Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

However, Nietzsche didn't dodge. After giving Rita a push, he swung his wand and shouted precisely at the red beam of light, "Obstacles everywhere!"

"What's going on? What's going on!" Rita was terrified and ran away without looking back.

First, Nietzsche reminded her, and then the attack she had just witnessed immediately turned the doubts and vigilance in her heart into motivation, and she rushed out in a flash.

Barty was stunned. His Magic Eyes clearly saw that Nietzsche had his back to him, and that he had launched the attack from a blind spot. According to the professors, wasn't Hermione Granger the most powerful student in the school?

Could there be another expert among them?

Chapter 260 You Know Nothing About Magic

This is understandable, since Grindelwald mentioned Hermione Granger the most every day, which led him to believe that Hermione was the most unstable element among the students who needed to be dealt with.

His arrangement was also very well done—since he's so capable, then let him go and protect her!

Unexpectedly, the confident stun spell was frozen in mid-air, its trail stretching out like a comet.

Obstacle spell? What kind of obstacle spell is this?

"Finite Incantatem!" Nietzsche realized that his opponent had made him invisible as soon as he saw that there was nothing behind the woods.

He thrust his wand into the mud, breaking the illusion curse and immediately revealing 'Moody'.

“Professor Moody, that’s not surprising at all,” Nietzsche said casually. “You’re here to see Rita Skeeter too? I’m afraid it’s too late… Mr. Crouch won’t be returning to Hogwarts.”

"Avada Kedavra!"

Barty Crouch Jr. was equally ruthless. After his sneak attack failed, he immediately revealed his murderous intent, and a green light, accompanied by a whooshing sound, flew towards the two.

Rita had absolutely no idea what was going on—Alastor Moody actually wanted to kill her and Nietzsche?!

"Help me...help me..." She felt a kick in her back and fell to the ground. The crocodile skin handbag, struck by the Killing Curse, instantly turned to ashes, and Death's scythe brushed past her.

"What should I call you? Moody, or... Barty Crouch Jr.?"

“Sorry, child, you shouldn’t have been staring at me.” Little Barty stammered and tilted to the side, his wand glowing, his face, covered in stitches, looking more grotesque and twisted than ever. “Hand her over, and I might spare your life.”

Nietzsche and Barty Crouch Jr., sporting a Moody hat, both stared at each other cautiously.

"Then use the Imperishable Curse? Or the Forgetfulness Curse?"

"It's your choice."

“Too bad, I don’t have the habit of leaving my brain to others.” Nie pressed his wand to his throat and whistled loudly. “Rita can’t die yet; she will be a witness for you and Mr. Crouch.”

His arrogant demeanor angered the other party; more accurately, it infuriated them.

In that moment of confrontation, Rita understood for the first time why those Muggle and half-blood wizards supported Nietzsche; a power radiated from him, a power that crushed everything around him.

“When did you figure that out…” Barty Crouch Jr. asked hoarsely.

"After Professor Snape's medicine was stolen, I knew someone was hiding in the school, and I also predicted that someone would make a move against Rita. Harry really trusts you; he didn't suspect you at all."

"Snape, I knew it was him! I knew he still cared about that Potter!" He suddenly became overjoyed. "I am the Dark Lord's most loyal subordinate!"

Ni looked at the other person with a strange expression, not understanding why Professor Snape had suddenly become the scapegoat.

Yes, yes, yes, Voldemort's most loyal servant, but he had no intention of letting Barty go. Magic surged from the tip of his wand, making it impossible for Barty to move...

"Thunderous explosion!" "Shattered to pieces!"

As the young Barty Crouch, who was entrusted with important tasks by Voldemort, he was not weak in terms of strength. Every move he made was filled with killing intent. However, no matter how powerful the magic was, it was like child's play in front of Nietzsche.

Compared to Hermione's dazzling war magic, he only cared about how to unleash the essence of magic.

“Child’s play.” Nietzsche raised his left arm and shoved the attacks aside, then dodged the killing curses mixed in with them and continued running towards his opponent.

"Flying sand and flying rocks!"

