Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Magic Chokehold!

Their bloodshot eyes stared at Nietzsche with disbelief, as if they hadn't expected him to actually make a move.

“But they are still minors. Should we hand them over to the Ministry of Magic?” Hermione seemed hesitant as she looked at the distressed appearance of her peers.

However, Nietzsche said: "So what? Even if they are imprisoned in Azkaban, so what? Voldemort and the Death Eaters will always find a way to get them out... Think about it, Lucius was alive back then, which is why all this mess is happening now."

Don't think he can't do math. From the very beginning, he made a deal with Moriarty, to the Horcruxes in his second year, he didn't miss a single one.

Hermione, on the other hand, gradually hardened her heart through her memories.

Nietzsche knew she was worried about Dumbledore, so he steeled himself, clenched his fists tightly, and heard the sound of bones breaking. Goyle and Crabbe were dead, their eyes filled with fear and confusion as they died.

Frankly, he doesn't trust any managers, from the Prime Minister to Fudge, Dumbledore... and he doesn't think this group of people will change their ways.

The remaining Death Eaters were dumbfounded. They never expected that Nietzsche, a fellow Hogwarts student and a fellow Slytherin student, would show no mercy and give them no chance.

In despair, the Death Eaters, driven by their will to survive, used every magic they knew.

"Fire...fire!" Some Death Eaters were thinking of taking everyone down with them.

But their skills were far from sufficient to control the Arcane Fire. Seeing that the thick flames were about to get out of control and harm the innocent wizards, Hermione simply turned her wand, causing the Arcane Fire to burn the Death Eaters to death.

They died without pain; they didn't even have time to scream before turning into a pile of ashes.

Who could have imagined their end would be so humiliating? They thought Voldemort had given them everything, allowing them to control the fate of others, but when faced with Nietzsche, who was even more ruthless than themselves, they didn't even have the chance to beg for mercy.

Dobby tripped over his broken arm as he carried the students back.

“Dobby thinks they deserved it!” he said proudly. “Mr. Holmes was right. If the Malfoy family had been executed or kissed by a Dementor, Dobby would have had a decent family.”

Amid the turbulence, the weakened Astoria awoke, flailing her limbs in mid-air like a drowning person.

“You’re safe now, all right…it’s alright.” Hermione’s attention was quickly diverted. She put her arm around the girl and gently ran her wand across the girl’s battered hand, but no matter how many times she chanted the healing spell, it didn’t work.

It was covered in traces of dark magic, and the humiliating writing could not be erased in a short time.

Look at these people, these innocent people being tortured. Perhaps some Death Eaters are just in the mood and won't actually kill, but that's only a matter of time.

If those young Death Eaters survive and escape, and then return to normal life like ordinary people after the war ends and everything calms down, is that fair to the innocent victims who have been traumatized?

In the current situation, their relationship with the Death Eaters is one of life and death.

“We’ve saved those who deserved to be saved, and that’s enough.” Nietzsche’s arms went under her armpits and pulled her into a hug.

Looking at the house that was about to collapse, he suddenly had a good idea.

“Dobby, take Hermione and the injured to St. Mungo’s Hospital first, then find Rita and a few other Muggle reporters and come to Nottinghamshire. Tell them… we have a big story,” Nietzsche said.

Hopefully, the Death Eaters will like this gift.

With such a successful operation, Fudge can send more people to form a temporary alliance with the Prime Minister, while he can continue to lead the troops as the person in charge.

Chapter 285 The Teetering British Magical World

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The Ministry of Magic will announce that it will join forces with Muggles to eradicate Death Eaters!"

The Daily Prophet was sent out in large quantities to every wizarding community, including Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, with the names of the Death Eaters who died in Operation Nottingham printed on it.

Saeki's camera, on the other hand, documented the deaths of every Death Eater and the destroyed gathering places.

Under Nietzsche's manipulation, Rita Skeeter skillfully wove several half-true, half-false stories with a shorthand quill, while Astoria was portrayed as a tenacious Slytherin student.

