Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

The Dementor couldn't see anything, but it could sense that someone was standing in front of it. However, it couldn't move forward even half a step because Nietzsche extended his wand from the car door, which shone with a silver light.

The magic emanating from the guardian spell made it unable to move an inch, and its appearance, as if it were stuck in a door frame, drew laughter from many students in the carriage.

The laughter attracted the Dementor, which was extremely hungry. It made a gurgling sound as it inhaled at Nietzsche, and its tattered robe swept past Nietzsche's sides like black mist. Its rotten, pale hands also rested on Nietzsche's shoulders.

“Call on God---” Nietzsche’s voice was as soft as a whisper.

A tiny, serpent-like snake was clamped tightly around the Dementor's throat, silencing the horrifying gasp—a peculiar fondness of Nietzsche for chokeholds.

Logically speaking, Dementors shouldn't die, but being stuck to their bodies with the Patronus Charm made the agony of being unable to die even more unbearable... It became frightened and flew around wildly in the sky, occasionally crashing into the Hogwarts Train, which was forced to stop.

It tried to shake off the rune snake around its neck, but couldn't even scream. It could only frantically scratch its swirling face with its claws, tearing at its neck, flying further and further away. All it wanted was to escape as quickly as possible.

But this was in vain. Nietzsche's guardian spirit was not a bird, a lion, or a mouse, but a snake that could tightly coil around a Dementor.

Remus Lupin was awakened by the swaying of the train. He first stood up, pushed through the crowd, and glanced out the window... Wait, something's wrong. He looked again, and something was even more wrong.

Oh no, I woke up too quickly and saw a Dementor trying to commit suicide.

"What is that?" Granger asked nervously.

“Dementors…” Professor Lu Ping rubbed his eyes and said after confirming, “Yes, it is indeed a Dementor. It is a dark creature that sucks people’s happiness.”

"But he looked like he was in pain."

Remus paused for a moment, and to be honest, he also wanted to know what was going on.

“In fact, only the Patronus Charm can banish Dementors, but I’ve never seen a Dementor look like this…” He shakily pulled a few chocolates from his pocket and handed them to Granger and the other two students.

"Is it black magic?" Granger asked seriously.

"No, of course not, that's a powerful white magic."

Granger stroked Crookshank's head, his heart finally at ease.

As she marveled at Nietzsche's power, she thought to herself: How strange, it's clearly white magic, yet he uses it like black magic.

Chapter 343 Granger: I think I understand something

Things were progressing smoothly, with some deviations, but not far off from Nietzsche's impression of the experience—the weakened Professor Lupin was still a werewolf, and the Dementors were attacking...

Just to be on the safe side, he didn't follow them into the Great Hall, not for any other reason than that, who knows if Dumbledore would see through him.

Nietzsche walked around Clock Square and came to the garden between Owl's Hut and Hagrid's Hut. Under the moonlight, looking at the sundial by the roadside, he felt restless and had a strange feeling about being detached from the world.

How much time has passed in that world? Did Dobby successfully complete the mission?

He knew nothing about any of this, but all he could do now was to believe that Hermione would complete the rest of the plan in his place.

“I got it…you’re right, Professor McGonagall just gave it to me.” Granger came running out of Hogwarts Castle, panting, with a gleaming gold chain hanging in the air from her pocket.

She was all alone; I don't know if she wasn't afraid or if she was just plain stupid.

"Great!"

Nietzsche was about to take it, but Granger withdrew his hands and desperately covered his pockets.

"Wait!" She took a few steps back, catching her breath as she spoke. "Professor McGonagall said this was for my class. You knew the professor would do this, didn't you? What am I supposed to do now that you're given this?"

You use it during the day, and give it to me at night.

Granger remained unmoved, so Nietzsche snapped his fingers and walked on with his head down.

If he remembered correctly, Hermione was also called away during the sorting process for freshmen. She encountered people along the way, and could even hear the Sorting Hat's roar as she walked up the moving staircase.

