Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The soda water that had just been brought to Nietzsche's hand also began to cool down rapidly.

He took a sip. It tasted good... cold, as if it had been put on the rocks. However, the wizards who had ordered butterbeer and mead did not feel so well.

Countless black shadows descended from the sky, shuttling through the streets and alleys.

The whole village of Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card, but covered in mildew.

"Minister Fudge..." Madam Rosmerta hugged his arms.

"Don't worry, they can see through many disguises." Fudge felt the softness on his arm, and his mind began to become active, which made Hermione feel sick. "If Black wasn't here, they would leave."

The Dementors are approaching, and no one knows what they look like under their deep, dark hoods, or who they are looking at...

The arms that were stretched out like those of a rotting corpse were covered with scars of death. Even some students in grades five and six could only cover their mouths, trying hard to restrain themselves from screaming.

The two Dementors began to stick to the faces of those people one by one from the left and right sides, and slowly admired them.

Every wizard who was checked could no longer laugh. Nietzsche felt that these Dementors seemed to be taking the opportunity to secretly eat some "snacks".

When it was his turn, the Dementor hesitated because Minister Fudge was sitting next to him.

"Minister, do you think I am Sirius Black?" Nietzsche held down Hermione's raised arm, took a sip of cherry soda, turned his head, and said very gently.

He felt no fear, nor did he have his happiness sucked away like those wizards.

"You're joking. I'm afraid Black doesn't dare to imitate you." Fudge joked.

He waved his hand, signaling the Dementors to jump over the people around him, but it was completely useless. The Dementors leaned down, and a foul smell hit his face. Nietzsche could sense that the face under the hood was staring at the table next to him.

Oh, and Dementors can see through disguises, which means Harry Potter can't hide.

But Fudge became impatient.

"What are you doing? If Black is talking to me, can't I tell?" He raised his eyebrows and scolded, "I arrested him myself. No one knows Black better than me."

Since the boss said so, the Dementors could only take a few steps back in disappointment and avoid the people at Nietzsche's table.

After the Dementors moved away, Nietzsche discovered that Dementors had started to enter not only the Three Broomsticks pub, but also other shops, big and small. It seemed that the Ministry of Magic was indeed frightened by Black and Granger.

Just as Hogsmeade was shrouded in darkness, he saw a dazzling silver light rushing out from the alley next to the post office.

It was a goat made of white mist. After driving many Dementors out of the alley, it ran rampant everywhere, scaring the Dementors patrolling the streets and in front of shops away.

"Dirty, disgusting thing!" The goat opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar.

Fudge suddenly slapped his thigh and quickly drove the two Dementors out of the store.

"What are you doing?" he said unhappily to the goat. "Aberforth, you were charged with 'obstruction of public service' again after you were charged with 'illegal magic' against the goat?"

"All my guests have been scared away!" roared the goat.

Nietzsche and Hermione opened the door a crack and stuck their heads out to look.

Judging from this goat Patronus, the Patronus Charm is not only able to resist the invasion of dark magic and Dementors, but can also be used for communication.

"This is to strengthen the security of Hogsmeade..."

"So you are the one who brought the Dementors in front of the people?" The goat pawed its front hooves, lowered its head, and pointed its horns at the surrounding Dementors. "The last person who offended me had his nose crooked by me!"

"You dare? Your brother won't get in the way of my work!"

"He is he, I am me, Fudge...you can try."

It turns out there are people who dare to confront Fudge head-on.

Moreover, Nietzsche found that Fudge did not dare to resist too much. You know, if it was an ordinary wizard, Fudge would definitely send Dementors and other Aurors to capture him. The charge of "obstructing public law enforcement" alone was enough to clear himself.

Fudge whispered something to the goat, and then the goat walked back into the alley next to the post office in the mist.

"Okay, okay, everyone, let's go back to school." Fudge shouted angrily, "If you don't like Dementors, I will replace them with dragons to guard this place next time."

No one dared to go out first. Fudge left, but the Dementors were still floating in the sky.

Hermione hoped that Aberforth would come out and help, but he seemed to only care about the tavern, because the goat stood in the middle of the alley, motionless.

Finally, she raised her wand in desperation: "Expecto Patronum!"

The silver smoke made the tavern warmer. She raised her head and signaled the Hogwarts students to follow her.

