the most conservative approach—the Muggle Protection Act.

Unfortunately, there is another person in this principal's office who wants the Muggle Protection Act to be invalidated: Nietzsche Holmes, because he needs to prepare for the upcoming flying cars.

Nietzsche believed that Arthur's original intention in enacting this law was good, to prevent dark wizards from using magical artifacts to harm Muggles.

Unfortunately, he needed to open a breach in the magical world. Not to mention being able to compete with Moriarty's war industry, he needed at least the confidence to do so, and also to allow wizards to take a step outward.

"Did you ask Mr. Weasley?" Nietzsche preemptively challenged before the principal could even begin to think.

“What?” Lucius asked, frowning.

"Would he be willing to let his children pretend that nothing happened? I doubt it... Mr. Weasley is a very responsible father, so I think he should have his own principles---"

Lucius found this very difficult.

Is this a second-year student from TMD?

What was he doing in second grade? Studying? Threatening classmates? Being a social butterfly?

At least when he was a student, he didn't have the guts to interrupt Principal Armando, or even to ignore his expression.

"Riddle, regarding the correction..."

“I have no problem.” Before Nietzsche could finish speaking, the young Voldemort agreed. “I can certainly point out that Malfoy made me open the Chamber of Secrets, but there’s a condition.”

Riddle was equally shrewd.

That's right. Since Lucius likes to use Voldemort as a symbol to play the victim, he insists on using the Chamber of Secrets to talk about things... not threats or deception, but only Malfoy's motives for using the diary.

Now it was Hermione's turn to get impatient. What kind of status does she have, still making demands like this!

“It concerns my final fate.” Riddle suddenly became very docile, and smiled faintly. “My safety must be guaranteed. For this, I can open a little bit of my spiritual world to you.”

“Does that mean we need your permission to extract memories?” Hermione said softly. “Don’t forget, we’ve already done it once.”

However, Riddle did not back down at all; instead, he quickly glanced at the headmaster.

"Of course I haven't forgotten. It's worth mentioning that my future self seems to be quite good at teaching others... a nice Cruciatus Curse."

“That was a necessary means,” Nietzsche emphasized again.

But at this moment, Dumbledore could no longer sit still; he couldn't bear to watch a student be led into Voldemort's trap step by step.

Even if Nietzsche's purpose in using the Unforgivable Curse was legitimate, the habitual use of these spells could still create a dependency on black magic.

"Alright, I understand. Thank you for your kindness, Riddle."

Dumbledore tapped the table with his wand, and a powerful surge of magic instantly shattered Riddle's body, returning him to the diary, which he then handed to Lockhart.

Lockhart, who had been keeping his head down since entering the room, thinking "it's none of my business," eventually ended up with this hot potato.

He glanced furtively at the three-way standoff, slowly moving towards Phoenix Fox by the fireplace, as if only Phoenix could make him feel a little more relaxed.

The scheming and backstabbing among humans is truly terrifying!!

The atmosphere was awkward, which was very disadvantageous for Lucius. He understood that Nietzsche was determined to get rid of him, so he readily agreed...

“My son is innocent in this matter.” Mr. Malfoy began to soften, slapping his hand as if to take out his wand, but instead touching his expensive clothes instead.

“I don’t think so,” Hermione said coldly.

She almost got herself killed! She was only separated from the basilisk by a wall!

“I made Draco do it,” Lucius said, looking at the headmaster.

"Hogwarts has no tradition of sending inmates to school!" Armando roared, his monocle falling off his chest with his heavy breathing.

"That's right, he should be fired!"

An argument broke out in the principal's office, though most of the noise came from the portraits. Even Principal Blake, who was known as the 'most unpopular' principal, started to glare at them.

Draco simply stood pale-faced at the office door.

Dobby looked up in confusion, glanced at the Malfoys, and then suddenly punched his head with his fist.

But here's the crucial point: just when everyone thought Draco would be expelled, Dumbledore made the opposite decision—he didn't immediately expel Draco Malfoy.

“Then that’s settled. I’ll have Fudge summon you…” he said, looking at the boy at the door. “Perhaps you can go home early today and rest for a while. That’s all. Don’t follow your father’s example.”

Draco shuddered, then opened the door and left as if granted a pardon.

This infuriated Nietzsche. He seemed to have forgotten that the other man was the headmaster of Hogwarts, and strode forward, standing right in his face.

"You're just going to let him go like that?!" he roared furiously.

“Everyone needs a chance to turn over a new leaf…” the principal sighed heavily.

As Nietzsche listened to Dumbledore's theories, he couldn't help but clench his fist.

“Choices are decisions we make ourselves, not decisions imposed upon us by others,” Nietzsche said. “He had already made his choice, and his choice was to ‘help Lucius kill the students!’”

The principal looked a few years older and said to him apologetically, "We can't push people too hard all at once."

Even Hermione began to show some dissatisfaction.

But she also knew that Dumbledore must have had a reason for doing this. What was that reason?