Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"This is all my fault... After you all believed that I was the secret-keeper, I persuaded James to temporarily replace the secret-keeper with Peter Pettigrew." Black said heartbrokenly, "I hate myself!"

He wished he had died in Azkaban.

From the perspective of the remorseful Blake, he believes that he is the murderer of the Potters.

Amid the other party's roar, Dumbledore stood up suddenly.

"In a sense, you did succeed. After all, even Headmaster Dumbledore was deceived by you. I believe Voldemort also considered you a secret keeper if Peter Pettigrew had not leaked the secret." Nietzsche affirmed.

I have to say, this trick within a trick was really brilliant.

Once successful, even if Black, who leaked the news, died, it would not affect the Potters. Unfortunately, there were variables.

It's rare that Gryffindor used his brain~

Dumbledore pulled Nietzsche aside, and in a flash, the old headmaster's face looked calm again.

But he knew that the other party wanted to ask about Peter Pettigrew, but Black's mental state was really... sorry, after all, he had been tortured by Dementors in Azkaban for more than ten years, and his mind was full of revenge.

"For so many years, I have been looking for Peter's whereabouts, but apart from the finger that was left behind, there is no clue." Dumbledore talked about the details of that year.

Moreover, they returned the finger to Peter Pettigrew's family.

"Can the Animagus be seen?" Nietzsche asked.

"Strictly speaking, unless the Animagus reveals himself, he can be confirmed in advance or distinguished through the shapeshifter's characteristics."

"Scabbers the mouse may be Peter Pettigrew. He is missing a finger, and Blake happened to see him at the newspaper office." Nietzsche said slowly, "I can let Ron change his pet this Christmas."

But in the case of Blake, in the absence of evidence, he is still to be placed here.

Dumbledore looked back. He planned to let Grindelwald take charge of the guard and also inquire about Nietzsche's "helper".

"He didn't lie." The principal said softly.

"Maybe, you bunch of egomaniacs..." Nietzsche wasn't thinking about Sirius Black.

Everything went on in an orderly manner. On this Sunday, as soon as Nietzsche arrived at the auditorium, he heard bursts of noise and flying ribbons. Without thinking too much, he knew it must be Gilderoy Lockhart who had returned.

He stood on the platform where the Sorting Hat once stood, throwing various books downwards.

There were two suitcases at his feet. They were the suitcases he had used to clean out the office in preparation for his departure. Now they were filled with all kinds of Muggle handicrafts and snacks.

"Everyone has a gift, don't worry!" Lockhart was wearing an expensive sky blue handmade robe, "A freshman of Ravenclaw, right? Study hard, maybe you and I will be colleagues in the future..."

Nietzsche suddenly regretted inviting him to school.

At this time, Hermione yawned and followed several witches out of the Gryffindor Tower.

Lockhart spotted the two people at the door at a glance, and ran towards them happily, holding up his robe like a princess, which scared Hermione so much that her sleepiness flew away.

"Why are you back?!" She took out her wand and stopped the enthusiastic Lockhart halfway.

"For a great mission." He rubbed his hands, ignoring the rude behavior, "Don't be like this, I have at least made sure that you and Nietzsche will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your lives, so you should at least behave yourself, right?"

In Lockhart's eyes, Hermione was a walking cornucopia.

If he puts a piece of gold in it, it will be returned to him double the next day.

This is true. After all, without him, there would be no investment from Howard, and Nietzsche would not be able to sell his novels...

"I'm already satisfied to think that Quirinus Quirrell won't nag me about those spell research. The only drawback is that there are no reporters everywhere in Hogwarts." Lockhart put his arm around Nietzsche without saying a word.

"It seems that you have adapted well out there." He forcefully pried the other's fingers apart.

"Not bad? I'm now a celebrity in the field of space exploration and clean energy!"

Lockhart was more confident than before, and he pulled the two of them to sit at the long Ravenclaw table, signing autographs for the young eagles while talking.

In fact, after Nietzsche's intervention, he is now a real celebrity in the wizarding world - it is said that Muggle Studies has also drawn on his novels about traveling in the Muggle world, which has played a significant role in promoting it.

So there are more little wizards reading his works than before.

"Be more restrained, or you might die of food poisoning the next day when you return to school." Hermione glanced at Professor Snape who was walking away in a huff.

