Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Malfoy just stared at Nietzsche with hatred, his voice escaping through clenched teeth.

He said resentfully, "If I made a deal with you to exchange our situations, you wouldn't think this way."

At that moment, Dean Snape rushed over from the basement, followed by Filch, who was shouting loudly that he would whip people.

He walked straight past Nietzsche, went to Malfoy's side, and patted him on the shoulder. Although his face remained calm, Nietzsche could still hear his soft words of comfort.

"Alright, everyone else, go back to the Great Hall. It was just a minor skirmish..." Snape then waved his hand dismissively, letting the students go.

"You call this a minor friction?!"

"Is there a problem? I think Gryffindor's 'little jokes' used to be much worse than this." Anyway, Professor McGonagall didn't lose any points, and finally dragged Malfoy down into the underground.

However, he seemed very reluctant, his body stiff, and the professor would tug at him forcefully every two steps.

Nietzsche knew that the professor was also helping him out of trouble, so he simply and arrogantly characterized the conflict as a 'minor friction' and took the other party away under the pretext of comforting Malfoy.

“I’ve never seen Gryffindor make a joke like this before…” McGonagall muttered to herself, then said to Nietzsche, “Headmaster Dumbledore wants to see you.”

On the road, Nietzsche thought about many things.

He wondered what questions Dumbledore would ask, and like Draco Malfoy, he suspected he was behind Lucius's assassination; he felt the Purge attack was because he had exposed himself to too much outside the circle...

Nietzsche followed Professor McGonagall to the principal's office.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a gun on the long table, and it was exactly the same gun as the Christmas present he had received last year.

Chapter 191 The Unstoppable Train

"It's incredible... Abandoning all complex thoughts and emotions, turning the cursed bowl into a cold, killing weapon, typical Muggle thinking, but for war, it's simply a work of art."

"Look at her streamlined body, am I in the 21st century?"

Sorry, but nobody in the principal's office actually looked at anything that could cause malnutrition. It was purely Tom Riddle himself who was marveling at it.

“Alright, Riddle, I didn’t bring you out here to admire this weapon,” Dumbledore said. “We’re here to figure out how the Squib can fire spells at the level of an Auror.”

Riddle ignored him, and he and Grindelwald stood on either side, observing with great interest.

Nietzsche knew about this 'cutting-edge technology,' and he was still somewhat shocked when he learned from Headmaster Dumbledore that a Squib, which couldn't use magic, could use it to cast spells with power no less than that of an Auror.

Killing a member of the reconnaissance team on the spot and then breaking through the defenses of the other two to seriously injure Lucius is beyond what can be described as 'easy to execute'.

This means that a Muggle can kill a wizard head-on...

“Interesting, they’ve made a vitality tonic for the weapon.” Grindelwald roughly pulled a tube out of it.

The gun has only a buttstock and a grip, and its appearance looks like the British MkIV Sterling submachine gun, but the side magazine design has been changed to a push-bolt design, which stores the energy.

The Vitality Tonic is used to replenish a wizard's magic power in a short time, so the entire gun body is the physical body—filled with energy, and then the magic runes activate specific spells.

This design blueprint made Riddle's eyes light up.

"If only I had thought of that back then... to throw it at a werewolf or a vampire, and pull the trigger..."

Nietzsche sat in his seat, constantly using drinking water to mask his heavy breathing.

It's important to understand that wizards treat any creature with even a little or no magic as mere playthings; a single thought or incantation can transform or petrify them...

But now, this thing has leveled the playing field between Muggles, Squibs, and Wizards.

"The people who made this weapon are deliberately letting wizards know their capabilities, deliberately stirring up panic," Dumbledore said apologetically. "I hope this has nothing to do with you, after all, no wizard owns a factory."

“I’m a respectable businessman, Principal,” Nietzsche raised his eyebrows.

"As far as I know, arms dealers are legitimate businessmen in the Muggle world."

Dumbledore sat there dumbfounded, but the fact was that there was an organization dedicated to studying magic... something a Muggle couldn't do.

Nietzsche was also helpless. Besides Quirinus's research, how many other wizards were secretly working for Moriarty after being bribed? And now there was another group of "Purgers" composed of dark wizards and Muggle lunatics.

This type of organization first appeared in Europe and originated from wizards.

“Yes, he’s a businessman…” Nietzsche rubbed his face, somewhat enlightened by the principal’s words, “Because he was wary of me and wanted to slow down my development, that’s why he made his move when Lucius was released from prison.”

"because of you?"

"because I."

When two celestial bodies collide, the resulting impact affects everything around them, and Lucius, being closest, naturally suffered the most damage.

“‘The Purgers’ is a lie; they were merely invested in and then elected to take the blame.” Nietzsche paused, falling silent, and remained silent no matter how the principal questioned him.

He suddenly realized how important the Purifiers were to the Ministries of Magic in various countries.

This was more than just murder; while escalating the war, Moriarty also restricted Nietzsche's development. But upon closer reflection, he suddenly felt a surge of excitement... It meant that the other side respected him as a king.

White moves first and adopts a conservative blocking tactic.

So he quickly left the principal's office and returned to the auditorium.

Because Hermione returned at night, she was unaware of what had happened in the hall during the day, and many people believed that Lucius Malfoy's assassination was primarily due to two reasons:

It's either retaliation or the return of the purgers.

