Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Suddenly, the dead Astoria opened his eyes, rubbed his head, picked up a rag from the ground and wiped the ketchup off his body in an exaggerated manner, and a lot of Halloween candy fell out of his pocket.

Someone curiously scooped up the candy, only to find that it suddenly split into tiny wisps of smoke.

A family-friendly comedy horror movie...

Granger sat there, looking at the Slytherins who had real thoughts, who were afraid, and who had real fears, and couldn't say a word. She raised her head slightly and blinked hard.

“They’re still alive…how good…” Nietzsche heard her mutter to herself.

After several people had performed, Lupin finally called out the person Malfoy was most looking forward to.

"Nietzsche Holmes!"

All eyes turned away from Boggart and focused on Nietzsche, which startled Granger, who suddenly felt herself being stared at by more than twenty pairs of eyes while she was invisible, making her think she had become visible.

They passed through her body and looked at Nietzsche.

Draco squinted.

"Haha, it's your turn, you fearless Sherlock Holmes!" he sneered in a shrill voice.

Chapter 160 Her/His Fears and Hopes

Nietzsche never revealed himself.

What they fear... no Slytherin is not curious about, and this was even more of a source of amusement for Draco Malfoy.

Nietzsche, however, was curious: if one knows that they will be afraid, does that count as real fear?

After all, this is a Boggart, which can concretize the abstract concepts in a person's heart through transformation. All the Sabines who are afraid of losing money will see their mothers transformed into servants, and Hubble will see fireballs radiating high temperatures.

The classroom was unusually quiet; everyone was staring at Nietzsche.

"Remember the spell?" Professor Lupin kindly reminded him.

"no problem."

The last person was Pansy, and it was a breakup letter from Draco Malfoy.

In the classroom with the doors and windows tightly closed, a piece of paper blown by the 'wind' drifted into Nietzsche's hand, suddenly turning into a wisp of smoke. That wisp of smoke, containing countless tiny particles, automatically disappeared back into the wardrobe.

This is how the same thing?

In fact, Nietzsche knew what he was currently afraid of, and he had a clear understanding of himself.

"Boggart ran away? He hasn't even done anything yet!" Draco slammed his hand on the wooden table, speaking to Professor Lupin with obvious displeasure.

“The Boggart won’t run away until he’s banished by a spell,” Lupin said, looking at the empty podium. “Unless Mr. Holmes uses a silent, wandless spell or Occlumency.”

It's hard to say, after all, he's a genius acknowledged by countless professors.

He then dismissed his concerns, because the wardrobe began to shake violently again.

"Don't be nervous. Boggarts are non-existent beings, they are conceptual beings and will not harm us." Lupin gripped his wand, ready to make his move.

Unless you're scared to death, there's nothing you can do.

He was worried that the students would be frightened and planned to expel Boggart, but Draco intervened and stopped him.

"Hey! He hasn't even chanted the spell yet." A book suddenly flew up from behind him and hit him on the back of the head. "Who threw that! Who?!"

Suddenly, the two doors of the wardrobe were opened, and a large pile of corpses, along with flies, poured out of the wardrobe.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, only to find that there was no smell. The fear made Boggart feast, and the impact continued to spread. Fortunately, the lights were not blown out.

Despite being prepared, my heart still skipped a beat when I saw the mountain of corpses.

The Grangers, the Watsons, Hermione, Harry, Warrington... whether wizards or ordinary people they had met once, all turned into corpses and lay on the ground.

"I am the winner in the end, Voldemort."

Coming to my senses, I noticed a figure had appeared out of nowhere in the crowd.

He was dressed in a black robe, his body was muscular, and his facial features were like those of a snake. Although the man's scarlet eyes were fixed on Nietzsche alone, the other students sat in their chairs without daring to move.

"This is your end, Nietzsche." He walked barefoot down the mountain of corpses. "Everyone connected to you will die; even those who have only met you once will be tortured and enslaved by the old world..."

Voldemort's morbid smugness was displayed to the fullest extent.

But something even more terrifying happened. Voldemort seemed to have spotted the group of young wizards behind Nietzsche. He held his wand with delicate fingers, walked around him, and occasionally chuckled as he looked at the corpses on the ground.

"You're his friend too? What about you?"

The Slytherins, stared at by that gaze, were instantly terrified, their legs went weak, and they kept repeating to themselves: This is a Boggart, this is a Boggart.

Number of players is no longer an advantage for this Bogut team.

“This doesn’t make sense. Boggart shouldn’t be able to tell what their fear is…” Lupin also began to pant heavily.

"Relax. It's clear that Nietzsche's fear was greater than that of ghouls and ghosts, which temporarily altered the wizards' minds, causing them to feel the same level of fear towards that person."

Only Grindelwald remained relaxed, stepping over the corpses and walking to Lupin's side.

The classroom door, which had been tightly closed, was suddenly opened. This commotion did not escape Grindelwald's notice. He first looked at the empty seat next to Nietzsche, and then fell into deep thought.

"Tell me, who am I?" Voldemort pulled out his wand and pointed it flippantly at one of the Slytherins.

