Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Chapter 189 The Shots Fired on Christmas Day

Harry was happiest during the Christmas holidays. In fact, he was happy enough just to avoid going back to the Dursleys' house, not to mention that his Christmas present was a Firebolt.

The price of a single Firebolt is enough to equip an entire Quidditch team with new Nimbus 2000s and waterproof, windproof capes.

The person who gave Harry the gift was Sirius Black. He paid for it and then had Dumbledore and Grindelwald pass it on to Harry.

"Is he happy?" Sirius immediately went to greet them as soon as they came in. "That's great! He's even more talented at Quidditch than James. I really want to see him ride it."

However, Nietzsche wasn't in the mood to chat with him about Harry Potter, because Granger was about to leave.

On Monday morning before the holiday ended, Nietzsche was dragged to the edge of the forbidden forest. No one could guarantee that her return would not cause much of a stir, so they had to choose a less crowded place.

Granger hung the time converter around his neck and opened the lid.

"I'm leaving soon... haha." Her complexion was even better than when she first arrived; she was no longer so thin, and her eyes were full of victorious energy. She squatted down and cradled Crookshan's persimmon-like face as she spoke.

This farewell is unclear whether it's addressed to it, to Nietzsche, or perhaps to the professors one cherishes in memory.

Nietzsche and she did not share a friendly embrace or a reluctant farewell gaze; they simply endured everything that reality brought.

"Krukshan, protect her for me..."

"Hey~ it's just my cat, aren't you saying something wrong?" Nietzsche tightened his school robe, and the cold wind made the snake-scale breastplate underneath even colder.

“You’re such a spoilsport.” Granger turned his head, his eyes flashing. “Holmes, every parallel universe develops differently, and you are the most different. I hope you can learn from my mistakes.”

She moved the hands on the watch face, her body began to blur, and her voice became unusually ethereal.

Sometimes, Nietzsche had to acknowledge the experience that comes with age—Granger's analysis of those stubborn wizards was insightful; they wouldn't succumb to despair, for the rise and fall of their families was already part of their glory.

Hogsmeade before Christmas perfectly illustrates this point.

"You said I would see you again, when is that?!" Nietzsche couldn't help but take a few steps forward, and he could hear the sound of wind in his ears.

"The timing is determined by you, not me."

The converter in Granger's hand began to spin wildly, and in just a moment, she disappeared.

Aside from Hermione and him, no one knew of her existence. Even Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, who had visited her after she drank the shrinking potion, were unaware of her existence...

But what does that mean?

Could he be looking for Granger in the future?

With a host of questions in mind, Nietzsche returned to the castle, and it wasn't until noon that Astoria Greengrass suddenly broke his train of thought.

“Something’s happened. Have you read the latest Daily Prophet?” Her eyes were filled with panic, and before Nietzsche could ask, she continued, “Ministry of Magic personnel have been attacked, and Lucius Malfoy is dying.”

She stared at Nietzsche, speaking very softly, as if she believed he was the one who had done it.

"Mercury was taken home by Hermione, and I haven't even read the latest daily newspaper..."

"It was Malfoy who reported Sirius Black. My sister told me that because of this, the minister decided to reduce Lucius's sentence, changing imprisonment to surveillance of his movements. But he was attacked as soon as he was released from prison."

Nietzsche thought it was some kind of dream. Logically speaking, he should have been the happiest person when something happened to the Malfoy family.

But things weren't that simple. Because the minister changed Lucius's travel arrangements to 'monitoring,' several wizards from the Magical Law Investigation Team would accompany him, supervising him while also protecting his safety.

As expected, two of the three members of the Magic Law Investigation Team died and one was injured, in addition to many reporters and onlookers.

In one of the photos, Lucius, severely injured and unconscious, is half-buried in rubble, his face covered in blood, before being lifted onto a stretcher by the healers of St. Mungo's.

"What...what's going on?" Nietzsche's voice was muffled.

“Someone saw the attacker rush out of the crowd, and then he was holding a… a weapon…” Astoria said worriedly. “Daphne said that the ‘wand’ looked a lot like the one you used to use.”

Guns—this type of weapon is jokingly referred to by wizards as 'Muggle wands'.

It's obvious the attacker was a Muggle... Even the Ministry of Magic itself finds it absurd, but the evidence is right here.

Where are the attackers?

“Dead!” Astoria turned a page in the newspaper, pointed, and continued, “He attempted to kill Lucius Malfoy, and after killing the first Executor, he was taken control of by the others, but he suddenly self-destructed at the last moment…”

Nietzsche didn't need to finish what she said.

The Magical Law Enforcement Investigation Team is only responsible for ordinary routine law enforcement. The Ministry of Magic's Enforcement Division will only send Aurors if they capture a vicious dark wizard.

The cause of the casualties was his final massive explosion.

"They say they are the purgers..."

Astoria heard laughter coming from the Great Hall entrance; clearly, Harry and Ron had also seen the overwhelming news coverage.

"The Purgers?" Nietzsche asked.

“A group of people who hated magic, but they disappeared a long time ago when they migrated from Europe to North America... Some were bloodthirsty dark wizards, and some were brainwashed Muggles,” Astoria said, looking at him.

He paused for a moment, then shook his head.

You have to understand, he didn't even know the relationship between the 'Purgers' and wizards and Muggles, so how could this have anything to do with him... If it were just Malfoy who was seriously injured, he would be laughing all the way to the bank.

Nietzsche glanced at the pictures displayed in the newspaper but didn't get any useful information.