She had a very bad temper. Lockhart shrank his neck, not knowing how he had offended her.

"Are you jealous?"

Hermione stabbed the table knife hard on the table and said viciously, "Yes, even I am jealous of my talent!"

After hearing these incomprehensible words, Lockhart shut his mouth. He decided to enjoy his breakfast without Quirinus.

"Why are you jealous of yourself? Aren't you a little too narcissistic?" Nietzsche asked cautiously.

"It's just that I wanted to be lazy and canceled these classes without permission." Hermione took out a crumpled notice from her pocket and slammed it on the table. "It's really funny, I didn't know there was this side of me!"

The notice clearly stated that Hermione's elective courses had been reduced from the full six to the normal three.

Nietzsche pursed his lips, restrained his smile, and hooked Crookshanks' chin with his finger - this was obviously Granger's masterpiece. She drank the shrinking potion he gave her and disguised herself as fourteen-year-old Hermione to cancel those elective courses.

"Maybe you are so tired that you have forgotten about it?" he said.

"Maybe..." Hermione sighed, disappointed.

This is not possible. Perhaps she already had regrets in the beginning, which led to the time-twister splitting herself into two to do this thing on her behalf.

But this is not a bad thing. Looking at it in a positive way, at least she can now spare time to learn spells and potions, and strive to surpass Nietzsche before the final exam.

"Let me show you something." Lockhart was dissatisfied with the negative emotions she expressed, waved his wand, and something flew out of the suitcase.

It was a flat, square thing that looked like a smaller version of a projector, except that the lens was on top of the set-top box and there were a few stone test tubes in another slot.

He then lit up his wand, allowing Nietzsche and Hermione to see microscopic magic patterns engraved on the test tube.

"I don't really relate to Muggle movies, so I kept thinking how cool it would be if the whole cinema could get involved... except for horror movies, which I hate."

Combining this with Lockhart's expertise, Nietzsche could tell that this was a memory playback device.

And those stone test tubes are probably the place where the 'film' is replaced.

"So you came here this time just to show off Professor Quirrell's invention?" Hermione said unhappily.

"Hey! Although Quirinus completed most of the content, I was the one who provided the ideas!" Lockhart's temper came up, "At least the fans of Star Trek and Ghost in the Shell should thank me."

Hermione looked at the excited Ravenclaws. She didn't expect that Kitty Hawk also had a homebody nature.

No, you can't think like that! She almost got into Ravenclaw!

(Nietzsche: Staying at home and reading is also considered a nerd.)

More and more curious wizards gathered around, and Nietzsche quickly pulled Lockhart away, leaving behind two large boxes full of gifts and the heartbroken Hermione.

"So what does Headmaster Dumbledore need me to do?" Lockhart tugged at his clothes and said in a serious tone, "I'm very busy. If it's about clearing my own memory, the Headmaster can do it himself."

"You are even better~" Nietzsche complimented.

"Hmm... you're right." A smile immediately spread across his face. "So who is the one who asked me to clear my memory this time? Let me guess, is it a wizard as powerful as Nick Flamel, or a high-ranking official?"

"Sirius Black."

Lockhart's smile froze, and he stood there as if time had been stopped. His face turned pale, and then he walked back with his things.

However, Nietzsche knew he would do this, so he held up his wand, picked up his robe and dragged it forward.

"That murderer?!" Lockhart tore at his clothes like a tantrum, his eyes always keeping an eye out for shadows around the corners. "You didn't mention this in your letter. I'm a celebrity, don't even think of getting me involved in this mess!"

As soon as a student passed by, he immediately became quiet, forced a smile and greeted them.

"I told you you wouldn't come back~" Nietzsche said calmly.

"No, no, no, Black is also wanted by Muggles, you know what I mean! That guy kills people without blinking an eye, it took more than 20 wizards from the Magical Law Enforcement Team to control him back then!!"

Lockhart was still so timid, and would panic once he caught sight of something beyond his ability.

How is this possible?

Nietzsche needs to train him well, at least to be as calm as Quirinus Quirrell...

Or let Gilderoy Lockhart try to die once too?

"Including Headmaster Dumbledore, there are three people here who can deal with him. What are you afraid of... I need a room where Sirius Black is being held." Nietzsche waved his hand and threw him in.

