Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"The Boggart ran away? He hasn't done anything yet!" Draco slammed the wooden table hard and said to Professor Lupin in dissatisfaction.

"The Boggart will not run away until it is expelled by a spell." Lupin looked at the empty podium and added, "Unless Mr. Holmes uses a silent and wandless spell or brain blocking."

It’s hard to say, after all, this is a genius recognized by countless professors.

Then he put his worries aside because the wardrobe began to shake violently again.

"Don't be nervous. Boggart is a non-existent creature. It is a conceptual creature and will not cause any harm to us." Lupin held his wand, ready to attack.

There is nothing we can do unless we are scared to death.

He was worried that the students would be frightened and was about to expel the Boggart, but Draco spoke up to stop him.

"Hey! He hasn't cast the spell yet." A book flew up from behind for no reason and hit him on the back of the head. "Who threw it! Who?!"

Suddenly, the two doors of the closet were opened, and a large number of corpses poured out of the closet accompanied by flies.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath, but later realized that there was no smell, and people's fear made the Boggart eat heartily, causing the effect to continue to expand, and fortunately the lights were not blown out.

Although I was prepared, my heart still skipped a beat when I saw the corpses piled up like a mountain.

The Grangers, the Watsons, Hermione, Harry, Warrington...whether they were wizards or ordinary people who had met them once, all turned into corpses and fell to the ground.

"I am the winner after all, Voldemort."

When I came to my senses, a figure had unknowingly appeared among the crowd.

He was wearing a black robe, his body was muscular, and his facial features were snake-like. Although the man's scarlet eyes were only fixed on Nietzsche, the other students did not dare to move in their chairs.

"This is your end, Nietzsche." He walked down the mountain of corpses barefoot. "Everyone related to you will die. Even if they only meet you once, they will be tortured and become slaves of the old world..."

Voldemort's morbid complacency was displayed vividly.

But something even more terrifying happened. Voldemort seemed to have discovered the group of little wizards behind Nietzsche. He pinched his wand with his orchid fingers and avoided him, occasionally looking at the corpses on the ground and laughing.

"You're his friend too? What about you?"

The Slytherins who were stared at by that gaze suddenly felt terrified, their legs went limp, and they just kept repeating in their hearts: This is a Boggart, this is a Boggart.

Numbers are no longer an advantage for this Boggart.

"That doesn't make sense. Boggart shouldn't be able to tell what their fear is..." Lupin also began to breathe heavily.

"Relax, apparently what Nietzsche feared was even more terrifying than those ghouls and ghosts. It temporarily changed the hearts of the wizards, and they temporarily developed the same degree of fear towards that man."

Only Grindelwald appeared relaxed as he stepped over the corpses and walked to Lupin.

The tightly closed classroom door was suddenly opened. Grindelwald noticed the noise. He first looked at the empty seat next to Nietzsche, and then fell into deep thought.

"Tell me, who am I?" Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at one of the Slytherins frivolously.

"God...mysterious man..."

"No, that's not my name, Cruciatus--"

Only Nietzsche had seen what Voldemort looked like, so only Boggart could interpret Voldemort's demeanor and personality through him.

In front of such a real Dark Lord, everyone's fear was unified, and only Boggart could intimidate everyone at once... This made them feel as if Voldemort was really threatening them.

"How ridiculous!" Nietzsche came back to his senses.

When Voldemort was chanting the Cruciatus Curse, he suddenly sneezed, causing his wand to tilt and point at himself.

Then he suddenly fell to the ground, as if he had been electrocuted, and twitched while holding onto the Slytherin student's desk. His hands were bent, his palms curled inward, his facial features were distorted, and his tongue was sticking out.

This made his face, which had no nose bridge, look even more ridiculous.

"Ah~~" Voldemort's scream was different from the hoarse voice just now, it was more like the scream of a girl.

Then it disappeared and everything returned to peace.

"Uh...very...very good demonstration. When facing a Boggart, one should be as calm as Mr. Holmes." Lupin didn't dare to let others demonstrate, so he could only seal the wardrobe with the locking spell again.

