Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“To prevent Death Eaters from impersonating professors and breaking into the school, the Ministry of Magic will take some necessary protective measures for Hogwarts.” Scrimgeour bowed apologetically to Moody. “We will be sending investigators to the school.”

But then, Dumbledore turned to him seriously and raised his wine glass.

He continued, “When discussing Voldemort, we must also mention two other people—Nietzsche Holmes and Hermione Granger—who did not back down when faced with Voldemort and his minions, but dealt them a heavy blow.”

"Voldemort's methods of creating conflict are very clever. Not only do wizards need to trust each other, but they also need to have an unbreakable friendship with Muggles. I am glad that an outstanding student can recognize this."

As the headmaster made his gesture, many people turned their heads, and the Slytherin students raised their cups and proudly held their heads high.

Slytherin wasn't stubborn, he just needed a push. Nietzsche stood up, looking at the expectant eyes around him, his mind in turmoil. He realized how heavy the responsibility on his shoulders was.

No matter what, he couldn't see these living, breathing lives as just a few cold, hard numbers.

"I have nothing to say, folks—we are constantly pushing our limits, and any conspiracy that doesn't kill us only makes us stronger, but... I still hope you won't fall before the new world arrives."

This time, Nietzsche did not include a single lie, and therefore spoke very calmly.

He neither wanted Voldemort to win, nor did he want the peace between wizards and Muggles to be based on 'compromise'. He had never thought of raising an army of his own in such a hurry.

"This is a crisis, but also an opportunity to seize... To the New World."

"Homage to the New World!"

Everyone in the Great Hall did the same. In such a tense moment, they had to take some action to distract themselves. Not only Slytherin, but also the Weasley brothers from Gryffindor stood on their chairs.

His voice was loud and clear, and without any spells, it instilled fear in the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

“Albus, your student…” Mrs. Maxim said worriedly when she saw the look of fear on Fleur’s face. “It seems he doesn’t just want to oppose the Mystic.”

Dumbledore put his half-moon spectacles back on, squinted at Nietzsche, and stared blankly for a while before looking away and lowering his head in thought.

"Let the young people handle their own affairs," the principal said with a sigh.

After the banquet, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang left one after the other, as they needed to go back to make preparations.

Crookshanks climbed onto Nietzsche's luggage, sprawling on it like a turmeric tapestry. He, Hermione, and other students walked toward Hogsmeade Station, though this time there were more people with them than ever before.

It was another summer day perfect for travel, but Nietzsche only felt more pressure.

"Why should I go with you?" Marvolo Sisyphus interjected as the people around him squeezed onto the train.

"Two choices—the school or my home." Nietzsche patted his chest, warning, "It's alright, I'll let you sleep in my bed..."

But Marvolo revealed a cunning look, and said with a smile, "Really? You're willing to be so kind?"

Nietzsche didn't speak, but glanced at Hermione beside him, his meaning clear.

"What, my house isn't an orphanage. I actually hope you can stick it out for the whole summer..." He looked at her shrewdly with the eyes of someone appraising merchandise. "Sherlock should be very interested in someone like you who has come back from the dead."

Marvolo deliberately gagged a few times, seemingly expressing his disgust at the relationship between him and Hermione.

Just then, Harry and Ginny suddenly ran up from behind, each holding a wand and one arm of each other, and pushed Marvolo inside.

"What's going on with you? What do you mean by saying you saved my life?" Harry trembled with anger, his tone icy cold, a demeanor reminiscent of his most hated headmaster, Snape.

But the next second, their sleeves suddenly turned into a rope, pulling the two apart.

Even though Marvolo used his silent, wandless spell to demonstrate the distance between himself and Harry and Ginny, they still raised their wands without saying a word, ready to attack at any moment.

“Wait! I can explain.” Hermione drew her wand, stopping the three of them, and with a light flick, tossed them into the carriage like luggage. “Harry, Voldemort can't affect you anymore…”

On the way back to King's Cross Station came bad news: he could no longer sit alone with Hermione in the cubicle.

