Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

P.S.: This book had some hiccups in the later stages, so I'm really grateful to those who persevered this far (thank you all again!).

Fox will take a day off tomorrow to sort out the plot. Sigh, the outline is still on track, but the side stories have gone off track. Fox feels a bit bad about the 20,000 favorites... Damn it!

(I can't take it anymore! I'm starting a new book! I'm doing this for the Empire! I'm going to give Warhammer all sorts of Star Wars high-tech, then lead a bunch of dwarves to crush the Tyranids, crush the Aliens, and damn it, crush all the other Chaos players!)

Chapter 368 I Will Be Everywhere

Hogwarts has a series of protective spells, including the Anti-Apparition Charm, and it is clearly stated in "Hogwarts: A History" that "the Apparition Charm cannot be used on campus."

Therefore, it is definitely impossible to learn this type of spatial magic within a school...

However, Nietzsche could frequently travel from the Willow Passage to Hogsmeade, where he practiced in the local 'Screaming Haunted House'.

"Don't worry, it's enough to heal the disintegration caused by spatial displacement." Marvolo crawled out of the tunnel and threw a cloth bag full of small potion bottles on the ground.

This is filled with white senna essence, all of which Hermione obtained from the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest as healing medicine.

"A failed Apparition will only leave your body in pieces... Even if your intestines accidentally fall out, just use a Healing Charm to restore them, and then apply some perfume to the outside and you'll be fine."

Mavolo spoke very seriously; he seemed to care, but in reality, he was just trying to disgust Nietzsche.

It is important to know that when wizards practice this kind of spell, the most taboo thing is to 'overthink'. The more they worry, the more their imagination will interfere with their will, thus creating more unexpected events.

"Are you sure?" Nietzsche cleared all the furniture around him.

This secret passage was once used by Blake and Lupin. The surrounding walls and the dusty sofa were covered with scratches, and the windows were boarded up and nailed shut, with only a few very weak beams of light shining in.

This spacious room, connecting the living room and the kitchen, serves as their practice area.

“That’s normal. Precisely because it’s dangerous, not many wizards can Apparate, let alone try to pass through the Anti-Apparate Charm,” Marvolo said. “As for the cost of twelve Galleons… I can waive that with this.”

He pointed to the white safflower essence spread on the ground.

Every year, the Department of Transportation of the Ministry of Magic sends someone to Hogwarts to teach every adult wizard who has reached the age of seventeen, at a cost of twelve Galleons per person.

"Has no one ever tried this before?" Nietzsche pressed.

"there has never been."

This answer is not good, which means that Nietzsche is about to face a unique problem—forcibly breaking through a corresponding anti-spell with magic, rather than dispelling the spell.

But instead of feeling pleased, he felt even more excited. This challenging behavior made him realize that life could turn the impossible into the possible. Just thinking about it made his blood start to flow faster.

Mavolo's body was suddenly twisted and spiraled into an invisible straw, then spat out onto the opposite side of Nietzsche.

“Determination, goal, and composure,” Marvolo said confidently. “Now hold your wand, visualize your destination in your mind, the more detailed the better, and then say ‘Apparition.’”

Nietzsche stood and looked around, imprinting the things in the living room into his mind.

"Phantom Appearance!"

The instant the spell was cast, he immediately felt a tremendous suction force pulling him away. First, he could feel his entire skin peeling off, then the subcutaneous muscles, nerves, and bones...

Why could Nietzsche have such thoughts? Because he was blind, either 'seemingly' or completely plunged into darkness, with only his brain still functioning.

This experience was very abnormal, or rather, it seemed abnormal compared to his previous experience.

The feeling of his internal organs being ripped away was very uncomfortable for Nietzsche. He realized that as he imagined the scene, he immediately used Occlumency to suppress this deadly association.

"boom!"

He landed, but when his vision emerged from the darkness, he found himself looking at the ceiling—he was lying on his back on the ground.

It failed... Nietzsche's heart skipped a beat. He saw his buttocks swinging on the living room chandelier, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt that the chandelier was a bit uncomfortable.

