Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

The Squib dragged his chain, glancing sideways at each wizard who stepped onto the steps. He only wanted to find the wizard who killed Mrs. Lorris. When he saw Nietzsche coming over, he started counting on his fingers, listing which student was a suspect.

When Nietzsche arrived, he found Prefect Penelope lying on the ground, surrounded by shards of broken glass.

Hermione arrived first, and Professor Lockhart pretended to look around as if he thought he could find some clues. Harry and Nietzsche arrived later.

“What about Myrtle?” Nietzsche asked.

"She was petrified too." Hermione opened the bathroom door, and everyone saw the ghost, emanating black gas, sitting on the toilet with its mouth agape, the scream forever frozen in its throat.

Unfortunately, the basilisk did not forget to spare the ghost.

"Why didn't you wait for her?" George asked his brother reproachfully.

“I…I…because I didn’t want anyone to see.” Percy hung his head, this time not angry at his brothers’ scolding. “I didn’t let Ginny tell you, because you would definitely gossip…”

The Ravenclaws were the most furious; they seemed never to have imagined that their house would be poisoned.

Because eaglets are usually solitary and indifferent to many things, they will still cry out in pain when the butcher's knife is raised above their heads.

“Potter?” Roger Davis pulled out his wand and pointed behind Nietzsche, shouting.

“I’ve been in the Great Hall the whole time!” Harry shouted angrily. “From the moment you started to doubt me because I’m a Parseltongue, I’ve been in the Great Hall every single day except when I’m in class. Why do you think I’ve put up with all those glares?”

He strode over the girl on the ground, grabbed the Ravenclaw senior's wrist, and pressed his chest against the tip of the wand.

"If you think I'm the murderer, knock me unconscious and see if another person gets killed!"

Roger Davis was undecided, so he turned his attention to Nietzsche, a true member of the dueling club.

“I can vouch for that.” Nietzsche waved his wand, pulling the two apart. “If it really was Harry Potter, he would have preferred to be bitten that day rather than reveal his Parseltongue, and besides, he grew up in the Muggle world.”

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to make sense. Plus, Harry had never left their sight, so they couldn't open the Chamber of Secrets.

"What a pity. If I had known that monster in the Chamber of Secrets was passing by my door, I could have stopped it." Lockhart kept clicking his tongue, as if he had actually defeated Snape that day.

Hermione felt a wave of fear and helplessness.

What frightens her is that the basilisk is indeed coming for her, as it has been roaming the third floor; what's frustrating is that the people in the shadows seem to be watching her all along, ready to bite without hesitation the moment she shows any weakness.

However, the third floor is a U-shaped corridor, and the only way out is by a few staircases.

However, nothing unusual was found in those portraits. Where could such a huge serpent monster hide?

Because of Penelope's situation, a sense of paranoia began to permeate the entire school. When Professor Flitwick arrived, he was momentarily dazed and almost fainted.

“She’s not dead yet.” Minerva picked Penelope up.

“That’s good…that’s good…” Flitwick was trembling all over. “Minerva, I almost thought we were going to have another Myrtle.”

But the news eventually got out, because the latest Daily Prophet published the recent events in the Chamber of Secrets and included news that numbed him—the Board of Governors had turned its attention to Headmaster Dumbledore.

That's right, the Hogwarts Board of Governors, which had hardly ever done anything productive, applied to the Ministry of Magic for a suspension order.

"That little brat!" Nietzsche cursed through gritted teeth.

This must have been leaked by Draco; the Malfoys wanted to use this opportunity to interfere in Hogwarts...

Of course, they're in a real hurry, since they're almost homeless and are trying to find a new place to stay.

Chapter 108 Intervention by the Ministry of Magic

Percy would visit Penelope whenever she was hospitalized.

In the days leading up to the Christmas holidays, no one was willing to sit idly by and wait for their doom. Nietzsche was actually somewhat grateful to the Basilisk—because indiscriminate terrorist attacks would only make the entire Hogwarts community more united.

