Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I was just looking at the crystal ball. Sigh~" Trelawney walked to the dining table, looked around with bulging eyes, and muttered to herself, as if she was counting. "Thirteen? Thirteen! How unlucky!"

There were three first-year students, Harry and Ron, four deans, a headmaster, an assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Nietzsche himself, making a total of twelve.

"What's wrong?" Nietzsche moved his seat to the side.

"Whenever thirteen people are having a meal, the first person to stand up will be the first to die." Trelawney said nervously, with her hands in her pockets, "No, I must go against fate... I want to go back to eat!"

Just because of this?

Nietzsche glanced across and saw Ron using a spoon to scoop something up and put it on a small plate for his pet, Scabbers. He exchanged a glance with the headmaster.

"Perhaps you counted wrong." Dumbledore pursed his lips and chuckled, "You forgot Remus."

"Professor Lupin? But I didn't see him." Trelawney breathed a sigh of relief.

"He was not feeling well and left earlier... You know, the potions that Severus prepared, although they were never very tasty, still worked very quickly."

How could there be thirteen people?

Next to Ron, isn't there a Peter Pettigrew eating on the table?

Volume 1: Chapter 189: Gunshots on Christmas Day

Harry was the happiest during the Christmas holidays. In fact, as long as he could avoid going back to the Dursleys, it was enough to celebrate, not to mention that the Christmas present was a Firebolt.

The price of a Firebolt is enough to buy an entire Quidditch team new equipment such as Nimbus 2000 and waterproof and windproof cloaks.

The person who gave Harry the gift was Sirius Black. He paid for it and asked Dumbledore and Grindelwald to pass it to Harry.

"Is he very happy?" Sirius went to meet him as soon as he saw someone coming in. "That's great. He is even more talented in Quidditch than James. I really want to see him riding on it with my own eyes."

But Nietzsche was in no mood to chat with him about Harry Potter because Granger was about to leave.

On Monday morning before the end of the holiday, Nietzsche was dragged to the edge of the forbidden forest. No one could guarantee how much impact her return would cause, so she could only choose a place with few people.

Granger hung the Time-Turner around her neck and flipped open the lid.

"We're about to leave...haha." Her complexion was better than when she first arrived. She was no longer so thin, and her eyes were full of victorious vitality. She squatted down, holding up Crookshanks's persimmon face and said.

I don’t know whether this farewell is directed to it, to Nietzsche, or perhaps to the professors I miss.

There was no hug between Nietzsche and her like friends, nor any lingering gazes, but they both endured everything that happened in reality.

"Crookshanks, protect her for me..."

"Hey~ It's just my cat, did you say something wrong?" Nietzsche tightened his school robe too tightly, and the cold wind made the snake-scale breastplate inside even colder.

"You really spoil the fun." Granger turned his head, his eyes flickering, "Holmes, the development of each parallel universe will be different, and yours is the most different. I hope you can learn from my mistakes."

She moved the needle on the dial, her body began to become blurry, and her voice became unusually ethereal.

Sometimes, Nietzsche had to admit the experience brought by age - Granger made a thorough analysis of those stubborn wizards. They would not sink into despair. The rise and fall of their family was already part of their glory.

Hogsmeade before Christmas was a perfect example of this.

"You said I would see you again, when is it?!" Nietzsche couldn't help but take a few steps forward, and a sound of wind began to ring in his ears.

"You decide the time, not me."

The converter in Granger's hand began to spin frantically, and in just a moment, she disappeared.

No one except Hermione and him knew of her existence, not even Professors McGonagall and Flitwick who had visited her after she drank the shrinking potion...

But what does this mean?

Could it be that he would look for Granger in the future?

With all kinds of questions in mind, Nietzsche returned to the castle and kept thinking until noon, when Astoria Greengrass suddenly broke his thoughts.

"Something happened. Have you read the latest Daily Prophet?" Her eyes were full of panic. Before Nietzsche could ask, she continued, "Ministry of Magic personnel were attacked, and Lucius Malfoy is dying."

She stared at Nietzsche and spoke in a very low voice, as if she thought he had done it.

"Mercury was taken home by Hermione. I haven't read the latest daily newspaper yet..."

"It was Malfoy who reported Sirius. My sister told me that because of this incident, the minister decided to reduce Lucius's sentence and changed it from imprisonment to monitored travel. But he was attacked as soon as he was released from prison."

