Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"As you wish," the dripping stone beast grunted. "Until a new principal is appointed, the principal's office does not require a password."

Wait, did it just say something incredible?

She climbed the automatically ascending spiral stone staircase and pushed open the unlocked golden oak door.

The walls surrounding the headmasters were filled with applause and celebration. Headmistress Delis de Winter wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and ran from Hogwarts to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses to deliver the news of victory to the other wizards.

She walked past several Roman-style columns, turned a corner, and saw the bed placed in the corner of the principal's office.

Lying on the bed was Marvolo Sisyphus, dazed and still not quite conscious. Nietzsche was shaking his head like a rattle-drum, and Hermione almost didn't recognize who the patient was.

"How did you survive?" Nietzsche asked urgently, pressing for details of what happened last night.

“Grindelwald gave me the Resurrection Stone.” Marvolo yawned and pointed to the ring next to the Sorting Hat. “He figured out the relationship between the soul and the Resurrection Stone, allowing me to break free from Voldemort’s Horcrux and become a new individual.”

“More details!” Nietzsche shouted in his ear.

He was completely oblivious to Hermione behind him, and even less aware of Marvolo's gloating slyness.

Suddenly, Nietzsche felt a sharp pain in his earlobe. He knew without turning around who had come in. The only person who could walk up behind him silently and like to pinch his ears and waist could be his girlfriend.

Oh, to be more precise, she should be called the future wife, since the war within Britain has completely come to an end.

"Are you done with your work now?" Hermione asked, gently rubbing his earlobe as she regained her strength.

Nietzsche's mind began to race. He quickly realized that although it was a rhetorical question, it was a statement of fact, and an affirmation that could not be denied.

“Of course~” He raised his head, leaned back, and rested the back of his head on the girl’s firm belly.

"Now that you've accomplished your mission, shouldn't you share some of the work with your wife?" Hermione said, squinting her eyes.

"Yes, sir!" Nietzsche blinked, and the moment he saw her, all the fatigue from the battle vanished. He grinned and said, "If you'd like, I can serve you all night!"

I hope you'll keep your word.

Marvolo slid down against the headboard and covered his face with a pillow, as if he wanted to smother himself rather than hear their flirtatious banter.

After a while, he tossed the velvet pillow aside and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Now he has become a complete person, but after taking this step, he found that he was not as happy as he had imagined. Instead, he fell into a long period of thinking about the future, such as how to get along with his future classmates.

And it's Gryffindor, tsk.

At this moment, Dumbledore returned to the Great Hall, and the old headmaster looked at Marvolo with boundless love and admiration.

How does it feel to become a human being?

His wording was very precise, which allowed him to directly separate Marvolo Sisyphus's 'resurrection' from his past, as if to say: Hey, you're not living a second life, because you were just suffering in hell before.

Hermione and Nietzsche, who were still making a ruckus, immediately became serious after hearing the headmaster's voice. They cleared their throats and pretended to be nonchalant.

“I don’t understand, Dumbledore,” Marvolo said. “Why didn’t I die? I remember going to a… ghost station-like place.”

"I'm afraid I can't explain the station issue, since I'm still alive. As for your soul returning, it's probably due to the chain reaction between Harry's magic and the Resurrection Stone," Dumbledore said gently.

"like?"

Mavolo frowned habitually at this baffling answer.

Dumbledore shook his head and carefully explained, "Harry was right next to you at the time. His magic protected your consciousness through the blood connection between you, so Voldemort's Killing Curse couldn't kill you completely."

"Gellert was astonished to discover that the Resurrection Stone was actually a prison for the wearer, trapping your broken soul and preventing it from leaving your body..."

“But his soul is Voldemort’s,” Hermione said, puzzled.

Since Harry's bloodline magic protected Marvolo, wasn't that essentially protecting Voldemort as well?

“I think only Marvolo himself can answer this question,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “The soul is a complex thing that combines consciousness and will, but I can be sure that Voldemort killed the part of himself that he possessed.”

A silence fell between the three of them; they still hadn't been able to get a complete answer to the question of the soul.

Hermione suddenly remembered what she had heard when she came in, and when she saw the headmaster wearing a simple wizard's robe instead of his usual luxurious violet robe, she became even more certain of her guess.

"Principal, where do you plan to go next?" she asked reluctantly.

“Silly children, where else can I go? Where can this old body of mine go? I missed a lot when I was young, but I’m glad you didn’t repeat the mistakes Gellert and I made.” Dumbledore winked at the two of them and teased.

Nietzsche lowered his head and counted how many cracks were in the wood on the floor, while Hermione blushed as she admired the chandelier on the ceiling.

However, Nietzsche knew where the principal would go after retirement; most likely, he would return to his old home in the Godric Valley with Gellert, and doze off in front of Ariana's tombstone while sitting in two wicker chairs.

“Oh, I suddenly remembered what Minerva asked me to tell you,” Dumbledore broke the silence, looking at Nietzsche and saying, “about your graduation.”

"Didn't I finish my exams?" Nietzsche had a bad feeling.

“But you know, Minerva is very strict, and I’ve already retired, so... you’ll have to serve as her assistant at Hogwarts for a year until you graduate with Miss Granger.”

