Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“Alright, let’s give it a try!” Malfoy declared, throwing caution to the wind, “Mimble Wimble!”

Susan timed it perfectly, activating the amulet the instant the tongue-tying curse made contact with her body. A blue-white halo flashed, deflecting the curse. Her practice of active defense had paid off at that moment.

This was the beginning of the battle. A group of people swarmed forward, and countless spells gathered around Malfoy.

"My legs are weak!"

"Kneel down!"

"Uncontrollable runny nose...petrification...eye problem..."

Nietzsche could no longer distinguish which attacks came from his own people and which were Malfoy and Pansy's retaliations. The spells were being flung everywhere, and some of the candles overhead were being deformed.

Suddenly, he felt Hermione tugging at his trousers, which then loosened after a while.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you," Nietzsche said, cutting a piece of bread for her and turning to comfort her.

“What the other Granger can do, I can do too.” Hermione pursed her lips and continued, “You’ve already given them enough. I think… no, I want you to turn your back on me.”

As she gained more experience, Hermione could no longer simply use terms like 'student' or 'prefect' to distinguish people in the school.

She no longer wanted to, but had to become a blade belonging to Nietzsche.

Although he couldn't see it, Nietzsche heard Pansy scream, followed by the sound of her falling to the ground and knocking a chair over. Malfoy was roaring, and then Blaise Sabini pushed through the crowd, his head hitting the ground and he passed out.

Through this gap, Nietzsche and Malfoy's gazes met.

"Ahhh! Come on!" Malfoy cried out in a frenzy, kneeling pitifully on the ground.

His legs felt as if the bones had been removed from his lower body, leaving him limp and sprawled on the ground. He could only support himself with his left hand, while his right hand gripped his wand and waved it wildly in all directions, as if trying to hurt someone with the stick.

Half of his face was swollen, and white snot was constantly flowing from his nose.

“If you have the guts… then kill me.” He glared at Nietzsche, a gurgling sound escaping his throat every few syllables. “I will not fall, nor will the Malfoy family…”

Not only Nietzsche, but Malfoy also glared at everyone around him with hatred.

Malfoy was completely disoriented and could barely hold his wand. He didn't think he or his family had any problems; he was only thinking about how to get revenge. But he couldn't even walk up to Nietzsche, let alone retaliate.

The gap that Blaise had created earlier was gradually closing up, and he could only vaguely see Nietzsche sitting in a chair through the gaps between people, like a god-like wizard.

Something has to be done...

“Heart-piercing…heart-piercing…wrist bone!” Malfoy muttered with his swollen lips.

However, the crimson beam of light ultimately failed to penetrate the crowd and only struck Ravenclaw's Padma. Even though the rune magic removed some of the magic, the witch still cried out in resentment and disgust.

Padma clutched her chest, gasping for breath as her companions helped her.

"How dare you!" Neville, his eyes bloodshot, gripped his wand without hesitation and, disregarding the consequences, plunged his lightsaber straight into Malfoy's shoulder. "Crushing Heart Curse...you shameless...little Death Eater."

Malfoy could no longer hold his wand; the burning pain in his nerves plunged him into complete darkness.

At that moment, the auditorium doors were blasted open by a spell, and Marvolo, like a savior, led Umbridge, who was wearing a pink nightgown, into the hall.

"Oh dear, you're actually fighting in private!" Umbridge spotted the mess of tables and chairs and the several people lying around, and rushed over. "What... what happened to Mr. Malfoy?"

“He attacked us,” Marvolo said contemptuously, nudging Malfoy with the tip of his shoe.

However, they made no mention of their attack on Malfoy, making it sound as if the other side had struck first.

Since he's already completely dizzy, you can't blame him for having preconceived notions.

Chapter 327 Umbridge: I've got you!

Hermione stood at the door of the school infirmary, her thoughts as complex as Crookshanks choosing cat food flavors, while Nietzsche stood behind several professors.

Cruelty, compassion, and tolerance may seem contradictory, but she understood how nuanced Nietzsche's distinctions were: cruelty towards enemies, compassion towards ordinary people, and tolerance towards companions.

She believed she should also be like a sharp blade, with the tip pointing outwards and the handshake facing inwards.

“As you know, Malfoy, Pansy, Burst…” Umbridge rattled off a long list of names, speaking arrogantly, “They attacked other students on campus, posing a high risk and a threat to the school.”

The school clinic was packed overnight, with most of the area divided up by blue curtains.

Umbridge was writing and drawing in a small notebook. Standing opposite her were Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal who had just been woken up by Madam Pomfrey, and Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin.

Nietzsche and Marvolo, on the other hand, pretended to be two obedient children reporting to the professor, standing silently behind their respective deans.

“Threat?” Vice Principal McGonagall frowned, repeating the other party’s wording softly.

"That's right, don't forget they're all from Death Eater families, their identities are sensitive..."

“He’s a student,” McGonagall interrupted Umbridge angrily.

Through the curtains, one could see Madam Pomfrey's busy figure and potion bottles floating in the air; based on the combined effect of dark magic, there were at least dozens of them.

Nietzsche clicked his tongue. If he hadn't sent Marvolo to call the pink toad, it might have been a group of students who had crossed Dumbledore's line.

They really have guts...

“Yes, they are students. That’s why I created the danger assessment form based on the list, isn’t it?” Umbridge glanced quickly at Nietzsche in the blink of an eye and continued, “The Ministry of Magic didn’t arrest them immediately.”

“But you can’t just arrest students because they’re using magic to attack each other!” said Vice-Headmistress McGonagall. “If that were the case, Hogwarts would have hardly any students left.”

So, Vice Principal McGonagall actually knew that students would always use magic in the hallways, but she would pretend not to see it as long as it wasn't under her watchful eye and violated school rules.