Nietzsche thought it was a dream. Logically speaking, he should be the happiest person since something happened to the Malfoy family.

But this matter is not that simple, because the minister has changed Lucius's "travel monitoring" to that of others, so there will be several wizards from the Magical Law Investigation Team accompanying him, who will be responsible for supervising and protecting the safety of the prisoners at the same time.

As expected, two of the three Magical Legal Investigation Team members died and one was injured, and many reporters and onlookers were also injured.

In one of the photos, Lucius was seriously injured and unconscious, with half of his body buried in the debris, his face covered in blood, and was then carried onto a stretcher by a St. Mungo's healer.

"This...what's going on?" Nietzsche's voice was muffled.

"The attacker was seen rushing out of the crowd with a...a weapon..." Astoria said worriedly, "Daphne said that the 'wand' looked a lot like the one you used before."

Gun---this weapon is jokingly called "Muggle wand" by wizards.

It's obvious that the attacker is a Muggle...even if the Ministry of Magic itself finds it ridiculous, the evidence is here.

"Where are the attackers?"

"Dead!" Astoria turned a page of the newspaper, pointed, and continued, "He attempted to kill Lucius Malfoy. After killing the first executor, he was controlled by others, but he suddenly exploded in the end..."

Nietzsche didn't even need her to finish what she said later.

The Magical Law Enforcement Team is only responsible for ordinary routine law enforcement. Unless an extremely vicious dark wizard is caught, the Ministry of Magic's Enforcement Department will send out Aurors.

The reason for the casualties among the crowd was his final explosion.

"They said it was the Scourers..."

Astoria heard laughter at the door of the Great Hall. Apparently, Harry and Ron had also seen the news that was all over the news.

"Purifiers?" Nietzsche asked.

"A group of people who hate magic, but they disappeared long ago when Europe immigrated to North America... Some are bloodthirsty dark wizards, and some are brainwashed Muggles." Astoria looked at him and said.

He paused and shook his head.

You know, he didn't even know the relationship between the 'Scrubbers' and wizards and Muggles, so how could this matter have anything to do with him... If it was just Malfoy who was seriously injured, he wouldn't even have time to laugh.

Nietzsche glanced at the pictures in the newspaper but didn't get any useful information.

“I don’t know what’s going on here…”

"Are you sure?" Astoria's eyes were full of doubt. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "My sister said that the Scourers scared many wizards. They were worried that they would be exposed, so they planned to stay away from Diagon Alley."

It’s bad. If the wizards in Diagon Alley plan to move away, what will happen to his factory?

'Is Lucius Malfoy dead or alive? Does this have anything to do with his old enemy, Arthur Weasley?'

Nietzsche looked at the title and sighed heavily.

The damned man had been assassinated, but he couldn't laugh at all.

Volume 1: Chapter 190: Back to school means fighting

Nietzsche never thought that someone would take action before him, but this matter was too strange. Coupled with the connections of the Purgers in the wizarding world, the entire British wizarding world has become a mess.

Many young wizards who were born and raised in the magical world are not very happy.

However, since this incident was only reported in the wizarding world, Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards living in the outside world were quite happy.

Among them, Draco changed the most. The day before Hogwarts started, he found Nietzsche.

"What is your relationship with them?!" Draco was shaking all over after seeing him. He didn't know whether it was because of anger or fear. "Holmes, you want to kill my father! Right!"

After the holiday, Malfoy no longer had his former 'aristocratic demeanor'. He was yelling in the corridor like the Gryffindor he once despised, and there was some redness around his eyes, he must have just cried.

His facial muscles twitched involuntarily. Obviously, this was his limit and he was on the verge of collapse at any time.

"Where's the evidence?" Nietzsche crossed his arms and stared at his movements.

"Haha... good, very good, you're trying to do this too." Malfoy was so angry that he forgot the difference between himself and the other party, and walked forward with his arms swinging. "That gun is the evidence! Because only you can do this!"

However, Goyle and Crabbe were smart enough to stop him with their sturdy bodies.

But there are always people who don't mind making trouble, especially those who already have a bad relationship with Malfoy. They gathered at the door of the hall, and their mocking and laughing eyes passed over Nietzsche's shoulder and pierced straight into him.

"Who knows? Your father was a Death Eater before. Maybe this time it's just someone taking revenge in private." Ernie from Hufflepuff spat.

Following his lead, many people echoed:

"That's right~"

"Maybe he's just a man driven mad by hatred."

