Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

A stone spear pierced the heart, a stone sword severed limbs, and a stone axe ripped open the belly.

Nietzsche walked through the firing array and onto the lawn. He didn't even have to lift a finger; any enemy who tried to get close would be blasted to pieces by the stormtroopers behind him with explosive spells.

Voldemort was forced to tighten his defenses due to such a fierce attack... This was not a rebellion of Hogwarts, nor even a battle, but a carefully crafted trap.

Want to escape from here? Sure, go ahead and kill everyone if you dare.

His gaze passed over the shoulders of several attendants and landed on that familiar crimson...

"No!!" Voldemort roared like a madman, "This is impossible! He can't be alive!"

Why?

He had personally witnessed Holmes being caught up in the storm of the Department of Mysteries, and he himself had paid a heavy price.

Voldemort seemed to hear Death's mockery; the deep, magnetic, and drawn-out laughter was exactly the same as the one coming from behind the stone archway in the Hall of Death of the Department of Mysteries. He angrily waved the Elder Wand in his hand, which emitted beams of green light.

'Impossible, impossible...that mud-blood...' he lied to himself in a fit of rage and shame.

"Long time no see." Nietzsche shattered Voldemort's illusion.

Chapter 416 The Final Kill

Hardened skin was slashed open by sharp alchemical weapons, and scalding, foul-smelling blood pooled in the pit; granite helmets were cracked by swinging fists... The sounds of the statues and giants colliding made the earth tremble.

The black dragon of the Hebdiri Islands has a sharp tail that is like a whip, and each lash will send up bone fragments and pieces of flesh.

"Go do what you have to do," Dumbledore said, hiding behind the school gate and looking at the magnificent light show outside. "I'm sorry I can't go with you, because I have something else to do."

Harry nodded, swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat, and pulled out a silver sword from the Sorting Hat—a goblin-forged sword with a red gem at the hilt.

He touched the scar on his forehead, took a deep breath, and resolutely stepped into the battlefield.

Harry's eardrums were assaulted by the giant's wail and the werewolf's howl. As soon as Harry stepped out of the school gate, he saw many vampires relying on their Animagus properties rushing into the courtyard and fighting against Quirrell and more than a dozen students.

Blue, yellow, green... different beams of light waved in the darkness.

"Om---"

A green lightsaber grazed Harry's scalp, and a vampire with its wings cut off fell to the ground.

Warrington of Slytherin rushed over, wands held in reverse, and the green-glowing plasma bound by magic burned through the vampire's heart. Finally, he crouched down, forcefully broke off a fang, and threw it into his pocket.

Harry listened to the rustling sound in the pocket and guessed that there must be a lot of vampire teeth inside.

“Cedric! Daphne, get that big oaf over here!” Warrington yelled into the sky.

He certainly remembered Hermione's instructions, so he led Harry toward the door.

After several people relayed the message to each other, Harry saw Cedric, Cho Chang, and Ginny suddenly fly down from the sky.

“Take me to Voldemort.” Harry looked at the constantly flashing crimson light in the distance, a hint of doubt rising in his mind, but his hands did not stop moving as he took his fire crossbow from Ginny.

On the battlefield of Hogwarts, he was like a Quake ball, passed around from one person to another.

Harry wasn't mistaken; the crimson flash he had just caught in his fleeting glance was Nietzsche's figure flashing as he rushed into the Dark Legion.

Enraged, Voldemort raised his wand, intending to end 'Dumbledore'.

"Avada---"

Before the Dark Lord could finish chanting the spell, Nietzsche suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost and delivered a 'jumping face kill'—the lightsaber slashed across his chest, and the effect of the Cruciatus Curse made his snake face appear even more distorted.

Immediately afterward, to the horror of his servants, a fist the size of a sandbag slammed straight into Voldemort's face.

Blood seeped from Voldemort's nostrils and the corners of his mouth, tracing an arc in the air, and he could feel his teeth loosening slightly under the force of the interaction.

Hermione, looking down from the sky, immediately spotted the crimson light. She raised her wand and used powerful war magic to clear a portion of the ground around the red light.