Most of the time, Hermione was the one explaining 'Hordeals' to Harry. When he heard that the pain from his old scars was caused by the rupture of ancient magic that led to a connection with Voldemort's soul, it took him a long time to calm down.

What Harry found hard to accept was that his fate had been changed by 'Voldemort' (he felt that Marvolo Sisyphus and Voldemort were no different).

“But he almost killed Ginny!” Harry protested for his partner, glaring at Nietzsche. “So you gave me the notebook so he could get inside me?”

The thought of Voldemort going in and out of him sent chills down his spine.

"You're perfectly fine, aren't you?" Marvolo said arrogantly and disdainfully.

“Even if you don’t save me, Dumbledore has other ways to kill Voldemort inside me!” Harry shouted angrily. “You’ve only made a deal to survive!”

Nietzsche covered Crookshan's ears to prevent the cat from hearing their swearing.

Ah, history truly is a spiral; how eerily similar this scene is...

Wait... Now that Marvolo is back to life and has saved Harry, wouldn't the most dangerous thing be... Nietzsche glanced discreetly at Ginny Weasley, whose face was puffed up with anger.

how could be?

Someone like him who advocates using aphrodisiacs at the drop of a hat should just give up.

Chapter 278 Dobby Infiltrates Behind Enemy Lines

When the train arrived at the station, Harry got off with a 'I'll be watching you' expression on his face.

Nietzsche's ears were finally a little quieter. He couldn't understand why Marvolo Sisyphus insisted on choosing the school he hated most, so he could only hope that Hermione would keep an eye on him.

But as soon as they got off the bus, they saw several house-elves weaving through the crowded people and running over to them under strange looks, trying to snatch the heavy luggage from their hands.

"Wait...who are you?" Hermione asked, casting a questioning glance.

Nietzsche was also completely baffled. He didn't remember hiring these little elves, and judging from their demeanor, they didn't seem to have mistaken him for someone else.

“Are you Mr. Holmes and Miss Granger?” A house-elf with a blind left eye said happily after seeing her nod hesitantly. “Stuart has been sent on orders.”

The other one was taller and dressed cleanly, while behind it was a shorter one, looking fearfully at Crook Mountain.

“I don’t remember hiring you.” Nietzsche felt a magical force pry his hands open, frowned, and said warily.

“It’s someone else, sir…” Stuart bulged his right eye and asked his two companions behind him in confusion, “Kevin, Bob, what did that minister say again?”

The tall, thin Kevin cleared his throat, raised his hand to control Nietzsche's luggage, and said gently, "We are elves given to the Muggle Prime Minister by the Department of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic, and we are responsible for taking care of Muggles."

It speaks clearly and is very polite, perhaps because it has worked at the Ministry of Magic for many years.

But that's just how the Ministry of Magic is. Perhaps they don't see house-elves as people, but as slaves, so giving them servants or slaves is a way of expressing affection... right?

It seems that even after Voldemort's resurrection, Fudge still intends to maintain a cooperative relationship with the Muggle government.

“You house-elves are different from the other elves.” Hermione finally gave in and let go. She noticed that these house-elves were different from other elves; their clothes were not made from discarded fabrics.

Kevin tugged at his small-sized overalls with displeasure, seemingly unhappy that they were too clean.

It said, "It's all Dobkin's fault. He insisted that Muggles like cleanliness, so he made us all wear new clothes..."

"Dobby?!" Nietzsche covered his forehead, suddenly feeling a surge of surprise.

He vaguely remembered that the other party had difficulty finding a job, but now he seemed to have transformed into the big brother of a group of house-elves, which was an unexpected surprise.

“Dobby was originally an unemployed, homeless elf who was taken in by the Department of Magical Creatures, but after hearing him say that he knew a lot about Muggles, the Ministry of Magic put him in charge of us,” Stewart said happily.