"I don't know what's going on here..."

"Are you sure?" Astoria's eyes were full of doubt. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "My sister said that the Purifiers have frightened many wizards. They are worried that they will be exposed and are planning to stay away from Diagon Alley."

Oh no, what will happen to the wizard of Diagon Alley if he decides to move out?

Is Lucius Malfoy alive or dead? Is this related to his old nemesis, Arthur Weasley?

Nietzsche looked at the title above and sighed heavily.

The damned man was assassinated, but he just couldn't bring himself to laugh.

Chapter 190: The Start of School Means Fighting

Nietzsche never expected that someone would act before him. But the matter was too strange, and coupled with the Purifiers' connections in the wizarding world, the entire British wizarding community was in complete chaos.

Many young wizards born and raised in the magical world are not very happy.

However, since this matter was only reported in the wizarding world, the Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards living in the outside world were quite happy.

Draco underwent the most significant change; the day before Hogwarts opened, he found Nietzsche.

"What's your relationship with them?!" Draco trembled upon seeing him, whether from anger or some kind of fear, it was hard to tell. "Holmes, you wanted to kill my father! Did you?!"

After the holiday, Malfoy was no longer the 'aristocrat' he once was. He was yelling and shouting in the corridors like the Gryffindors he used to despise, and his eyes were red, he must have just been crying.

His facial muscles were twitching involuntarily; clearly, this was his limit, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"Where's the evidence?" Nietzsche crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on his movements.

"Haha...good, very good, so you're starting to play these tricks too." Malfoy, blinded by rage, forgot the difference in their abilities and swaggered forward. "That gun is the evidence! Because only you would do this!"

However, Gore and Crabbe were quick-witted enough to use their sturdy bodies to block him.

But there are always people who don't mind making things worse, especially those who already have a bad relationship with Malfoy. They gathered at the entrance of the hall, their mocking and laughing eyes going over Nietzsche's shoulder and piercing straight at him.

“Who knows? Your father used to be a Death Eater. Maybe this is just someone taking revenge in private.” Ernie of Hufflepuff spat.

Under his leadership, many people echoed his sentiments:

"That's right~"

"Maybe he's just someone driven mad by hatred."

"The Purgers were already under control by the end of the 17th century... So, Malfoy, you deserve it!"

“Did you hear that?” Nietzsche stood amidst the conversation, chuckling lightly. “Who knows how many people Mr. Malfoy offended back then? Maybe some wizard bought a gun, secretly modified it with magic, and did it all for this day?”

Faced with the indifferent stares of many people, the other party didn't even have the courage to raise their head.

Lucius is seriously injured and unconscious. After a while, the Queen and the Prime Minister will further reduce the size of the royal family. What will they have left?

But Nietzsche thought it over and over and realized that whether Malfoy lived or died was not important; what mattered was the timing of his attack, which was simply too bad, and the location of the attack was precisely where the wizards gathered...

Is this a warning from Moriarty?

"You forced me to this, you all forced me to... be shattered to pieces!!"

It turns out that while Draco was being stopped by Goyle and Crabbe, he had already secretly taken the wand into his hand.

Even though he was practically roaring, the Shattering Curse was faster, so fast that Nietzsche didn't have time to cast the Barrier Curse or the Armor Curse. Yet he didn't dodge; instead, he stood motionless as if he were stunned.

The moment the pale red spell struck his chest, it was reflected off the snake-scale plate armor beneath his school robe and shattered a statue on the wall.

“You dare to lay a hand on me!” Warrington was the first to step forward.

"I dare!" Draco roared, his eyes red-rimmed. "You climbed up by stepping on my family, taking everything away from me... I will never forget that, even if the Malfoy family line ends!"

Beneath the marble staircase in the hall was the prefect's lounge, where the commotion had drawn him over. Warrington, as the prefect, had no choice but to temporarily put away his wand.

"No magic allowed in the castle's public areas, do you hear me?" Filch stormed over, carrying Lady Lorris in his arms.

However, Draco's mental state had begun to crumble, and he continued to attack Nietzsche in front of Filch.

"Except your weapons!"

“Obstacles abound.” Nietzsche pointed ahead, freezing the opponent’s spell in mid-air.

"Crazy... Malfoy, Holmes, I'm going to tell your professor!" Filch swallowed hard, looking at the disarming spell stuck in mid-air, and hurriedly ran upstairs shouting.

This dud couldn't stop the fight between wizards.

Seeing the two start fighting, the others, without hesitation, drew their wands and pointed at each other from a distance of about ten meters—one group stood at the entrance of the hall, and the other group stood on the marble steps.

When Nietzsche intervened to block the attack, Draco's hatred intensified.

"Repel them quickly." Warrington struck first, skillfully using a knockback spell to deflect Goyle's barrage of bullets.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche cooperated with him, grabbing the two fat henchmen by the throats, lifting them above his head, and slamming them against the ceiling—in terms of both numbers and fighting strength, he clearly held the high ground.

When Malfoy was being choked and watched as one person after another fell down around him, he realized how powerless he was.

"How dare you?" With a furious shout, Nietzsche's control over him was immediately broken.

Professor McGonagall arrived and was furious when she found the students lying haphazardly in the hall. She glared at the group of people who were slightly out of breath—most of them were Slytherin students.

Perhaps during the chaos of battle, even more Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors got involved.

“Mr. Holmes, do you want to break his neck?” She stepped forward and stood between the two. “And Malfoy, I understand what’s been going on lately, but please don’t take your emotions out on your classmates.”