However, the first viewpoint has the most supporters.

“Those dark wizards definitely won’t dare to go out.” Ron said happily, holding his pet mouse in his hand. “Don’t you agree, Scabbers… anyone who supported Mystic deserves it!”

Perhaps it was because his tone was too fierce that the mouse was so frightened that it trembled.

Ever since Nietzsche read Sirius Black's memories, he could no longer look directly at Ron's actions—imagine a slightly balding middle-aged man being touched by a little boy...

Sorry, he needs to vomit for a while.

“But other people were injured at the time, so it was clearly a terrorist attack,” Hermione retorted.

“But you should know that Britain hasn’t had a Purifier for a long time,” Anthony Goldstein said. “Their origins are a group of bounty hunters from different countries in American wizarding history.”

Originally illegal bounty hunters, they became increasingly corrupt and brutal, and began to hunt innocent Muggles, even betraying their own kind.

(Illegal---As long as the bounty can be obtained, it is unrelated to the law, and some will become private hitmen)

The earliest Purgers were later expelled from the wizarding world and placed on an international arrest warrant, but their hatred was passed down to the next generation: magic is real, and wizards should be eliminated once they are discovered.

Therefore, the Puritans and the Priests were different; they never opposed magic because of religion or ideology.

“But what if the Purifiers from America came here?” Hermione said. “Perhaps their target wouldn’t be Lucius, but the Ministry of Magic…”

“Don’t be silly, Hermione. If Malfoy’s father hadn’t been under the supervision of those three detectives, he would have been dead long ago.”

This incident caused a sensation throughout the British wizarding world, so there were only two voices in the banquet hall—discussions about studies and discussions about the 'cause of death' of Draco Malfoy's father.

Ah, Lucius isn't dead yet, but they wish he were.

A loud 'bang' suddenly came from the Slytherin table. Nietzsche looked over and saw Malfoy forcefully slamming a bowl to the ground. He didn't do it on purpose, because he had fallen twice when he stood up.

When he stood up for the third time, Pansy helped him up again.

This year has been incredibly unlucky for him, from Daphne's betrayal at the start of last semester to the assassination attempt now.

Draco Malfoy walked out of the Great Hall, looking utterly dejected.

Mercury, who had just flown in through the window, landed on the Gryffindor table, intending to have a sumptuous dinner. But before he could glide over to Hermione, a large ginger cat suddenly jumped onto his back.

Then, Crookshank gently bit its neck and dragged it in front of Nietzsche.

“Have dinner here today, and after you finish, deliver this letter to Gilderoy Lockhart… Remember, make sure he opens the letter.” He gently adjusted Mercury’s feathers and spoke kindly.

But what could Mercury say?

It could only turn its head 180 degrees, giving Hermione a reluctant look behind it.

All Lockhart was told was: Protect Howard.

(Anyway, it's not about the Winter Soldier... What Winter Soldier? Sorry, wrong channel.)

Chapter 192 Blake, Accidentally Injured

"We spent Christmas in Diagon Alley for a while, and then our parents dragged us to the Muggle world for some fun... We had such a great time! Our dad is going to be an engineer from now on!"

On the first morning of school, George and Fred ran to the auditorium dragging a huge pile of packages.

Nietzsche heard from others that those were Christmas gifts they brought for everyone—but they had gotten so caught up in the holiday fun that they forgot about them.

"Did Daddy agree?" Ginny asked.

“Of course!” Fred rubbed his hands together excitedly. “That Muggle introduced us to some fun stuff…”

They also brought out several flip phones, which, although useless in the magical world, they could play with. They even thought about making an anti-magic shield so they could still call home while at school.

However, most of the gifts were given to students who had never been to the magical world.

But Ron was unhappy because he saw that some members of the Slytherin Quidditch teams had received Coke and toys, which made him feel very resentful.

“And me?” he said, his eyes wide. “I’m your younger brother.”

“No…” George saw his brother’s face turn red and suddenly spoke up again, “I mean we didn’t give you a present, but the Muggles did. He gave each of us an owl.”

Fred and George seemed to be deliberately waiting for Ron to get angry.

Under the latter's angry gaze, the two men took out two cages. These two owls were the Muggles' greeting gift to them, which Nietzsche had asked Lockhart to buy—after all, Howard didn't know how to appease a proper 'engineer'.

“Fred, you have an owl now!” Ron wrinkled his nose.

“Yes, so the extra one is for you.” Fred thought for a moment, then added regretfully, “So you now owe me 15 Galleons.”

It was a scops owl, small in size, with feathers standing up on its brow that looked like a pair of long ears.

Ron eagerly snatched the birdcage; he had been waiting for this moment for far too long... The sharp hooting of the owl startled Spotty the mouse, who poked its head out of Ron's pocket.

“What about Mr. Weasley’s work at the Ministry of Magic?” Hermione asked.

"Who cares about that?" George and Fred both seemed very angry. They said sarcastically, "Anyway, Dad doesn't have any real power in the Ministry of Magic. This is perfect. He can do one job and get paid twice."

The important thing is that you get paid more for working for Muggles.

Nietzsche glanced at Scabbers the rat, noticing that the rat did indeed have relatively little fur on its head, and then deliberately said, "Some say Lucius Malfoy was killed by Black..."

The mouse rummaged through the clothes, pretending to examine the owl in the cage.