"The Scourers were brought under control in the late 17th century... So, Malfoy, you deserve it!"

"Did you hear that?" Nietzsche stood in the middle of the conversation and chuckled, "Who knows how many people Mr. Malfoy offended in the past? Maybe a wizard bought a gun and secretly modified it with magic just for today?"

Faced with the cold eyes of many people, the other party didn't even have the courage to raise his head.

Lucius is seriously injured and unconscious. After a while, the Queen of England and the Prime Minister will further reduce the royal family. So what will they have left?

But Nietzsche thought about it and found that it didn't matter whether Malfoy was alive or dead. What mattered was that the timing of his attack was really bad, and the location of the attack happened to be in the gathering place of wizards...

Is this a warning from Moriarty?

"You forced me to do this. You forced me to... be crushed to pieces!!"

It turned out that when Draco was stopped by Goyle and Crabbe, he had already secretly held the wand in his hand.

Even though he was almost roaring, the speed of the Crushing Spell was even faster, so fast that Nietzsche didn't have time to cast the Barrier Spell or the Shield Spell, but he didn't dodge either, but just stood there motionless as if he was frightened.

The moment the light red spell hit his chest, it was reflected to other places by the snake-scale armor under his school robe, blowing a statue on the wall into pieces.

"How dare you do that!" Warrington was the first to stand up.

"I dare you!" Draco yelled with red eyes, "You stepped on my family to climb up and took away everything... I will never forget it, even if the Malfoy family has no descendants!"

At the bottom of the marble stairs in the hall was the lounge of the administrator Filch. The quarrel attracted him here, and as a prefect, Warrington had to put away his wand temporarily.

"You are not allowed to use magic in the public areas of the castle. Do you hear me?" Filch ran over angrily, holding Mrs. Norris.

However, Draco's spirit had begun to gradually collapse, and he continued to attack Nietzsche in front of Filch.

"Except your weapons!"

"There are many obstacles." Nietzsche pointed forward, stopping the opponent's spell in the air.

"Crazy...Malfoy, Holmes, I'm going to tell your professor!" Filch looked at the disarming spell that was suspended in the air, swallowed his saliva, and quickly ran to the second floor shouting.

As a squib, he can't stop the fight between wizards.

Seeing the two people fighting, the rest of the people decided to go all out and drew their wands one after another. The two sides pointed at each other from a distance of ten meters - one group stood at the door of the hall, and the other group stood on the marble steps.

And when Nietzsche blocked the attack, Draco seemed even more hateful.

"Push back quickly." Warrington took the initiative and skillfully used the repelling spell to knock back Goyle's volley of bullets.

Then, Nietzsche cooperated with him, grabbed the throats of the two fat followers, lifted them above his head, and slammed them against the ceiling - whether in terms of numbers or combat power, he clearly occupied the high ground.

When Malfoy was strangled by the throat and watched people around him fall one after another, he realized how powerless he was.

"How dare you?" With an angry shout, Nietzsche's control over him was immediately broken.

Professor McGonagall rushed over. When she found the students lying all over the hall, she became very angry. She glared at the group of people who were breathing slightly nearby - basically all of them were Slytherin students.

Maybe more Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors intervened during the chaos.

"Mr. Holmes, do you want to break his neck?" She stepped forward quickly and stood between the two men. "And Malfoy, I understand what happened recently, but please don't bring your emotions to your classmates."

But Malfoy just looked at Nietzsche with hatred, and his voice came out from between his teeth.

He said bitterly: "If I make a deal with you to exchange our situations, you won't think so."

At this time, Dean Snape rushed over from the basement, followed by Filch, who was shouting that he wanted to whip someone.

He walked straight past Nietzsche, approached Malfoy and patted him on the shoulder. Although his face remained calm, Nietzsche could still hear his whispered words of comfort.

"Okay, the rest of you go back to the hall. It's just a small friction..." Then, Snape waved his hand and let the students go.

"You call this a minor friction?!"

"Is there any problem? I think Gryffindor's previous 'little jokes' were worse than this." Anyway, no matter what, Professor McGonagall didn't deduct any points, and finally pulled Malfoy underground.

But he seemed very reluctant, his body was stiff, and the professor had to pull him hard every two steps.

But Nietzsche knew that the professor was just trying to help him out, so he simply rudely characterized the conflict as a "minor friction" and took the other party away under the pretext of comforting Malfoy.