Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

He traversed the Forbidden Forest with his unassuming Animagus, desperately trying to calm his heart, which swayed like a duckweed in a downpour.

"I just want to live, it doesn't matter who dies..." Peter Pettigrew murmured to himself, staring at his silver right hand.

Even after traversing the Forbidden Forest, fraught with unknowns, and arriving at Hogwarts Castle, things are never entirely smooth sailing.

Peter Pettigrew managed to slip away from the professors' sight amidst the armor and sewer pipes in the corridor, cautiously inquiring about Professor Slughorn's whereabouts... He had come with a mission.

“Mr. Vida just looks fierce and is hard to talk to, but he’s much better than Professor Snape,” he overheard a few students who had just finished class discussing.

"That was the 'former' Professor Snape. His Defense Against the Dark Arts even earned Potter points last time!"

Peter Pettigrew flicked his mouse tail dismissively, thinking: "I didn't expect Snape to betray the Dark Lord too. But then again, which side should I believe? It seems Hogwarts is about to fall..."

As long as he can live, I'll let him do anything.

Back then, he dared to pass information to the Death Eaters within the Order of the Phoenix, and now he dares to play dirty tricks right under Voldemort's nose. In a sense, that's quite 'brave'.

The damp environment of the basement didn't bother him at all; in fact, it made him feel quite comfortable.

Just as Peter was wagging his tail, trying to blend in unnoticed, a familiar purring sound instantly triggered his animal instincts as a mouse. His intuition told him: Run!

He relied on this instinct to avoid many dangers, and it can be said that he never let his guard down after betraying his friend.

"How could it be it? Damn cat!" Peter Pettigrew had already started running before he could even finish his curse.

Nietzsche's doorman, Granger's guardian, and friend of the dragon Crookshanks were close behind, but Peter was no match for him in 'running,' and he outran the cat by using the cracks in the ancient castle's stones.

This is Peter Pettigrew, who always seems to run into something that could kill him no matter what he does.

He desperately crawled through the narrow crevice toward the light in the distance. After a while, he smelled a strong potion odor and heard Dumbledore's voice.

With his most feared person in front of him and a cat behind him, he could only gasp for breath, trapped in a crack in the wall.

"The curse has been delayed; the person won't die for now, but the effects of the dark magic will still return..." This stagnant, emotionless voice was undoubtedly Snape's.

"Thank you. I feel much more at ease having two Potions Masters like you." Dumbledore's voice sounded very tired.

"The mysterious man has similar defensive measures on each Horcrux. I suggest you rest for a while before continuing your work, otherwise don't say it's because the potion didn't work when you die."

Peter Pettigrew gleaned a general idea from the few words he heard: someone was cursed by a Horcrux.

Is that Headmaster Dumbledore?

But at that moment, his body began to move backward uncontrollably, like a circus performer dragging a disobedient animal into a cage with a rope. His fur was worn even thinner by the rough stones in the process.

Good news: He wasn't met with the gaping maw of Crook Mountain.

Bad news: It's the owner of Crook Hill.

In fact, Crookshan really couldn't do anything about him, but that didn't mean they wouldn't call in reinforcements.

Nietzsche picked up the malnourished rat and threw it into the Potions classroom, where class had just ended. As soon as it touched the ground, its patchy fur began to gradually turn into a tattered wizard's robe.

“You’re still alive,” Nietzsche said, looking at Little Star, who was lying on the ground panting heavily and covered only by a tattered cloth.

If someone is alive, it means Voldemort has accepted that they have completed their mission. If they die... well, so be it, there's no loss.

“I…I did everything you said…” Peter Pettigrew said pitifully, “The Dark Lord believes I have Professor Slughorn under control, and he…he doesn’t doubt me.”

Crookshan laboriously jumped onto Nietzsche, turning his persimmon-shaped face toward the 'rat' on the ground.

"Hmm?" Nietzsche casually stroked his cat, and when he heard the other's address, he couldn't help but snort a warning.

“I mean… uh… that person.” Peter was instantly dispelled, then stammered, “He actually let me get close to Dumbledore? I heard Dumbledore is cursed, but don’t worry, I won’t tell!”

He seemed to be expressing his loyalty.

Nietzsche stopped stroking Crookshane, his eyes becoming strange.

In fact, Peter Pettigrew's misunderstanding inadvertently revealed a fact: Voldemort was unaware that someone was cursed, which also meant that the other party had no idea that their Horcrux had been destroyed.

Nietzsche suddenly felt a sense of pleasure, the excitement of being able to manipulate a person's emotions made him grind his teeth.

The school uniform and classrooms gave him a rationality that only professors possess, which contradicted the madness on his face. This contradiction was as if Sherlock and Moriarty had suddenly joined forces.

“No, you should tell him.” He didn’t dispel the misunderstanding.

"What?" Even Peter Pettigrew couldn't understand. He clenched his right fist tightly, afraid that the silver hand would strangle him to death right there.

"I told you, do whatever Voldemort tells you to do."

When a madman like Voldemort hears that his Horcruxes have been damaged, he becomes anxious and angry. If he then hears the smokescreen that 'Dumbledore is cursed,' he will speed up his actions.

Let Narcissa Malfoy inherit the mantle of Bellatrix, the most loyal Death Eater.

There is also a subtle clue—the Slytherin locket later appeared in Umbridge's office because it had been hidden by former Death Eater Regulus Black.

Then everything becomes clear: Nietzsche can start with the legacy of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Black's ancestral home at 16 Grimmauld Place now belongs to Sirius and Harry, while the Lestrange family's ancestral home was seized by the Ministry of Magic long ago, and no suspicious items were found there.

For security reasons, the only thing Narcissa could inherit was the wealth stored in Gringotts.