Nietzsche looked gratefully at Smaug and took the opportunity to help Grindelwald up, who had fallen on the lawn.

He first pulled open the thin robe, took off his gloves, and pressed them against his flat chest... His heartbeat was very weak, but at least he was still alive.

"Rennervate (Recover quickly)!"

A rose-red light briefly appeared between Nietzsche's palm and Grindelwald's chest.

This is a forced revival spell that awakens a comatose person by overdrawing their energy, and therefore is rarely used by professional pharmacists.

Grindelwald's eyelids twitched slightly for a moment, then suddenly bulged outwards as if waking from a nightmare, and kept panting heavily, his hands incredulously touching his body as if to check if any parts were missing.

"Where is Voldemort?" he asked with difficulty, scratching his empty right hand.

“He has already obtained the Elder Wand,” Nietzsche said.

“No…cough cough…I’m asking about the other Voldemort! The little one!” Grindelwald grabbed his arm desperately. “Don’t kill him yet, I know what’s going on…haha…bring him here…”

He's probably looking for 'Mavolo'.

The dark shadow overhead, which instilled fear in the debris on the ground, grew larger and larger. Smaug, accompanied by flames and lightning, landed beside the two amidst the ever-encircling army of darkness.

"Take him to Sisyphus!" Nietzsche tossed the half-dead Grindelwald to Hermione.

Smaug impatiently spewed out thick, lava-like flames, charring the giants who tried to pass beneath him.

"And what about you?" She looked up, trying to spot Harry among the Quidditch team entangled with Dementors, before continuing.

"I will clear a safe area here before Harry arrives."

Nietzsche was alone, but the werewolves and vampires around him who still retained their rationality dared not step forward. Just hearing that breathing sound, which seemed to pound on their hearts, filled them with fear. They looked at each other, none of them wanting to go and die for the first time.

The eight-eyed giant spider was even less likely; their natural enemy was the basilisk, and the aura emanating from Nietzsche made the giant spiders instinctively flee in all directions.

Aragog's descendants preferred to face the dragons and centaurs rather than disturb the basilisk.

Voldemort scrambled to his feet, his face caved in from the punch, but Nietzsche noticed that he only had scorch marks from the lightsaber on his ribs, not on his heart.

"Hiss---" A snake emerged from Voldemort's collar.

Voldemort glanced thankfully at Nagini, who had been the only Horcrux to have blocked Nietzsche's attacks, which would have been fatal to an ordinary person, including during his duel with Grindelwald.

“Weak and powerless.” Nietzsche’s mocking voice came from inside the helmet, the heavy mechanical sound sounding unusually cold.

"This is your plan? Hmm?" Voldemort used Transfiguration to restore his face to its original state, but the remaining bloodstains and wounds still made him look quite disheveled. "Sending the dying Dumbledore to his death, how noble."

A giant charged forward, screaming as it stepped on the molten lava.

Despite his great strength, he was clumsy, and his numerous exposed weaknesses were immediately apparent. Nietzsche leaped up like a feather in the wind, landed on the giant's shoulder, and with both hands holding the wand, chopped off the giant's head.

While the tough skin effectively resisted magic, it did not affect the scorching temperature of the Illumination Charm.

The plasma tore apart the giant's flesh and blood, sizzling as it burned the cross-section.

Voldemort calmed himself down. He didn't understand why he should be afraid. He had survived a storm of chaotic and disordered energy, so why shouldn't Nietzsche have to pay the price?

"Avada Kedavra!" The Dark Lord regained his confidence and unleashed a deathly roar with the Elder Wand.

Standing atop the giant's corpse, Nietzsche swiftly reached out and grabbed an unfortunate soul from the side. He choked the enemy, allowing Voldemort's henchman to shield him from the Killing Curse.

Whoosh ---

The poor werewolf felt no pain and fell asleep as soon as its head tilted to the side.

The vampires, werewolves, giant spiders, and other creatures all took a step back in unison. They sensed something was wrong and, looking at Nietzsche using the headless giant as a mountaintop, their hearts skipped a beat.