“But it made me throw away my old clothes!” Kevin exclaimed. “And we have to change into a new outfit every week… If the other wizarding elves find out, we’ll be a disgrace!”

Bob, the smallest of the three, whose clothes hung loosely on him, cautiously peeked out, seemingly terrified of Crook Mountain, which was a whole size bigger than him.

"But I feel pretty good; my old clothes were just too dirty..."

"This violates the laws governing house-elves!" Kevin smacked the other person on the head.

Well, it turns out that Dobby really was a 'freak' in the eyes of the elves, much like a Muggle singing the praises of a republic during the Industrial Revolution.

They are thus conflicted—house-elves can only take off their clothes when they are expelled and gain their freedom, but when they work in the Muggle world, they must change into new clothes regularly.

It seems Dobby really understands his own race...

Hermione was equally excited, so she hugged Crookshank and knelt down in front of Bob.

She fired off a barrage of questions: "Where are the Tobirites? So you were sent by the Prime Minister to pick us up, right?"

"Dobby...Dobby's still with the Muggles..." The little elf was bewildered by the question, but when it looked up at the station clock, it suddenly grabbed her trouser leg and shouted, "We're going to be late, Miss Granger!"

Under the stunned gaze of the Weasleys and Dursleys, Nietzsche, Hermione, and Marvolo Apparated directly into a deep alley.

Fortunately, there weren't many people around. It was just that a few homeless people passing by bumped into them, and they were so frightened by the sight of the six people who suddenly appeared that they fainted on the spot.

Not long after Nietzsche felt his feet touch the ground, he heard a sound of vomiting.

It was Marvolo Sisyphus. Having just been resurrected, he suddenly experienced an apparition. He felt a churning in his stomach, covered his mouth, and ran to the trash can in the corner to vomit up all the food he had eaten at the banquet.

"Hmph, Voldemort's soul, huh~" Hermione scoffed with a contemptuous laugh.

"This is physical pain, it's unavoidable!" Although the other person's voice was muffled, the exasperated tone was still audible. "My body's organs haven't fully adapted yet... ugh..."

It's a pity Colin wasn't here, otherwise Nietzsche would have filmed this scene and named it 'Voldemort's Moment of Shame'.

After he finally came to his senses, the three house-elves led them into the depths of the alley and pushed open a wooden door next to a pile of various vegetable leaves and rotten leaves.

Inside was a kitchen, but Nietzsche didn't see a single Muggle; instead, he saw all sorts of little elves.

They were all busy wearing those tiny white chef hats, looking like a group of children playing house. Each piece of tableware had its own purpose, and the little elves didn't need to lift a finger.

"Excuse me... Kevin."

"Aaaaaah! It caught fire on its own! I haven't even used the Fireball spell yet!"

"That's Muggle magic, Dave, don't worry about it..."

Nietzsche was dumbfounded. What was going on? When did Downing Street become a house-elves' relief station?

But he soon understood what was going on. After the other two elves took his luggage for safekeeping, Kevin ran into a door and soon saw Dobby appear in front of him with a 'bang'.

"Mr. Holmes!" The elf rubbed his nose, tears welling in his eyes. "Dobby did it! Dobby not only got a new job, but he can also dress like a fairy... These elves all listen to me..."

Nietzsche chuckled, raised his index finger to his lips, and then quickly pretended to scratch it after Hermione looked over.

"We're glad you're settling in... so what's the matter that you called us over?"

"It's not Dobby, it's Minister Fudge. He wants to discuss something with you." Dobby understood and swallowed back the words he was about to say, but still looked at him with admiration in his eyes.

"Let's go, Dobby, I'm not as familiar with this place as you are."

Nietzsche feigned calmness, but inwardly he was overjoyed.

Hermione, however, noticed something unusual. She found that, despite being guests, the house-elves treated her and Nietzsche with great respect, as if... as if they were working for them.

Chapter 279 The Beginning of Change

(Summer vacation episodes, roughly in order: sweetness, bloodshed, sweetness, bloodshed...)