Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

No one else noticed that Harry Potter had quietly opened the door to the stairwell cubicle. He stared in shock at the numb Mrs. Figg and Snape, who was sitting on the sofa deep in thought.

Nietzsche snapped his fingers and beckoned, and a clean teacup floated out of the kitchen.

"Harry, would you like a drink?"

Crookshan gave a lazy meow, which served as a greeting, and the party officially began.

Chapter 293 The Dursleys' Forced Separation

As Harry left the room, Petunia quickly found an excuse to ask Mrs. Figg to leave. She didn't want other Muggles to know about anything related to magic, and she certainly didn't want to ruin her reputation built up over decades.

What's even more amazing is that the couple sat down together again, pretending nothing had happened, seemingly putting on a show for Harry. But they forgot that it would have been hard for anyone not to hear their previous noises.

"Why are you all here? And... what's with those werewolves? With such a big incident, didn't Dumbledore make any plans?" Harry had a million questions he wanted to ask.

With Dumbledore both protecting the school and searching for the Horcruxes, he had no energy left to look after the wizarding world.

“That’s why I’m here. I hope you and Harry can leave this place together.” Nietzsche calmly poured him some tea and said gently, “This neighborhood is no longer safe.”

"Are you leaving? That's great! I don't have much to pack. I haven't even opened my suitcase since I came back from school."

But Harry glanced at the Dursleys beside him, their flustered expressions dispelling the excitement that had just risen in his heart... Right, it wasn't like he was the only one leaving. Thinking about it that way, there was nothing to be happy about.

This is not a matter he can decide alone; the Dursleys hold a very important position in the discussion of ancient magic.

Therefore, despite the Dursleys not being very likable and being conservatives, Nietzsche had to put in some effort to change their attitude toward wizards.

"You mean... that Voldemort... the dark wizard who killed Lily in the first place will come looking for us?" Penny asked cautiously, holding her teacup.

She was just an ordinary Muggle, and she couldn't accept things like death and murder for a while. She didn't even notice that Harry was adding sugar to his tea.

“They’ve already come to our door, Harry. Contact Black and move in during the summer.” Nietzsche gave Harry a suggestion he couldn’t refuse.

In fact, all the terrorist attacks these days were tests, since it was no secret that Harry lived at number four Privet Drive, so Voldemort was still testing whether Dumbledore had any hidden power among Muggles.

On the other hand, wizarding families' mansions are protected by many magical spells and cannot be marked in records, thus eliminating potential dangers.

Upon hearing Sirius's last name, Vernon immediately flew into a rage: "Black? That murderer! I will never go to the house of a wanted murderer...and Potter is not allowed to go either!"

“My godfather is innocent, he’s no longer a murderer!” Harry shouted back.

“Then you have another option—live with my Dean Snape,” Nietzsche shrugged, saying unequivocally. “However, given your relationship, I still recommend Black… Sorry, Professor, no offense intended.”

Snape gave him a cold glare but said nothing, only adding in a cooperative tone, "If you don't want that... little Dursley to die too..."

That one? You actually want to say a few words of criticism too, don't you, Professor!

However, Snape's suggestion struck a chord with the Dursleys even more deeply—although one of them loathed wizards and the other hated magic out of jealousy, they still loved their son dearly as a couple.

Look at Dali's size; the flowing cheese and frosting inside are proof of the pampering.

“I will never leave, this is my home! If anything breaks in, I’ll teach them a lesson.” Vernon slammed his fist on his thigh, the shot he’d fired a few days ago giving him renewed confidence.

“Darling… even if that’s the case, I won’t leave,” Penny said.

"Why? You can now access magic!"

“I once wrote letters, hoping that I could go to that school and that my parents would like me... But I’m tired. I have my own family now, and that’s enough. I don’t need to try to make my parents like me more.”

Penny's eyes glistened with tears of regret, but her tone suggested she was quite grateful for her current life.

Perhaps this woman was indeed heartbroken at one point, but that doesn’t mean Vernon’s life was built on lies; he simply filled the void in her heart at the wrong time.

However, Nietzsche suddenly intervened: "Petty, while magic can protect Harry, it doesn't mean your whole family is safe."

His words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the flame that had just been ignited in Vernon's heart.

“In that case, let Penny take Dudley away.” Vernon looked at his wife, feeling a sense of estrangement. He continued, “I… I just need some time to adjust.”

