Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“However, coincidentally, we discovered the figure of a giant…” Ronan said slowly, with a sorrowful expression.

"So you think Hagrid will prevent you from fighting giants, werewolves, and the like?"

This is absurd, but not impossible. Given Hagrid's personality, he might actually do it, and Marvolo is also laughing at that silly, honest man.

Ronan's two front hooves rubbed restlessly against the stone slabs. Then he turned around and whispered to the other centaurs. It was impossible to hear what they were saying. They spoke very quickly and with many strange syllables mixed in.

“If they are wild giants, it’s fine. Hagrid, as the gamekeeper, has a reason to take care of them, so we don’t need to worry. But if they are giants with simple intelligence… that’s a bit troublesome.”

Nietzsche focused on 'wisdom,' which is understandable, given that he was Voldemort's vanguard.

Ronan continued, "The leader of them is a short and agile giant named Grop, who destroys the surrounding trees for the other 'humans' to reduce our living space."

It clearly distinguishes between the definitions of 'human' and 'beast', seemingly satirizing the Ministry of Magic's original definitions.

The problem lies here, which can be seen from Hagrid's teaching philosophy: due to his identification with the giant bloodline and the experiences he had during his student years, he would subconsciously confuse the two attributes together.

"And Smaug? I've already seen her masterpiece of fighting the giant on the way here," Nietzsche asked excitedly.

However, the centaurs looked at him with almost contempt, as if he were looking at dregs, and Nietzsche had a bad feeling.

"Do you really think we can tame a Norwegian Spinosaurus?" Bain said irritably. "It hasn't been with us for a long time... It's a shame, I used to really enjoy hunting with it."

Nietzsche felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of that fire-breathing dragon.

He hasn't spoken to Smaug for almost a year. Who knows if he'll be even harder to appease than Hermione? We shouldn't do this!

No, no, no, Nietzsche desperately pushed this crucial matter out of his mind and focused on dealing with the centaurs' predicament: figuring out Voldemort's purpose in relentlessly pressing Hogwarts.

“He was very anxious.” Nietzsche put himself in Voldemort’s predicament and reasoned from a macro perspective.

Horcruxes are what Voldemort most wants to protect. As long as one exists, even if the body is destroyed, the soul inside will live on forever as a ghost, which is even less than a phantom.

It sounds worse than dying outright, but it's also a kind of immortality.

Nietzsche's thoughts seemed to have returned to a time travel scenario; he raised his gaze to the highest point, almost looking down at the changes on the entire spider web:

Now that Dumbledore is still alive, Voldemort only has a few Death Eaters left who have been driven to the brink of desperation. Their primary objective will definitely be to save their own lives, so he will certainly have to protect the remaining Horcruxes.

The Malfoys and Lestrange are still alive... and given the close kinship between Malfoy and Lestrange, driven by hatred, he might replace Lestrange's role...

“We’ve been tricked,” Nietzsche said, looking at Ronan across the burning firewood. “You can’t hold out here any longer; you have to let those ‘people’ in.”

"What kind of joke are you talking about?" Bain, being straightforward, immediately retorted angrily, "The Forbidden Forest is centaur territory, and we never surrender to intruders unless they step over my body!"

Even the mild-mannered Ronan frowned, so he did not stop Bane's rudeness.

But Marvolo seemed to understand his idea and explained, "Those are Voldemort's army."

Nietzsche expected the centaurs to show fear, and just as he predicted, they all became very uneasy upon hearing the name.

But his reasoning wouldn't be wrong; Voldemort wouldn't be foolish enough to expose himself when his chances of winning were slim.

“You must move your defensive line back, creating an illusion for Voldemort,” Nietzsche earnestly requested. “As you say, the Forbidden Forest is your territory, and you can use it to open up the depths.”

Nietzsche launched a lobbying campaign.

His words were interspersed with flattery, while also affirming the centaur's ideas, which eased their mindset. Judging from their whispers, the effect was quite remarkable.

"Even Hermione couldn't convince this group of stubborn people, but you can?" Marvolo whispered in his ear in surprise.