Perhaps knowing his movements were restricted, Barty Crouch Jr. made a desperate move, sending a red beam of light flying towards his feet and disappearing into the ground. The impact of the explosion allowed him to dodge one of Nietzsche's attacks.

He didn't understand what kind of dark magic the other party was using; he only knew that the barrier spell affected the entire area.

Hermione is indeed very talented, but if the other party bought a few more past issues of the magazine, they could find out his contributions to magic. He has no taste... Oh well, he's hanging out with Voldemort anyway, so he doesn't expect the Death Eaters to have any great taste.

But Barty Crouch Jr. didn't seem afraid; he spat blood onto the ground.

His forte wasn't these head-on battles. After flying out of the magic's influence, he immediately used a transformation spell to turn several vines into spiked chains, blinding Nietzsche's vision.

"You're too arrogant... What makes you think you can surpass Lord Dark Lord, huh?" He cursed as he fled. "If it weren't for that crazy woman Rita attracting attention everywhere, I wouldn't have anything to worry about!"

It's useless, all in vain. Nietzsche could feel the magic permeating all things.

His will surpassed that of Barty Crouch Jr. With a single grip, the obstacle before him crumbled as easily as flesh and blood facing magic, dragging the opponent to the ground.

The gravity magic spread out in a fan shape before Nietzsche, pressing his bones so hard they creaked.

"Extremely painful!"

“Voldemort?” He slowly walked up to Crouch, his red lightsaber burning through his clothes; the slightest touch caused the flesh on his back to hiss. “He was nothing but a tool…”

Nietzsche caught a glimpse of Barty's blood-stained fingers twitching, as if trying to hook the wand in front of him. With a flick of his wrist, two fingers, along with the wand, were severed.

The pain of a severed finger and the excruciating agony mingled together, startling the opponent's screams and causing several ball-escape birds to dart about.

“You—you damned Mudblood!” Barty Crouch Jr. yelled uncontrollably, “When he succeeds, you lowly creatures will only deserve to crawl on the ground! You all should die… Save me… Master.”

Unfortunately, Voldemort wouldn't go to Hogwarts alone; he was only thinking about immortality and revenge.

Perhaps Nietzsche used too much force, or perhaps Little Barty couldn't withstand the torment, but Nietzsche stopped his screams after only a few minutes of the Crucifixion.

When he dragged the unconscious Barty Crouch Jr. out of the Forbidden Forest and into the Owl's Hut, Snape was startled. He checked the boy's heartbeat and breathing repeatedly and pulled out various healing potions from his pocket.

"What's wrong with you? If he dies, how will we know about the Mystic's plans?" Snape said with a hint of disgust as he treated the man, handing Nietzsche a vitality tonic.

It seems these healing potions were originally intended for him, but ended up being used on the Death Eaters instead.

"Is that all? You're not even as good as Hermione in first year." Nietzsche kicked Barty with disdain.

He almost died in just a few minutes.

Chapter 261 Snape, the Skilled Interrogator

The Owl Hut is very close to the Forbidden Forest, which makes it convenient for Snape to provide support at any time, while also preventing Barty Jr. from seeing anything on the Marauder's Map. Now, it has also been used as an interrogation site.

When Barty Crouch Jr. slowly woke up, his face gradually changed—his broken nose was repaired, his prosthetic eyes fell out of their sockets, and the sutures on his skin gradually disappeared.

A pale-skinned man with freckles appeared on the ground; this was undoubtedly the true appearance of Barty Crouch Jr.

“Polyhydral Solution.” Snape pulled a curved bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and sniffed it. “Good news for Dumbledore: his men are still alive…heal quickly!”

The other person twisted their neck, making a cracking sound, and their slowly opening eyes were fixed intently on the professor.

"So... you're on his side now?" Little Barty said breathlessly.

The Resurrection Charm can indeed wake someone from a coma, but aside from emergencies, it is rarely used at St. Mungo's Hospital on a regular basis because the Resurrection Charm depletes the energy of the person being afflicted.

For an ordinary person, catching up on sleep would probably be enough, but for an injured person, it might be possible to jump directly from a coma to a state of lucidity before death.