"Vernon!"

“I’m fine. I had no idea those wanted men on the news were actually dark wizards. I was such an idiot.” Vernon yelled at Harry again, “Now you can get out of here in peace, you brat!”

No matter how much they tried to persuade him, Vernon Dursley refused to move, firmly believing that the government would protect him.

Nietzsche pursed his lips, as if his meddling meant the Dursleys would be separated for a while, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing; at least the two of them wouldn't be living in a world of self-deception from now on.

Overall, however, the plan went smoothly; he used Marvolo to set a trap for Voldemort and the Prime Minister.

Since Harry is no longer a Horcrux, Voldemort will only resonate with Marvolo. Therefore, he will focus his attacks on Privet Drive, where he will collide with the Homeland Strategic Services, which is on alert.

This would both limit Voldemort's freedom of movement, preventing him from causing panic throughout Britain, and force the Prime Minister and Parliament to divert their attention, allowing the Ministry of Magic to produce magical items while they catch their breath.

The atmosphere at the Dursleys' house was somber. Vernon, holding his double-barreled shotgun, didn't say a word, while Penny started rummaging through the clothes.

Harry, however, was carefree and overjoyed. He even gave Nietzsche a big hug when he saw him off, probably already imagining how he would play with his godfather Black and Lupin.

“Yay! This is definitely the best summer vacation I’ve ever had!” Harry said.

Marvolo stood to the side with his chest puffed out, head tilted, and hands in his pockets, but he waited for a long time without receiving any thanks from Harry, so he just sulked.

"Me? The person you should really thank is me. Just a friendly reminder, Dumbledore has already thanked me."

“Thank you for what? Thank you for almost killing Ginny?” Harry turned his head away, his smile instantly vanishing. “You said we were even, so… so don’t think I’ll be thanking you.”

Nietzsche clutched his forehead in anguish. First it was Riddle and Dumbledore, and now it was Marvolo and Harry.

"Don't say that, he's Mrs. Hudson's little helper now~" Nietzsche chuckled.

“Let me make this clear first, I’m not afraid of a Muggle!” Marvolo straightened his tie and said with his head held high, “Since Mrs. Hudson isn’t afraid of magic, I will naturally thank her for taking me in, unlike some ungrateful person.”

Oh no, he seems to really think he's a good person.

"Really? With your character, wouldn't you be using magic as a bargaining chip?" Harry's eyes sharpened.

“Potter, it’s a win-win situation that Muggles are willing to let me use magic. It’s a lot of work for ordinary people to clean up chores. I’m not like you who only uses magic to take revenge on others. If I were you, I would use magic to improve the Dursleys’ lives.”

"It's not your place to tell me how to do things! You scoundrel!"

"You're so genuine, it's like you're a complete idiot."

Nietzsche, holding the cat, was sandwiched between the two, but unlike the Dursleys' quarrel, he actually liked this feeling and was happy to listen to these two rivals who had been together since the second grade bickering.

Snape stood silently behind the three, the evening sun casting a long and tall shadow of him.

It's strange, even though it's very noisy, it surprisingly makes me feel calm...

Chapter 294 The Secret of the Full Moon Potion

Since Harry had nothing else to do, he followed Nietzsche and the others to the small, empty house on Wisteria Drive. He plopped down on the comfortable sofa and watched Professor Snape inspect the potion-making equipment.

Potions... Harry has never liked this subject, but now it's different. Those tedious steps that used to be so boring now seem so interesting.

"The ingredients of the wolfsbane potion are aconite, morning dew, moonstone... Oh, and remove those modifiers from the ingredient list," Snape instructed as he added water to the crucible.

As the only living Potions Master in the magical world, Severus Snape did not rush to examine it. When faced with a new potion without any ingredients, his first step was to investigate its origins.

This is the safest approach, because their only clue is 'catalyst,' so they first eliminate ingredients used to soothe the mind or for medicinal purposes.

"Why don't you just make the wolfsbane potion directly?" Harry asked curiously. "Since Voldemort can use poison to make werewolves transform prematurely, why not just use the wolfsbane potion to suppress the effects of the poison?"

Snape sniffed and glanced at the other man with disdain, as if he had smelled the stench of a troll's saliva.