“Equality… what the centaurs need is an equal gaze. We are cooperating, not commanding.” Nietzsche practically swaggered up to the moon. “This kind of lobbying is worse than my uncle’s.”

Voldemort is now like a stagnant pool, terrified and only daring to use such petty tricks to divert attention.

Conversely, after a series of defeats, Voldemort must have hoped to wash away the dignity he valued with a victory. Therefore, Nietzsche planned to throw the fishhook of 'victory' into stagnant water.

This move, this move is called 'luring the enemy into a trap'.

Chapter 365 Harry Inherits Black's Fortune

After a series of discussions, the centaurs dared not break the sea gate lightly, fearing that once the breach was opened, it would never be able to be closed again. To put their minds at ease, Nietzsche had no choice but to coax Smaug back.

It sounds simple, but nobody knows Smaug's whereabouts, not even Hermione.

Over the next few dozen days, Nietzsche would go to the library whenever he had free time to look through "The Dragon Breeding Manual," hoping to at least find something the dragon would like so that he could suffer less when they met.

But at the same time, he is also deeply troubled by another aspect:

What does Voldemort need Malfoy for? What role does Bellatrix play in Voldemort's eyes?

“Narcissa and Bellatrix are close relatives…close relatives mean…” Nietzsche slapped his forehead, desperately trying to pull out any related things.

Apart from a few newly born purebloods, the old-line purebloods and those related to inbreeding are mostly those who have married into other families or are 'madmen'.

Nietzsche sighed heavily, and just as he was at his wit's end, the bookshelf opposite him was suddenly emptied, revealing Quirinus Quirrell's melancholy face.

The other person is now a full-fledged professor and very popular, yet Nietzsche rarely saw that confident smile on his face.

“Vida, are you also interested in fire dragons?” Quirrell peered through the gap in the bookshelf and caught a glimpse of Nietzsche’s “Fire Dragon Breeding Manual”.

“I look at it occasionally…” Nietzsche lowered his head, scratching his beard to suppress his apology, but then deliberately said, “I prefer the Norwegian Spinosaurus, and I’m thinking of catching one someday.”

He was just a little tired and wanted to rest, but deep down he was hoping that Quirrell would notice something unusual.

Unfortunately, Quirrell didn't grasp the meaning. Instead, he was moved by the words and quickly looked away from Nietzsche, pretending to be indifferent as he flipped through the book in his hand.

“That dragon? There used to be one in the forbidden forest at school.” He rubbed his nose.

"Before? Where is it now?" Ni said in a half-joking tone.

“Who knows? Norwegian spinyback dinosaurs love to eat sea fish, maybe they’re whaling in the Atlantic right now.” Quirrell’s eyes dimmed.

The silence between them was unusual, and because of Smaug and Hermione's precedent, Nietzsche couldn't help but wonder if he should prepare some apology gifts before reappearing before these friends.

What does Kechiro like? How about some delicate pressed flowers?

Just as he was lost in thought, Mrs. Pince, the librarian, came running up from the end of the corridor, panting.

“Vida… Mr. Vida…” she said, rushing to the aisle next to the bookshelf, “You will be teaching a class for Professor Slughorn this afternoon.”

"what happened?"

"He and Professor Snape made potions for Headmaster Dumbledore, so... cough cough..."

This was not good news for Nietzsche. He slammed the book shut, his mustache and the area below his nose trembling with anger: Someone who hadn't even passed the OWL exam was supposed to teach an advanced NEWTs class?!

Well, let's look on the bright side. At least he can use Hermione to get by.

Nietzsche left the library with this lazy, complacent attitude, casually grabbed a few copies of "The Complete Book of Advanced Potions" from Slughorn's office, and then headed to the underground classroom.

But when he saw the number of people, he was dumbfounded: not only were the Potions NEWTs students there, but even the Defense Against the Dark Arts NEWTs Advanced Class students on the second floor were there... and Hermione was hiding in the crowd, chuckling.

"Damn it, I didn't bring my book!"