But this was just the beginning. Thanks to the lingering influence of "Thus Spoke Salazar Slytherin," many wizards not only accepted Slytherin but also saw the internal chaos within it:

Those are friends, those are enemies.

Nietzsche and Hermione followed them to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, where many pure-blood wizards who opposed pure-bloodism were receiving treatment in the Dark Arts Injury Department.

They stayed there until the next morning, when Daphne, who was all bundled up, came over with her owl. She went straight to her sister.

"There are reporters everywhere outside." Hermione said unhappily, pulling the curtains open a crack, letting a ray of light shine onto the ceiling.

"I'm just here to offer my condolences, but I can't exactly kick those people out, can I?" Fudge, with his belly bulging like a balloon, walked in from the doorway, his face as friendly as a good neighbor.

As Minister of Magic, he had to do something to make people see it.

Now that Voldemort has been resurrected, the old-school wizarding families, including the Death Eaters, will not let him go, nor will the conservative old wizarding families help him. Even the anti-Voldemort forces of justice hate him. Only Nietzsche and his group of newcomers will stand against him.

Fudge was also very successful, as his help solidified his position as minister.

“I never expected Father would use you to prove his loyalty…” Daphne’s face was gloomy, but her gaze softened considerably when she looked at her sister.

The reporter was brought by Nietzsche through Fouché. He leaned against the corner, carefully considering each step to come, rehearsing the choices and their consequences countless times in his mind.

He bit his licorice wand, pondering how to quickly ignite the rage of ordinary wizards, rather than just their fear of Voldemort.

The answer lies with Daphne—she can use Astoria's experience and the fact that her students are weaker than most to evoke empathy in the masses, and then use the closure of the wizard factory to stir up their discontent.

Fudge glanced at Nietzsche subtly, and upon seeing Nietzsche's gaze, immediately abandoned his ministerial airs.

“I sympathize with your plight, child. It seems the mysterious man has gone so far as to torture young wizards.” He put his arm around Daphne’s shoulder and led her naturally toward the door.

At first, Daphne hesitated, seemingly resisting the reporters holding cameras outside the door.

But when a therapist applied medicine to Astoria's hand, causing her to sob hoarsely from the pain, Daphne made up her mind again. After giving Hermione a stiff hug, she followed Fudge out of the ward.

The window was raised, and Nietzsche and Hermione crawled behind the curtains, looking at the crowded sea of ​​heads. They seemed like a new king and queen at a ceremony...

He saw Daphne wrapped in a green cloak, with only her pale blonde hair showing.

"Quiet!" Minister Fudge ordered the Aurors to block the crowd and shouted with great authority, "This is Miss Greengrass, who is in charge of the Ministry of Magic's alchemical equipment. She has something to say about this successful extermination operation."

Daphne said, "My sister, a third-grade student, was betrayed by my father to a mysterious man. They thought I would understand and agree, but they were wrong! I will never compromise!"

"The Mysterious Men and Death Eaters have used panic and brutality to bring our factories, which we've partnered with Muggles, to a standstill. People... they've destroyed our hopes time and time again. Are we just going to sit here and wait to die?"

In the midst of this fear as Voldemort was resurrected, they saw Daphne—a Slytherin who stood by their side.

The ordeal of Astoria Greengrass and the photograph of the goblin's head made wizards realize that the Dark Lord would not show mercy because of age, school, or race; he would only take mad revenge on the entire wizarding world.

Therefore, the wizards had no choice but to stand up.

“Even children are being attacked, how can we possibly escape?” someone roared angrily, holding a rolled-up newspaper above their head.

"That's right..."

"I finally managed to earn some Galleons, and they even shut down the factory!"

Nietzsche watched as newspapers and hats were tossed high into the air, some of which were owls that had just flown out from other wards to deliver gifts, only to be knocked off their feet.

Ordinary wizards were bound together by their shared interests, and that's exactly what he needed.

