Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

The other person's eyes were full of disdain, and they occasionally let out a few sneers from their nose.

"That's it? The future of the magic world?"

Chapter 176 The Secret Agent from Twelve Years Ago

The extracted fragments of memory were stored in tubes made of black stone. The process was perilous... but Blake bore the consequences himself.

Grindelwald sat squatting to the side the whole time, constantly clicking his tongue in admiration.

"What else is inside besides the alchemical principles of the Pensieve?" His fanatical gaze startled Gilderoy.

“I…how would I know?” Gilderoy’s hand trembled slightly as he carefully pulled the silver thread at the tip of his staff outwards. “Don’t bother me. His memory has been tormented by the Dementors to the point of being on the verge of collapse.”

He was in a bad mood.

You have to understand that he is now a very famous person. If it weren't for the fear that Quirinus would occasionally cast poisonous curses, he wouldn't have been ordered by Nietzsche to do these chores.

Not to mention having to come into contact with such dangerous people.

After Gilderoy finished organizing all his memories, he pressed a button, and a beam of light immediately shot out from the top of the projector, turning the original cell into a small hill with a house on top.

Even the shape of the wind can be seen in the surrounding grass.

Nietzsche, Grindelwald, Gilderoy, and Dumbledore are all focused on what follows: the truth of what happened twelve years ago.

“This is Godric’s Valley twelve years ago,” Sirius Black said wistfully, sitting on the cold grass.

Just then, a man suddenly passed by Nietzsche from behind and ran vigorously up the hillside. The man had elegant black hair and a handsome appearance. From his striking gray eyes, it was easy to tell that this was Sirius Black from back then.

Young Blake brushed past old Blake on the ground.

"James! Lily!" He climbed up the hillside and pounded on the door.

"Sirius?"

Nietzsche and the others didn't need to run; the entire scene was brought closer because of Sirius's running.

They were greeted by the Potters—Harry's parents:

James Potter looks refined and gentle, with gold-rimmed glasses and light brown eyes, much like Harry.

Lily Potter, with a frown, tiptoed out of the inner room and seemed very impatient upon seeing the guests arrive. Like Harry, she had almond-shaped green eyes.

"I just got Harry to sleep." Lily, though sharp-tongued, still poured him a cup of tea.

"Sorry, I just got back from the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius scratched the back of his head sheepishly and swallowed. "We received new information that the Mysterious Man is looking for the children in the prophecy."

He didn't continue speaking, but silently glanced at the two of them.

The meaning was self-evident. James stood up somewhat bewildered, paced back and forth in the living room, then paused and glanced at Harry's bedroom.

"Where are the others?" Lily was the first to break the silence.

Her first thought wasn't for herself, though perhaps it was out of trust in Dumbledore.

This was something Nietzsche hadn't anticipated.

“The Longbottoms have already hidden their children; now it’s just a matter of you.” Sirius took a sip of hot tea to calm himself down. “Professor Dumbledore suggested using the Faithful Charm to hide you.”

Longbottom?

Nietzsche looked at Principal Dumbledore with a puzzled expression. Had Neville also been on the verge of death back then?

“Voldemort chose people he thought were most likely to pose a threat to him,” Dumbledore explained. “Neville was almost mistaken for a Squib, and he thought Harry’s bloodline… Lily was a Muggle wizard.”

Sirius Black spoke a few more words with the Potters before quickly leaving.

But when he opened the door, the scene wasn't the Godric's Hollow they had been seeing before. Following Sirius's scene, the camera shifted back to the Potters' living room.

The only difference was that it was packed with people Nietzsche didn't know.

Dumbledore hadn't changed much in the past ten years, except that he looked more haggard and anxious than he does now.

“The person who keeps secrets must be someone you trust most, James.” Professor Dumbledore stood in the doorway, his expression shifting in the dim light. “If you’d like, I can be the person who keeps secrets.”

Professor Lu Ping was sitting on the sofa, covering his face and shaking his leg.

“I think I should trust my friends.” James Porter adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and calmly declined the other person’s suggestion.

"This isn't the kind of little game you played as friends back in school; you need to think this through..."

“But Sirius is Harry’s godfather. If you’re worried about the Black family, I don’t think you need to,” James said. “He’s been my friend for seven years, and I’m willing to believe him for the rest of my time.”

Nietzsche glanced back at the disheartened Blake and found him staring excitedly at James, as if James were speaking directly to him.

As I was looking at it, I suddenly smiled.

He gestured with his chin toward Nietzsche, as if to say, 'I told you so.'

After confirming the group's thoughts, Professor Dumbledore nodded and left. A long time later, Sirius Black suddenly walked to the window and looked at the swaying shadows of the trees outside.

Now, only young Black and Peter remain in the Potter family.

Pettigrew is the least noticeable character. He is very short, like a dwarf, with a pointed mouth and a pair of protruding front teeth. He is lying on the crib with a sneaky look, teasing Harry inside.

If everyone hadn't left, neither Nietzsche nor Grindelwald would have noticed him.

Just then, Sirius glanced at Peter Pettigrew and suddenly exclaimed, "I've got a great idea!"

"What?" James didn't understand.