"Go back to the dorm to get it?"

"It's too late, class is about to start..."

Many students who received the news at the last minute complained about the arrangements, as they had thought they could take the opportunity to rest for an afternoon.

Nietzsche felt aggrieved listening to their complaints; he wanted rest even more than they did! But what was the result? Before he died, he worried about their lives; now, even after he's dead, he worries about their achievements!

"Come in, all of you!" Nietzsche pushed open the door fiercely, intimidating the students with his imposing manner.

This time he wasn't actually acting, but the effect was even better than acting. His genuine frustration and Snape's icy gaze quickly subdued the students.

He stood guard at the door, staring at these 'old friends' who, whether in the past or present, could never give him a rest:

Ernie of Ravenclaw frantically clutched her satchel; Daphne practically ran to avoid eye contact; Hannah of Hufflepuff and several other witches clutched their stomachs as they fled, trying to find an excuse to go back and retrieve their potions books; and Gryffindor...

A large number of crucibles suddenly appeared out of thin air in the classroom, burying the students who had just sat down in their seats.

"Potter! Potter!" A shrill voice and a thin, elongated hand emerged from beneath the pile of crucibles. "Here's what you wanted!"

Nietzsche had taken so many Potions classes before, but only now did he understand Snape's suffering.

“Kreacher, I didn’t tell you to do that!” Harry complained, his face flushed, as he dragged the house-elf out from below.

"What? Didn't Master Potter instruct Kreacher to move everyone's potion-making equipment to the classroom?" Kreacher looked indifferent, not at all feeling that he had done anything wrong. "Look, Kreacher brought the things over."

“But I didn’t ask you to…” Harry stared, pointing to the mountain of crucibles, grinding rods, and other equipment.

“I see. Then next time, Master Potter should make it clear in advance what he wants Kreacher to do.”

When the little elf with the black wooden box hanging around its neck saw Nietzsche approaching, it shook its head and tossed the pot back to Harry, quickly snapped its fingers, and just like the cauldrons that had suddenly appeared, it vanished from the classroom.

Nietzsche... no, Darth Vader walked past silently, just like Snape. His long shadow, stretched by the oil lamp, made Harry stiffly turn his head and force a smile.

“Gryffindor…” Nietzsche raised his wand, arranging the instruments neatly on the table. “Deduct ten points.”

Hermione's smile vanished as she watched the spectacle, and she stared intently at Nietzsche's retreating figure, adding several more entries to her mental notebook.

"What's the deal with that house-elf?" Nietzsche asked.

“It’s Kreacher, sir.” Harry swallowed hard and said nervously, “He’s a house-elf who just joined Hogwarts. I just wanted to use him to help everyone, but I didn’t expect him to cause trouble on purpose.”

Kreacher, a name that Nietzsche remembered as being associated with the Blake family.

That house-elf has probably come to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, but Harry just summoned him without permission, so it seems he might be holding some of the Black family's property (non-free house-elves are still considered property in the wizarding world).

property?

Nietzsche quickly connected the Black family to Bellatrix—who was Narcissa's older sister before marrying Lestrange, and direct relatives are entitled to inherit the deceased's estate.

"Alright, considering your good intentions, I'll give you ten points for Gryffindor." Nietzsche walked quickly to the podium, lost in thought.

Harry suddenly realized that this substitute professor seemed pretty good, much better than Professor Snape.

Chapter 366 Peter's Wanderings

A bald mouse scurried swiftly through the woods. It was Peter, lamenting his ill-fated destiny as he fled through the Forbidden Forest.

But he sensed something was wrong the whole way. He noticed that the centaurs were starting to back down, seemingly unable to withstand the attacks of the werewolves, giants, vampires, and the like. This made him suspicious again.

'Just as Lord Dark Lord considered... Centaurs, proud and averse to associating with wizards, will not seek help from outsiders.'

The whole process can be summarized as 'the infighting among the magical creatures'. Peter realized the danger at Hogwarts, was once again shocked by Voldemort's cunning, and was also worried about his own future.