'This guy's fighting style is even more demonic than the Dark Lord's!'

Chapter 417 It's unfair! Rematch! Rematch!

Nietzsche didn't have Voldemort's magic to conjure a shield out of thin air, but he could settle for something a little less... Nietzsche meant that although he couldn't create a magical shield, he could use the surrounding henchmen as human shields.

Just a one-time use? No problem, there are plenty more around!

To be honest, those Death Eaters who had submitted to or supported Voldemort hesitated... they hesitated whether to run away.

Voldemort hated Nietzsche's fighting style, which he described as anything but elegant. So whenever Nietzsche's lightsaber was about to strike him, he would have his henchmen fill the gap with their own flesh and blood.

"This is your army." Nietzsche once again sliced ​​through an entire row of enemies, the black window offering them only endless indifference.

A flesh and blood body is like a loaf of bread that is still being kneaded in front of a powerful wizard.

However, Nietzsche had gradually figured out the other party's style: Nagini was a living Horcrux, and Voldemort used the characteristics of snakes to have it wrapped around his body as a 'protective garment'.

Horcruxes cannot be destroyed at will, and they possess extremely high defensive capabilities.

"Then how about trying this?"

Nietzsche plunged his lightsaber vertically into the ground, and the waves of fire surged outwards from him. Except for the vampires who could transform into bats through their talents, all the other Death Eater creatures were burned to ashes.

Voldemort was not afraid at all... or rather, he was relieved.

"Pathetic!" Voldemort raised his hands, struggling to control the Arcfire that was trying to devour him, and used his superior dark magic to seize control of the Arcfire.

However, the Dark Lord felt something was off. Logically, the Elder Wand should be more powerful, but he found it very difficult to use.

But he quickly came to terms with it. After all, his own strength had declined, and he was bound to lose control of magic as easily as the little wizard. Moreover, looking back, he had been a bit arrogant. Although the effects were still there, he was still far superior to his peers.

A six-meter-tall, venomous fire serpent with bared fangs rose from the battlefield, making everyone feel their own insignificance.

The moment the two giant snakes lunged at him, Nietzsche didn't even try to dodge. Just as he was about to be engulfed by the flames, he activated runic magic, using a magical field to distort Voldemort's attack.

From Voldemort's perspective, the flames were deflected to the ground by some kind of magic, turning into a plume of black smoke and disappearing.

Just then, Harry controlled the Firebolt to dodge the three Dementors while diving down. When he was about one or two meters above the ground, he abandoned his broom, picked up the Gryffindor sword, and jumped down.

The clean and elegant sword was the first to be stuck in the scorching ground. Then, as Harry landed, he rolled forward and used the momentum to pull the sword out as he got up.

Although he looked quite disheveled while dodging the Dementors, his superhero-style landing was really cool.

"Call upon God for protection," Nietzsche whispered the incantation.

The silver threads transformed into long, thin rune-like snakes, each with a separate head that constricted the three pursuing Dementors. It was hard to imagine that Dementors could also make painful gurgling sounds from their throats as they tumbled in the air.

They are tormented by the guardian curse, yet they cannot die, which is even more painful than death itself.

Feeling a chill run down his spine, Harry quickly noticed the fully protected 'stranger' in front of him. He looked up at Hermione, who was still riding Smaug, and immediately ruled out one answer in his mind.

“Anyway, you’re neither Hermione Prefect nor Dumbledore.” He held his sword in his right hand and gripped his wand tightly in his left.

“Ah… if you want to catch up, we’ll have plenty of time later.” Nietzsche sensed Harry’s displeasure and tried to comfort him, “but if you want to vent your emotions, please choose a reasonable person for now.”

Harry quickly surveyed his surroundings, then, following Professor Quirrell's instructions from memory, assumed a pose that would allow him to swing his right arm in a chopping motion.

“I can handle those grunts.” Harry pondered for a moment, then continued, “Dumbledore said Nagini is his Horcrux, so all you need to do is find a way to get me to him.”