Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

After school, he dashed into the basement.

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had just finished Potions class, and when they walked out of the classroom, their faces were filled with a relieved joy, as if they had just survived a battle.

"They're here so soon?" Karkarov also heard the school bell, but he only peeked out from the doorway of the dean's office, keeping his voice low, and only showed his whole head after the students had gone upstairs.

Headmaster Durmstrang and Headmaster Slytherin were too close, but they never wanted anyone else to find out.

He stepped back, letting Nietzsche into the dimly lit, damp office.

"If you get it, give it to me right away..." Karkarov said bluntly.

The pendant necklace isn't the key to the portal key, but rather a coordinate, because no one knows where the Champions Cup portal key leads, so they'll use Hermione's personal belongings as the location for 'revealing'.

After Nietzsche handed over the item, Karkarov went to the fireplace, glanced at it roughly by the firelight, and then looked at the small curl at the end of his goatee with surprise.

"A Vow Protector?" He had been casually hanging it on his finger, then carefully cradled it. "What a pity, otherwise it could be worth thousands of Galleons... maybe even more..."

Karkaroff's true nature was immediately revealed; his obsession with power and money made Nietzsche cough several times.

"I didn't ask you to act as a collector's appraiser."

"Ahem... I lost my composure. It's just that such exquisite things are so rare." Karkarov said disappointedly, "How could a little brat like you understand the value of an 'inviolable contract'?"

"Even stronger than the contract effect of the Goblet of Fire?"

The covenant of the Goblet of Fire stipulates that the chosen warriors must participate.

Although Nietzsche didn't know what the consequences of breaking the rules would be, the flame on that wooden quilt must have been... well... not just for burning parchment, right?

"More or less." Karkaroff picked up the pendant and turned it over, then continued muttering, "Judging from the crack in the middle, it must be a very ancient method. Durmstrang has some bloodline magic that is very similar to this."

The fireplace was ablaze, and Nietzsche, upon closer inspection, realized that the pendant resembled a wine bottle missing its cork.

Considering the cracks that resemble ancient runes, this pendant seems more like a protective spell related to bloodlines... So, to put it another way...

"If my blood and Hermione's blood were to mix, could we create a protective spell?" Nietzsche guessed.

"I don't know, but if you can fix it, I can give it a try." Karkaroff took out his rough wand, muttered some incantations, and the pendant slowly floated up, with red firelight and blue light intertwining and flashing.

Unfortunately, the beautiful crack, as striking as a golden tree, did not heal.

Sweat beaded on Karkaroff's forehead. After a long while, he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. But he didn't stop. He strode over to Snape's desk and rummaged through it.

He had to take something inconspicuous that he could carry with him.

In the end, I chose an empty potion bottle.

"Portus (Mentos)".

The empty magic potion bottle spun twice in the air before coming to a stop, its body turning very black and its luster dull.

Nietzsche took the bottle. Unlike the phantom manifestation, he didn't need to imagine the location of the manifestation in his mind. He simply recited a spell, and his whole body was pulled forward as if hooked by an invisible hook around his abdomen.

The taste was even worse than Apparition; in the blink of an eye, he was gone from his desk to the fireplace.

The door key is ready.

Chapter 264 Brain Occupation and Mind Control

However, this makeshift key could not last long. After giving his instructions, Karkaroff sneaked away, leaving Nietzsche sitting in a chair, holding the 'Blood Oath' necklace and observing.

It's not too late; the competition starts in over fifty days. Perhaps he should be able to make it...

"Igor didn't mess it up, did he?" Snape unknowingly crept up behind him and leaned against the door of the storeroom.

“Success! I’ll return this ‘manifestation’ item, and we can teleport to her side anytime.” Nietzsche transformed the firewood by the fireplace into a wooden box and carefully stored the damaged alchemical necklace inside.

Snape glanced indifferently at the doorway and snorted softly.

"He's still somewhat useful," the dean said.

However, Nietzsche ignored his appearance. It should be noted that Karkaroff, the true traitor among the Death Eaters, had only ever crossed paths with Snape. Perhaps it was only through the Dean's introduction that Karkaroff revealed many of the Death Eaters' secrets.

No wonder Karkaroff hoped he would kill more Death Eaters; perhaps some purebloods had been betrayed by him, but they were rich and would find excuses at the last minute.

The other side and Snape were comrades-in-arms.

“Alright, now that Granger’s safety is assured, let’s talk about you… Mr. Holmes.” Snape sat down gently opposite him, presenting himself to Nietzsche for the first time as an ordinary professor.

He didn't seem so gloomy anymore; he was just calm and collected, at most like a quiet person who locked himself in his research lab.

"Me? I can guarantee my own safety..."

“Yes, yes, I don’t deny that you are better than Potter in the field of magical research, but you should know that the Man of Void does not use the Imperius Curse to test the loyalty of his servants, which is why he trusts purebloods so much,” Snape said.

“Leech extraction?” Nietzsche thought of Riddle’s description of Headmaster Dumbledore.

Snape snapped his fingers, and a bottle of wine flew out of the private storeroom and poured into the empty glass in front of him.

"The purebloods' loyalty to Voldemort is real, and their fear is real, which is why Voldemort forgives them... He can see what people are thinking, so you must remain absolutely calm in his presence."

"He can see through your fluctuating emotions and connect them to your memories. The reason he is so feared is because he can always find the enemy's true weakness."

In the First Magical War in England, during that dark age, everyone who rebelled against Voldemort was naturally unafraid of death, such as the Aurors. Nietzsche believed that they had long been prepared to be killed at any time.

But what if the thing a person cares about most turns to ashes right before their eyes?

That's not just about death; they'll go mad, be held hostage and used as tools in Voldemort's hands, and cause every local battle to fail...

