Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Hey!" Aberforth frowned, interrupting his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, I was just admiring her,” Nietzsche said softly. “She looks a lot like a painting I recently stole.”

"You? Steal a painting? What's so interesting about stealing a painting?"

"You know, Muggles like to collect paintings by famous people... For example, there was a Muggle named Monet who painted a famous picture of a white girl holding a parasol, which is now in the collection; she looks a lot like her..."

Nietzsche's evasive words quickly attracted the attention of the thief, who was sitting four or five seats away.

"You stole Muggle stuff?" The thief next to him perked up his ears.

“Of course, some wizarding nobles like to collect these things. They only care about whether the items are valuable, and the prices they pay are definitely much higher,” Nietzsche said with a smile, taking a small sip from his cup.

His words successfully caught the attention of two men—the thief was curious about how he could travel with them, while Aberforth looked down on the behavior.

"Since it's a famous painting, what if a Muggle discovers it?" Aberforth Dumbledore glanced at the thief and interjected, "The disappearance of a priceless treasure will definitely cause a lot of trouble."

“That’s easy!” Nietzsche made the story sound plausible. “I’ll steal it back, return it to the Muggles, and earn another reward.”

The thief across from them lit up. He ignored the butterbeer that was gradually cooling and starting to solidify, and sat down next to Nietzsche.

"You dare steal from those old wizards?" The other man extended his left hand and said admiringly, "My name is Mundungus Fletcher."

Nietzsche shook his hand briefly and tried to get some information about Gringotts or wizarding theft.

"Are you interested?" He tilted his head, looking Fletcher up and down with an air of superiority, and asked calculatingly.

“These days, it’s getting harder and harder for wizards like me to survive. I used to be able to sneak around with other wizards, but now wizards and Muggles are exchanging things... Sigh... Muggles are always very cautious, and I can’t just use memory charms without any skills.”

Fletcher rubbed his hands together in a very lewd manner, wearing a fawning smile.

Just then, Aberforth slammed his beer mug against the wooden table, making a dull thud.

"Muggles and wizards... Hmph... Only people like you who can't stand the light of day are happy to see this. Of course, you can use your magic to bully those Muggles to your heart's content, just like they used to bully wizards."

He emphasized the word 'bullying' very much, as if he was using this incident to express his dissatisfaction with the fusion of wizards and Muggles.

“Don’t say that. Who wouldn’t want to take this opportunity to get rich?” Nietzsche twitched his beard impatiently and said irritably, “I didn’t bully Muggles. I just entrusted my valuables to a wizard for safekeeping.”

"Eating money from both sides is even more hateful!" Abu Fusi retorted, his stubborn temper rising.

"How good can a bar like this be?"

Nietzsche wanted to step forward and argue, but Fletcher grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, seemingly to prevent the Pighead Bar owner from driving away his cash cow.

“Don’t talk about this here. Aberforth doesn’t like Muggles.” Fletcher lowered his head and coaxed gently, “I don’t want to be stuck at home when wizarding is being investigated so strictly. Don’t argue with him.”

This is even stranger. Dumbledore, who is always known for his greatness, has a brother like this?

“You know, not everyone gets to meet good Muggles... so please be understanding.”

"Is it related to that lady?" Nietzsche asked, tilting his head. "He just mentioned the dark ages of wizards. Did that lady encounter some bad Muggles?"

"That's his sister..."

The girl whose portraits are displayed in both the Room of Requirement and the Hog's Head is Dumbledore's sister.

Considering the hallucinations of the cursed old professor, who always said "I'm sorry" and "It wasn't me" in a guilty tone, it's not hard to infer that the girl had probably experienced a series of accidents, including but not limited to being bullied by Muggles.

In other words, this was even the direct reason why Dumbledore came into contact with the UMNO party in his early years.

Mundungus frantically tried to win Nietzsche's favor, hoping that this 'colleague' would treat him to better food.

"By the way, which wizard who made a fortune has that famous painting from your Muggle collection?"