Hiss~ If he had known that Boggart would turn into Voldemort, he would have jumped over it!

Now, if the next student comes up, the 'mysterious man' might have to make another trip again.

Lupin looked at the student with a complicated expression, his heart full of curiosity: How could this person's fear make that person appear like this? The fact that he could make the Boggart transform meant that Nietzsche had a complete template of the mysterious man in his mind.

Nietzsche could only return to the window and sit in silence.

What he feared was not Voldemort, but the failure of everything, just as Voldemort said: everything returned to the old world, mankind failed, and only lambs and shepherds were left.

"Okay, Boggart, I will stay in the classroom... and I will randomly check your ability to control your emotions." Grindelwald told him his next plan.

Then he dragged the shaking wardrobe out in front of the students.

Now, when they come to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they have to worry about whether a Boggart will jump out of their drawers or cabinets.

Love, hardcore teaching from Grindelwald.

Lupin was not so happy. He was never relieved. According to the Boggart-Repelling Spell, wizards need to imagine funny and happy things in their minds, but the mysterious man just now...

If he was not mistaken, the mysterious man was tortured by his own Cruciatus Curse!

"So, this student enjoys torturing others?!"

Volume 1: Chapter 161: Choose to Rise or Fall

"Have you heard that Nietzsche was afraid of 'that man'..."

"who's that person?"

"It's not who, it's 'that person', the one who cannot be mentioned. This is true. I was there at the scene and saw his face! I almost got the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Boggarts have no magic power and can't hurt you. If you ask me, they're worse than Harry Potter's."

"What is Potter afraid of?"

"What he fears is fear itself, the Dementors..."

Wednesday is Slytherin's special show, and Thursday is Gryffindor's performance. With only two or three days between them, there is one more thing worth discussing in Hogwarts: whose fear is more terrifying, Nietzsche's or Harry's.

George and Fred said that Harry Potter must be better.

They felt that the man who must not be named had been defeated once by Harry Potter, and that a defeated dark wizard was not worthy of being feared, so the concept of "fear" was more embodied.

But this idea was immediately rejected by Ravenclaw.

Hermione and Nietzsche, who were doing homework in the library on weekends, could hear the discussion between Kitty and Badger.

"Isn't the mysterious man dead?" Hannah asked first. "Logically speaking, when the mysterious man died, Nietzsche was not yet born... There is nothing to be afraid of a dead person even if he becomes a ghost."

She has always had a good relationship with Hermione, and she admired them even more after she learned that many wizards were working for the two little ones.

Although Hannah knew that her performance in spells was not ideal, as the only heir to the Leaky Cauldron, she was well aware of the benefits that Nietzsche and Hermione had brought to the Leaky Cauldron.

She and Hermione have long been a community of interests.

"This is something that's really scary to think about, Abbot... Boggart can only create things that we understand and fear." Anthony from Ravenclaw said in a low voice while guiding her to do her homework.

Hermione was sitting in front of the long table, and her writing hand suddenly stopped.

Apparently, some things can't be hidden, as Anthony said - which means Nietzsche must have seen the mysterious man with his own eyes.

"You mean..." Hannah focused on one word in the paper, her heart beating faster.

"Either the mysterious man has been resurrected, or he is not dead...or Nietzsche just has his photos and stories." Anthony noticed the sudden chill in the atmosphere and quickly stopped himself, finally finding a reasonable excuse to cover his mouth.

These are the only possibilities.

But there was no need for Anthony to explain what happened next. They could only try to deceive themselves with lies.

Nietzsche was concentrating on his homework when Hermione suddenly bumped his right hand with her elbow, causing him to write 'L' instead of 'I'. This gave him a headache, and he was upset at the thought of a wrong word appearing on his perfect essay.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder occurred.

Hermione was just busy working on the homework on the table and had no time to talk.

"What's wrong again..." Nietzsche just raised his head and saw many people looking at him.

There were new students, classmates and friends who had gone with him from the initial 'tutoring group' to the 'duel club', and they were all staring at him because of this matter.

