Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

With his parents away, and Glendale to be entrusted with something for some time.

Ah ha~ How about letting Nietzsche live here too?

As she pondered how to persuade the other party, she cupped her hands in hot water to wash away the foam from her body.

Chapter 142 The Aftermath of the Heart-Piercing Curse

Nietzsche was wary of a professor who suddenly moved into the Grangers' home, especially when the Grangers were away on vacation.

Although the fact that 'Grundal' was carrying Dumbledore's diary is enough to show his relationship with the headmaster, it's always good to be more cautious!

“If the professor has nowhere to stay, I can understand; after all, what wizard would carry pounds with them? But what right do you have to be here?” Nietzsche gripped his wand and tapped the diary on the table. “Get out here now!”

"What are you yelling about? I'm a Dark Lord, for goodness' sake!" Riddle's blurry image reappeared at the garden gate.

“Hmm?” Nietzsche simply said, “She’s upstairs now.”

Riddle, still retaining the handsome features of his student days, immediately received the danger signal from the other party.

He was no longer so angry; instead, he calmed down...

"How did you convince the principal?" Nietzsche didn't directly address Grindelwald, but instead turned his attention to Riddle.

In fact, the fact that Dumbledore was able to entrust the Horcrux to 'Grundal' is enough to illustrate his relationship with the Headmaster, especially since the other party is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, which means that the Headmaster intends to deal with the Horcrux.

If this treatment involved the death penalty, then it would be alright.

However, it is now clear that this Horcrux is being 'safekeeping' and entrusted to professionals for safekeeping, just like a dark wizard would hand it over to a Dementor.

“The important thing is that we now have a few common enemies.” Riddle sat gracefully on the sofa, holding up two fingers. “Purebloods and Voldemort… Let’s be frank, I just want revenge.”

He was clever; he knew that Nietzsche would distrust him because of the title 'Voldemort'.

Since no matter how he explained or tried to persuade Dumbledore, it was useless, he might as well not explain at all, but directly state his purpose and form a temporary 'alliance' based on the same goal.

"Aren't you going to lead the purebloods to even greater interests?" Nietzsche said sarcastically.

After a long silence, the other person said with a dark face, "Dumbledore told me everything that happened after Voldemort, including the fate of his followers... and that fool who arbitrarily separated his self-awareness."

“That’s a good reason, I suppose.” Nietzsche put away his wand. “Stay put here.”

Ignoring Riddle's irritated state, he absentmindedly walked to the kitchen, took a bottle of Ramune soda from the refrigerator, and leaned against the sink to drink it.

Who would have thought that former enemies would become teammates?

Riddle did not persuade Dumbledore by throwing a tantrum and begging for forgiveness. It's simple: because he has a performative nature, Dumbledore would not believe him if he thought about the past for a moment.

So all he can rely on is his own advantage—the Horcrux.

Nietzsche had never heard of this in many books, not even in "The Poisonous Spell"... Judging from Voldemort's intentions, this might be some important information about immortality.

'Is immortality achieved by splitting the soul?' Nietzsche wondered to himself, watching the tiny bubbles rising in the bottle.

After he finished drinking, he opened the trash can and was about to throw away the empty bottle when he suddenly noticed some herbs inside. He quickly recognized them as valerian roots, a common "panacea" used in potion making.

'It has sleep-inducing, sedative, and anticonvulsant properties, making it an alternative to sleeping pills.' Nietzsche immediately recalled the annotation in his mind.

He suddenly remembered the floral scent on Hermione, so he focused his mind and tiptoed upstairs. The sound of running water in the bathroom masked his footsteps. He searched every room but couldn't smell that strange fragrance.

Then, driven by some unseen force, Nietzsche gently pushed open Hermione's bedroom door...

This is the smell. He glanced at the closed window, then sat on the edge of the dark blue bed, listening to the music of flowing water and singing, quietly waiting for Hermione to appear.

"Ah!" Not long after, Hermione, who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and pants, was startled as soon as she opened the door.

She first instinctively slammed the door shut, but after confirming that the other person was Nietzsche, she angrily opened the door again.

A mist spread from behind Hermione, her wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her exposed skin, having just bathed, had a truly fair and rosy glow.

"Why...why did you come into my room?" She stood at the door, stammering, "I'm going to...call the professor!"

Nietzsche, however, was focused on other things and ignored it. As the steam filled the room, he even took a deep sniff right in front of Min!

He had no idea how foolish he appeared in the girl's eyes.

“It doesn’t smell…” he muttered as he moved closer to Hermione. “It doesn’t smell like shower gel or soap.”

At this moment, his face was pinched by two hands, and his mouth was squeezed into an 'o' shape.

"What scent do you want to smell, hmm?"

Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously. She hadn't expected him to go so far. She had originally planned to find a way to keep him here to kill time for Professor Glendale, but now it seemed...

Hmph, they can't be kept here~

"Valerian, you've been secretly making potions at home!" Nietzsche easily broke free from her grasp.

After all, Hermione didn't use much force.

"Just because of this?" Hermione roared, her left hand on her hip and her right hand grabbing his ear. "You came to my bedroom without my permission! If you dare to misbehave, I'll let you experience what Riddle feels like!"

"Besides the forgetfulness potion, which requires a large amount of valerian, there's also the dreamless sleeping potion."

Hermione's voice, which had just been raised, immediately stopped.