Lockhart beat his chest and stamped his feet. He was so stupid. Really, he should have known what kind of guy Nietzsche Holmes was.

But now, Grindelwald was the only one in the room. With his skeleton-like figure and heterochromatic pupils, he didn't look like a cell guard in the dark room, but more like... an accomplice.

"Nietzsche? Nietzsche!" He retreated repeatedly while holding the memory playback device.

Grindelwald was hunched over, playing with the wand in his hand and circling around him. Lockhart felt as if he was wearing no clothes or not at all, and was completely exposed in front of the old professor.

The other person's eyes were full of disgust, and he would sneer from time to time.

"That's it? The future of the wizarding world?"

Volume 1: Chapter 176: The Secret Keeper Twelve Years Ago

The extracted memories were stored in tubes made of black stone. The process was thrilling...but Blake had to bear all the consequences himself.

Grindelwald squatted aside the whole time, smacking his lips in admiration.

"Is there anything else in it besides the alchemical principles of the Pensieve?" His fanatical eyes scared Gilderoy.

"I...how would I know?" Gilderoy's hands trembled, and he carefully pulled the silver wire on the tip of the stick out a little. "Don't disturb me. His memory has been tortured by the Dementors and is ready to collapse at any time."

He was in a bad mood.

You know, he is a famous figure now. If he was not worried that Quirinus would curse him from time to time, he would not be ordered by Nietzsche to do these miscellaneous things.

Not to mention having to come into contact with such a dangerous person.

After Gilderoy had sorted out all his memories, he pressed a button, and a ball of light immediately emitted from the top of the projector, turning the original cell into a small hill - with a house on top.

Even the shape of the wind is reflected by the surrounding grass.

Nietzsche, Grindelwald, Gilderoy and Dumbledore are all paying attention to what is to come, the truth of twelve years ago.

"This is Godric's Hollow twelve years ago." Sirius Black said with fascination as he sat on the cold grass.

At this moment, a man suddenly passed from behind Nietzsche and ran hard towards the hillside. The man had elegant black hair and handsome looks. From his striking gray eyes, it was not difficult to tell that this was Sirius Black.

Young Black brushed past Old Black on the ground.

"James! Lily!" He climbed up the hill and knocked hard on the door.

"Sirius?"

Nietzsche and others didn't need to run, the whole picture was brought closer because of Sirius's running.

They were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Potter, Harry's parents:

James Potter looked gentle, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and hazel eyes, very similar to Harry;

Lily Potter frowned and tiptoed in from the inner room. She looked impatient when she saw the guest coming. Like Harry, she had almond-shaped green eyes.

"I just put Harry to sleep." Although Lily was harsh in her words, she still poured him a cup of tea.

"Sorry, I just came back from the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius scratched the back of his head sheepishly and swallowed. "We received new information that the You-Know-Who is looking for the children in the prophecy."

He didn't continue talking, but looked at the two of them in silence.

The meaning was self-evident. James stood up a little at a loss, walked back and forth in the living room, then paused and looked at Harry's bedroom.

"Where are the others?" Lily was the first to break the silence.

The first person she thought of was not herself. Of course, perhaps this was due to her trust in Dumbledore.

This was something Nietzsche had not expected.

"Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom have already hidden their child. Now all that's missing is you." Sirius took a sip of hot tea and calmed down. "Professor Dumbledore suggested using the Fidelius Charm to hide you."

Longbottom?

Nietzsche looked at Headmaster Dumbledore in confusion. Could it be that Neville's life was also hanging by a thread back then?

"The people Voldemort chose were those he thought were most likely to pose a threat to him." Dumbledore explained, "Neville was almost thought to be a Squib at first, and he believed that Harry's bloodline... Lily was a Muggle wizard."

Sirius said something more to the Potters and then left in a hurry.

But when he opened the door, the scene was not the Godric's Hollow they had seen. Following Sirius's scene, the picture remained in the living room of the Potters' house.

The only difference—it was filled with people Nietzsche didn't know.

Dumbledore hadn't changed much from more than ten years ago, except that he looked more haggard and anxious than he does now.

"The secret keeper must be the person you trust the most, James." Professor Dumbledore stood at the door, his expression uncertain in the dim light. "If you are willing, I can be the secret keeper."