At this moment, Rita Skeeter, who was hiding in the front row of reporters, asked in a high-pitched voice after the angry clamor had gradually subsided, the question that had been agreed upon earlier in Nottingham: "So what will the Ministry of Magic do?"

"From today onwards, the Department of Magical Executions will be managed by Rufus Scrimgeour, and the number of scouts and Auror positions will be increased," Fudge announced loudly, placing his hand on Daphne's shoulder.

These subtle gestures were simply telling everyone that he, Fudge, was fighting for the victims.

"But you know Death Eaters are capable of anything to achieve their goals... So what about the others?"

This is a problem. The Death Eaters and Voldemort are so feared because they are ruthless and will even poison or threaten the Wizengamots with their own family members in order to succeed.

But this was also part of Nietzsche's plan.

“As a token of my gratitude, I am willing to hand over the original factory’s alchemy equipment to Nietzsche Holmes and Hermione Granger.” Daphne looked up and pointed to the two people peeking out of the fifth-floor window to watch the spectacle.

Following her finger, everyone saw Nietzsche and Hermione.

Who doesn't know these two? One is the literary world's acclaimed Slytherin, and the other is Gryffindor, who led wizards to see a new world.

The courtyard in front of St. Mungo's Hospital for Wounded Magicians fell silent. The wizards stared at the two of them, and the immense pressure made Hermione feel breathless. She shifted her feet and leaned close to Nietzsche by the window.

"The Ministry of Magic will establish a new department, and all wizards who lose their jobs as a result will be incorporated into the Ministry of Magic!" Nietzsche shouted.

This would alleviate anxiety during the war, and the new department could also begin producing magical armor.

The magic factory had already proclaimed the future and success of alchemy; he did this to encourage wizards to take initiative, after all, their only enemy wasn't just Voldemort...

"Ladies and gentlemen, think of your children and loved ones. We have no way out. Fear is useless. Rather than hoping that Voldemort will spare your lives, take control of your own destiny."

Nietzsche and Hermione interlaced their fingers and held them up in front of them, so that everyone below could see and understand what they were conveying—we are protecting each other, and we are also protecting you.

"We will fight in every alley, in every field, in every river and in every forest, and we will never surrender!"

"Until the New World, when we deem it appropriate, will use all its power to save and liberate the Old World!"

His speech was like a shot of adrenaline to everyone at that moment. There was no more doubt; Connelly Fudge already had his own team and there was no need to worry about anyone kicking him out.

As for Nietzsche, with Fudge's stability, his power reached its zenith at this moment.

Chapter 286 Lestrade: I need Sherlock Holmes!

Hermione, who had just returned home in the evening, was too lazy to move. She hung her cloak on the hanger, then collapsed onto the sofa and buried her head in a pillow.

This surprised Mr. Granger, who instinctively glared at Nietzsche with a stern look, wishing he could throw him out along with the bed he had just lain on.

Nietzsche just smiled awkwardly.

"We went to the hospital to visit our classmate."

Having reached the pinnacle of power in the magical world, he could only shrink back upon returning here... Mr. Granger exuded a natural pressure in his presence.

Hermione, on the other hand, suffered the same treatment.

"Mien, take off your shoes!" Mrs. Granger scolded her daughter, hands on her hips, "Or you can use your magical powers to clean the house tomorrow."

"Mom~~"

Hermione tried to fool them, but this trick obviously didn't work, so she lazily looked towards the door, which seemed so far away to her despite being only two or three meters away.

Nietzsche sighed and took the opportunity to escape from under Mr. Granger's nose.

The atmosphere in the living room was tense. The two men, who were usually so arrogant in public, were now sitting upright on the sofa with their legs together, like good students, while the Grangers stood in front of them.

"Where did you go last night?" Mrs. Granger asked, her brow furrowed, unusually angry.

If it were anyone else, Nietzsche would have been very impatient, but not this person. She was not only Hermione's mother, but also, to some extent, fulfilled the identity of 'mother' in his heart.

That's right... this little house feels more like home to him.