"Follow closely, be careful of those Dementors..." Before leaving, Hermione maliciously bumped Nietzsche with her shoulder, "After all, you haven't learned the Fiery Blaze and the Patronus Charm yet~"

They walked along the Three Broomsticks towards Hogwarts, knocking on the doors of every shop.

Nietzsche followed at the end of the team. When Hermione picked up a few Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw little wizards from Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, she was accepting everyone's envy, but she could only sigh alone.

"Excellent Patronus Charm. When we get back to school, I'll give you ten extra points... oh no, twenty points!" Professor Flitwick screamed at the door of the tea shop.

Every time Hermione was praised, she would turn her head and smile proudly.

In Honeydukes, Professor McGonagall had been waiting for a long time. After seeing that everyone returned safely, she paid for a piece of chocolate for everyone out of her own pocket...except Harry Potter, who secretly ran to the cellar.

"I wish I knew what my Patronus was~" Hermione leaned over.

"Okay, okay, I know you have learned the Patronus Charm." Nietzsche held Crookshanks and quickened his pace.

Volume 1: Chapter 188: Darth Vader's Same Uniform

This Christmas, Hermione went home as usual, leaving only Nietzsche in school.

All he needed to do was to look at the Marauder's Map with Harry. Since there had been no news from Black for a long time, the ink spot marking Peter Pettigrew had remained on the Gryffindor Tower.

There were very few people staying in school this time, but there were still twelve Christmas trees in the hall of Hogwarts as usual.

On Christmas morning, Nietzsche was awakened by the weight of Crookshanks.

"Meow meow~"

"Merry Christmas." Nietzsche planned to turn over and sleep in during the holiday when he didn't have to do homework or attend classes.

But when he faced the wall, he found several boxes piled in the corner. At the bottom of the dim lake, he sat up from the bed wrapped in a quilt.

Several of the gift packages seemed to be wrapped in several tattered plastic bags. The colorful paper wrapping used to wrap the gift boxes was larger than the surrounding packages, but also dirtier.

Nietzsche was too lazy to get up, so he took out his wand from under his pillow.

The smaller boxes floated up, and were roughly torn open by a pair of invisible hands, revealing the gifts inside:

Plates of candy, cookies and a pair of wool socks.

"Uh...Principal Dumbledore's." Nietzsche took one look at the red and yellow socks and immediately knew who it belonged to.

The box of cookies must have been Mary's; if he hadn't seen the signature on the card that came with it, he would have thought the decaffeinated cookies were from Mrs. Hudson.

Sherlock gave two toothbrushes.

"Is there any secret?" But after playing with it for a while, Nietzsche found that there was no button that could pop out a sharp knife from the toothbrush head.

He opened the entire box again, but found nothing else. He only found a sentence written on the Christmas card:

For personal use and gifting.

Perhaps there was some deeper meaning or bad taste, Nietzsche threw the two identical toothbrushes away and finally focused his attention on the two huge, tattered packages.

“The package is coming.”

The two big gift boxes almost knocked Crookshanks off the bed.

Nietzsche tore open the package and gasped. A black and green cavalry breastplate fell to the ground. The material was smooth, but when he touched it, he found that it was still a bit rough, as if it was welded together with many scales.

He then opened the second package, but as soon as he tore a hole, something also slipped out.

It was a bunch of tiny black-green scales... Nietzsche tried to use the Flying Spell and the Levitation Spell, but found that the scales could not be summoned at all.

There were also two small balls wrapped in metal and a page of parchment.

"There are too many scales on the basilisk, and since it is impossible to get rid of them all at once, Dobby took the initiative to make some of them into armor for preservation and use. Dobby remembered that many pure-blood masters did the same thing before."

This is really...

“This is truly the best gift I’ve ever received!!”

House-elves are really... they have a long lifespan. While serving several generations of their family, their brains will also record the knowledge of several generations of their family, including but not limited to alchemy and secret spells.

No wonder those families would rather cut off the elves' heads and hang them on the wall than grant them freedom.

Nietzsche couldn't wait to put it on, but he regretted it in less than two seconds - it was too cold!

The coldness that penetrated his underwear and skin woke him up instantly, eliminating any sleepiness he had.

"Hardness... feels okay, but I don't know if the magic resistance effect has been weakened."