"You want to join us?" Nietzsche pretended to consider it, paused for a moment, and then continued, "That's no problem, as long as you have the guts to steal things from wizards."

“What you’re saying? I was born to do this!” Fletcher patted his chest and said confidently. “Just tell me how you’re going to steal it. I don’t need much, just enough to get a little soup through your fingers!”

"Gringotts."

"Let's walk... huh?"

Chapter 370 Illusion...Dimensional Manifestation!

“Gringotts…” Fletcher kept biting his thumb under pressure, chipping his nails. “Are you sure you’re not in the right mind? I mean, I’ve never heard of anyone stealing a knat from a goblin.”

“That means you’re spineless,” Nietzsche said, shrugging his shoulders. “Don’t blame me for not giving you a chance.”

He finished the butterbeer in one gulp, licked off the creamy yellow foam around his mouth, and pulled out his wand as if to leave.

One, two, three... five... ten... Nietzsche slowed his movements as much as possible, counting the numbers in his mind, hoping that Mundungus Fletcher would change his mind—come on, let's earn some extra money to fill our stomachs.

Finally, when he counted to the thirteenth, Fletcher spoke.

"Just tell me how to get in!"

“No problem, my friend~” Nietzsche turned around quickly, a smile that was hard to tell if it was genuine or not, and before Fletcher could back out, he continued, “I’ll be here waiting for you a week from now.”

After saying that, he used his Phantom Appearance to disappear silently from the Pig Head Bar.

His movements were swift and quiet. From Aberforth's perspective, Nietzsche simply took a step forward and then his figure disappeared due to the distortion of space.

“He’s dangerous…” Aberforth Dumbledore lowered his head again, offering a well-intentioned warning.

“I’ve seen too many dangerous dark wizards. Knockturn Alley is full of my customers who sell stolen goods.” Fletcher took out a silver coin from his pocket, kissed it tenderly, and seemed completely unconcerned.

But Aberforth only offered a reminder, and seeing that the other party wouldn't listen, he stopped trying to persuade them.

After returning to the Shrieking Shack and resting for a while, Nietzsche continued his experiment on the breakthrough of the 'Apparition Charm' before the Potions class began.

He took out his notebook and summarized all the experiments conducted over the past four days:

Conclusion: Within the area protected by the Anti-Apparition Charm, the details of meditation and changes in magical energy will not affect the outcome... Theory: The only way to obtain knowledge related to spatial magic is through extremely limited means...

It is clear that brute force cannot break through the barrier.

Spatial magic, like time magic, is uncontrollable. No matter how much magic power is used, it will not cause any disturbance to space. For example, with the Unseen Stretch Charm, space is not changed by the amount of magic power output, but by the wizard's perception.

In theory, a wizard can change the volume of a container multiple times, but each change cannot exceed the wizard's cognitive range.

(The Department for the Prevention of Misuse of Items at the Ministry of Magic advises: Wizards, do not attempt to turn your pockets into a bottomless pit!)

“Anti-Spell…maybe the Anti-Illusion Spell is a locked iron gate?” Nietzsche recalled the feeling of being knocked away many times.

The book "Hogwarts: A History" states that Apparition is forbidden on campus.

If we look at it this way, then in another dimension, Hogwarts is still Hogwarts, but the defensive spell is like an iron gate blocking the main road, and Apparition is like a Thestral carriage or a small wooden boat.

If we consider the Apparition Charm as a special 'dimension,' 'passage,' or 'path to the castle,' whatever you call it...

So, people outside cannot enter the castle through this passage, and people inside the castle cannot go outside in the same way, because there is an iron gate in between.

Besides the door key.

Suddenly, a wooden cup burning with blue flames appeared before Nietzsche's eyes. As a key to the door, the Goblet of Fire was unaffected by the Anti-Illusion Charm.

“Spatially speaking, assuming that phantom appearance is a way of walking, then does the meaning of the door key mean… another dimension of ‘phantom appearance’?” Nietzsche flicked his fingers and wrote it down with a quill pen.

This is a difficult thing to explain; perhaps only those Muggle scholars can understand the so-called 'other space'.