"Fuck!" Marvolo twisted open a bottle of white cinnamon essence and rushed over, seemingly collapsing onto Nietzsche.

The word 'like' is used because Nietzsche found his body becoming a bloody mess, yet he could not feel any pain. Logically, the parts that had detached from his body should have been 'dead,' but he could still feel the particles of fragrance rolling around.

Not only were the limbs detached, but they also flew everywhere; for example, one of the right arms flew onto the sofa.

“This is normal. As long as you connect it quickly, you won’t die.” Marvolo said as he moved his buttocks off him and applied white essence to the joint.

Nietzsche was not horrified by the bloody and mangled scene; on the contrary, he found it somewhat novel.

He turned his head and could see that he could control his severed right arm and crawl back to it little by little with his fingers.

“I know the reason for the split---association.” Nietzsche began to analyze rationally, “When a wizard feels that suction force and can’t see anything, he will subconsciously imagine the scene presented by the feeling.”

This is a subconscious thought pattern, a normal phenomenon, it's just that wizards are a bit special.

Marvolo's face turned ugly, not because he saw Nietzsche's body disintegrate, but because he felt a chill in his heart... How could someone have the leisure to calmly summarize failure when all of a person's limbs and buttocks have flown away?

All I can say is that it's not entirely unjust for Voldemort to die at the hands of someone like that.

"The more you practice, the more you get used to it." Marvolo reassembled his body. "I've seen too many people fly out looking like they've disintegrated."

Ni touched his body and found obvious cut marks on his clothes, with a faint bloodstain beneath the cut that could be wiped away with a finger.

"This is a common solution used by wizards, using 'habit' to overcome this association," he explained habitually.

A person might experience 'disintegration' a few times, but once they realize they won't die, they won't take it seriously anymore and will naturally be able to master this magic.

He got up, turned his back to the kitchen, and after resting for half an hour, picked up his wand again.

"Phantom Appearance!"

That strange and powerful invisible maw sucked Nietzsche in again, but this time, under the systematic summary, he did not make any more associations with the scene, nor did he desperately try to imagine what the kitchen looked like, like milking a cow.

He pondered in the long, silent darkness: he had been disintegrated, even his brain no longer existed, and all he possessed was consciousness.

After the initial sensation of being sipped, he could only perceive an environment as empty as the universe. All he could do was use his consciousness to gradually reveal the appearance of the kitchen:

Countless little figures formed lines, outlining the kitchen's shape, then filled in with color, and finally imagined 'tactile sensation'.

This piece is wood, and over there is a cabinet covered in cobwebs...

Nietzsche felt himself stepping on the ground, so he twisted his heel. After hearing the rotting floorboards creak under his weight, he slowly turned around and found Marvolo standing on the wooden ladder.

"It seems like it worked." Nietzsche wasn't entirely sure.

He was certain of it himself, but seeing the expression on Mavolo's face, as if he had been force-fed a mouthful of Bone Spirit, made him a little less confident.

“Maybe… but do you know how long you’ve been gone?” Marvolo stepped forward and examined her for a while. “Try taking a couple of steps forward. If you’re not missing any parts, then you’ve succeeded.”

Nietzsche not only walked, but he also ran back and forth in the living room three times, which made Marvolo even more frustrated.

"It's hard to say, maybe something is missing."

"I know whether it's missing or not!" Nietzsche followed the other person's gaze and honestly reached down with his left hand. He only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that everything was intact.

“But you just disappeared for a full five minutes!” Marvolo emphasized. “The longer it goes on, the more dangerous it becomes. It’s like how no one would use the Apparition Charm in battle; it’s the same principle.”

Nietzsche's gaze gradually turned contemptuous; he thought it was something that warranted such a fuss.

"I made it out alive, didn't I?" he said.

“That’s the problem!” Marvolo said. “You didn’t just fly out of nowhere, but… you appeared here little by little, like a ghost.”

