Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

This is different from war magic that is about to be lost to history. The reason why this kind of magic is not recorded is not because it does not exist, but because there is no way to record it.

Unlike spellcasting, it cannot have a unique spell system. So when powerful wizards reach the end of spellcasting, they entrust their will to runes, thereby making the surrounding magic energy continuously respond to them.

It's as if the wizard has formed a pact with all things.

Different wizards, different wills, and the same symbol produces different effects...

So the one who truly defeated Voldemort wasn't Harry Potter, but rather Potter's mother?

Nietzsche tried desperately to recall things about Harry. Since he had known him until now, he hadn't seen anything special about him. If he had to say anything different about him, he couldn't see any powerful magic of love.

He glanced dejectedly at the crack on the pendant, then suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

"The logo!"

Nietzsche stood up like a madman and began searching through the Rune Tables on his desk, pushing all the stacked books to the ground. Fortunately, Mrs. Pines did not see this.

That's right, the first thing everyone did when they saw Harry was look at his forehead.

He had seen that lightning bolt-shaped scar before; both Voldemort and Tom Riddle believed it was merely a mark left by their own killing curse...

"Lightning—Hagerette search, found!" Nietzsche put the symbol chart together with the Oxford University translation and began to compare them. "'?' is translated as 'Sigel,' representing God's victory over the devil."

He slumped blankly in the chair, his fingers digging into his hair, scratching his scalp vigorously.

The answer seems to have been found: Lily Potter, on her deathbed, used her will to protect her son by entrusting it to the runes.

Nietzsche kissed the necklace with excitement; if it weren't for it, he would never have thought of the scar in that way.

The problem is that the sun is generally a symbol of light overcoming darkness and a sign of victory, which is completely different from protection. In order to prove his conjecture, he had to ask a person involved.

“Riddle! Get to work!!” He wrote excitedly in his notebook, injecting some magic into it through the influence of the Horcrux.

As night fell and the library gradually became deserted, a blurry figure appeared beside him.

"I ask you, when you were possessing Harry's body and examining Voldemort's soul, was there anything strange about it?" Nietzsche asked impatiently before the figures could gather.

Riddle, who had finally come out for some fresh air, was startled by his disheveled appearance.

"What is it? Voldemort's soul is stable, you and that old man don't need to worry." He said suspiciously, "You called me out just for this? Couldn't you have written it down?"

Although he was in spirit form, Riddle thought he was asking Harry about his health, so he deliberately yawned.

“I mean—from a Voldemort’s perspective, is Harry qualified as a Horcrux?” Nietzsche ignored the other’s bad mood.

“If I were qualified, I should be speaking to you through Potter’s mouth right now.” Riddle, momentarily confused about what trick he was up to, scratched his chin and said with a smirk, “Why do you think Dumbledore trusts me?”

He shrugged, as if he were saying something regrettable.

Nietzsche's mouth dropped open; his suspicions had been confirmed—it was indeed true.

"Lily..."

"Why are you suddenly talking about this woman too?" Riddle frowned in disgust, as if he'd seen a fly on a loaf of bread. "I'll tell Granger about this next time."

He couldn't handle Nietzsche, so he planned to ask someone else to teach him a lesson.

It seems that Dumbledore often talked to him about Voldemort's failure and how he died as an infant.

"Don't you understand how you died?" Nietzsche glanced at him disdainfully.

“I know, it was just a reflection of the Killing Curse…” Riddle clicked his tongue, his voice rough as he mimicked Dumbledore’s slow tone, “That was Lily’s love for Harry~ Riddle, you would never understand.”

“That’s true, but do you know what the magic that reflects the killing curse is?” he said.

The Unforgivable Curse cannot be countered. Even if one learns the magic taught by Quirinus Quirrell, he can only stop some low-powered killing curses.

Among protective magic, the Armor Charm, which is most commonly used by Aurors, is even less likely to be used.

Nietzsche said, "Dumbledore wasn't entirely wrong; it was indeed 'love,' but to be precise, it was ancient magic, the will of Lily Potter...her will may have been suppressing Voldemort's soul."

Because of Lily's protection, the baby was able to retaliate against the deadly killing curse.

And Harry Potter is indeed a symbol of victory, but it belongs to Lily, not the wizarding world. She is like the sun, which may be shrouded in clouds, but people can't say that the sun has disappeared.

She is still alive, but in a different form.

“I understand why Dumbledore wanted Harry to face Voldemort. He knew about that ancient magic, but he only suspected that Harry still possessed that power…” Nietzsche shut his mouth and gathered his thoughts.

If this is the case, then Lily's power to defeat Voldemort should have also disappeared. The spear was broken the moment Voldemort died, leaving only the shield to protect Harry.

The crack on Harry's forehead is the best proof of that.

He was acting very strangely, as if he had stumbled upon a new realm.

It is a broader path, belonging neither to black magic nor white magic, but to runic magic, which is related to the essence of magic and may even surpass war magic, which belongs to the category of black magic.

“How could that woman possibly be in this field?” Riddle retorted dismissively.

“She walked out unintentionally… Don’t underestimate the will of a mother on her deathbed.” Nietzsche exhaled a long breath, biting the end of his quill pen, and said, “'Love' is just one way, it doesn’t mean that this magic can only go this way.”

He gazed intently at the necklace surrounded by many books, and he saw a new path.

Chapter 268 Practical Application of Occlumency

(Stocking up on drafts for the Lunar New Year~~)

The real Professor Moody woke up, seemingly still recovering from a half-semester coma. On Monday afternoon, Nietzsche saw him limping out of the school clinic in his hospital gown.