“How about Peter be the Secret Agent?” Sirius said. “The Order of the Phoenix has been passing messages to Mysterio. They were all here just now and they know that I am the Secret Agent!”

He leaned back in the wooden chair, his body tilted back, with only the chair's two legs touching the ground, looking nonchalant yet tinged with anxiety.

Peter Pettigrew, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed in astonishment, as if he were about to burst into tears at any moment.

"What's wrong with you?" he stammered.

This spur-of-the-moment idea baffled the Potters.

“‘I am the Secret Agent’ will definitely be known to the Order of the Phoenix. Don’t forget there’s a Mysterio spy here. Peter, you just need to hide and not bring anyone else over when the Faithful Charm takes effect.”

This clever substitution made James think for a long time.

He first looked Peter Pettigrew up and down, then slowly nodded.

"The Order of the Phoenix was created by me as a temporary alliance to deal with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It recruited many wizards who opposed Voldemort, but there are all sorts of people, and it's inevitable that some spies will appear," Headmaster Dumbledore said.

So Sirius Black planned to use his 'undercover' status to make his fake news appear as real news.

The secret agent was secretly replaced by Peter Pettigrew, which is logically and motive-wise reasonable.

But Little Pettigrew didn't seem to think so. He looked very frightened and pulled his chubby fingers out of the crib. He gasped and angrily pointed at Sirius Black.

"The mysterious man will hunt down the secret agent. Do you think I'm going to get myself killed?!"

“They don’t know you’re the secret agent.” Sirius raised his voice impatiently. “Peter, our lives don’t matter. It’s time to say goodbye to our past foolishness. You should know that I’m the one they’re looking for.”

“But…you don’t know how powerful that person is…” Peter said, panting heavily and very timidly.

Just then, Harry's crying broke the argument, and Lily carried him back to the room.

Both Nietzsche and James noticed Peter Pettigrew's fear of the Mystic, especially the latter, who reached out to comfort him, his tone pleading.

James said, "I'm sorry, Peter... but please consider it for Harry's sake."

This one sentence is worth more than a thousand explanations from Sirius Black.

Therefore, Little Pettigrew nodded silently with a sullen face and agreed.

With Sirius Black as a witness, Peter became the Potter family's true secret keeper. Everyone present could see the magical contract and light that had been formed. James and Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, but Peter was not so happy.

“I’m going back now.” He slammed the door shut and left Godric’s Valley under the cover of night.

With a 'click' from the instrument, the 'tape' playback ended, and the picture abruptly stopped.

The cell was still the same cell, while Blake knelt on the ground in regret, banging his head against the ground.

Chapter 177 Hermione, Lured into the Trap

Sirius Black has been exonerated for the time being, but his sphere of activity is still limited to the Room of Requirement, though at least it's no longer a prison cell, but a Gryffindor-style bedroom.

But the story of the rat with spots was handed over to Nietzsche.

He hasn't been able to do his homework these days, let alone modify an alchemical tool.

“Use runes to prolong or enhance the effects of magic, and use '?' to extend the effect of the Hour Conversion Charm.” Granger was alone in the library, taking notes. “The total mana cost remains the same, but the effects of the spell can be changed.”

? (as in Nehemiah: D?g), representing the spiritual light of a wizard, and also signifying growth, development, and change.

Because Granger didn't know the incantation for the hour-changing spell, she could only use runes to convert 'hours' into 'time' on the existing time-converter.

Just as she was looking through the documents, someone suddenly appeared behind her.

“Mrs. Pince said there’s only one copy of the Rune Translation left. May I borrow it?” Hermione asked, standing on tiptoe and tapping her shoulder.

Because Granger was wearing Nietzsche's school robe, it looked a bit small. The hem of the robe, which should have just reached her ankles, barely reached her knees. But at least she didn't have to use the Disillusionment Charm to hide all the time.

Anyway, I spend all my time in the library.

“I need some more time. If you don’t mind, we can watch it together…” Granger turned around, noticed his smaller self, and smiled.

Hermione glanced at the notebook in her hand and noticed something unusual—it was Nietzsche's notebook.

No, she would never mistake it, because she knew it all too well.

"You...know Nietzsche?" Hermione sat at the table, casually flipping open a notebook with her fingertips. Sure enough, the runic translations on it were in his handwriting. "Looks like his ancient runic studies are barely passable."

Granger hadn't expected her to be so observant in a single moment, and immediately felt a headache coming on.

She thought to herself: I should never have listened to Nietzsche.

When she drank the shrinking potion and went to Professor McGonagall to withdraw from her courses, the three electives she kept were ancient studies, alchemy, and Muggle studies, which were required by Nietzsche Holmes.

So...that's why Hermione had seen Nietzsche's runic translation notes.

“Ah, that’s right,” Granger chuckled awkwardly.

"That's strange, I've never seen you before," Hermione asked, squinting. "He usually doesn't lend his notebook to others, not even Daphne from Slytherin..."

Seeing her persistent and inquisitive nature, Granger instantly understood why he had been disliked back then.

Moreover, once Hermione identified her target, her every move was as unpredictable as a cat's, making it impossible for her to defend against her. She saw Granger as a thief—a villain who stole her position.