Nietzsche felt his head spin just thinking about it. Because of that strange experience, he recalled the intricate lines that appeared when he returned home—it seemed to be every street and alley in London, England.

In fact, that behavior was extremely dangerous, and Nietzsche hesitated for three seconds... then he decided to give it a try.

“Alright, I’m going to perform Apparition in a space different from reality.” Nicholas wiped the sweat from his palms with his robe, gripped his wand tightly again, and muttered to himself, “Come on, forty-third attempt, Apparition!”

Everything around him began to distort, and his vision suddenly went black as if he were being swallowed whole by a giant beast. Just then, Nietzsche snapped the thought of 'going to Hogwarts' out of his head.

His 'consciousness' could feel his limbs, could feel that he was still holding the wand, and that was enough.

First, construct Hogwarts... the lawn... the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest.

The floors of Hogwarts began to be built gradually, like a Marauder's Map without any characters' names. Then Nietzsche began to build the roofs, walls, and huge stone statues on the floors.

Just as he was dividing the structural areas of Hogwarts into as many detailed sections as possible, a feeling of weightlessness began to fill his consciousness.

Nietzsche felt like he was floating. Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, he felt like a rocket soaring into the sky.

He mentally reiterated the points he should pay attention to, in order to ensure that he would not lose his way and to strengthen his resolve: to use 'phantomization' in another dimension that is different from the real world.

Perhaps he had reached his 'peak', for Nietzsche could no longer feel that sense of weightlessness; instead, he began to fall continuously.

He was like a soldier jumping off a space station.

The extraordinary experience brought Nietzsche an equally extraordinary understanding, and this understanding and will became the driving force of magic, causing a slight change in the properties of the Apparition Spell—he passed through the 'Iron Gate'.

Everything around me began to fill with different colors, like a television set suddenly turned on, but...

"Ah—!" Nietzsche screamed, "Why did I fall from the sky?!"

The calm lake surface was splashed with water as he plummeted straight into the icy water from a height of tens of meters. The impact made his head buzz, and it took him a while to recover.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche felt a soft cushion supporting him as he floated upwards... It was a giant squid!

A few seconds later, his head emerged from the bottom of the lake, and he saw the ancient magic castle standing on the cliff. At that moment, the frustration he had been holding in for four days burst out of his throat with laughter.

"I succeeded?" Nietzsche tilted his head back and lay down on the tentacles of the giant squid.

He accomplished what Voldemort had always wanted to do: freely enter and leave the school.

Clearly, this anti-magic spell can block the apparitions of wizards, but no one knows the true meaning of the apparition spell. Of course, Nietzsche didn't know either; he simply used his unique understanding and experience to continuously refine it.

Although this first answer sheet was only a passing grade, it was of great significance to the entire field of magic research.

“It seems the coordinates are still unclear, unlike a door key which is stable. Perhaps we need something to act as a beacon.” Nietzsche was pushed ashore and muttered excitedly, trying not to be noticed by anyone.

As a phantom manifestation in another space, he pondered that he should change the name—it seems that Muggle scholars and science fiction fans like to call this form of spatial jump 'leap', right?

Chapter 371 So Hermione began to disguise herself.

In the following week, Nietzsche began to deliberately practice spatial magic at school.

He initially emphasized a tree by the Black Lake as a beacon in his 'Hogwarts map,' but he failed. With a bit of luck, he would fall into the Black Lake in all sorts of bizarre ways; with a bit of bad luck...

“Perhaps spatial jumps themselves are risky.” Hermione snapped her fingers and used magic to grab Nietzsche’s ankle, pulling him out of the ground like a rabbit pulling a carrot.

This is what happens when luck is against you; Nietzsche, too, can suddenly find himself stuck in the ground in various ways.

But after calculating day after day, the jump's landing point gradually became less off-target, and he also summarized certain patterns:

Once consciousness constructs the framework of the entire region, a person will feel their consciousness suddenly falling from a great height. Nietzsche called this leap process 'drop', and calculation is to prevent the leap from being premature or delayed.