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(Voldemort: Now that the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts is within our grasp and Dumbledore is on his deathbed, the advantage is in our hands!)

Peter Pettigrew: The Dark Lord is right!

Chapter 367 Gringotts, Here I Come!

October... what a good time! You know, Halloween dinner is just a few days away.

As we all know, although there is no costume party at Hogwarts for Halloween, there are always some scary things happening every year to fit the occasion.

Perhaps Hogwarts will be safe this year, but only within Hogwarts Castle, because Nietzsche will continue this 'tradition'.

"WTF?" Hermione threw the parchment covered in homework at his face, speechless with shock at the sudden news. "You're going to Gringotts to steal things on Halloween?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't say such harsh things~" Ni wiped the ink stains off her face with her sleeve.

“But Gringotts is goblins’ territory! Unless you run to the Ministry of Magic right now, grab Fudge by the collar and say, ‘I’m alive again,’ how are you going to get in…” Hermione rattled off a whole bunch of excuses.

Yes, at least in Nietzsche's view it was an 'excuse', because Hermione would have loved if he were also caught up in a bunch of troubles.

Troublesome thing, correct 'a boring job that brings him no pleasure and no excitement'.

“Didn’t someone from the Weasley family work at Gringotts?” Nietzsche asked, switching seats to sit next to Hermione.

He wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. Unfortunately for Crookshank, who was lying peacefully on the chair, he was suddenly trapped between the two two-legged creatures and unable to move.

“Just transfer Bill Weasley back to Gringotts, England from Egypt. It’s normal for there to be some turnover among the anti-curse breakers,” Nietzsche whispered in her ear.

Fairies don't care who their customers are. They are greedy, but they are also very law-abiding. Therefore, as long as Narcissa Malfoy doesn't expose herself, she can take something from the bank without being noticed.

In such a closed working environment, Nietzsche had to rely on some external factors.

"You even know how to arrange things, so why won't you resurrect me!" Hermione said angrily.

"Because I have a greater mission—to stop a conspiracy and completely eradicate the world's greatest dark wizard! Sitting in a chair approving documents for others is too boring."

"Actually, the last sentence is the key point!"

But what could Hermione do? Once she was on this pirate ship, there was no way to get off.

Although this was an abuse of power, upon closer reflection, she felt a little excited: she was like the director of MI6, and even using some small conveniences was to crack a major, unknown case.

It's like Watson always finding Sherlock troublesome, yet he always follows him around with his little pistol...

“But what about the school?” Hermione asked again.

“Compound decoction.” Nietzsche plucked a few strands of hair and clipped them to the bookmark.

Before Halloween, Gryffindor's Potions class was conveniently scheduled to be separate from other classes, so Hermione didn't have to worry about scheduling conflicts. Even if someone else came looking for her, she could temporarily impersonate him.

Of course, Nietzsche had no need to worry about Hermione's performance; only she truly understood him.

So, after his smooth-talking persuasion, Hermione finally accepted the offer... in every sense of the word, so it was actually quite a struggle.

A week later, Hermione received a letter from Bill Weasley:

'I've been transferred to Gringotts to begin inspecting the security measures at Gringotts UK according to Ministry of Magic standards... with the goblin 'Gripping Ring' as my contact...'

“That’s the efficiency that power brings,” Hermes exclaimed.

The main job of the Cursebreakers is to travel around the world in the name of Gringotts to explore treasures left by ancient wizards, such as pyramids, the Fountain of Youth, and ghost ships, and to conduct archaeological research with legendary elements.

These wizard archaeologists need to decipher all sorts of tombs, while the fairies, besides needing to take the treasures inside, are most concerned with the ancient magic that protects the tombs.

Fairies love money, so they also use ancient magic to create Gringotts' security system. That's why the spellbreakers work closely with Gringotts.

“Gringotts has a thief-proof waterfall; without a goblin's permission, you'll be swept deep underground by the current…” Hermione marked several places related to Gringotts' security system and compiled them together.

The underground is guarded by sphinxes and fire dragons, and each vault is enchanted by ancient magic, which can only be opened with a fairy key.

However, both of them ignored the last line of the report, 'qualified'.

The more qualified you are, the harder it is to meet the requirements; they would love for Gringotts' security system to be a little more lenient.

"A fire dragon," Nietzsche thought of the Forbidden Forest.

"You're not planning to rob me outright, are you?" Hermione leaned back slightly, her face hardening, clearly seeing through his thoughts.

“No, not at all.” Nietzsche stroked his fake beard and said in recollection, “But I have a better plan, it just requires some effort to learn... The only way to quietly break through Gringotts’ defenses is through spatial magic.”

He knew the fairies would use an anti-appearance spell, but... but he just felt he should give it a try.

"Practicing Apparition can cause your body to become dislocated and disintegrate. Do you have enough time?" Hermione's only concern was not whether the method would succeed, but the urgency of the situation and the harm it would cause to her body.

They had never practiced this type of magic before, let alone been able to break through the spatial magic of the Anti-Apparition Charm.

Nietzsche reached out and gently wiped the desk in the Room of Requirement. He had never forgotten his apparition with Marvolo, a feeling completely different from being stuffed into a rubber tube before.

"And who will teach you? You're not a student now, and I'm planning to enroll in the Apparition class next year," Hermione asked again.

"That guy will definitely agree..."

However, even if Marvolo could help, it wouldn't be out of any good intentions; he simply wanted to see him disintegrate in mid-air.

------(Aside)

The Deathly Hallows arc and the Half-Blood Prince arc are planned to be combined, so the author doesn't intend to drag it out and will try to speed up the main storyline, concluding it around chapter 410...

Iron! Anyway, this story should come to a happy ending~