Crookshanks tilted his head and saw Nietzsche excitedly holding a knife and stabbing and stabbing his arms and chest, making several sharp friction sounds.

But a knife alone was not enough, he then took out a first-year revolver from his luggage, placed one of the guards on the ground, and fired a shot at it. The high-speed rotating bullet and the guard created sparks.

Nietzsche checked it and found no penetration, so he rubbed it with his fingertips...no dents, just a few scratches.

This is a good thing. He quickly put away the remaining scales, put on a school robe over the armor, and walked out of the dormitory.

"Leave some of the rest for Hermione?" Nietzsche thought as he walked out of the basement. "Let me think about it... I can make another level 4 anti-curse helmet that matches the wizards, and it must be fully protective."

The basilisk's eyes can also be hung around its neck.

Oh, by the way, he couldn't tell Hermione that the golden ball was an eye, otherwise she would find it disgusting... After all, which normal person would hang the eyeballs of a living creature on his body.

The whole school of Hogwarts was very deserted that day.

There were more than a few students in the hall: Neville had gone back to be with his family, Ron was sitting with Harry holding Scabbers the mouse, there were two dejected freshmen and Astoria from Slytherin.

There was only one dining table in the center where students and professors ate together.

Even Filch, who is usually gloomy and impatient, changed into a tuxedo at Christmas... although it looked like a long time ago.

"Merry Christmas~" Grindelwald said happily when he saw Nietzsche coming over, "Albus, I'm glad you invited me to join - your - party."

"Don't be silly, just eat as much as you want."

Harry and Ron sat side by side, each with a brand new broomstick on their laps.

"This is the latest Firebolt!" Ron stroked the streamlined birch wood carefully. "It's a truly international Christmas gift. It's amazing. If anyone gives me one, I can be his godson."

"I hope you don't drool on my cushions," Harry said venomously.

But Nietzsche found that the two of them were in unison and their eyes would occasionally glance at him.

Obviously, this valuable gift must be shown off.

"We've heard it all before you came here," Astoria said helplessly as she cut into a baked potato. "The most expensive Christmas gift ever... and then they'll ask, 'Hey, what's your gift?'"

As soon as Nietzsche sat down, he heard Harry ask this.

"What's your gift this year?" Harry cleared his throat and pretended to be familiar with the situation. "I'm just curious, so I just asked casually. Of course, the thought behind the gift is the same as that of the Firebolt."

For at least a month after Christmas, Harry Potter would be talking about the Firebolt all the time.

But the problem is, of course, he could envy anyone else but Nietzsche - the other party's little actions not only did not make him envious, but instead aroused his competitive spirit.

"Can someone come at me?" Nietzsche stood up and tore open his collar with both hands like Superman, letting the black and green plate armor shine with candles and torches. "Anything, except the Killing Curse."

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Harry thought he had irritated the other party and quickly put the Firebolt back into the bag.

"Everything is petrified."

Perhaps Snape had long been unable to tolerate the atmosphere at this table. After hearing Nietzsche's "request", he raised his finger and cast a petrification spell. He couldn't punish Harry, so he could only vent his anger on Nietzsche from his own college.

But when Nietzsche saw the attack, he did not use the barrier spell to block it. He just stood there and let the gray magic power take over himself.

Even though the professor's attack was cast wandless, it was as powerful as that of an outstanding seventh-year graduate, but Nietzsche didn't even stumble. The spell passed through the school robe but was blocked by the snake-scale breastplate inside.

"Thank you, this is my gift, everyone." Nietzsche sat down briskly.

Everyone was a little dazed. They only saw the spell appear, flash, and hit Nietzsche, and then... nothing happened.

"This kind of excellent craftsmanship can be compared with that of goblins." Grindelwald's eyes flickered slightly, and his voice became louder, interrupting the competition between the two parties at the long table. "Which master created this?"

"Dobby, a house-elf... no, a free house-elf."

"Then it is indeed a priceless treasure." Dumbledore put an end to the competition and said with ease and joy.

At this time, the door behind the hall was pushed open again, and the professor of Divination wearing a pair of frog glasses came in. Trelawney's clothes were very gypsy-style, and her whole body was embellished with metal picks.

She spread her arms and flew over like a dragonfly.

"I thought Sybill was still in the attic and didn't want to come out..." Professor McGonagall said rudely.