Madam Pomfrey chased after Moody, yelling, and the two argued at the door of the Dark Arts classroom.

"You can't be discharged yet!" Madame Pomfrey's face flushed with anger. "None of Albus's friends are easy to deal with..."

“It has nothing to do with Albus.” Moody said with a hand supporting his left eye, “Your technique isn’t that good either. My Magic Eye isn’t stable at all right now… Hurry up, I still have to teach my students later.”

"Albus went too far! You're still a wounded soldier!"

Madam Pomfrey stormed off, muttering complaints about Dumbledore.

The students at Hogwarts didn't know anything about Barty Crouch Jr., but they didn't see anything wrong with Moody either, after all, Barty's acting skills had fooled Headmaster Dumbledore.

Many of these things were habits that Moody himself had... For example, during class, he would always scan the students with that magic eye, and he was also suspicious, taking a sip of alcohol halfway through the class.

"Professor? How did you get injured?" Theodore asked curiously.

“Because of some things… dangerous things…” Moody nervously drew his wand. “Based on what you’ve learned, I’ve decided to put you through some tests! First, I’ll train your willpower!”

But the real 'Mad-Eye' Moody wasn't that great either; he was no different from Batty Jr.

If Scrimgeour hadn't been guarding the Death Eater, Nietzsche would have thought he'd returned...

"The Imperius Curse is the most vile and shameless of the Unforgivable Curses. Under its influence, many people will involuntarily betray their friends. The way to break it is through willpower. Anyone want to give it a try? Hmm?"

As soon as they heard that someone was going to perform, no one wanted to go up; they practically shook their heads off.

But Moody clearly didn't want to give up so easily. He turned his eyes around and quickly locked onto Nietzsche, who was sighing and thinking about his next direction of magical research.

“That guy… um… Sherlock Holmes!” Moody shouted, looking at the roster.

"what?"

Nietzsche walked blankly to the podium.

Is the professor applying what he just learned? Using his own personal experience as a teaching method?

"Get on!" Moody said sullenly. "I'm going to use the Imperius Curse on you in a moment. Calm down, don't think about anything, and resist my command, do you hear me? Get ready... Imperio!"

Nietzsche's mind went blank the moment the other's wand flashed red.

All thoughts, responsibilities, and morals vanished, and he felt light and comfortable all over. At the same time, he heard a voice that seemed to be asking him to spin around and dance.

But Nietzsche wasn't in such a hurry; instead, he asked himself, 'Why?'

He felt as if he had been doused with cold water, instantly calming down and overwhelming his desire to comply. At first, he acted as if he were deaf and heard nothing, but then the whispers in the classroom gradually grew louder and reached his ears.

Nietzsche woke up, though his body was still slightly tilted. He turned his head and saw Moody with a satisfied expression.

“Very good! You all saw that? This is what you should learn,” Moody said. “However, using it too much on people will weaken the spell’s power… From now on, each of you must break free from the Imperius Curse like him!”

It was thanks to the Occlusive Therapy that the effects of the Imperius Curse were isolated.

“Since resistance can be developed, the Imperius Curse should be easy to defend against,” a student asked him.

“But what if you get knocked out?” Moody explained in detail. “A person who is knocked out cannot think. I… I have an Auror friend who had this experience.”

Professor, is the friend you're talking about yourself?

For the next period of time, everyone experienced what it felt like to be manipulated, and even Malfoy was not spared. However, the professor did not do anything too outrageous, but just deliberately scared him a few times.

For the unsuspecting students, although it couldn't compare to war magic, it was still quite interesting, and they all experienced what it felt like to be controlled by the Imperius Curse.

When get out of class ended, Nietzsche called out to Grindelwald, who was about to leave.

“Professor Glendale!” he said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the necklace on his wrist. “How it used to work… I’m sorry, I just want to fix it.”

The old professor didn't show any surprise, nor did he ask how he got it from Hermione; a smile played on his lips.

“It…it was originally meant to forge an unbreakable alliance between two people through blood.” Grindelwald’s eyes showed a nostalgic look. “I’m getting old, so I think you young people should be able to use this.”

“But it was destroyed,” Nietzsche said.

“Because one party betrayed the other, but before that, the two had a symbiotic relationship.” Grindelwald paused, not intending to recount the past, and simply said calmly, “Is there a problem?”

But Nietzsche didn't just want to share the pain; he wanted to protect it.

In his previous research, he discovered that wizards could use their thoughts to give different meanings to the same rune symbols, and he also gained some inspiration from Lily Potter.

“I’m wondering if I could use the runes on this to create a new kind of magic,” Nietzsche said slowly, “but I’m not sure if it would overshadow the meaning you previously attached.”

Grindelwald squinted and stared at him silently for a long while.

After a few minutes, the other person carefully said, "My meaning vanished the moment it shattered."

The oath takes effect through runes. Since the 'blood oath' has been broken, its original meaning of 'protection' has also disappeared. After receiving the answer, Nietzsche left happily. After leaving the classroom, he went straight to the Room of Requirement.

The room changes according to the needs of the visitors; therefore, the original large bed was replaced by a desk, and the surrounding area was filled with alchemical items such as magnifying glasses and magic adhesives.

Nietzsche focused the light and, through his observational instruments, admired the fragments that resembled a golden tree.

“How can the hand that averts danger… be distributed through blood?” Nietzsche racked his brains. “It can’t be that part of the harm Hermione suffered is transferred to me.”

He pondered, what would happen if Hermione were attacked by magic?