Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

After a long while, having received no response, Grindelwald clapped his hands impatiently, and the students finally snapped out of their shock.

"A murderer? And one who escaped from Azkaban?!"

"Sirius Black, the number one henchman of the mysterious man!"

Such exclamations rose and fell.

But that's not the kind of response Grindelwald wanted.

“Didn’t you hear the good news at the end? Huh?” he repeated, “I’ve found him!”

Hermione looked at the old man on the stage who was just blinking and found it somewhat amusing. So she took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and shouted a few words, silencing some of the wizards around her, something she never did normally.

But today is an exception~

"So, did you catch the fugitive?" Hermione asked on behalf of the others after the scene gradually quieted down.

Looking at Granger, whose words carried more weight than those of the prefects, Lupin glanced silently at Snape, who remained silent... It was quite rare that he hadn't used 'disrespecting the professor' as an excuse to deduct Gryffindor's points.

“Do I look like I’ve been caught?” Grindelwald pointed to his waist.

"We're finished..." The audience immediately began to sigh.

Snape and Dumbledore both cast suspicious glances at him—it would be a disgrace to Hogwarts if word got out that a legitimate professor hadn't beaten a malnourished fugitive.

“Black is nothing, I caught him from the start, but he had an accomplice!” Grindelwald explained.

"Even you're not sure?" Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then asked very seriously.

Although Grindelwald hadn't touched a wand or eaten anything good for nearly eighty years, logically speaking, not just anyone can pull off such an act.

As for Snape... he simply doubted Grindelwald's abilities, after all, there had been a precedent of a 'showpiece' before.

"Do you want me to burn the school down?" Grindelwald scratched his face, his gaze sweeping from left to right before finally settling on Slytherin. "Oh, right, Nietzsche Holmes, come with me for a moment."

Okay, things have escalated.

It seems that not only Sirius Black has entered Hogwarts, but also his accomplices, possibly Death Eaters. Hermione is worried about Nietzsche when she thinks about this.

He was the one who got caught up in this mess this time.

“Miss Granger, I want you and Percy to guard the Great Hall. The rest of the faculty and staff, along with Professor Glendale, will conduct a thorough search of the castle. If anything happens, just have the Ghost deliver the message.”

Dumbledore assigned tasks to everyone.

Percy was initially quite pleased with himself, but he became somewhat annoyed when he heard that Hermione Granger would be handling management tasks alongside the two student council presidents.

Of course I'm angry! A third-year student is on equal footing with the student council president in a temporary capacity...

That's completely against the rules.

Interestingly, Hermione, who is always obedient to the rules, accepted it quite reasonably.

"Watch your own safety, don't be reckless, you hear me!" She raised her hand, just about to straighten Nietzsche's collar, but the intense gazes of the others made her embarrassed and banish the idea from her mind.

"Okay, okay," Nietzsche replied dismissively.

"Be careful~" Daphne said sarcastically in a deliberately high-pitched voice, "When did you two become so lovey-dovey?"

They both shouted in unison, "It's none of your business!"

Chapter 170 Where Did Blake Go?

“Filch has closed all the entrances to the secret passages.”

"Where did the fat lady go?"

"Filch said she was startled..."

There's only one door to enter the auditorium, so it's already quite safe.

So Grindelwald, along with several professors, searched for clues in the corridors on the second and third floors, while the rest, together with Hagrid, examined the Forbidden Forest outside the castle.

This matter is quite strange.

“To be honest, Black is most likely after Harry Potter,” Professor McGonagall said worriedly. “Other than that, I really can’t think of any reason why he would dare to escape into the school.”

Do you really think these professors are just sitting around doing nothing?

Holding his wand, Nietzsche followed behind the professors, his keen insight revealing the network of relationships surrounding Harry.

Sirius Black, who escaped from Azkaban, risked his life to run all the way to Hogwarts in order to kill Harry Potter and eliminate the danger to Voldemort, whose very existence was unknown even to the Death Eaters.

“If you want to kill someone, you should hide it more carefully,” Nietzsche said, puzzled. “And you should tell Harry.”

Believe him, no one knows murder better than him.

“Because he’s a madman, he was twelve years ago, and he even tricked everyone into it…” Professor McGonagall shut her mouth.

Lupin, however, shook his head slightly, indicating that it had nothing to do with it.

Minerva McGonagall and Lupin seemed to know Sirius very well; the former's face was filled with sadness, while the latter's eyes were full of anger. He had always been a kind-hearted person and never got angry when Snape mocked him.

“The reason we didn’t tell Harry is because… he couldn’t bear the truth.” Lupin’s voice trembled.

"What exactly happened back then?" Nietzsche pressed. "Harry Potter wouldn't have died of anger or gone to seek revenge on Black just because he blew up a street, would he?"

McGonagall glanced at Lupin, asking if she should speak.

"Go ahead and tell me, everyone else already knows about this anyway..."

