Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

The entire Privet Road was like a magic wand that had been extinguished; apart from a few streetlights, only the sounds of conversations coming from other houses could be heard.

With Voldemort's terrifying attacks and the wolves that suddenly could walk upright, Muggles felt that the world had suddenly become very unfamiliar...

A strange thing happened: the sky, which was originally full of stars, suddenly turned completely black, without a single ray of light, and Nietzsche, who was waiting at the Dursleys' door, also noticed that he could exhale white vapor with every breath he took.

They're here, they're here.

Everything seemed to have plunged into the abyss of the sea, and Nietzsche, faced with this profound and oppressive darkness, did not hesitate to close the door.

He began to listen carefully, and in this boundless darkness, he heard hoarse breathing and a stench like rotting corpses, as well as whispers and ferocious laughter.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Nietzsche's wand, hanging by his trouser leg, emitted a cloud of silver light as he finished chanting the spell, followed by a snake resembling a Nietzschean coiling around him.

The light emanating from the guardian angel pierced through the darkness, and he saw countless black dots appearing on the street, while several Dementors with long fangs and claws were heading towards him, emitting hoarse and sharp screechs when touched by Runeboding serpents.

"Everyone's here?" Nietzsche cleared his throat and howled towards the outside of the courtyard.

Some of them were pale-skinned, fanged vampires belonging to the undead; ferocious werewolves... they were staring at him with greedy eyes.

This is practically a group photo of dark creatures, all of them oddballs who were Voldemort's accomplices.

“Tsk tsk tsk, the Freaks Alliance,” Nietzsche scoffed.

"Don't call for... handing over the Muggles, or you'll become one of us," the vampire wizard threatened.

"With those teeth of yours? Who do you think you're talking to?" Nietzsche grinned and raised his wand, using magic to rip the vampire's teeth off. "Voldemort gave you far too much courage."

Blood flowed from the vampire's mouth, stirring the other creatures' desires.

They pressed closer, but just as Privet Road was surrounded, a series of crackling sounds rang out, followed by a sudden burst of bright light behind them. It wasn't some guardian spell, but something far more violent:

A curse, like rain, swept through the wisteria path.

Tonight, Privet Road is destined to be a river of blood.

Chapter 300 A Battle Where Both Sides Suffer Heavy Losses

It was the house-elves who used Apparition to bring the reinforcements. Under the spell's beam of light, Nietzsche could barely make out that the supporting soldiers were all wearing white armor and helmets, and were firing and advancing in an orderly fashion.

Those E-11 magic blasters proved to be of great importance; Muggles only needed to pull the trigger to fire an explosive spell comparable to that cast by an adult wizard.

At first, the creatures were caught off guard by the ambushing SHD (Strategic Homeland Bureau) and were wailed all over the place by the fully automated spell.

But once they realized what was happening, the slightly stronger werewolves and vampires would pick up the corpses of their companions and hold them up in front of them, while the Dementors didn't need to dodge; the spells would simply pass through their smoky bodies.

"It's an ambush! A Muggle ambush!" a werewolf roared.

However, they also knew their objective. Some of the Red Hats and vampires stayed behind to help the Dementors kill the Muggles, while the rest charged towards the Dursleys' house.

The dark creatures were driven only by instinct, completely unaware of fear and death. As soon as one died, another took its place, tearing a gap in SHD's forces.

The white armor containing ceramic inserts began to shatter under the tearing of sharp teeth and claws, and blood began to seep from the black nylon. As long as there was blood, the half-dead werewolves and vampires would be jumping around again in the next second.

Nietzsche watched helplessly as the Dementors seized the Muggles, devoured their souls, and caused the Patronus to move aside.

The clash between curse and flesh, the battle between primal instinct and will, shattered the once pristine Privet Road, leaving behind limbs and debris everywhere. Explosions triggered sirens in the surrounding cars...