Then, he led Granger to the eighth floor and walked back and forth three times along the white wall opposite the giant monster tapestry.

“I need a room where I can rest and study alchemy,” Nietzsche said. “What are you standing there for? This is the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.”

A simple wooden door appeared. He turned his head and found the girl still standing there, her mouth in an "o" shape. This made him smile smugly and clap his hands as if scolding a waiter.

"How about I leave the things at the door in the morning?"

“If…if you’re up to something bad, I’ll call the professor!” Granger threatened tentatively. “By the way, what’s your name?”

Nietzsche's mind began to work. First, he thought of Granger's explicit statement that there was no such person as Hogwarts.

Secondly, his past, that is, the future Granger, later learned that he would return to her past, and probably analyzed the differences between the two Hogwarts, so he had nothing to worry about.

No matter what, time will always be like an ouroboros.

“Vida,” he said seriously, “Darth Vader.”

His very slow speech made Nietzsche seem hesitant, which fits the character of a cautious 'time traveler'.

“Really?” Granger gripped the gold chain tightly, his other hand retreating into his sleeve. “Because Professor Lupin mentioned the Patronus Charm in the car, I believe you’re not a bad person…”

“Thank you for your trust,” Nietzsche cleared his throat and added, “Besides, you can’t beat me.”

Granger, her little scheme exposed, blushed and angrily pulled out her wand, gesturing fiercely at Nietzsche.

The matter was settled, and for the next few weeks Granger had a teacher named Darth Vader. She taught classes during the day as usual, and in the evenings she would come to the Room of Requirement with the Time-Turner.

In the morning, Granger would return to the eighth floor and find the time converter hanging on the shelf in the tapestry directly opposite the door.

She was quite happy; with Nietzsche around, at least she didn't have to worry about homework. However, after learning a few dark magic tricks (sandstorms, explosion spells, etc.), her temper became increasingly volatile.

"Ron is such a pain. I told him he went to the wrong potion shop and he didn't even appreciate it."

"That Draco Malfoy is no better, always spouting 'Mudblood' all the time... If I weren't worried about Professor Snape losing points, I would have challenged him to a duel long ago, hmph!"

"Nothing much happened today, except I punched Malfoy in the nose..."

Wait a minute, Nietzsche, who had been listening to her rambling, silently gave her a thumbs up.

Good! Well done! No wonder you're Darth Vader's student!

He's been suffering terribly these past few days. Even though he doesn't need to go to the front lines to kill people or set fires, just looking at Granger's face is torture.

Nietzsche always wanted to be a part of the other person's joys and sorrows, but every time he got to that point, a voice inside him would say, 'She's not the Hermione Granger you love.' To be honest, he never thought he would miss Hermione so much.

He sat there at his desk, trying to focus his attention on the time converter.

"Vidal, how did you defeat Voldemort?" Granger suddenly asked as he looked up from his pile of homework one weekend night. "You said you ambushed Voldemort, but he doesn't sound that strong."

"Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

“Oh, I see. When Harry was in Professor Lupin’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Boggart turned into Voldemort... Malfoy always made fun of us about it and even dressed up as a Death Eater.”

It's Malfoy again; he's like a persistent pest in every world.

Nietzsche noticed the anger flashing in Granger's brown eyes. He glanced at him, then immediately looked away, forcing his gaze to focus on the hourglass of the time converter.

“It’s my future, not yours,” he said softly.

“But we can’t just wait around, we need to prepare in advance…” Granger deliberately gestured angrily at him, “At least we won’t end up like you, having to sneak around like this.”

This was clearly a mockery, but Nietzsche laughed out loud, from a light chuckle at first to a fitful, table-pounding laugh later.

As soon as Granger uttered those words, he imagined what she would become in the future. It was like a spell cast forward with a wand, which would strike her on the back of the head more than ten years later.

