Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“You are the part of me that split off! How dare you…” Voldemort raised his wand, his scarlet eyes becoming empty and cold. “In that case, I can let you and I enjoy life on earth together, and then pursue immortality together.”

But Riddle feigned surprise, covered his mouth, pointed at Voldemort, and then turned to look at Nietzsche on the dragon's back.

Is he deaf?

“Possibly…” Nietzsche shrugged. “After all, you took away a part of his flesh and blood, making him less whole.”

"Oh dear~ Haven't I made myself clear yet? The blood of the enemy... I hate you, Voldemort. You should have understood from the moment you thought your Muggle part was dirtier and tore it off... and it's not just you."

Riddle pulled his clothes tighter with one hand and pointed at the surrounding shadows with the other.

As Nietzsche jumped down, the dragon spread its spiked wings and shielded him and Hermione beneath it.

"Are you alright? Did you succeed?"

He checked Hermione for injuries and found that she was only a little dirty. Cedric, however, was not as calm and composed as she was. He didn't care about anything else, picked up his wand from the ground, and pointed it at the Death Eaters.

"Hermione and I were originally competing for the trophy, but Potter suggested we win together, so we came here... The Death Eaters attacked us like crazy, and then Hermione used some kind of magic to reflect all the spells back."

Although Cedric was a variable, thankfully nothing serious happened.

He excitedly recounted everything that had happened, from almost being eliminated to the joy before winning the championship, and finally to despair. Even when he confessed his feelings for Qiu Zhang, he hadn't experienced such emotional turmoil as he did today.

At that moment, Voldemort noticed the group of people who had jumped off the fire dragon.

When the other person looked at him, Nietzsche felt a powerful pressure drilling into his brain, and he desperately tried to shut his mind.

"Quirk~ Why am I not surprised at all?" Hatred flashed in the other person's eyes.

“Oh? I’m quite surprised,” Quirrell said casually. “I didn’t expect you to still be alive… I thought a rat like you wouldn’t survive long in the sewers after losing the Philosopher’s Stone.”

He hit the other person's sore spot—that painful memory of being just one step away from victory.

"Avada Kedavra!!"

One second Voldemort was stroking the snake that had climbed up his feet, and the next second he sprang into action, a green light tearing through the weeds on the grave and shooting towards the people in front of him with the whistle of death.

Lockhart, the most spineless of them all, lowered his head and clung to the fire dragon like an insect.

The magic within was unstoppable; the fully resurrected Voldemort was on a completely different level from the previous ghost, yet Quirrell withstood it... Purple magic emerged from the earth, altering the trajectory of the Killing Curse.

The green curse seeped into the earth without causing any explosion, but it caused a large area of ​​vegetation to wither and die.

They died...

"Kill them! Kill them! Otherwise, I will consider you all traitors!"

Voldemort's attack was just the beginning.

Among the graves, the Death Eaters in every shadow began to move. They all wore hoods and used unknown magic to veil their faces in shadow, while beams of different colors flew in from all directions.

Nietzsche remained unhurried and even listless—far less impressive than Heilbronn's ambush.

Despite the haphazard attacks, Nietzsche and Hermione were even able to retaliate... He calmly twirled his wand, deflecting several wands as he slowly stepped towards his opponent, cleaving a Death Eater in half at the waist.

Some people tried to run, but before they could even use their Ironclad Spell, Nietzsche's magic sealed their throats.

Under the cold protective gear and triangular air filter, his breathing sounded somber, each breath seeming to strike the hearts of the Death Eaters around him.

The crimson light made Nietzsche look no different from Death in the darkness.

Several spells struck the dragon's armor, but the explosion only enraged Smaug, and a fan of flames instantly engulfed the two arrogant Death Eaters.

Soon, Death Eaters discovered Lockhart, who had been knocked down, and tried to capture him to blackmail him.

"Expelliarmus!!" Lockhart frantically waved his wand.

A beam of red light struck the snarling Death Eater. Although the disarming spell failed as usual, it sent the opponent flying, its wand whirling as it fell to the ground...