This also transformed Hermione's original group for exchanging ideas and learning into a much larger wizarding order.

“If Headmaster Dumbledore leaves, won’t the attacks become even more frequent?” Hannah Abbott said angrily. “How could the Board of Trustees apply for a suspension order at this time?!”

Purebloods are a rarity at Hufflepuff House, which is considered a cornerstone of the British magical world.

Therefore, they firmly believed that the next target of the attack would definitely be one of the Muggles in Hufflepuff, and they desperately wanted to participate in the group... at least to feel more at ease psychologically.

"Malfoy is also a member of the school board; they must know something..."

"They want to take over Hogwarts?"

The young wizards chattered and cursed the injustice of the magical world, and casually signed "Going Home" on the list of those staying at school for Christmas.

Nietzsche knew that this matter was absolutely related to Lucius Malfoy. When he heard Ron’s cynical account, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind, like lightning piercing the dark night sky.

That's right, he wants to bring down Mr. Weasley at the Ministry of Magic, and one 'magical car' isn't enough.

Nietzsche questioned himself: Think... think about what Dobby said. It knew that Lucius could open the Chamber of Secrets, which is why it came to 'protect' Harry Potter.

He watched the heated discussion on the long table and decided to throw in another can of incendiary agent.

"Who knows? He opposes Mr. Weasley's Muggle Protection Act and might even want Hogwarts to ban Muggle students," Nietzsche casually remarked.

Cedric's character impressed the Ravenclaw Quidditch team members; he was a student who could distinguish right from wrong.

So he clenched his fists, stood up, and pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to an even greater climax. Everyone was pounding on the table and looking at the main guest seat in front of them.

Even Headmaster Dumbledore hadn't expected the students to be so excited, and he gave Nietzsche a meaningful look.

"Alright, quiet down!" Dumbledore pressed his palms, gradually lowering the volume of voices below. "The Ministry of Magic has not yet responded to the suspension order. My primary task is to ensure your safety."

He didn't think Cedric and the Gryffindors could deduce their purpose from Lucius Malfoy's statement in the Daily Mail.

Without a doubt, this must have been the anger stirred up by Nietzsche and Holmes.

"So it's true?" Cedric stood up and shouted, mustering his courage. "They really want to kick us out?"

"I assure you, even if the Ministry of Magic does recognize the suspension order, those conspiracies will not succeed... At that time, Vice-Headmaster McGonagall will replace me as interim Headmaster." Dumbledore did not refute them, but simply comforted them.

Nietzsche draped his trench coat over himself and gave Draco a defiant smile.

In some ways, his attitude toward them was more like that of Moriarty before he became morally depraved, but he was even more ruthless than Shylock.

“I will have my father lodge a protest with Minister Fudge!” Cedric said angrily.

“Really?” Draco scoffed, completely disregarding him. “I remember Mr. Diggory was only in charge of managing magical creatures… Oh, don’t worry, maybe he can replace Hagrid and work here for free.”

"What do you mean?"

Ron grabbed a half-eaten pudding and threw it at the Slytherin table.

This angered Professor McGonagall, who reprimanded Snape before he could speak: "Five points deducted from Gryffindor... Mr. Weasley, if you're full, leave the Great Hall!"

Dumbledore looked exhausted and sighed as he glanced at Nietzsche, who stood motionless to the side.

After the banquet, he intended to call Nietzsche to the courtyard outside the hall alone, but then suddenly felt it was not a safe place, so he asked Vice Principal McGonagall to call Hermione over instead.

"Hagrid is being taken away." The headmaster, standing by the fountain, suddenly delivered some bad news as he watched the two approach.

"Why?" Hermione exclaimed in shock. "What does Hagrid have to do with this... I mean, although he likes to keep magical creatures, how could the Ministry of Magic just arbitrarily pin something on him like this?"

The Ministry of Magic, of course, wouldn't be so casual—Nietzsche thought to himself.

“Unfortunately, this is related to his past criminal record, and the Ministry of Magic desperately needs a scapegoat,” Dumbledore said, leaning slightly forward as he looked at them.