"Buzz---"

Just as Voldemort's vanguard stepped into the garden, Nietzsche moved. The Brake Charm granted him explosive speed, and he killed several werewolves with a wave of his hand.

The bats, transformed from vampires, attempted to smash through the glass and rush inside. Although they were born Animagus, they could not use magic during their transformation and were nothing more than flesh and blood.

To be honest, Nietzsche really enjoyed the thrill... When the lightsaber slashed past the red-hatted man wielding the iron bar, and the magic crushed the bat, he felt a kind of excitement similar to when he kissed Hermione.

It was as if... as if he was only truly alive again at times like this.

Taking advantage of the moment when its companions were out of sight, a vampire emerged from beneath the Dementor's misty, tattered robes and landed behind Nietzsche. Its pale, withered hand had already turned the doorknob, but the next second...

"Ahhh! My hand...my hand!"

Nietzsche looked back and saw that the vampire had left a mark on the Dursleys' door; looking across the cross-section, he saw that the spell had cut off a section of the flower bushes wherever it passed.

It was Professor Snape who completed his initiation ceremony—severing his hand.

"How did you manage to bring Voldemort here?"

“Give the Prime Minister something to do.” Nietzsche raised his wand and grabbed a few Death Eaters.

"Do you know you've put all the Muggles here in danger?" The professor frowned, then chanted a few incantations, causing a surge of heat to rise around the Dursleys' house, protecting it.

"No, I just made Voldemort aware of the Muggle Prime Minister's obstruction."

Nietzsche grew agitated. He was well aware of how absurd his actions were, and that Shylock would not tolerate such behavior that endangered others. But that was the difference between them.

At first, he tried to find evidence, thinking that evidence could ensure justice in the process, but he failed.

Only Mycroft could understand that profound helplessness, the helplessness of looking at those ugly faces and being powerless to do anything about it. He didn't want to live his whole life in this state of failure...

"This isn't just Voldemort! It would be even better if Voldemort could kill Moriarty first!"

Snape was in charge of protection, Nietzsche was in charge of slaughter.

Nietzsche had grown tired of those cumbersome formalities.

To prevent these creatures from escaping through apparition, he first killed the Death Eaters and the werewolves that were not yet fully transformed, while the rune serpent guardians tore at the Dementors.

Human wave tactics... might be somewhat effective against Muggles, but when faced with the lashing flames, those who willingly degenerate into Voldemort's followers would be burned to ashes at the slightest touch of a spark.

With his addition, SHD's troops slowly began to restore order, following Nietzsche's cloak as they swept to the left and right.

In the darkness, red beams of light flickered back and forth on the streets. Each disappearance of the light represented the entry of a lightsaber into a body, and each flash of light represented the passing of a filthy life.

By the time the last Voldemort follower died, the entire SHD force was almost wiped out.

“Sir…” Dark red blood seeped out from the cracks in the white armor, very conspicuous, and the voices came out faintly from the tattered, fully enclosed helmet.

They were unaware of the conspiracy and were grateful to be alive.

"Was he bitten by a werewolf?" Nietzsche asked, hiding in the darkness, suppressing his complex emotions. "You know what this means, don't you?"

"I know, Commander Moran has spoken about the dangers of wolfsbane... I will obey Commander Moran's orders," the wounded soldier stammered.

Even death?

The remaining five men fell silent; only weak breathing could be heard coming from their helmets.

“Alright, just kidding... your numbers.” Nietzsche made a choice in his mind. He could let these victims continue to fall into their destined fate, but he chose a compromise.

"Belongs to Unit 501, sir."

“Alright, follow the house-elves and burn these corpses.” Nietzsche glanced at the street with disgust and continued, “I’ll handle the rest.”

The streets were ruined all day, and I guess some ordinary people were secretly peeking out from their homes.

Nietzsche ignored everything else, extinguished the streetlights that had been turned on again because of the Dementors' disappearance, raised his wand, and with the help of the Restoration Charm, the damaged streets and fences were restored to their original state.

