Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Compared to this...Riddle..., compared to me?"

Gellert completely disregarded Riddle's well-behaved demeanor.

Putting aside how many people he had met, the most important thing was that he heard every single word of Riddle's roar in the castle.

"The methods are the same, but the goals are completely different." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment before stating his opinion. "My feeling is that he doesn't want wizards to rule Muggles, but rather... to serve?"

But after thinking about it, he still felt it was inappropriate and changed his mind, saying, "No, it should be that the wizards regain their human identity."

"So that Nietzsche, does he treat wizards and Muggles the same?" Gellert revealed a completely different perspective at this moment. "Then give up. He will have a war with the wizarding world sooner or later."

On some issues, he was closer to the truth than Dumbledore.

Failure does not mean he is weak; his age of over a hundred has long since become experience, etched in Gellert's mind.

"Why do you say that?" Dumbledore asked hastily. "He doesn't have a conflict with the Ministry of Magic, but rather with pure-bloods and Voldemort's faction. Perhaps he intends to let Muggles and wizards go further together."

"You overestimate Voldemort, Albus... he was just a trigger."

Now it was Riddle's turn to be unhappy. He stood up impatiently and glared angrily at the skeletal old man in front of him.

“The fuse?” Riddle repeated the word, cursing, as if it were an insult to him. “I’m the one who truly understands wizards; those Muggles are nothing but a bunch of greedy creatures!”

He once even tried to emulate Gellert's reputation, but now it seems it was all wishful thinking.

Riddle tried his best to portray himself as the true 'savior' of the wizarding world, saying how hypocritical and hateful those Muggles were. However, such words did not make Gellert regard him as a confidant.

The other person pulled a piece of hookah from their pocket, took a puff, and said lightly:

"Kid, I don't care what you've been through, or how despicable and hypocritical you think Muggles are, but that's none of my business. Why do you think I'd unite wizards from all over the world to build a new order governed by wizards?"

"It's a prophecy that those Muggles possess weapons to destroy the world. You don't understand Muggles at all, let alone their arrogance and power-hungry nature."

He simply blew a breath, but was choked and coughed repeatedly, forcing Dumbledore to look away.

The hookahs surrounding Riddle displayed one prophecy after another that Gellert had made: thunderous roars, explosions, flying limbs, and a radiant light as bright as the sun.

This was both Gellert Grindelwald's unique talent and his greatest misfortune.

because...

"Fear was my greatest motivation when I was young."

Chapter 137 The True Value of the Dark Lord

In fact, Gellert thought that Dumbledore would become a politician like Minister of Magic after defeating him.

But he didn't. Instead, he chose to return to Hogwarts at the height of his prestige to become a Transfiguration professor... Of course, Tom Riddle later became his most valued student.

The still-developing Voldemort was quite surprised after hearing Gellert's words:

He couldn't imagine that the first Dark Lord was driven by fear.

But thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel proud—at least Voldemort wasn't afraid of Muggles.

"We are wizards!" Riddle forgot his status as a prisoner and raised his head. "We can control those Muggles. This...this is perfect. We can make them kill each other!"

Even the Dark Lord has different perspectives when looking at the same thing.

When Gellert was young, he was worried about the increasingly shrinking living space of wizards and wanted to start the war ahead of time, which would be more advantageous for wizards—the longer it dragged on, the more terrifying the power of Muggles would become.

Riddle, on the other hand, was completely different. When he saw the torrent of steel and the flames that shone brighter than the Illumination Charm, he felt a sense of control.

Dumbledore, watching from the side, saw it all clearly: that maniacal smile came from Voldemort's absolute ego, his belief that he could control everything, from Muggles to the world, and ultimately death.

“I thought you were looking for someone else~” Riddle looked at his former professor with disappointment.

It turns out that the Dark Lord's malevolent aura has been extinguished; even a mere Muggle can instill such fear in wizards.

“The Imperius Curse, the Confusion Curse... even a small prank can make a Muggle lose their sense of self, yet you are afraid... but I need to thank you, Mr. Grindelwald.” Riddle’s lips curled up slightly.

"What do you mean?" Gellert wouldn't allow anyone to be more arrogant than himself.

Even if they were Dumbledore's most favored student, it's not allowed!

“I grew up in an orphanage where those highly lethal weapons were actually controlled, which is an opportunity for wizards… In other words, you don’t have to worry about Muggles throwing one out of your doorstep.”

Since Nietzsche pointed this out, he has rarely considered things from Voldemort's perspective.

Today, after reading Gellert's prophecy, he felt a profound sense of clarity that permeated his entire being—Tom Riddle was gradually learning everything.

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

Riddle began to step out of the 'Voldemort' mold and start to examine things from a completely new God's-eye view.

“I know why Voldemort failed,” he said listlessly. “He was arrogant…so arrogant that he split ‘me’ apart, leaving only the most ‘wizard’ part.”

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

What an arrogant fool! He could have easily used the Imperius Curse to control Muggles, establish his own regime, and gather Muggles and pure-blood wizards to force the remaining wizards to surrender.

