Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Cough!" Daphne grabbed Nietzsche's arm and pulled him out of the third classroom. "We're in big trouble."

"big trouble?"

Nietzsche looked a bit dumbfounded at this point, because he didn't know what else could go wrong... unless that idiot Fudge didn't do things his way again.

This is why he tries so hard to control the Ministry of Magic—everyone else is a fool, and listening to him is the only right thing to do.

“You said the Death Eaters would infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, right? But we’ve all overlooked one thing.” Hermione stylishly ripped off her rain cloak and tossed it onto the steps, saying anxiously, “The Ministry of Magic is beneath London!”

“So this will involve some additional…diplomatic matters,” Daphne casually picked up the thread.

“And I know one thing you know—the Prime Minister always wants to strip the Ministry of Magic of its power, which means that Muggles will take the opportunity to intervene in the Ministry of Magic under the pretext of ‘protecting London’.”

"Your informant, Gilderoy Lockhart, reports that Muggles have deployed some troops disguised as riot police outside the Ministry of Magic... Riot police? Is this a Muggle reconnaissance team?"

Daphne and Hermione worked in perfect harmony, seamlessly picking up where one left off, their conversation flowing effortlessly.

Teamwork... perfect coordination?

Nietzsche looked at the two women and noticed that they were both prefects, with strikingly similar temperaments and a decisive and efficient manner in their work. He couldn't help but think: if Hermione was his "peanut," then Daphne should be... something's not right!

"When did you two become so close?" he asked warily, pointing at the two of them with his wand.

“I would be happy if you could ask this question at a different time,” Hermione said indifferently. “You know, it was your idea to use Draco Malfoy as bait.”

She wished she could pry open Nietzsche's head and see what kind of tangled mess of brain circuits it contained.

Nietzsche shrugged absentmindedly, but inwardly he was overjoyed. He showed no concern for the 'bad news' brought by Daphne and Hermione; on the contrary, he was delighted.

"SHD's 501st Unit? Are you sure?" he asked excitedly.

In fact, Nietzsche didn't seem worried at all about the Prime Minister taking action against wizards, especially those Muggles and house-elves protected by the 'Darkmoon Potion,' which was an unexpected surprise.

“If Senator Lockhart remembers correctly,” Hermione sniffed, her face full of confusion.

“That’s wonderful. I’ll be at the Ministry of Magic for Christmas. Please give my best wishes to Sherlock and your parents,” Nietzsche said to Hermione.

An hour later, Professor Quirrell told everyone to stop practicing. The students left their Christmas wishes for the professor and walked out of the underground classroom, ending the last exciting class of the week.

But Harry didn't rush to leave. He squatted by the wizard's chessboard in the second classroom, as if waiting for someone.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche saw Sirius Black, who was noticeably taller than the other students, walk against the flow of people and embrace Harry tightly under the curious gazes of dozens of people.

"How did you get here so quickly?" Harry said incoherently.

"It's from that secret passage in the Whomping Willow... Didn't you say you couldn't come back for Christmas this year? So I thought, since you can't go back, why don't I just come to the school myself?" Blake said with a grin.

He's almost forty years old, but he doesn't have the composure of an adult at all; he's still like a child.

"Where's Remus?" Nietzsche heard Harry ask in surprise.

He's still at home helping your aunt pack her luggage...

"Wait, Petunia Dursley's coming too?" Harry finally snapped, flashing his prefect badge. "You can't just bring Muggles into school like this!"

Sirius didn't show any impatience with this responsibility; instead, he scratched his chin helplessly and let out a few dry laughs.

He said, “I can’t leave two Muggles in Black’s house… Listen, my mother is an absolute pureblood, and ever since Penny moved into 12 Grimmauld, she’s been cursing everyone every day.”

Harry, who had also stayed at the Black family's house, nodded awkwardly, his eyes showing sympathy.

“Right? And Kreacher, he washes every place the Dursleys have stepped on! That little madman…” Sirius continued to complain to them, trying to justify his actions.

But as he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed a few times, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

"But where will they stay?" This was Harry's biggest concern. He pushed his godfather away. "Let's get this straight, I don't want to fight Dudley for the blankets."

"What are you thinking? Of course, we're going to send them home!" Sirius was so angry that he jumped up and down as if he had been greatly insulted. "Remus and Tonks will protect them. I'll spend Christmas with you."

"But I don't have time to play... Godfather, I still have to learn from Snape..."

Sirius's eyes bulged, and he stopped his deliberately comical gestures.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” He placed his hand on Harry’s forehead, frowning. “He doesn’t have a fever…”

"Stop joking, I'm not kidding." Harry shook off the other's arm. "Everyone is preparing to deal with Voldemort, there's no reason for me to just sit here and rely on luck to escape from Voldemort time and time again!"

Despite the rather heartwarming scene before her, Hermione's face fell.

"Fine, I can't go home for Christmas either," she said, sounding a little desperate.

"Why?" Nietzsche asked casually.

"Don't forget, Professor Snape is trying his best to find some resemblance to Lily in Harry, and now Black is here too. If these two meet, they might just get into a fight at school!"

Now, before Christmas even begins, Nietzsche and Hermione have already found their place—one will spend it at the Ministry of Magic, and the other will maintain order at the school.

Daphne silently stepped back between the two of them, feeling sorry for herself, as she didn't want to get involved in any trouble besides her sister.

Chapter 332 Blake Feels a Sense of Crisis

Even if Snape is now a full-fledged professor and one of the most important figures in the British Potions world, how could he possibly teach Harry... at least that's what Sirius Black thought.