Wizards learn magic at school, so why wouldn't they use it?

“According to Miss Petit, Malfoy used the Unforgivable Curse. As the Vice-Headmaster, you should understand the consequences of using such dark magic, which is prohibited by the Ministry of Magic,” Umbridge said casually.

She took Malfoy's wand out of her pocket as evidence, and then pointed her own slender wand at the tip of Malfoy's wand.

"Prior Incantato (Flashback Replay)!"

This investigative magic is an essential spell for members of the Ministry of Magic. Under the guidance of the incantation, Umbridge's wand began to force Malfoy's wand to perform a 'spell replay,' projecting spell images from the tip of the wand in reverse order.

The Crucifixion's distinctive scarlet red gleamed before everyone's eyes; Nietzsche was all too familiar with this color.

“It’s the Crucifixion Curse…” Snape said hoarsely, his eyes closed, seemingly unwilling to face the truth.

“Then there’s no problem.” Umbridge nodded in satisfaction, his fat face squeezing into a disgusting smile. “For safety’s sake, according to the Special Investigators Act, the Ministry of Magic has the authority to monitor dangerous individuals.”

Is Hogwarts within the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic?

The answer is: Yes.

As soon as Ummelridge left, Professor McGonagall's frustration and bitterness turned into a heavy sigh.

Snape tiptoed to lift the curtain, glanced at the people on the bed, blew out the lamp, and whispered, "Dumbledore won't let her do this, you and I both know that... Draco is the key to keeping Malfoy in check."

It was 'Malfoy', not 'Lucius'; Nietzsche captured this detail.

“Who would risk their life for Albus?” McGonagall walked out of the school clinic and sat on a wooden chair in the corridor used for visiting patients.

“Narcissa.” Snape rubbed his temples in annoyance, giving Nietzsche a sidelong glance, before continuing, “Simply put, she’ll help whoever can guarantee Draco’s safety…”

"Even if this is Voldemort?"

“Even Voldemort.” Snape looked uncomfortable as he said the name, and you could clearly see him scratching his right arm.

Checks and balances—what a stupid excuse again.

Nietzsche was completely baffled. They had plenty of men and weapons; they didn't need a few defectors. Even a hundred fully armed Muggles would be cheap to exchange for the life of a wizard, let alone ten.

“But Albus isn’t at school right now.” McGonagall slammed her hand on the armrest of her chair. “That’s the most crucial thing!”

"Where did he go again?" Snape pressed.

“He went to find the Horcrux this time, with his old friend… He’s never around whenever something happens at school!” McGonagall almost shouted.

Marvolo walked away from Professor McGonagall and hooked Nietzsche's robe hem tightly with his fingers.

"Dean, I'll head back now." Marvolo looked every bit the good boy, and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I should have come to you first, but... but I don't know where your office is."

“You’re just a freshman, it’s not your fault.” McGonagall propped her head up with one hand and waved wearily with the other.

Aside from Snape, no one doubted that Nietzsche was behind it... to be honest, he really wasn't!

What did Nietzsche do? He merely mentioned it briefly to the crowd who had just finished their Potions class. The rest was just people settling scores and complaining.

Moreover, for wizards like Susan Bornes or Neville Longbottom, not killing these 'little Death Eaters' would be considered a change of heart, not to mention that Malfoy used to mock the Longbottoms all the time.

Oh, what? The Longbottoms weren't driven mad by Mr. Malfoy?

That's true, but the credit goes to Bellatrix Black and Barty Crouch Jr., along with their gang of Death Eaters. And isn't nepotism exactly what purebloods crave?

Hermione had the most direct experience; after seeing Neville pierce Draco's collarbone, she actually felt a sense of satisfaction.

Nietzsche, Hermione, and Marvolo walked down the stairs, away from the corridor of the school infirmary, and gradually slowed their pace as they reached the marble steps.

“I knew that old guy was hiding something; I’ve never seen him protect Slytherin students like this before,” Marvolo said.

He always referred to the great Headmaster Dumbledore in this way, to the point that even some of the unclosed portraits of him sighed.

“That’s called ‘equality’,” Hermione corrected in return.

“Yes, yes, equality~” Marvolo rolled his eyes. “I hope you can still have this attitude even if you know who Professor Glendale is. I told him Nietzsche’s analysis of the Horcrux’s whereabouts. He should still be looking for the treasure in Little Hangleton Village right now.”

No one can stop his revenge!

“That’s wonderful… I’ll write a letter to Rita tomorrow.” Nietzsche patted him on the shoulder and said with a relieved smile.

At the same time, Marvolo immediately retaliated, and the two's coordinated actions looked like those of close friends with their arms around each other.

Hermione, inexplicably angry, walked around Nietzsche to the middle of the two, waved her hand haphazardly, dismantling the bridge between them, and then unreasonably squeezed into the middle, roughly separating the two.

Hermione Granger: Don't corrupt Nietzsche!

“Rita? You want to deliberately leak this information.” She instantly understood the intention.

Nietzsche nodded and said, "Snape blamed me for disrupting Dumbledore's plans. Since the Malfoys care about Draco, they will definitely be paying attention to news about Hogwarts. This is a good opportunity."

He affectionately put his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder and used his right foot to feel for the next step on the moving staircase to see if it was an illusion.

As things stand, Nietzsche has only one way of dealing with the old aristocracy who are hindering the new world—kill them!

Forget about defecting, we don't need one more. At worst, we can kill all the Death Eaters. Nietzsche wants to see what kind of trouble Voldemort, who's just a coward, can cause.

(P.S.: Reading a novel is purely for fun and to spark your imagination. Reasonable discussion is fine. Honestly, if there are controversies surrounding the plot or characters, it should be considered a good thing, right?)

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