Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Nietzsche and Hermione moved closer and discovered that there were many densely packed ink dots moving on the map, with names marked next to them. After exchanging a glance, they immediately started looking for the location of the eighth floor.

Fortunately, they did not see Sirius Black's name.

Did he run away?

"Will it show up everywhere?" Hermione asked quickly.

“Everywhere, including all the secret doors…you see, this is the way I came out.” Harry pointed to the fourth-floor corridor, showing everyone that there was another path behind the wall separated by ink lines.

This secret passage, hidden in the fourth-floor corridor, also leads to Hogsmeade Village.

Besides these, Nietzsche saw six other paths, but Harry said the path behind the mirror on the fifth floor was blocked, and the other one was under the Whomping Willow.

He silently wrote down those names, then pulled Hermione back and leaned against the chair.

“This is something Blake made before.”

When he saw the intricate network of secret passages, he understood how Sirius Black had broken through the school's security and sneaked in from the outside. No matter which direction he came from, he couldn't have escaped detection.

Black Lake? You need to take a boat first.

The Forbidden Forest? It's home to Hagrid and centaur tribes, giant spiders, dragons, and all sorts of dangerous creatures.

“I saw Peter Pettigrew’s name.” Hermione gestured for Harry to quickly put the things away, then whispered to Nietzsche, “He’s still in the Gryffindor common room. I’m worried…”

She was worried that Peter would run away.

“I’ve already had Gilderoy prepare a new pet in Diagon Alley. Ron will receive his new gift after Howard and Arthur meet,” Nietzsche said quietly while drinking his butterbeer.

Now that Sirius is kept in the Room of Requirement, there's no need to worry about Peter Pettigrew being scared away.

Judging from the Marauder's Map, the Room of Requirement doesn't seem to be showing up, so Peter, as a mouse, naturally wouldn't hear about Black's whereabouts from Ron.

"It's too sweet, I can't finish it, you can have it."

Hermione wiped the white butter foam from her lips and pushed the cup toward Nietzsche.

Just then, several wizards hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed in, accompanied by a gust of wind and snow.

"The Dementors are here!" they shouted in terror, blocking the doorway as they yelled at Mrs. Rosmerta behind the bar. "They start patrolling before sunset... Quick! Hide!!"

The tavern was quiet for a moment, then erupted into an unprecedented argument.

Harry frantically covered his face with his beer mug and pressed his bangs down his forehead with his other hand to hide the scar.

"What's going on? Does Black know you're here?" Ron nervously pulled out his wand, looking around anxiously. "Don't worry, Harry, if he comes looking for you, I'll cover for you with my new wand!"

“Don’t be silly, how would Blake know he was here?” Nietzsche reassured the two.

"But the sun hasn't even set yet, how dare the Dementors patrol the streets of Hogsmeade?" Hermione wondered as well.

First of all, neither she nor Nietzsche had any doubt about Professor Glendale's abilities, unless Black was capable of passing through Fiendfire.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, several male wizards blocking the doorway were sent flying, but fortunately, the people behind them caught them.

A cool breeze and snowflakes swept into the Three Brooms Bar.

However, it wasn't a Dementor, but a current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. This fat man swaggered in through the door, brandishing his wand. He was the one who had just forced the door open.

Fudge took off his yellow and green hat and gave a perfunctory bow to the crowd.

"I'm sorry, someone reported to me that Sirius Black has run away from school, and he has an accomplice, so... for your safety, the Dementors will be thoroughly searching Hogsmeade later,"

"Bullshit!" the drunken wizard cursed.

I don't know if it's because of the Dementors or this absurd reason.

“The fact that Black broke into the school hasn’t been made public yet. I guarantee it was that idiot Malfoy.” Ron bit into a piece of hard candy and crushed it.

"But what good does this do him?" Harry was very puzzled.

"A deal." "A reduced sentence."

After silently wiping the rim of her cup with a tissue, Nie drank it all in one gulp and then spoke out in unison with Hermione.

Even though the Malfoy family was embroiled in the Chamber of Secrets scandal and symbolically arrested by the Ministry of Magic, they still needed to provide an explanation to the public, and Black was a good outlet for that explanation.

They wanted to tell the public—look, Malfoy was just controlled by dark magic; in fact, we are mortal enemies with dark wizards.

But at this moment, Fudge, facing the insults from the many wizards, simply waited quietly until they had finished venting before continuing, "These are necessary safety measures, everyone. Rosmerta, would you like a glass of redcurrant rum?"

Da da da da~

Mrs. Rosmerta's high heels sounded especially beautiful in the quiet bar.

“Before this, the Dementors had already searched my bar twice, Minister~” Rosmerta’s voice was somewhat shrill.

“Darling, Dumbledore and his friends won’t allow Dementors into Hogwarts areas… Think about it, Black once single-handedly blew up an entire street with a single spell, and now he has an accomplice!”

This seems to imply that it's all Dumbledore's fault.

Nietzsche stood up, raised his wand high, and said, "Would you like another cherry syrup soda?"

The once calm and collected Fudge panicked the moment he saw him, like a mouse seeing a cat.