"What are you laughing at?" the girl shouted angrily.

"You think I was really driven to this state by Voldemort alone? What a joke!" Nietzsche's smile gradually faded, and his eyes grew increasingly sinister. "Just when it comes to lackeys, I haven't even spared Death Eaters like Goyle and Crabbe who didn't graduate."

"Does that mean Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, Pansy... they'll become Death Eaters too?!"

Granger inadvertently overlooked their age and grasped the core of the matter, a keen intuition that Nietzsche had always admired.

That's true. If she were quiet and fearful, she wouldn't be a Gryffindor, nor would she have accomplished a great time travel like him.

“You have one right next to you.” Nietzsche pondered for a moment, and after realizing there would be no paradox, continued, “Spotted, it may be a little different from the other mice... Remember, trust your Crookshank no matter what.”

He felt sorry for the ginger Persian cat: You belong to her, not mine.

“But it’s just a rat, how could it be… a Death Eater?” Granger stammered in shock at the news. “No, I have to go and have Crookshanks confirm it.”

“That’s right!” Nietzsche called out to Granger, who had one foot out of the Room of Requirement.

"what?"

"be careful."

"Don't worry, I still have the magic you taught me..."

Nietzsche sat alone in his chair, stretching and feeling sorry for Peter Pettigrew, and hoping that Black wouldn't be accidentally injured by Granger.

After all, she is Darth Vader's student.

(I'll be resting tomorrow, so this crossing will probably end the day after tomorrow.)

Well, if anyone wants to see more about how Granger became the protagonist of his own world and how he ultimately failed, I'll write a free side story to supplement that later. (The main story is just to fill in the gaps.)

Chapter 344 The World After Nietzsche's Departure

(We won the revival match. I'm updating as usual today, just a little late. Sorry.)

As Nietzsche, relying on his memories, learns from the future Granger to modify the Time-Turner using alchemy, a series of chain reactions are unfolding in his original world.

First, there was Hogwarts. Umbridge received the Ministry of Magic's intelligence much faster. Upon hearing the news of Nietzsche's death, she excitedly kissed the letter and even thanked Voldemort in her heart.

How tragic for her! From a high-ranking deputy minister, she was sidelined and plummeted all the way down to an owl messenger... a messenger!

To put it nicely, he's an intelligence liaison; to be honest, he's just a lousy messenger with a penchant for tattling.

Therefore, on the second Monday after Nietzsche's 'death', she brazenly took over Hogwarts in the name of the Ministry of Magic's protection of the school, and even harbored some thoughts of suppressing the only remaining Hermione Granger.

Hermione, faced with the pink toad's absurd proposal to take over the 'Army of Gentlemen' and his oppressive attitude, had no desire to deal with it.

'How could he be dead?' Hermione spent her days sitting in Nietzsche's old spot, clutching books and documents, lost in thought. 'It was just Christmas, how could this have happened?'

On the night of the battle at the Ministry of Magic, she could clearly feel the fluctuations in her magical power. When the magic subsided, she thought Nietzsche was safe, but she never expected...

“I’m so sorry,” Umbridge said in a high-pitched voice as she stood in front of her. “The entire Department of Mysteries was razed to the ground, child. Even Dumbledore couldn’t have survived in that situation.”

"I understand..." Hermione said absentmindedly, scratching at the cracks in the wooden table with her fingernails, letting the sawdust fill her fingers.

The news struck her like a bolt from the blue: He's dead. When? How could someone as prescient as him die?

"So I was thinking, since Nietzsche was working for the magical world, shouldn't we respect his wishes?" Pink Toad deliberately pulled a long face and said in a crocodile-tears tone, "The Ministry of Magic should fulfill his great ideals."

Hermione didn't speak, but stared blankly at Nietzsche's handwriting, trying to find some secret in it, but she failed.

Daphne, leaning against the doorway, fiddled with her wand and said coldly, "Didn't you hear? Granger said she already knows."