In terms of effectiveness, Lockhart can be considered to have successfully disarmed the enemy.

"With this little bit of stuff?" Quirrell roared, panting heavily. "Voldemort, you're really going backwards as you get older."

He raised his purple lightsaber high, and a surge of magic instantly enveloped the area. Nietzsche then saw several Death Eaters being dragged into the ground by the magic, while others had their bones crushed.

Voldemort was the only one unaffected; he didn't even flinch.

"Don't worry, to be honest... I didn't expect you to come to me of your own accord." Voldemort raised his wand, and green flames shot straight into the sky, exploding in the dark sky and turning into a skull with a forked snake sticking out its tongue.

This is the mark of the Dark Lord, and it also illuminates the entire graveyard and the village below.

Under the green light, Nietzsche saw a shocking truth—a dense mass of dark shadows surged through the village and down the hillside; these were werewolves had joined Voldemort's side.

No Muggles noticed the fight, not because they were asleep, but because... they were dead.

Those innocent Muggles became Voldemort's first dinner after those werewolves joined him.

At the same time, a fiery red feather emerged from Hermione's collar, floated above their heads, and turned into a ball of flame. Nietzsche recognized it as a tail feather from the phoenix Fawkes.

"Protect Cedric and Harry, Dumbledore is here," he said.

Nietzsche leaped onto the dragon's back. The spells only made his head sway. The crimson light pierced through the passing Death Eaters like a spear, lifted them up, and threw them into the werewolf pack.

He transformed the dragon's flame into a massive blade using a transformation spell. Smaug flapped its wings and leaped into the air. The werewolf witnessed a scene he had never seen before before before, in his dying moments:

The Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon actually grabbed the flames with its hands and swept them across as if it were wielding a spear.

Flames devour everything.

Chapter 273 Gu Long and Shi Maoge

The village of Hangton became a breeding ground for darkness, as bloodthirsty werewolves, upon seeing the Dark Lord's mark, surged from the Muggle houses toward the graveyard, only to be met with dragon fire.

Smaug landed on his hind legs, straightened up, and with his claws gripping the flames, he fell from mid-air like a meteorite into the werewolf horde, intercepting Voldemort's reinforcements.

The dark armor and windows reflected the ferocious torso and flames of the Norwegian Ridgeback. With each deep, heavy breath, Nietzsche's every wave of his wand caused the enemies to scream in agony as the fiery lightsaber pierced their skin like knives.

The werewolves attacked swiftly, one after another. One of them slipped between the dragon's legs and bit Nietzsche's arm.

The Death Eaters and werewolves paid ten times the price to send a werewolf to Nietzsche, hoping to infect him with wolf venom. But their teeth didn't tear flesh; instead, they broke from the force of their blows.

"Looks like your teeth aren't very strong~" Nietzsche reached into the werewolf's mouth and pried it open with his bare hands, tearing the upper and lower jaws apart alive.

He should have felt disgusted looking at the bloodied and mangled wolf face, but the brain-blocking procedure numbed all his senses, allowing him to enter a new realm of sensation:

Absolute calmness, absolute rationality.

A strong smell of blood spread across the hillside of the cemetery, but it did not come from any of Nietzsche's group. Therefore, the werewolves began to fear and retreat after encountering Nietzsche, whose methods were even more brutal than their own.

Nietzsche's calm and brutal methods made it seem as if he were doing something perfectly normal.

“Monster…monster! Fenrir Greyback!” the werewolf said to a wizard dressed in black robes.

He was also a Death Eater, but he still retained the features of a werewolf – his nails and teeth were long and sharp, covered in blood, and he was taller than a typical hunched werewolf, with a black robe tightly wrapped around his body.

Greyback stared with lingering fear at his subordinate, who was covering his torn mouth and had barely uttered a few cries before being burned to ashes by the flames.

"Let it come here."

"Do you really want to do this?"