The corpses of those dark creatures were piled up, and when the flames swept through, nothing was left.

Should we save them, or not?

He looked up at the deep blue sky, wondering when all this would ever end...

(501st Legion is a Star Wars reference to Vader's Fist)

Chapter 301 Lockhart's Most Promising Episode

Such a major incident occurred on Privet Road; anyone who isn't blind or in a cage could see the extent of the firefight last night. Although the streets appeared completely normal the next morning, everyone could still smell that stench...

The strong smell of blood made it seem as if the entire street had been smeared with the blood of cattle and sheep. Muggles chatted excitedly about the beams of light and hoarse howls at night.

In the few days that Nietzsche was making the Dark Moon Potion, much discussion spread throughout Britain via radio and television.

While listening to the radio he had taken from the Dursleys' house, he fiddled with the prepared potions on the table, thinking about the few survivors of Unit 501. It wasn't that he had become soft-hearted, but rather that he had discovered an opportunity to win people over.

"Open the door! Holmes... I know you're in there!" But that morning, the door to the house on Wisteria Road was suddenly being pounded on.

That's strange. The voice sounds like a man's, but it's not like Vernon Dursley's loud voice, so... who would come knocking at this time?

Snape, who was lying on the sofa, turned over and opened his eyes with a look of weariness. Two pairs of eyes, bloodshot from staying up all night to make the Darkmoon Potion, met.

“Shut him up,” Snape said coldly.

It seems there's no need to guess who they're contacting...

Nietzsche reluctantly pulled out his wand, intending to quiet the other person down for a while. He opened the door, still feeling sleepy, and found Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed in a gray-blue suit, with a furious expression and a clenched fist, almost hitting him on the head.

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"Am I crazy?" Lockhart said, his voice agitated and low, like a lawyer loudly defending himself in court. "Do you know how big a mess you've made? All the Muggles are digging up information about wizards."

He paused for a moment, glanced furtively at the cars passing by and overhead, and then hurriedly squeezed into the empty room.

"The lights aren't on, and there's a whole bunch of smelly potions..." Lockhart said, covering his nose in disgust.

“I didn’t invite you to come and visit!” Nietzsche interrupted the other person’s idle chatter, yawning and impatiently raising his wand, which glowed with a dangerous red light.

“Alright, alright, I’m the hero,” Lockhart said. “You know… I’m close to those Muggles called ministers and councilors, and I heard they were planning to release some information about wizards, but I stopped them from doing so…”

As Lockhart spoke, he tapped his head with his finger.

Needless to say, Nietzsche could guess from his confident expression that the 'method' was to use a memory spell to modify the memories in the minds of some Muggle senators, making them temporarily forget about the matter.

On the other hand, he suddenly began to take Lockhart seriously. He hadn't expected that this guy, who performed on stage every day, could be so close to those congressmen...

"How do you know these things?" Nietzsche asked.

"Of course, it was those Muggles who said it. Come to think of it, they seem quite wary of me, the nominal founder of the Flying Cars," Lockhart said proudly. "They even personally asked me what to do next."

Seeing his carefree demeanor, Nietzsche suddenly realized something—the Muggle seemed to have mistaken him for someone else.

Lockhart always dressed herself up like a peacock, eager to attract attention. In addition, with Nietzsche and Hermione leaving the wizarding factory, some members of parliament seemed to mistake Lockhart for a wizard from the Prime Minister's faction.

"So you took it upon yourself to help me," Nietzsche said.

“What’s the big deal? We’re the best partners…” Lockhart said with a righteous air and a sly smile. “If we’re talking about who’s the best, I’d say I’m half your guide.”

Looking at this guy, he was indeed an unpredictable and independent factor. Because of his usual behavior, he was not affected at all.

First, Lockhart was merely a nominal founder of the factory. Second, he did not express support for the Ministry of Magic. In other words, Hermione's repossession of the alchemy equipment had nothing to do with him, and he still received the money he was entitled to.