This is awesome!

This is so annoying...

The former is Hermione's excited jubilation, while the latter is Nietzsche's lament.

Well, even Headmistress McGonagall is helping out. It's clear that Nietzsche is going to suffer both physically and mentally for the next year: he has to help the headmistress with her official duties, handle the Ministry of Magic's administrative affairs for Hermione, and he can't even run away!

Isn't this just his uncle's usual workday? No way!

"Will I grow up to be as fat as Mycroft?" Nietzsche couldn't help but shudder.

“Don’t worry, darling~” Hermione whispered in his ear, “I will supervise your daily training.”

"No!!!"

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Well, this book has finally reached its million-word mark and is now finished.

Well, the results far exceeded Fox's expectations, but Fox himself wasn't entirely satisfied with what he had written.

To be honest, I've always been a stickler for research. Even when it comes to fan fiction, I do my research beforehand to ensure that the original magic system isn't disrupted. For example, the ingredients for the 'Full Moon Potion' to cure werewolves and the magic of love.

(Because the Rowling Harry Potter universe has a clear runic literature, that is, runic symbolism, the fox would associate ancient magic with runes, and the same applies to the scar on Potter's forehead.)

Runewords do indeed contain the word "lightning scar," and the translation of "sun" is indeed "victory," usually expressed as overcoming evil, consistent with the idea that parental love triumphs over Voldemort.

Ahem, that’s too far off topic.

It was precisely because of the excessive attention to detail that the later part of the Fox's story became somewhat disjointed, and some readers even said it was "not satisfying enough".

However... according to Sherlock Holmes, the fox really did his best to let the protagonist defeat Moriarty without deus ex machina, but the later plot was still a mess.

And the fox has never been in a relationship, so he's really not good at giving out sweet moments, sob sob.

And there are typos too, but even so many readers still support me, I'm so grateful!

The original plan was to finish the story with over 1.3 million words, but because the later plot went a bit wrong and was difficult to salvage, Fox had no choice but to speed up the main storyline and finish it as soon as possible so that the book supported by readers could have a normal happy ending.

Damn it!!! (cursing himself)

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The fox will take a break for about two months, and might write a new story about the hammer? After all, he's wanted to write one for a long time.

(It might not be a chaotic battle in a game world; it could also be a time-traveling adventure of Marshal Blasch from a super-Earth... Aba aba.)

The extra chapter's class monitor's washroom is really nice~

"Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Nietzsche sat in the headmaster's chair, casually reading various parchment scrolls, including but not limited to those about students taking leave for various reasons, Argus Filch's new suggestions for punishing students, and so on.

All of this should have been handled by the current Principal McGonagall, but she has instead left it to Nietzsche.

Principal Cat said, "Since the school hasn't found a new professor of Transfiguration yet, I can't just sit in my office doing nothing, can I? And Vice Principal Severus also has his own duties..."

So McGonagall, now the headmistress, went to teach, and for the first time, she experienced the joy of Dumbledore passing the buck.

Nietzsche took a sip of his iced soda, grumbling as he rejected Professor Slughorn's 'club renovation application,' then checked off a few unrealistic forms before lying back, grabbing a licorice stick from the pen holder, and popping it into his mouth.

Today is his first week in seventh grade, but there are still many more days like this to come throughout the year!

Impatience, complaints, grievances... Nietzsche's headache worsened at the thought that less than five days had passed.

"Hey! You brat!" Armando scolded from the portrait next to the wall. "The seat you're sitting in is the Headmaster's seat at Hogwarts. You should be grateful for this honor, and you dare to complain?"

“If I could refuse—” Nietzsche stretched and, in a shooting motion, tossed the bitten licorice wand into the empty soda can.

He then turned his head away in displeasure, looking at the instigator above Headmaster Armando—Albus Dumbledore, whose blue eyes were narrowed into crescent shapes, and behind his half-moon spectacles was a cunning smile like that of a fox.

However, compared to the others, Principal Blake seemed quite happy. He emerged from the corner and clapped his hands approvingly.

“Very good,” Phineas Black said boastfully. “There’s nothing to care about when honors are easily obtained. After all, for us fine Slytherins, these are things we should be doing all along. I like your attitude!”

In fact, he was just taking this opportunity to elevate his own status and annoy the other principals.

Then the principals who had been inexplicably stepped on became unhappy. They started running out of their own portraits and into Principal Blake's portrait to start fighting.

Nietzsche sighed, snapped his fingers, and silenced them.

This happened quite often, and he now understood why there was a magical curtain on the wall displaying the portrait of Headmaster Dumbledore; it seemed that Dumbledore, who invented it, was already used to the noise.

"squeak---"

The oak door to the office was pushed open, and Hermione walked in from outside.

She stood tall with her back straight, her supple and muscular thighs paired with tall boots making her look even taller, and now that Nietzsche had taken away much of the pressure, her steps were much lighter.

The girl's naivety has long since faded, and she exudes a captivating charm.

If beautiful women are likened to roses, then in Nietzsche's view, Hermione is a rose bush that devours people; she uses her sweet appearance to lure them in and then consumes them completely... This is even more evident in Nietzsche's view.