Clearly, Snape didn't take the other person seriously at all.

"Poor Buddy, you still think the Dark Lord will come to save you, don't you?" the professor said softly as he fiddled with the other's eyelids to examine his eyes.

"I won't tell you anything! You bastard!"

Little Barty's limbs were crushed. Apart from twisting his body and shaking his head to express his anger and stance, he could do nothing, like a woodlice rolling on a wooden board.

However, Snape let out a cold laugh, took out his Veritaserum, and punched Barty the Younger in the nose.

"Have you forgotten what I used to do?" Taking advantage of his open mouth and scream, the professor grabbed his chin and poured the potion down his throat until the other's struggles weakened and his muscles relaxed before stopping.

When the owls, perched on their cages or roof beams, saw this, they all tucked their heads into the feathers on their chests.

A series of footsteps came from the stone steps outside. Nietzsche recognized the sound as high heels. The person who came was Rita, who still had that pig-faced look on her face. When she came in, she slammed the door shut.

At this moment, Barty Jr. has gained another enemy.

“I’ll make him infamous for eternity, damn it—Holmes, you never told me that I’d run into someone who wanted to kill me, and a real Death Eater at that!” Rita Skeeter plopped down in the doorway.

She's acting like a complete scoundrel, as if she won't let him and Snape go out without an explanation today.

Moreover, she seemed to have forgotten who had single-handedly stopped the attack and left Little Barty in this paralyzed state.

“Isn’t this the big news you’ve been waiting for?” Nietzsche grabbed Barty by the back of his collar, displaying him like a product. “Look, a real Death Eater, and Crouch’s dead son at that. What are you waiting for?”

"Death Eaters... Crouch's son... So Crouch knew his son had escaped, no wonder he kept muttering... But who were the people who died in Azkaban back then?"

Rita stared at Little Barty for a long time as if she had seen a ghost, and involuntarily moved behind Nietzsche.

“My mother.” Little Barty trembled as he answered her murmured words in a flat, emotionless tone.

The highly effective Truth Potion concocted by Hermione and Snape was so potent that even Dumbledore would vomit up the color of his chamber pot after drinking a whole small bottle of it.

“Although my father did not love me, he loved my mother very much. She knew she was going to die, so she begged my father to take her to Azkaban to see me. My mother and I exchanged appearances, and she stayed in Azkaban in my place.”

Upon hearing this news, which was enough to ruin Crouch's reputation, Rita excitedly stood up from the ground and walked over to him, momentarily forgetting the pain caused by the black magic on her face.

In a sense, she is really dedicated.

"Where are the Dementors?" she asked excitedly. "Can't they tell you apart?"

“Dementors are blind. They can only sense, not distinguish, the body transformations caused by Polyjuice Potion. My neighbor Blake used to use Animagus to avoid Dementors, and my mother was drinking Polyjuice Potion before she died.”

Fun fact about potions: When someone dies after drinking Polyjuice Potion, their body remains in the state it was in before death and does not revert to its original form.

Nietzsche suddenly remembered his first Potions class after the start of the semester, when Snape often said that "potions can bring honor and immortality," which could be considered a way to avoid death.

The professor tossed his wand aside and coldly tossed Rita Skeeter into a corner.

What is your mission at school?

“Protect Potter and help him win the championship.” Barty’s lips suddenly twitched, forming an ugly and twisted grin. “Finally, exchange the Triwizard Tournament trophy for a door key and bring Potter back to his master.”

There is only one person whom the Death Eaters call their master: Voldemort, as everyone in the wizarding world knows.

Rita then realized what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into because of Nietzsche. She shook her head repeatedly, filled with terror at the 'master' that Barty had mentioned—she didn't believe Voldemort was still alive.

"Impossible, that person is already dead!" She tried to scream, but the lumps on her body prevented her from making a sound; it sounded like she was pouting.

"Dead? Why not ask Karkaroff and Snape? The Dark Mark on every Death Eater is burning hot; the stinging pain will let them know that their powerful master has returned." Barty Jr. laughed loudly.