“Perhaps we were delayed for too long just now,” Nietzsche said, raising an eyebrow as he recalled.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by wasting time?"

"Well... you know, all that's left is consciousness, so I just thought about it a little longer."

Chapter 369 What Voldemort Most Wanted to Do

The success of the phantom manifestation was just the beginning; Nietzsche's ultimate goal was to break the anti-curse.

He gradually shortened his time from five minutes to three minutes, one minute, and finally even five seconds. The initial discomfort disappeared, and his destination gradually shifted from the shrieking hut to the outside.

He had been to every corner of Hogsmeade, but all his attempts to find Hogwarts had failed without exception.

"The fourth day, the forty-first attempt... Apparition!" Nietzsche desperately tried to visualize the glass walls of the Slytherin common room, the carved wooden chairs, and the chandelier with flames of lily of the valley.

In the darkness, he was in a state of complete disintegration for about ten minutes, during which he even mobilized his subconscious to fill in the details that he couldn't remember in his daily life.

Then, when he took that crucial step, he still failed.

The consequences of failure are like a stray dog ​​that's been kicked, rolling out of the chaos. As for where it will end up... well, if you're lucky, it won't land on the train tracks or the streets of Hogsmeade.

Nietzsche had already experienced what it meant to "travel around Hogwarts" in just four days.

However, this time he clearly didn't fall headfirst into the snowdrift, because he didn't hear Mrs. Rosmerta's surprised and comforting words from the entrance of the Three Broomsticks tavern.

"Where did this idiot come from?!"

Well, upon hearing this roar, Nietzsche realized he wouldn't be getting Rosmerta's butterbeer this time.

"Excuse me... my back, my back..." He supported his back and got up from the sticky brick floor.

Wherever he was around Hogwarts, he was a random teleportation point. However, this time, instead of the snowy streets of Hogsmeade Village, he fell into the Hog's Head pub.

“Hey! I said, where are you from?” Aberforth Dumbledore drew his wand and glued all the broken tables and chairs back together. “You just used Apparition? But I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

If there had been a few more crackling sounds in the air just now, the owner of Pighead Bar might have sounded even more certain.

But Nietzsche remained vigilant, knowing that the phantom's forelegs must know the destination, which indirectly meant that he must have been to this bar that looked like it was about to close.

Nietzsche quickly scanned the area and spotted a hooded, sleazy-looking middle-aged wizard:

A sallow complexion and out-of-shape figure indicate poor diet; shifty eyes and the anxious look upon hearing someone suddenly fly out suggest a cautious nature; sipping butterbeer indicates a lack of spare money.

He's poor, but he has a clean fork in his breast pocket that doesn't fit the atmosphere of the Pighead Bar, and he's sitting at the bar, yet he's willing to spend some money on butterbeer...

This is a habitual thief who is very familiar with Aberforth.

“I’ve been here before when I was doing business with others,” Nietzsche said sternly and in a muffled voice. “If the Ministry of Magic weren’t afraid of you, who would want to come to such a filthy place?”

"Hmph, you'd better behave yourself." Aberforth gave a verbal warning before resuming wiping the cups.

Clearly, this place usually receives some unpopular wizards. After hearing Nietzsche's words, the thief also withdrew his gaze and continued to happily sip his wine.

'What exactly went wrong?' Nietzsche rubbed his aching head and sighed silently.

The Anti-Apparition Charm can prevent other wizards from apparating, but it can't prevent Portkeys. The problem is, he can't turn himself into a Portkey, and he certainly can't get a magical item through Gringotts' inspection.

Since he couldn't make a key for a living thing, he couldn't study the key, since inanimate objects can't speak.

"A butterbeer, please." Nietzsche sat at the other end of the bar counter.

The creamy yellow foam overflowed from the beer glass, slid down the side of the glass onto the table, and then solidified, turning into something as disgusting as the corners and crevices. But his attention was drawn to the portrait of the girl behind the bar.

The young girl in white noticed Nietzsche's scrutinizing gaze, and she gracefully lowered her head, covering her blushing face with her hands.