He caught up with Harry, who was rushing on his way, and desperately tried to find a reason to stop him.

“You should know he’s a Death Eater, right?” Black said, hunching over and whispering behind Harry. “Hey, it’s Christmas, you can’t stay in that stinky, damp place forever, can you?”

Nietzsche finally understood why Blake's Animagus was a big black dog—very loyal to its own people, but also very annoying.

Moreover, unlike flies, which can be swatted away, dogs, whether you like them or not, will always stubbornly stick to your feet, and that's what Blake is doing now.

“But Snape saved Remus!” Harry said.

“Him? Well…” Blake bit his fingernails impatiently, glancing to the side before continuing, “Strictly speaking, it’s actually thanks to your friend Nietzsche.”

Nietzsche knocked on the dean's office door. He looked at the chattering Blake and suddenly, for no reason, hoped that the professor wouldn't be in his office at the end.

But the door still opened, and Snape's face looked stiff, as if it had been exposed to the cold wind outside the window all day.

There was no light source in the room. Nietzsche smelled the odor emanating from inside; it was the scent of several antidotes. It seemed the professor was still rushing to produce 'Dark Moon Potion' in large quantities.

“Potter, if you’re not satisfied with my teaching, you can go find other professors… like Professor Flitwick, who was once a dueling champion. There’s no need to bring your dog here to scare me.” The professor heard Black’s voice.

After mocking two people at once, he turned to Nietzsche and asked, "So what do you want?"

“I won’t be staying at school for Christmas,” Nietzsche said honestly.

Snape slammed the door shut in annoyance, and after a minute he opened it again, the professor shoved a list of students who would remain at the university into his arms.

"I want to learn something useful," Harry stammered, looking calmly at the professor with his green eyes.

“Hmm.” Snape’s every word revealed his disgust for Black. “Why don’t you go to your godfather? Black, well, he can never do anything useful.”

After exchanging a glance, they both glared angrily in opposite directions.

"Didn't you see?" Sirius Black revealed himself, shouting, "Harry's a prefect now, and just as smart as his father..."

But the more Sirius said that, the redder his face became.

“I’m glad Potter isn’t as arrogant as his father, nor as naive as you,” Snape said shrewdly. “What’s that word again? Ambition? Listen to what he says about ‘wanting to learn something useful’.”

Nietzsche never thought these two could get along well; they both just wanted to see the shadows they wanted to see in Harry.

But today... Snape is in the veil of Sirius!

“I can teach Harry too!” Sirius exclaimed, furious.

"So what should Harry be learning now? Hmm?" Snape asked, tilting his head.

Nietzsche knew the professor was asking him a question, so he could only temporarily suspend his half-filled quill in mid-air and begin to ponder:

What is Harry's role? Voldemort, without a doubt.

“Attack, a fierce attack,” Nietzsche suggested. “Harry’s only target is Voldemort. He is a special weapon against Voldemort, much like the relationship between Medusa’s head and the Kraken.”

"No, no!" Sirius exclaimed, his eyes wide. "The Dark Lord and his gang could definitely figure that out too, so Harry's first priority is to hide himself!"

"Pfft---" "Cough cough."

The one who spits and laughs is Snape; the one who coughs to suppress his laughter is Nietzsche.

“Animagus? Oh dear, how come I didn’t think of that? Infiltrate Voldemort’s inner circle like you infiltrated the school back then?” Snape said in a low voice. “Or should Harry hide in the sewers like Pettigrew to avoid the Death Eaters?”

This meant nothing to Sirius, but it was a different story for Harry.

Peter Pettigrew—this name pierced Harry's heart like a thorn. Snape used this character to directly create a negative impression of the Animagus in Harry...

Harry hesitated between Snape and Sirius, a hesitation that Nietzsche saw as a 'failure' for Sirius.

“Your task is to kill him. Otherwise, everyone will help you clear a path through countless enemies.” Snape’s voice grew increasingly sinister. “Don’t waste the good intentions of your friends.”

“I will learn! But you have to give me some time!” Harry finally made his choice.

"Don't worry, I'll give you some time tonight... After all, it's really touching that a dog ran away from its mom's house to spend Christmas here."

After Snape finished speaking, he looked at Black with the contempt of a victor over a loser, until the door blocked their view.

As for Black, he swayed slightly like a malnourished hypoglycemic patient, as if he would fall to the ground at any moment. His godson, Harry Potter, chose the person he hated most as his teacher.

Moreover, he couldn't say Harry was wrong; he could only mutter complaints about Snape.

"If he messes with you, you have to tell me, okay?" Sirius Black seemed to be forcing a smile. "Also, if he tries to teach you the Unforgivable Curse, refuse..."

“Snape rarely uses the Unforgivable Curse,” Nietzsche said, supporting his headmaster.

He can curse occasionally, but others can't frame him without reason.

“Who knows?” Blake scoffed.

“Of course I know, because I’ve seen it. Professor Snape has his own ‘signature’ magic.” Nietzsche comforted Harry, who saw no hope for the future. “Maybe you can even learn one of the professor’s signature tricks.”

Judging from his usual classes, Harry's best skill is the Disarming Charm.

But how can that be allowed?

To deal with Voldemort, you naturally need to learn some ruthless methods. Nietzsche's study of Dean Snape's dark magic was quite good!

(Addicted to killing bugs, unable to extricate himself, he went from being a working dwarf in Deep Rock Galactic to becoming a 50-dollar buddy on Super Earth)

(By the way, Happy Lantern Festival...but the fox doesn't like sweets and refuses to be fed glutinous rice balls.)

Chapter 333 (Vision) Palpatine