Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Happy! Everyone..." Bode was still immersed in the celebration, and his whole body reeked of alcohol.

Suddenly, two men dressed in black robes carried Baldr into a deep alley in front of many Muggles, but the Muggles did not notice.

"Who?" Bode was completely powerless, and his hand, which had reached for his pocket, was grabbed. When he saw the two people, his sluggish brain began to struggle out of the alcohol's numbness. "It's you...? That traitor!"

He recognized Lukwood, Voldemort's former colleague who had served as his henchman during the First Magical War.

"Shh..." Lukwood comforted him, "We won't hurt you, old colleague... Don't worry, we just need to borrow your identity for a bit..."

Compared to his cunning nature, Malfoy didn't have as much free time.

With the wand tip pointing at his brow, Bode felt his veins throbbing, as if they were desperately trying to squeeze outwards just to avoid being poked.

"Enough with the nonsense, just leave it to Lord Dark Lord." Lucius grabbed him by the throat, and at this moment, he finally revealed the murderous intent of a desperate fugitive, rather than the arrogance of an old nobleman. "Lie down!"

Day .

Protected by runic magic, the Grangers saw the latest news at home—the Prime Minister was explaining the recent surge in werewolves, vampires, and Dementors causing sudden temperature changes.

More than trying to appease the British, the Prime Minister was concerned about the ridicule from other countries: the French thought the British were just playing tricks again.

Meanwhile, fully armed Muggles were entering the main hall of the Ministry of Magic one after another.

Day .

Nietzsche of the Ministry of Magic was searching through thousands of paper documents for his third-year 'IOUs'. To save time, he asked Tonks to help him find the relevant files as well.

"That's illegal!" Tonks pouted, extremely reluctantly saying, "If Remus finds out, he'll nag me about not following the rules at work... I mean, why do you insist on finding that time converter?"

“Because it is special,” Nietzsche said calmly.

For the same reason again, Tonks hates talking to people like Nietzsche because it makes her look stupid.

There were too many documents, and unlike Muggles, this place couldn't be stored with a string of data. Nietzsche had to search through tens of thousands of time-converter management files.

Historically, many people have used time-travel converters, and some have even disappeared or been completely erased...

“I really don’t understand, how can a time-twister be so special as to prevent you from being erased by time?” Her lower body and chair were covered by documents. “Third year…Minerva McGonagall…Ah! I’ve found it!”

Ni used both hands to support himself on either side, climbed out of the sea of ​​papers, and lay down to look at Tonks.

The document states:

[Minerva McGonagall guarantees this item was intended solely for Hermione Granger's learning purposes... Retrieved... Confirmed, the Time-Turner has ceased functioning... Does this mean magic directly affects time? To be confirmed...]

Inside the file folder wrapped in greaseproof paper was a bulging object—the time converter that Granger had left him.

But the clock had stopped turning, just as the document stated—it had lost its function.

"What are you going to do?" Tonks gripped the bag tightly, as if he wouldn't give it to him unless he explained himself clearly. "This is 'time'! Playing with time will not end well... You might even be erased from this world."

She possessed all the qualities an Auror should have, including the ability to judge danger.

Of course, Nietzsche could see her concern: Tonks believed that he was treating the entire wizarding world as a very irresponsible game.

“I’m not playing with time, Tonks. On the contrary, I’m filling in the gaps in history,” Ni explained, looking at him with an appreciative gaze.

"But it's abandoned now!"

“There are many things I can’t explain clearly, but believe me, I won’t joke with my own life.” Nietzsche snatched the time converter from the slightly loosened hand and hung it around his neck.

Seventh day.

Nietzsche sat quietly in the hall of the Department of Mysteries, unsure of who would arrive first: the Death Eaters who planned to break him out of prison? Or Moran, who intended to kill him?

However, one thing is certain: both sides want to kill him...

Seven, a perfect number, but the patrolling Aurors and Muggles were slowly losing energy. They began to show signs of impatience, after all, many of them had family matters to attend to.

The more agitated people are, the closer it is to the final charge.

Suddenly, Nietzsche heard several crackling sounds, much like the sound of a phantom appearing, but much quieter than a real phantom appearing. Immediately afterward, the ceiling above his head began to shake violently.

Just like Voldemort's movements, they are unpredictable and follow no pattern.

One second he could hear a few passing Aurors complaining about the boring Christmas patrols, and the next second the piercing alarms echoed throughout the entire Ministry of Magic.

They are coming.

Chapter 337 The Final Case

"They're here! Prepare to attack!"

Flames, explosions, screams, and curses pierced Nietzsche's ears at the same time, accompanied by the sirens, and countless spells shook the Ministry of Magic building to the point of collapse.

After a brief period of tinnitus, Nietzsche noticed that the sound abruptly stopped, as if a radio had been stopped. The eight floors above fell into a deathly silence for ten seconds, followed by a tremendous magical force that destroyed the ceiling.

Nietzsche was momentarily disoriented as shattered obsidian and dust filled the entire hall of the Department of Mysteries, while countless beams of blue, red, and green light intertwined and flickered.

Nietzsche gently raised his wand, creating a dust-free space around himself.

"Go get the things... the things the Dark Lord wants..." He saw several shadows illuminated by beams of light ahead and heard them say.

“Lukewood! I need to find my son!” a woman said anxiously.

"Sissi, the Dark Lord is holding off those good-for-nothings, and all you're thinking about is your own son?" Another woman was even more agitated; she was practically screaming. "Bring that thing here!"

"My husband will go..."

With just a slight tilt of his head, one could see Voldemort conjure a silver shield out of thin air, easily deflecting the spell while simultaneously unleashing a torrent of fire that engulfed the upper floors.

Nietzsche tore off the outer wizard's robe, revealing the black and green basilisk armor underneath, and put on the helmet.