The membrane of the truth has been pierced by Ravenclaw, but some people still hold on to a glimmer of hope.

"Don't treat us like fools, Nietzsche." Hannah pushed the textbook aside and said seriously, "You want us to learn practical skills to protect ourselves, and you want us to start various businesses outside. Don't say you are just doing it for fun."

Anyone who knows a little bit can see what Nietzsche and Hermione are trying to do.

As the Ministry of Magic gradually lifted its control over wizards' research on Muggle items, Diagon Alley, which was only separated from the Muggle world by a bar, gradually became lively... Coupled with Lockhart's novels, wizards actually began to yearn for the life of a Muggle.

They were curious about how Muggles, who had no magic, could do all this.

In a sense, it also promoted Muggle Studies and alchemy.

"What do you want to ask?" Nietzsche said.

In fact, his heart was not as calm as it seemed. He often thought about the meaning of the Boggart and Granger's return to silence.

History is an upward spiral, which is a universal law for Muggles.

But what if a wizard intervenes?

Of course, wizards can't kill tens of thousands of people at once, but they can twist their bodies and run to any corner of the world, even to the presidential palaces of countries around the world.

He blinked slightly, and every subtle ambient sound that entered his ears began to distort: ​​What if history could go backwards?

"You've known about this for a long time...right? You're preparing." Anthony glanced around and finally decided to stand up. "Now the wizarding world has a new view of Slytherin. Everyone has new choices."

Sometimes, Nietzsche didn't know what the future would be like.

In order to tip the balance in his favor, he would rather push for things that could cause a riot.

But the problem is that detonating a neutron is enough to cause the fission of other atomic nuclei, and the resulting chain reaction may never stop. He is not a mathematician and cannot calculate the probability.

"Yeah." Nietzsche nodded.

The reply was brief and sounded perfunctory, but it was enough for the thoughtful Ravenclaws to confirm their guess.

"Let me get this straight, I need you..."

"Wait, I don't understand." Hannah shook her head, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

"Hannah, once wizards flood into the Muggle world in large numbers, the Ministry of Magic will not sit idly by." Nietzsche turned his head and said calmly, "They will find a way to stop them, so I need you to withstand the pressure."

Just think of it as your own Leaky Cauldron... he thought to himself.

When wizards enter the Muggle world, this will cause discussions like those during the American Civil War - whether wizards have obligations and whether wizards belong to the people of the local country.

Once there is a disagreement on group affiliation, then government issues will follow. He has met with senior officials of the Ministry of Magic several times and it is easy for him to infer what that group of people are thinking. They always remain on the sidelines.

Nietzsche did not deny whether Voldemort was still alive, and this is the best answer.

"Great, these are your responsibilities." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and took out a stack of forms from her repaired schoolbag.

"You already had a plan?" Nietzsche asked in surprise.

"Of course... I've been waiting for the opportunity." She smiled awkwardly and handed out the form she had prepared earlier. She seemed to have expected this to happen today and even brought these things with her.

The heavy dark circles under his eyes even Nietzsche began to admire him.

Hermione suddenly pulled a pocket watch out of her pocket, checked the time, and hurried out.

There was no way, she had worked so hard. Nietzsche looked at the girl's back as she endured the pressure and wanted to remind her of something, but after thinking it over he gave up - Hermione was already busy enough, he should do something too.

Nietzsche thought: 'I'll make her some strawberry flavored dreamless sleeping potion...'

“But do we really want to do this? If the Ministry of Magic finds out, as long as even one of us secretly goes public, we’ll be in trouble and caught between the Muggles and the Ministry of Magic,” said Padma.

Her duty was to assist Lockhart.

After all, Padma is a loyal fan of Gilderoy Lockhart's books.

“Do you believe in Superman?

I admire wizards who dare to criticize the Statute of Secrecy, because they might be thrown into Azkaban.

Ladies and gentlemen, our era is about to begin.

Some people are reborn after death.

But history will eventually spiral upward.

I will say this one last time... wizards are not ignorant."

Nietzsche said so.