“Twelve years ago, before Sirius Black blew up a street, something else happened—he, as an undercover agent and a friend of Potter’s father, betrayed…the address to the Man of Unknown.” Professor McGonagall slammed her fist on the wall.

Ah~ that intricate and ambiguous network of relationships immediately became clear.

Nietzsche hadn't expected that Sirius Black was involved with another generation, so it's understandable why the professors didn't tell Harry—Harry Potter, full of adventurous spirit, was the kind of person who would definitely seek revenge.

But they searched the entire castle and found no trace of Blake.

"Could it have come from the Forbidden Forest?" Grindelwald said.

"Impossible. Centaurs are actually quite...you know, a little bit sensitive to territory, and there's a fire dragon and all sorts of dark creatures living there." The good-natured Hagrid quickly rejected the suggestion.

“He has an accomplice, Rubeus, a powerful wizard.”

So Grindelwald led Nietzsche to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Now, it was just the two of them. Nietzsche noticed the professor shift his body, making a crisp 'crack' sound.

“Nietzsche, how much were you involved in this?” He suddenly stopped, leaned against a tree trunk, and looked at the other man. “Or rather, how much do you know about your ‘invisible friend’?”

Although the professor's question was somewhat unexpected, it was still within his expectations.

An invisible adult wizard was following a young wizard, and now this has happened. It's hard not to wonder if Granger is the one who helped Sirius Black.

“I don’t even know what happened… You fought with her?” Nietzsche didn’t take it to heart.

He was still pondering the relationship between Sirius and Granger.

Ah, no, it should be about what the relationship between Black and Granger is like in a parallel future, so that she would choose to help them after arriving in this world.

Is this something she needs to make up for?

“Young, talented, and battle-hardened, but strangely... she never went for the kill.” Grindelwald stroked his short beard as he recalled, “She seemed to be trying to stop Black, but in the end, she saved him.”

She must know Sirius very well, but with her cautious and careful demeanor, she will always keep the 'criminal' title above his head.

If Granger really did it, she would definitely...

“She will contact me again,” Nietzsche said with certainty.

He has what Granger needs.

That night, the search yielded no results. When Nietzsche returned to the auditorium, he found that all the hundreds of students had fallen asleep. Four long tables had been moved to the wall, and the 'pupae' were lying haphazardly on the floor.

Hermione was still awake. When she saw him return, she simply pointed to the sleeping bag at her feet, as if she had been waiting for him to come back.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find Crookshanks…” Hermione yawned and said softly.

"It's okay, it has a very sensitive nose, and it will run away as soon as it smells something wrong."

However, Nietzsche suspected that Crookshank was with Granger.

He urged Hermione to get into her sleeping bag, while he leaned against the door of the Great Hall to stand guard.

Until midnight, Nietzsche, who was dozing off, felt someone pushing him. His legs had become stiff from being bent at the knees for so long. He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, leaned against the door, and straightened up using the strength of his waist.

“No abnormalities were found, sir…” he mumbled, as if talking in his sleep.

The only response to Nietzsche was the sound of snoring.

His palms were pricked a few more times. He opened his eyes and found that Crookshan had crawled in through some hole. It was wet and covered in dust, as if it had squeezed in through a crack in the window.

Ah, someone's come looking for me.

Just as Nietzsche got up to go out, he heard Hermione calling him.

"Nietzsche...where do you plan to go?"

But the next second, his heart relaxed, because Hermione was just talking in her sleep. She rolled over and muttered, "You haven't finished your lessons yet... No... don't run away, hehe..."

If Nietzsche were to have to retake his studies in the future, he would never take Hermione Granger's class.

There was no one left in the hall. The professors were probably still in the principal's office meeting, discussing how to stop the Ministry of Magic from allowing Dementors to enter the school. Crookshanks strolled ahead, leading the way.

Even more remarkably, despite the winding and circuitous roads of Crook Hill Territory, they were completely undetected by the patrolling armored figures and Lady Lorris.

Many times, it's just a matter of missing out.

He followed his cat all the way to the eighth floor and stopped in front of a tapestry depicting 'The Giant Beats Barnabas'... Crookshanks just sat there, seemingly admiring the artwork.

"What kind of mechanism is this?" Nietzsche asked it.

"Meow."

"Okay, if it is, then say 'Meow~', if it isn't, then say 'Meow!'"

"Meow~~"

“You dragged out the sound for an extra second.” Nietzsche didn’t understand the meaning for a moment.

Everyone says that pets resemble their owners. He's so smart, so why can't his cat understand human speech?

Crookshank stuck out its tongue and licked its lips, making a series of disgusted gurgling sounds. It couldn't understand why Nietzsche, who was said to be a genius, couldn't understand what it was saying.

“It means that this is more than just some kind of mechanism.” Granger emerged from the shadows. “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen someone talk to a cat.”