Instead of immediately revealing himself, he first raised his left arm and randomly picked a few unlucky guys in front of him. Two of the Death Eaters were pulled in front of him before they could even finish speaking.

"Zzz~"

The Illumination Charm, with its energy that ignites wands, instantly tore apart the Death Eaters' bodies, and they could still feel the pain of the Cruciatus Curse before they died.

As they died, their facial features and limbs twitched and twisted into an irregular shape.

"Avada Kedavra! Enemies!" The madwoman reacted instantly, and a green beam of light, carrying dust, flew towards Nietzsche.

Nietzsche waved his wand, easily lifting the head of the wizard statue that had fallen from the first floor out of the ruins and smashing it down on the statue, while he himself followed behind at high speed.

The Killing Curse shattered the head of the golden wizard statue. Nietzsche bent down, passing between two other Killing Curses, and turned around to scoop up the rubble with his cloak. Taking advantage of the opponent's confusion, he switched to wielding his wand with both hands and swung it.

"Armor protection!"

"what!"

In a single encounter, Nietzsche nearly killed three Death Eaters, and he didn't utter a single unnecessary word from beginning to end.

The chilling breathing sounds and the unsettling red glow of the Cruciatus Curse caused the Death Eaters around them to involuntarily swallow.

As the dust settled, Nietzsche discovered that the female Death Eater covering her face was Bellatrix Lestrange, with a scorch mark on half of her face from a lightsaber, deep enough to reveal her teeth.

He looked over Lestrange's shoulder and saw the Malfoys; if they hadn't intervened, Lestrange would have been dead...

“Kill him,” Lucius said without hesitation, giving a wink to the Death Eaters who were gradually gathering around.

“This is none of your business!” Lestrange screamed incoherently. “You… filthy Mudblood… I’m going to kill you! My face… how can I face my dear Dark Lord?!”

Nietzsche remained calm in the face of a dozen or so top Death Eaters, and even twirled his sword gracefully.

"You think you can get out of here alive?" he mocked maliciously. "Ah, we're all old acquaintances, Fenrir's here too."

The werewolf Death Eater whose name was called retracted its fangs, its muscles tense, as if it were about to flee at any moment.

"Avada Kedavra!" "Rupture!" "Tear to pieces---"

Several different voices rang out from different directions. The spell passed through Nietzsche's cloak, blasted open the wooden door behind him, and debris and obsidian fragments flew into the air before piercing the flesh of the Death Eaters with unusual trajectories.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lucius and his wife ran into the Hall of Prophecy and slipped into the room with hundreds of shelves displaying crystal balls.

Nietzsche nimbly weaved through the dazzling beams of magical energy, manipulating everything around him with transformation spells and gravity magic, occasionally throwing his lightsaber and manipulating his wand to circle the Department of Mysteries.

“We can’t waste any more time, sir.” One of the Death Eaters collapsed to the ground in a sorry state, having just been nearly cut in half. “It’s a scheme!”

"Dolokhov, our mission is to obtain the prophecy!" Lestrange's rotting face was slightly leaking air.

“But we’ve been tricked!” Antonin Dolohoff said in a panic. “Look at the enemies the Dark Lord has to deal with… It’s the Christmas holidays, all those Aurors can’t possibly be working overtime at the Ministry of Magic, and what about those… Muggles?”

By the way, Muggles, but he had never seen Muggles cast dozens of spells in an instant without chanting incantations!

Lestrange looked up at Voldemort, who was struggling to fend off the rain of attacks, and was about to warn him when Nietzsche charged at him again, wand in hand.

Fenrir, the werewolf, could no longer bear the fear brought on by its wild instincts. Driven by a desire to stop Nietzsche's advance, it pounced on him.

"You're asking for it!!" Nietzsche heard Dobby's voice.

Fenrir, who had just jumped, hadn't even had a chance to show Lestrange his loyalty when he was hit precisely by six Explosive Curses at the same time, his chest blown to pieces.

The God of War leaps, the God of War sleeps.

Dobby rushed out from the stairwell covered in dark red blood, accompanied by a 'Muggle' wearing white armor, though the man wasn't wearing a helmet...

Everything was just as Nietzsche had predicted—Sebastian Morin arrived.

"It's you?!" Lestrange recognized the house-elf at a glance. She shouted angrily, "You're Malfoy's house-elf... Lucius! That wretched man betrayed Lord Dark Lord!"

Nietzsche raised his foot and stomped heavily on Fenrir's chest, crushing the broken sternum and the slightly beating heart to pieces.

The methods were even bloodier and more brutal than those of the Death Eaters, which surprised Bella.

Dobby neither admitted nor denied it, but simply looked at the disheveled Lestrange with disdain and burst into laughter: Everyone thought it was loyal... except Nietzsche.

"It's that Auror!" Antonin was terrified, and he crawled back a few steps in panic. "Moran!"

“That’s great, someone still remembers me?” Moran said happily. “Dobby, kill them all.”

Moran was overjoyed and decided to go on a killing spree.

“Yes, sir.” Dobby’s hand stopped halfway up, its round eyes glancing at Nietzsche before tilting its head and asking doubtfully, “Are you sure it’s everyone?”

"of course."

"But...but Mr. Holmes..."

“This is the Prime Minister’s order, Dobby.” Moran pulled out his wand, pointed it at Dobby’s forehead, and said coldly, “Or… are you, as his messenger, also planning to betray your master?”

Dobby gritted his teeth and trembled, his ears drooping listlessly.

However, Nietzsche remained silent, only feigning surprise as he held the wand horizontally, using the lightsaber to shield himself.

This brief conversation was packed with information for the Death Eaters: Nietzsche's Muggle reinforcements also wanted to kill Nietzsche and disliked the group of dark wizards.