"A god...a mysterious person..."

"No, that's not my name, Heart--"

Only Nietzsche had seen what Voldemort looked like, so only Boggart could portray Voldemort's demeanor and personality through him.

Faced with such a realistic portrayal of the Dark Lord, everyone's fear was united, and only Boggart had the ability to intimidate everyone at once... This made them feel as if Voldemort was truly threatening them.

"How ridiculous!" Nietzsche finally came to his senses.

While Voldemort was reciting the Crucifixion Charm, he suddenly sneezed, causing his wand to tilt and point at himself.

Then he suddenly collapsed to the ground as if he had been electrocuted, convulsing while holding onto the Slytherin student's desk, his hands bent, his palms curled inward, his facial features distorted, and his tongue sticking out.

This made his face, which already lacked a bridge to the nose, look even more comical.

"Ah~~" Voldemort's scream was different from the hoarse voice just now; it sounded more like a young girl's scream.

Then it disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

“Uh…very…very good. One should be as calm as Mr. Holmes when facing a Boggart.” Lupin didn’t dare let anyone else demonstrate, so he could only re-lock the wardrobe with the Locking Charm.

Hmm~ If he had known Boggart would turn into Voldemort, he would have jumped over it!

Now that's a problem. If we let the next student come up, the 'mystery man' might have to go through all that again.

Lupin looked at the student with a complicated expression, his heart filled with curiosity: how could this person's fear reveal that person in such a way? The fact that it could transform Boggart meant that Nietzsche had a complete template of the Mystic in his mind.

Nietzsche could only remain silent and return to his seat by the window.

He wasn't afraid of Voldemort, but of all the failure, just as Voldemort said: everything has returned to the old world, humanity has failed, and only the lambs and the shepherds remain.

“Alright, this Boggart, I’ll stay in the classroom… and I’ll be checking your ability to control your emotions.” Grindelwald announced his next plan.

Then, in front of the students, he dragged the swaying wardrobe out.

Now, when they come to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they'll have to worry all the time that a Boggart might jump out of their drawer or cupboard.

Love comes from Grindelwald's hardcore teaching.

Lupin wasn't so happy. His heart was still heavy. According to the Boggart banishment spell, a wizard needed to imagine something funny and cheerful in their mind, but that mysterious man just now...

If he wasn't mistaken, the mysterious man was just being tormented by his own Cruciatus Curse!

So, this student enjoys tormenting others?!

Chapter 161: Choosing to Rise or Fall

"Have you heard? Nietzsche was afraid of 'that person'..."

"who's that person?"

"It wasn't anyone, it was 'that person,' the one I can't mention. It's true, I was there, I saw his face! I almost got cursed!"

“Boggart has no magic and can’t hurt you. If you ask me, he’s not even as good as Harry Potter.”

What was Potter afraid of?

"What he fears is 'fear' itself, which is the Dementor..."

Wednesday was Slytherin's special, and Thursday was Gryffindor's show. Just two or three days later, another topic emerged at Hogwarts worth discussing: Nietzsche's fear versus Harry's fear—whose was more terrifying?

George and Fred stated that Harry Potter was definitely superior.

They felt that the man whose name couldn't even be mentioned had already been defeated by Harry Potter once, and a defeated dark wizard wasn't worthy of being feared, so the concept of 'fear' was more tangible.

But Ravenclaw immediately rejected this idea.

Hermione and Nietzsche, who were doing their homework in the library on weekends, could hear the eagle and the badger's discussion.

“Isn’t the Mysterious Man dead?” Hannah asked first. “Logically speaking, Nietzsche wasn’t even born when the Mysterious Man died… There’s nothing to be afraid of in a dead person becoming a ghost.”

She and Hermione had always had a good relationship, especially after she learned that many wizards were working for the two little ones, which made her even more respectful.

Although Hannah knew she wasn't doing well in spells, as the sole heir to the Leaky Cauldron, she was well aware of the benefits Nietzsche and Hermione brought to the cauldron.

She and Hermione had long been partners in a community of shared interests.

“That’s what’s so chilling about it, Abbot… Boggarts can only conjure up things we understand and fear,” Ravenclaw’s Anthony said in a low voice as he helped her with her homework.

Hermione sat at the long table, her hand suddenly stopping as she wrote.

Clearly, some things cannot be hidden, as Anthony said—this means that Nietzsche must have seen the Mysterious Man with his own eyes.

"You mean..." Hannah stared intently at a single word in the paper, her heart pounding.

"Either the mysterious man has been resurrected, or he didn't die... or Nietzsche just has his photos and stories." Anthony sensed the sudden chill in the atmosphere, quickly stopped himself, and finally found a reasonable excuse to cover his mouth.

These are the only possibilities.

But Anthony no longer needed to explain; they could only try to deceive themselves with lies.

Nietzsche was engrossed in his homework when Hermione suddenly nudged his right hand with her elbow, causing him to write 'L' instead of 'I'. This gave him a headache, and the thought of a misspelled word appearing on his perfect paper annoyed him.