Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Nietzsche smelled the stench of ambition emanating from the upper classes, who roared as if celebrating the coming of war, yet he was unusually excited; he was neither surprised nor angry about it.

“They want to seize control of the house-elves.” Hermione was very clever, and her experience allowed her to quickly arrive at the answer.

"Hmm." Ni snorted coldly through his nose.

As he expected, even though Moran is now the man behind the Prime Minister, he was once a wizard, and he still treats house-elves with a condescending attitude.

Oh~ how could these slaves betray their master?

“Ignore him, we’re just helping to wipe out the Death Eaters,” he added. “Trust Dobby.”

If you want to get rid of the people behind the prime minister, you have to start with what they look down on.

At dinner, neither he nor Hermione discussed these matters. Even though they were both on the front lines, both the Grangers and the Watsons were absolutely safe.

The Muggle Prime Minister has no intention of breaking ties with Hermione, and Moriarty can only remain behind the scenes. The group's primary targets are the Death Eaters and other wizards.

As he listened to the Grangers gossiping about what they'd heard at the clinic, something suddenly banged against the window.

"It seems like a letter has arrived from one of your classmates." Mrs. Granger opened the window, and a black owl rolled in from the windowsill. She was used to it by now and casually grabbed a handful of breadcrumbs from the kitchen.

The owl flew up to Nietzsche and, without hesitation, used its beak to untie the letter tied to his leg.

It was Daphne Greengrass. Now that the wizarding factory has been temporarily disbanded, she must have heard the news. And most importantly, the Greengrass family is also a supporter of Voldemort.

The letter read:

'We were urgently recalled to our family. My father wanted to persuade my sister and me to join the Death Eaters. The Void wanted us to help him attack Hogwarts... Protect my sister, she was arrested for opposing pure-bloodism.'

The owl will tell her her location. Also, some Slytherins have become Death Eaters, so be careful.

Nietzsche stroked the owl's black feathers. It seemed to have rushed over, finishing half a piece of dry bread in no time.

Daphne's sister, Astoria, is one of the few normal people among the purebloods. But that's fine; even if we can't find those Death Eaters who are hiding because they're wanted, we can still take down some of them.

He immediately ran to the living room, dialed the phone, and called Mycroft.

"I have news."

"Is it something you're doing, or are you handling it yourself?" Mycroft asked considerately.

“I have the exact location of the Death Eaters in the National Strategic Bureau’s operation.” Nietzsche thought for a moment and finally made up his mind, “We can apply to the Prime Minister to mobilize the Wisps, leaving no survivors.”

Involving Dobby sooner rather than later will help him gain the Prime Minister's trust.

Chapter 283 The War God of the Corridor

House-elves are highly valued. These magical creatures are already fast-moving and only care about giving orders. Now, coupled with a cold power machine, their efficiency has increased several times over.

Just one day after the message reached Mycroft's ears, Nietzsche, all ready to go, met Dobby at the Leaky Cauldron.

Hermione's loose wizard robes swayed as she walked, and her black leather boots made a rapid sound on the wooden planks.

Perhaps due to the news of Voldemort's resurrection, there were few people in the Leaky Cauldron, mostly unsuspecting Muggles. They made way for Hermione in her presence, but no one could see the house-elves.

Occasionally, a few wizards huddled together would look worriedly at the Aurors guarding the bar entrance.

"Mr. Scrimgeour and Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic insist that you represent the Ministry of Magic. You now have emergency authority, Mr. Holmes." Dobby's excitement was evident on his face.

Thanks to the support of the Ministry of Magic, he is now authorized by Mycroft to use house-elves and temporarily take control of their nascent team.

Nietzsche plucked a feather from the black owl that was resting on his shoulder and then released it.

"Avenseguim," Hermione said, tapping the feather lightly with the tip of her wand as she chanted the spell, a spell that allows one to trace a path through an object.

The feathers emanated a strange pale gold color, with a thin, long line running through the middle to the far end.

“Nottinghamshire…take us to the edge of the city.” Nietzsche stared at the direction where the golden threads disappeared for a moment, then immediately gave the order to Dobby.

Dobby waved his hand, and the other house-elves carefully grasped Hermione and Nietzsche's cloaks with their thin, bony hands. With a churning inside their bodies, the two of them were instantly transported from the Leaky Cauldron to an unfamiliar city.

In the small towns on the outskirts of the city, there are many football clubs. They look quite ordinary. Unlike Westminster, London, the area is sparsely populated and the weather is unusually harsh.

But after they landed and walked around for a while, they found that the feather had fallen back into the palm of the house-elf.

"I...I didn't do anything!" the little elf screamed in fright, clasping her hands together and raising them above her head, looking pitiful.

"It's just that the magic is gone," Hermione casually offered a word of comfort.

“It’s not that it disappeared, it’s that the owl entered an unmappable area,” Nietzsche said. “Any unmappable area will refuse to show the location in any form…Appare Vestigium (the trace becomes visible).”

A golden wisp of smoke emerged from his wand, clinging to the ground, and began to swirl outwards, its range expanding with the spread of magic.

Nietzsche was a seasoned hunter, very familiar with the Death Eaters' hiding methods. After the vortex dispersed, the two of them saw many new marks on the ground.

Like footprints, some are floating, while others resemble several frozen, constantly flashing figures...

Nietzsche followed the footprints and looked in the direction the blurry faces were facing. He noticed something: among the signs hanging at the entrances of those clubs were the names of several Quidditch teams.

“Death Eaters…” He took a deep breath, his face contorted with rage beneath his helmet, “Old friends.”