"I told you, bring it over! Only it can deal with the dragon!" Greyback held his wand in front of him, forcefully deflecting the fire lances hurled at him by the dragon.

Smaug looked down at the ants below the slope, and when she smashed the musket that Nio had conjured with a transformation spell on the ground, the resulting explosion shattered their flesh and blood, and she would happily spew out a ball of flame.

Suddenly, she and Nietzsche both felt the ground tremble, and the werewolves scattered and fled.

A figure the size of a small hill approached. It was a true giant, much taller than half-giants like Mrs. Maxim and Professor Hagrid, and even taller than a troll.

Nietzsche thought the description in the Fantastic Beasts book was quite accurate: usually, the mother of a hybrid giant is a giant, since no normal human woman could withstand a giant, let alone become pregnant.

"Tall Horse likes destruction, and Tall Horse doesn't like fire...heat!"

The giant, as tall as a four or five-story building, extinguished the flames beneath its feet with each step, and when it ran, the surrounding stones began to roll.

The tall horse rammed into Smaug, who was protecting Nietzsche, and he was surprised to see his fire dragon actually retreat.

The battle lines shifted backward due to Smaug, and she used the momentum to flap her wings and return to Hermione's side.

At that moment, the phoenix feathers began to burn, and then, amidst a melodious cry, Dumbledore and Grindelwald arrived, each holding one of the phoenix's claws, having been teleported here through Fawkes.

The moment the headmaster appeared, the Death Eaters around him began to back away.

"Long time no see, Tom...you two Riddles?"

"Was this also part of your plan?" Voldemort wasn't afraid; instead, his narrow nostrils flared slightly with excitement. "Trying to use this opportunity to wipe me out in one fell swoop? No! I'm stronger now!"

Dumbledore did not refute his statement.

"You have indeed surpassed us in dark magic, but... that's all you've got." The headmaster picked up Harry and said calmly, "How pathetic that someone like you has never seen a miracle."

"Enough! I have conquered death, and I am stronger than all of you!!"

A ball of fire flowed from the tip of Voldemort's staff, and the dense flames formed a serpent with sharp teeth.

Grindelwald, standing to the side, raised his wand high and pressed it down heavily on the fiery basilisk, as if an invisible knife had fallen from the sky. The moment the severed basilisk head hit the ground, it turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared.

But it was all in vain; amidst Voldemort's arrogant laughter, the basilisk grew two more heads...

No matter how easily Grindelwald resisted the flames, every time the basilisk was stopped, it would grow a third, a fourth head... and its size would increase until it grew a ninth head.

"You are old, but I am immortal!" Voldemort commanded the Hydra and his army to press forward.

Faced with the Hydra's tearing attack, Dumbledore muttered an obscure runic incantation, and with a gentle wave of his wand, cleaved it in two.

The Death Eater's spell flew toward Hermione's blind spot, but just as the beam struck her, it was inexplicably reflected back. Some Death Eaters who didn't have time to dodge died on the spot from their own spell.

The price of this loss was merely the magic within Nietzsche...

Voldemort's Dark Legion is troublesome, werewolves are weak, but no one wants to be scratched by their claws or teeth. Giants are a different story, as their skin is naturally resistant to magic and fire.

The werewolves and Death Eaters hid behind the tall horses, gradually tightening their encirclement.

But who do they think Smaug is?

She was destined to become the Dragon King.

Kill! Facing this group of beasts who had slaughtered the Muggle village, Nietzsche made no attempt to hold back. He rode on Smaug's back, the scarlet light representing 'torture' a harbinger of the attack.

"ong wasu dalie siwaha," Hermione thought, no longer needing to worry about danger, and focused her mind on reciting the Sanskrit.

The weather spell cast by the war magic filled the sky with dark clouds, and rolling lightning created cracks and craters in the earth.

But that wasn't all. Guided by Nietzsche, the yellow lightning bolts gradually turned red because of 'revenge' and began to condense, as if a red branch was growing upside down.

"Grab it." He tightened the rope, sending the fire dragon beneath him soaring into the sky.