“Haha... Mr. Holmes,” the minister said gruffly. “Don’t worry, your professors are there to look after the rest of the castle. Dumbledore only said that Dementors are not allowed to enter the castle.”

"I'm not worried about those things, I'm just worried about you..."

Nietzsche took a sip of mead, lazily picked up his wand, and used his magic to push aside the wizards, removing any obstacles between him and Fudge.

"I?"

"I'm worried you'll put in the effort but not get the reward."

Chapter 187 Granger and Nietzsche's Bet

What kind of person is Fudge?

In Nietzsche's memory, he was at least a local tyrant who liked to play tricks, to play both sides, and to study the art of balancing things every day. He was full of distrust and resentment towards everyone and only wanted to cultivate his own army.

"Vanished without a trace."

When Hermione saw the other person approaching, she immediately cast a Disillusionment Charm on Harry under the table.

“How could I possibly do something thankless, son?” Fudge said gently, without a trace of ministerial airs. “Because I have seen firsthand how little influence the Dementors have on Black, so this is the only way.”

“Thank goodness this isn’t Diagon Alley, or all the wizards would have run away,” Nietzsche said calmly, legs crossed.

Granger was right; they couldn't be given any chance to catch their breath, otherwise the other side would do everything in their power to reclaim what wasn't theirs.

They don't consider the consequences and are only focused on pursuing glory.

Since that's the case, then let's go to our graves with glory...

The clouds in the sky were so thick that not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate. The streetlights began to flicker and then went out. Everyone retreated in unison, desperately squeezing into the tavern.

The soda water that Nietzsche had just been served was also starting to cool down rapidly.

He took a small sip; the taste was not bad...it was icy cold, like it had ice cubes, but the wizards who had ordered butterbeer and mead were not so happy.

Countless dark figures descended from the sky, weaving through the streets and alleys.

The entire village of Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card, but covered in mold.

“Minister Fudge…” Mrs. Rosmerta clung to his arm.

“Don’t worry, they can see through a lot of disguises.” Fudge felt the softness on his arm and his mind started to race, which made Hermes feel nauseous. “If Black wasn’t here, they would have left.”

The Dementors drew closer, and no one knew what lay beneath their deep, dark hoods, or who they were watching...

The outstretched arms, like those of a rotting corpse, were covered with the scars of a dead man. Even some fifth and sixth graders could only cover their mouths and desperately try to suppress their screams.

The two Dementors began to examine the faces of the people one by one, starting from the left and right, slowly admiring them.

Every wizard who had been investigated could no longer smile. Nietzsche felt that these Dementors seemed to be taking the opportunity to sneak a little snack.

When it was his turn, the Dementor hesitated for a moment because Minister Fudge was sitting next to him.

“Minister, do you think I’m Sirius Black?” Nietzsche pressed down Hermione’s raised arm, took a sip of cherry soda, turned his head, and said very gently.

He felt no fear, nor did he have his happiness drained like some of the wizards.

"You're joking. I doubt Blake would dare to imitate you," Fudge joked.

He waved his hand, signaling the Dementors to jump over the ones around him, but it was no use. The Dementor bent down, and a stench hit him. Nietzsche could feel the face under the hood staring at the table next to him.

By the way, Dementors can see through disguises, which means Harry Potter has no way to hide.

But Fudge became impatient.

“What are you doing? If Blake is talking to me, do you think I wouldn’t recognize him?” He raised his eyebrows and snapped. “I arrested him myself. Nobody knows Blake better than me.”

Since his superior had said so, the Dementor could only reluctantly take a few steps back and bypass Nietzsche's table of people.

After the Dementors moved away, Nietzsche discovered that not only the Three Broomsticks tavern, but also other shops, large and small, were starting to have Dementors entering them. It seemed that the Ministry of Magic was indeed terrified by Black and Granger.

Just as Hogsmeade was shrouded in darkness, he saw a blinding silver light burst forth from the alley next to the post office.

It was a goat made of white mist. After driving many Dementors out of the alley, it rampaged around, scaring away the Dementors patrolling the streets and those in front of shops.

"Filthy, disgusting thing!!" The goat roared, its mouth agape.

Fudge suddenly slapped his thigh and hurriedly led the two Dementors in the shop out.

"What are you doing?" he said to the goat with great displeasure. "Aberforth, your accusation of making improper magic to a goat was still on your record in the Department of Affairs. Do you want to be accused of 'obstructing official business' as well?"

"My guests have all been scared away!" the goat roared.

Nietzsche and Hermione opened the door a crack and peeked out.

Judging from this goat guardian deity, the guardian charm is not only able to resist the corruption of dark magic and Dementors, but can also be used for communication.

"This is to strengthen security at Hogsmeade..."

"So you're the one who brought the Dementors to the people?" The goat pawed at the ground, lowered its head, and pointed its horns at the surrounding Dementors. "The last person who offended me already had their nose broken by me!"

"You dare? Your brother won't interfere with my work!"

“He is him, and I am me, Fudge... You can give it a try.”

So there are actually people who dare to confront Fudge head-on.