Nietzsche puts his helmet back on, and in this operation against the Death Eaters, he doesn't know who he will encounter—Hermione, who has mastered war magic, or Nietzsche, who has touched rune magic.

None of them is easy to deal with.

Twelve house-elves nervously surrounded the store, and when Dobby violently blasted open the door, dust and debris were swept into the gloomy club.

Under their respective blue and red lights, the two saw several goblin heads on the wall. Moreover, the wizards dressed in black robes were thrown to the ground by the force of the explosion, and they all seemed to be dizzy from the shock.

"Dobby knows...this is the family of fairies who were killed by the Dark Lord back then!" Dobby's voice was as shrill as a banshee's.

Hiss~whoosh~hiss~whoosh~

A red disarming spell flew out from the darkness, but when it hit Hermione, it was suddenly countered by magic and returned to the shadows.

The larger the number of people, the more advantageous it was for Nietzsche in the confined space.

With the weight of his armor, he forcefully bent the spine of a Death Eater, then gripped his wand and flicked it upwards, slamming another enemy against the ceiling while simultaneously cleaving him in two.

Sparks flew everywhere, and in the dark room, only Nietzsche's breathing and the flickering red light could be heard.

With each swing, even if some Death Eaters used Ironclad Charms to block the heat of the lightsaber, they still couldn't stop the crimson of the Cruciatus Charm. Those defensive measures couldn't even last more than three seconds in his hands.

No one can maintain other spells while suffering the torment of the Cruciatus Curse...no one...

"Kill the Death Eaters!" Dobby, perhaps influenced by his own experiences, was the first to pounce.

The house-elves tore at the Death Eaters with their teeth and attacked them with magic. The Death Eaters cried as they pulled arrows from their wounds, and some even began to fester as if cursed.

Those people couldn't believe it, and couldn't understand how these former slaves dared to lay a hand on the wizard.

"Where is Astoria?" Nietzsche left behind only one Death Eater.

The other person was held by the throat by magic and brought in front of him.

“I…I don’t know who you are…” the young Death Eater cried under the threat of death. “We’re new here, don’t kill me…Mom…Are you from the Ministry of Magic? I’ll confess, I’ll confess everything.”

This person is indeed very young, but what does that have to do with Nietzsche?

He realized this was a Death Eater stronghold, so he sent a house-elves to investigate.

For little elves like Dobby, they are very sensitive to certain tricks of the Death Eaters, almost instinctively. Dobby trembled as he climbed onto the stool, pushed off with his feet, and pulled the elf's head down.

Then they saw a staircase appear at the end of the club.

Nietzsche's breathing inside his helmet was like a fierce wind cutting through rock. He walked into a cave-like, deep stone corridor. Several green beams of light flew over, and without thinking, he threw the young Death Eater over.

As it turns out, the best thing to stop the Killing Curse is another life.

At the moment the Death Eater died, Nigel forcefully threw his wand, and the normally harmless Summoning Charm became a more terrifying spell in this narrow corridor—in one fell swoop, not a single living person could be seen.

The narrower the space, the safer Nietzsche and Hermione were.

The enemy's spells could not harm them, only depleting their magic power. However, when faced with the reflected attack, the enemy had nowhere to hide.

But when they marched unstoppably through the corridor and into the basement, they discovered it was the capital of a group of young Death Eaters, and among them was a familiar face:

Gregory Gore!

Chapter 284 The Battle of Nottingham

Flames burned in the iron pots and pans hanging from the basement ceiling, and the conflict escalated, just as Daphne had warned: some students at Hogwarts had joined the ranks of the Dead Eaters.

Of course, Nietzsche was not surprised at all by the people in front of him, or rather... he was the more fortunate one.

Behind them, in an iron cage, were several witches and wizards, including Daphne's sister, Astoria. Her face was covered in scabs and sweat, and her hands were covered in bloody writing.

Pure-blooded scoundrel, traitor...

"It's you!" Goyle was terrified when he saw Hermione, but then hardened his heart and pointed at them. "You dare come here...you Mudbloods! Why, why do you have to pick on me!"

The others looked anxiously at the tunnel behind Nietzsche, seemingly hoping for help.

But the fact is, the fact that the two of them were able to get here means that the group above is already dead... Some students were terrified and were muttering names under their breath.

"Avaldo the Death Slayer!"

The burly Crabbe launched the first attack, but the faint green light seemed ridiculous to Nietzsche; he didn't even bother to dodge.

When the Killing Curse touched the helmet, Hermione's necklace flickered, but Nietzsche didn't even flinch—a terrifying sight for the young Death Eaters.

Their enemy actually withstood a killing curse!

"Mr. Holmes, shall we make our move?" Dobby was somewhat reluctant.

“Leave no survivors.” Nietzsche lowered his head, speaking the cruelest words in the gentlest voice. “Dobby, if you let one Death Eater go, they will only perpetuate the hatred and cause more people to be harmed.”

alive?

He had always intended to spare these people's lives, as they might invite trouble once school started.

"But..."

“So what is your mission, Dobby? It’s to wipe out the Death Eaters. You’re fighting to defeat Voldemort!” Nietzsche turned back to stare at the group and said hoarsely, “I told you before, you’d better not get in my way.”

"You killed my father! It was you!" Gore roared madly. "I know, you came for her, didn't you? I knew that bitch Daphne would betray us!"

Ah, how funny.

Despite being a Death Eater who followed Voldemort in harming countless people, Old Goyle ended up portraying himself as a victim.

What's even more ridiculous is that they actually thought Daphne Greengrass was a 'traitor'.

“Betrayal? She never stood with you, so how could she betray you?” Nietzsche didn’t waste any more words. In the blink of an eye, he lifted Crabbe and Goethe up.