Unfortunately, Riddle can't do anything now, and Voldemort will never think of using Muggles again.

“You, and Voldemort…you both act in ways far too wizarding,” Riddle said, pointing at him. “Even if you foresaw it, you still harbor wizarding arrogance and prejudice.”

On second thought, since he was currently under Dumbledore's control and couldn't do anything anyway, he might as well have some fun.

Riddle laughed gleefully, his expression making Gellert even more annoyed—even though Gellert had given up many things, he was still angry to be mocked for his past ideals.

But the angrier he got, the happier Riddle became.

“You’ve failed even more than me. At least I don’t have to be attached to rats and hide in the sewers now,” Gellert said dismissively.

“Oh, right, right.” Riddle gestured for him to continue cursing, saying nonchalantly, “Anyway, it was Voldemort who turned into a rat, what does it have to do with me, Tom Riddle…”

It's impossible to say I don't care, because he should have been more outstanding.

Riddle slowly sorted out the logic deep in his soul, deducing from his previous assumptions, and discovered that Dumbledore was powerless to stop him, because he could not possibly stop a fully armed Muggle nation.

Not to mention that some of them were wizards who followed them.

He was supposed to be even more perfect than Gellert!

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

But he also realized his own pathetic state: the Muggle blood he despised had become his advantage.

“It’s purebloods…” Riddle muttered to himself like a psychotic patient having a fit, “He’s right, it’s those purebloods, those pureblood ideologies that made me abandon my Muggle part.”

Voldemort was a defective product.

Dumbledore was dumbfounded. What... what's going on?

Seeing Riddle's absent-minded, silly grin, he suddenly felt that Voldemort must have gone mad.

"Albus, is there something wrong with your student here?" Gellert drank a bowl of fish porridge and pointed to his head.

“Ahem… his soul is only a small piece,” Dumbledore explained in a low voice.

Gellert suddenly realized, then gave him a helpless look.

Sigh~ How pitiful. Losing a soul is no different from being brain-dead, and it's an irreparable loss. He suddenly realized that Voldemort wasn't an idiot after all. How could a Dark Lord who lacked a soul have gone so far?

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

“I’m the most important part, hahaha… that idiot Voldemort.” Riddle suddenly became gloating again. “He’s right. He made the prophecy self-consistent!”

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

Thus, Riddle planted a seed of hatred deep within his soul—not because the purebloods betrayed him the moment he fell, but because they made him imperfect.

But he quickly regained his composure and, having temporarily settled down in Dumbledore's care, decided he didn't want to die just like that.

“It seems Nietzsche is no pushover either,” Riddle said calmly. “What he did was just what I was supposed to do, only our purposes were different.”

Dumbledore immediately perked up when Nietzsche and Sherlock Holmes were mentioned.

"He will use his position to build trust with Muggles. Whether it's through Imperius Curse or coercion and bribery... it doesn't matter. What matters is that Holmes will find a way to replace the Ministry of Magic."

Riedle couldn't help but imagine himself as Nietzsche, envisioning his own new regime.

“I’m getting old, and I can’t keep up with your way of thinking anymore,” Gellert burped. “Maybe my predictions back then weren’t comprehensive enough.”

If the predicted World War II would demonstrate Muggle 'justice,' then he would change his approach.

“Of course, Voldemort and you are both wrong… If a wizard uses power to control things, no matter how long it lasts, it will eventually backfire. So Nietzsche intends to satisfy everyone.” Riddle attacked the two without reservation.

This reassured Dumbledore somewhat, at least the other party was gradually shedding the symbol of 'Voldemort'.

“That’s impossible. There’s no way to please everyone.” Gottlieb glanced at Dumbledore across from him.

This is his experience.

“Gellert, this is Nietzsche’s yearning for wizards.” Dumbledore laid out a bestselling book. “Wizards bring light and warmth to others, loving everything while despising everything.”

What if all the dissatisfied people disappeared, leaving only the satisfied people?

Perhaps Nietzsche didn't just want wizards to help Muggles, but rather for both to transcend themselves and become a more sacred being... like Superman.

“Interesting. It seems he’s preparing for the upcoming war.” Gellert flipped through a couple of pages, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “I’d love to meet him if I had the chance.”

Because, according to Dumbledore, Nietzsche, who had no talent whatsoever, possessed such remarkable foresight, he genuinely wanted to meet him.

But it's just a thought.

“You will have your chance,” Dumbledore suddenly said.

Grindelwald and Riddle were both stunned, the two dark lords staring intently at Dumbledore, who was caught in the middle.

Is this some kind of test or a joke?

Chapter 138 Nietzsche's Gift to Them

Just as Riddle realized again—Nietzsche was trying to create a breach in the magical world.

And it has already begun.

On the day Sherlock Holmes was lying in bed sleeping because he had no cases, Nietzsche was dragged out by Hermione, practically by the collar.

"You didn't even tell me beforehand!" Hermione, furious, grabbed his collar and shoved him against the doorway, her voice filled with helplessness and resentment. "That's tens of millions of pounds and an entire supply chain!!"

She looked extremely annoyed.