She suddenly regretted forgetting to dispose of the kitchen waste after getting up that morning, and all her thoughts were on the French friend that Dumbledore had sent over yesterday.

"Could it be Professor Glendale's? Older people like him usually need some sleep aids," she added.

"Come on, a wizard who dares to carry a Voldemort Horcrux must be keeping a clear head. How could they fall asleep with a dreamless sleeping potion?" Nietzsche said seriously. "Before you take a bath, is the scent on your body lavender or mugwort?"

Or perhaps it's a mixture of two different scents.

It smelled so strange that his nose wasn't sensitive enough to distinguish the mixed scents.

Seeing Hermione's momentum gradually weaken, Nietzsche began to press on: "Do your parents know about this?"

“Of course they don’t…” Hermione covered her mouth.

“It seems you really are drinking a dreamless sleeping potion.” Nietzsche was exasperated. “Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking it for over a year.”

Hermione didn't speak, she just stared at the floor, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Then she put on a smile again, lightly pushed Nietzsche away, opened her arms, and lay straight on the soft bed. With the evidence irrefutable, no amount of rebuttal would be effective, so she simply let it go.

“It’s the rule set by the St. Mungo’s healers,” she said softly.

“How serious…” Nietzsche said.

Hermione did not give a direct answer: "Dumbledore said that few people could last ten seconds under Voldemort's torture, but I do not regret it. Everything I have experienced is my own choice."

She had to restrain herself and suppress her emotions.

Her willpower will be even stronger than that of the Longbottoms.

Nietzsche thought for a while and made a decision in his heart—he decided to stay and keep Granger company for a few days.

Who knows what kind of trouble that old wizard and Riddle will cause this time?

Chapter 143 A Brief Period of 'Cohabitation'

Nietzsche ultimately stayed.

Although Hermione thought he was making a fuss over some things, she was still very happy... Who wouldn't want to be cared for by someone other than their parents?

For Nietzsche, the only drawback was that he could only sleep on the sofa.

That night, he wrapped himself in a blanket and slept in the living room with Professor Glendale, but neither of them could fall asleep—Grindelwald was not used to this comfort, while Nietzsche was thinking about Granger.

So the two of them pulled Riddle, who didn't need to sleep, out for a chat.

"What exactly is the effect of the Crucifixion on its target?" Nietzsche asked in a commanding tone, staring at the dark ceiling.

Since dark magic can be called a 'shortcut,' it must have its own unique features, so he planned to get the young Voldemort to say something useful.

When it comes to the Unforgivable Curse, Voldemort, who started with the Killing Curse, is the one to mention.

“Irreplaceable pain.” When asked a question, Riddle adopted a teacher’s demeanor and became much more serious. “The Cruciatus Curse is not just about excruciating pain throughout the body; most importantly, it keeps one’s mind clear.”

Nietzsche knew this; he had seen the sorcerers who had gone mad at St. Mungo's Hospital.

"What I mean is, isn't there a complete cure? For example, for damage to the nervous system, or..."

Riddle interrupted him: "What would happen if someone lived a miserable life from beginning to end?"

The tone sounded very sad.

“It will be filled with nihilism and negativity.” Nietzsche thought for a moment and said seriously, “It will be like a pendulum, forever swinging between pain and numbness.”

If one cannot even deceive oneself, then a person who is already hopeless will never experience the taste of hope, and each recollection of memories will only make one more painful.

Riddle snapped his fingers, seemingly quite satisfied with the answer.

“That’s the crucifixion – it’s about the mind, not about physical damage to the nerves,” Riddle said confidently. “It amplifies a person’s most terrifying traits… Come to think of it, I’ve always wanted to make a similar poison.”

Physical suffering does not only fail to break a person's spirit, but it also leaves a clear and lasting impression.

Coupled with those terrifying things that are magnified infinitely and engraved in one's bones, they will echo in the mind of the person being cursed again and again, and every time they close their eyes, they will see their most fearful thing.

This is why the Cruciatus Curse was reverted to the Unforgivable Curse.

Grindelwald suddenly spoke up: "The spirit is the richest treasure of wizards. We don't need to think about 'why it will come true' like Muggles do. We just need to believe that 'it can come true'."

It is a gift from heaven, and also a curse.

"And those wizards who have suffered torment are prone to not being able to distinguish between reality and dreams, and their minds will retain all those unforgettable feelings."

Grindelwald's words made Nietzsche sigh.

The latter pulled the blanket tighter, turned his head, and his grey-blue eyes, under the moonlight, made Riddle feel a little uneasy—don't forget, Granger's dreamless sleeping potion was thanks to him.

“That was Voldemort’s doing, it has nothing to do with me, a fifth-grader,” Riddle denied.

"But what about the Muggle wizards? Ginny? Myrtle?"

“Alright. I admit it… but it’s always been about the mission Salazar didn’t complete!” He chuckled awkwardly, lowering his tone with a hint of resentment. “I’m his descendant, so of course I have this obligation, don’t I?”

As for whether Salazar Slytherin's own wishes were altered, he did not know.

Riddle looked like a pathetic creature trying to find a sense of belonging among purebloods, but the other party ignored him and only used this incident to emphasize that the score was not yet settled.

Nietzsche thought to himself: Maybe Hermione should take a break this year.

Sitting behind the scenes at a magical car company is much easier than dealing with all the dangers and intrigues outside, isn't it?