“Potter, I have no doubt that your blockhead can come to its senses. First of all, the wolfsbane potion is only used to suppress the effects, while the full moon poison allows the conditions for a werewolf to transform. These are two different things... The latter draws out the wolfsbane.”

"So what?" Harry was still completely baffled.

Well, Nietzsche admits that it's already a great mercy that his headmaster can make Harry pass every year.

“If we can replicate the Full Moon Potion, then we can crack it and develop an antidote for Wolfsbane,” he explained.

Every poison has an antidote, but the wolfsbane medicine, since its invention, can not be considered an 'antidote' but only a 'suppressant,' much like how Remus Lupin, a third-year student, still transforms every month, only retaining his human rationality.

No one knows why wolfsbane is drawn out during a full moon; therefore, the antidote to poison is the antidote to wolfsbane.

The Full Moon Potion...sounds beautiful, but it's deadly for werewolves.

Nietzsche's potions skills, while not as good as Hermione's, were still excellent. Combined with Marvolo Sisyphus, who had once been Riddle's ally, the two quickly compiled a long list.

Remove the modifier, and then circle some ingredients that will cause vigorous activity during the production process:

Horned camel horn, horned camel venom, Angelica pubescens, Loba worm venom...

“Colorless...odorless...the dosage of the Full Moon Potion is small and won’t change the water quality.” Snape unscrewed the bottle that the werewolf had drunk from, observed it for a moment, and continued, “It might contain ingredients for deodorizer.”

However, this method is too low-level. Adding ingredients to remove odors to the medicine may directly reduce the medicine's effectiveness by half or even negate it.

This involves a subtle point in potion-making: the off-flavors of many potions come from the ingredients themselves. Removing the off-flavors would render the ingredients ineffective, so the only solution is to improve the taste.

“Voldemort wouldn’t make such a basic mistake.” Nietzsche shook his head. “The werewolf drinks the water before going on stage, within a two-hour time difference, so it’s impossible for it to contain such an ingredient.”

In addition, due to the requirement of being colorless, they also excluded ingredients related to animal offal.

However, this was just the beginning. There were more than a dozen ingredients, and the random combinations could reach hundreds or even thousands. Even Snape was stumped and forced to return from the glory of 'rescuing the werewolves' to reality.

The ingredients on the table used for the experiment were all obtained by Nietzsche with his own money, but they didn't know where to begin.

“But what’s next?” Harry scratched his head, annoyed. “We can’t just try them one by one, can we? If you ask me, we should send Marvolo to look inside Voldemort’s head.”

"This is insane! Putting aside whether we have that much time, the ingredients alone will cost a fortune!" Snape said, shaking his head.

Combining them one by one is impossible... Nietzsche suddenly recalled his experience of taking Potions class when he first entered Hogwarts, when he used logical reasoning to deduce the Joy Potion and resolve Snape's challenge.

Yes, the purpose of each raw material is traceable, and it can be deduced in reverse.

"Thank you so much, Professor Snape, for making things difficult for me back then!" Nietzsche excitedly snatched the paper and pen, scribbling and drawing on it like a madman, muttering, "Werewolf madness... reason... transparency, plant roots..."

What are they worried about?

It's like a math problem; the answer is already there, so all you need to do is work on the proof.

Werewolves transform during the full moon and lose their minds due to wolf venom, which means they become mentally deranged. Angelica pubescens, on the other hand, can make people crazy and restless with just a small leaf, and in more severe cases, it can even damage the brain.

Of course, transparent medicines will not contain animal liver in their ingredients; they are mostly plant juices or insects. The plant ingredient that can be combined with Angelica pubescens is belladonna...

Nietzsche's mind was a jumbled mess; the clues turned into flashing images projected onto his brain.

Artemisia infusion? That's an ingredient in the Water of Life and Death, which might put a person's mind to sleep; two-ear grass, it's also possible, it's an important ingredient in compound decoctions used to establish a connection with the 'transformed one'.

As the scribbles on the notebook increased, Snape's eyes widened in shock.

“Yes, that’s possible… the reverse deduction is quite interesting…” The professor turned and glared at Harry, scolding, “What are you still standing there for? Chop everything up!”

They needed to try out several ingredients, so Snape had Harry help out by chopping the angelica root, pressing the berries into juice with the side of a knife, or grinding them into powder...