Conversely, he always managed to capture the desires of his followers and give them what the Death Eaters valued most.

This was Voldemort's 'trick'; before he stepped into the Potter family, few would follow in Dumbledore's footsteps and confront him head-on.

“That’s your problem! Holmes, you’re very clever, but the cleverer you are, the more things you can use!” Snape revealed the bloody truth: “He was different before his resurrection than he was after his resurrection.”

Nietzsche then realized the importance of the Occupational Theory: the more one sees, the more one exposes.

Of course, he never thought Dumbledore wouldn't be able to tell who was lying when the headmaster first met Black and Peter, but he couldn't continue to let the endless suspicion continue.

Doing so would only cause the trust between him and the principal to collapse prematurely.

“I understand. I will guard against Voldemort’s thoughts. And what about the spell?” Nietzsche said.

“Do you think this is a children’s Charms class?” Snape clicked his tongue and continued, “Have you noticed that your aversion to Miss Delacour is becoming less and less obvious? In Muggle terms, it’s called ‘resistance’.”

The magic that protects the spirit and soul cannot be explained in just a few incantations.

Nietzsche only had a strong reaction when he first met Veda at the beginning of the semester. After that, he was just cautious. As the impact diminished, his resistance naturally decreased as well.

"Do we need to constantly stimulate our mind to form a defense mechanism?" He recalled his previous feelings.

“That’s right.” Snape hesitated for a moment before looking him in the eye and continuing, “You can’t let your mind be so active. Instead, you have to stay numb. I will keep stimulating you in the process.”

This is not a good thing; it's tantamount to exposing yourself completely.

Frankly, it's no wonder that few people study Occlumency. During the learning process, no one wants to be seen as an exhibitionist. Wizards may be strange, but to Muggles, they are just odd people.

This also illustrates that Nietzsche had to place absolute trust in Snape...

The two men looked at each other, the firewood in the stove crackling and popping, and Nietzsche found it difficult to make a decision.

"You don't watch everything, do you?" He chuckled awkwardly, a sudden pang of regret creeping into his heart.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your and Miss Granger's romantic escapades... Of course, if it's another secret, then you'll have to see if you can keep it." Snape gave a malicious sneer.

He seemed to have finally waited for the day when he could take revenge on Holmes. He gripped the armrests with both hands and began to stare into Nietzsche's eyes.

In that instant, before he could prepare himself, Nietzsche felt a strange sensation: it was as if a needle had pierced his brain through his temple; it didn't hurt, but there was a noticeable swelling.

At the same time, his mind began to involuntarily recall scenes from his childhood:

Nietzsche was just learning to walk and had a little memory when he ran around the house on Baker Street. First, he grabbed a revolver that had been left on the ground and gripped the trigger hard, making a clicking sound.

Then I saw myself climb onto a chair, curiously looking at the brain tissue in the plate on the table, then babbling and poking at it with my fingers, and... and even putting the mucus into my mouth...

Where is Sherlock? Sherlock is still lying on the sofa sleeping, drool dripping from his chin down his neck.

'No, the next page, I don't want to see this scene.' Nietzsche roared inwardly, a roar only he could hear.

“WT... how have you survived until now?” Snape’s hoarse exclamation brought Nietzsche back to his senses. Nietzsche stared at him and said, “Now I know what’s wrong with your personality. No one in your family is normal.”

“No, there are still normal ones.” Nietzsche spoke up for Watson.

"Really? Let me take another look..."

"No! I finally managed to forget all of this!"

Nietzsche is much like the character in "The Scream," who had tried so hard to forget his past in order to make himself a normal person, but now he wants to remember it all again.

Don't do this kind of thing!

Chapter 265 The Unlucky Sherlock Holmes

From Snape's perspective, Nietzsche's experiences were already "richer" than most people's, after all, very few people have to have their stomachs pumped after accidentally ingesting formaldehyde, let alone a child.

It is rich in content, but so are the crises, and there are many ways to die.

Nietzsche was reluctant to recall those days that were almost a nightmare for him, so he once filled his mind with reading and reviewing Watson's case records.

Even though he tried desperately to suppress the throbbing in his temples and banish Snape's invading thoughts, those memories still flickered, intertwining with each other like playing several different film reels together.

One second it's 'accidentally pulling the trigger,' the next it's seamlessly switching to 'being held hostage by an armed assailant.'

Nietzsche recalled the moment when his life hung by a thread, and the fear and helplessness he once felt suddenly rushed back to him, along with the subconscious feeling he had as a child that the future was bleak and hopeless.

"Calm down, all of this is in the past." Nietzsche's mind was as reliable as ever, and he seemed to hear it telling him, "You are still alive."

His thoughts were like an inland empire, steadily expanding outwards, slowly eroding his other thoughts, making him very calm, and at the same time slowing down the throbbing memories.

It was as if he were bewitched by a Veela... no, even calmer.

"Am I still alive?" Nietzsche asked.

"Of course, and you have already surpassed yourself. Whatever doesn't kill you will only make you stronger."

Nietzsche remembered the most important thing... he experienced magic for the first time (in wizarding terms, it was called a 'magical surge').

He suddenly felt a chill, and the intrusive sensation had vanished. Snape's office was back in operation. Nietzsche looked at his hands and realized he was gripping the armrests tightly, his fingernails filled with leather scraps and sponge.

Snape wasn't even sitting; he was half-kneeling on the floor, using his elbows to brace himself against the sofa cushions to keep from sliding to the floor.

"Have I succeeded?" Nietzsche hesitated for a moment, then whispered.

“Not so good…” Snape said, curling his lip in mockery. “It’s a bit of a successful rebellion. Not bad for a first time. I just didn’t expect Mr. Holmes to have such a difficult childhood.”