But this was within Nietzsche's expectations.

If Lucius wanted to bring down Dumbledore, he would definitely start with those around him. He first orchestrated the 'locked room attack', and then used the attacked Muggle students as a means of attack.

"The first opening of the secret chamber was related to Hagrid?" Nietzsche quickly guessed the answer.

“That’s right…” Dumbledore immediately added, “but it wasn’t Hagrid who started it. He was framed and will be taken away by the Ministry of Magic during the Christmas holidays. And Minerva won’t last much longer.”

Hermione keenly sensed that the attack would continue until the students were sent home.

But if that were done, Hogwarts would return to a state of being unsupervised. To put it in the worst-case scenario, Lucius would be elected headmaster by the Board of Governors.

“I’ve been talking to Hagrid and the centaurs these past few days… because Hagrid is terrified of going to Azkaban, and the centaurs don’t want the Ministry of Magic to send a newcomer to the Forbidden Forest,” the headmaster said.

"Fudge would rather believe a former Death Eater than you?" Hermione said disappointedly.

“In fact… he wasn’t unwilling to believe it, but rather afraid,” Dumbledore said with a sigh. “He always had a way of justifying himself, something called ‘balance,’ and Lucius just happened to give him that sense of security.”

Nietzsche knew Lucius's motives—he wanted to regain his footing in the wizarding world and suppress the pro-Muggle faction led by Dumbledore.

"What is Fudge's attitude toward the Muggle Protection Act?" he asked.

“Because of the Muggles’ tough stance last year, he doesn’t want to add any more unnecessary work to the Ministry of Magic,” Dumbledore explained. “But if Lucius wants to completely destroy this law, he will definitely smear Arthur.”

But how did the locked-room attack case get smeared on Arthur Weasley?

Oh right, Polyjuice Potion... Hermione realized it almost instantly. Clearly, Draco was impersonating one of the Weasleys, and he could use his influence to smear Draco.

Look, Arthur Weasley, who wrote the Muggle Protection Act, was actually plotting against Muggles, so there must be something wrong with this law!

"Headmaster, do you think Lucius would let his son do this?" Hermione had tried to be as tactful as possible.

“I’ll keep an eye on it.” Dumbledore glanced at the wall clock, then waved his hand and said, “Alright, I haven’t really left the school. If you need help, Hogwarts won’t refuse you.”

However, this was the last conversation before Christmas.

After the first semester ended, everyone rushed home. Not a single Muggle or half-blood wizard wanted to stay at the school. They trudged through the thick snow, far from the castle shrouded in fear.

Needless to say, Harry didn't want to go back to the Dursleys and planned to go to Hagrid to ask about the specifics.

Cedric, the class monitor, intends to remain at the school and unconditionally cooperate with the deans' work.

This year's Christmas was as cold as usual, but at least Hermione could spend it with her parents... unlike Nietzsche, who woke up not knowing where he was, only feeling as if he had been hit on the head with a club, and the pain was intense.

He did not spend Christmas Eve with the Watsons; to be precise, he refused.

"Merry Christmas." Quirrell, wrapped in a wool blanket, was tying a gift box to the back of an owl with a rope.

He felt his mouth was extremely dry, so he poured some water from the teapot on the ground into his mouth, only to find it was scalding whiskey. Nietzsche choked and sprayed the whiskey out like a showerhead.

“When I came back last night, I remember I was…at home,” he said, his words slurred.

“Yes, but then you said Sherlock went out on a case and you were bored at home alone.” Quirinas tossed a gift box at his feet. “And then you just started drinking by yourself.”

Nietzsche was facing away from the morning sun, but as soon as he turned over, he saw two guests on the sofa—one of whom was Moriarty.

He instinctively grabbed the wand, but the man in the beige hat was faster, pulling out a finely crafted gun with a barrel about twenty inches long from his waist. It had no magazine and looked like a cheap movie prop.

The only noteworthy feature is the many strange runes and Latin inscriptions on it:

'Impedimenta (Obstacles)'