Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I've never seen Gryffindor make such a joke..." McGonagall muttered a few words under her breath, and then said to Nietzsche, "Principal Dumbledore wants to see you."

On the way, Nietzsche thought about a lot of things.

He wondered what questions Dumbledore would ask him. Like Draco Malfoy, he thought he was the mastermind behind the assassination of Lucius. He thought the Purger attack was because he had exposed too much to the outside world...

Nietzsche followed Professor McGonagall to the headmaster's office.

As soon as he opened the door, he could see a gun on the long table, and this gun was exactly the same as the Christmas gift he received last year.

Volume 1: Chapter 191: The Unstoppable Train

"It's incredible... abandoning all complex thoughts and emotions and turning spells into cold weapons of killing. It's typical Muggle thinking, but for war, it's simply a work of art."

"Look at her streamlined body. Am I in the 21st century?"

Sorry, no one was in the headmaster's office looking at anything that would cause malnutrition. It was just Tom Riddle himself who was there to marvel.

"Well, Riddle, I didn't ask you out here to admire this weapon," said Dumbledore. "We're trying to figure out how a Squib can use it to cast spells on par with Auror spells."

But Riddle ignored him. He and Grindelwald stood on both sides, watching with interest.

Nietzsche knew about this 'cutting-edge technology', but he was still a little shocked when he learned from Headmaster Dumbledore that a Squib who couldn't use magic could use it to cast spells as powerful as those of an Auror.

Killing a member of the reconnaissance team on the spot, and breaking through the defenses of the other two to seriously injure Lucius, this is no longer described as "easy to operate".

This means that a Muggle can kill a wizard head-on...

"Interesting, they made a vitality tonic for the weapons." Grindelwald roughly pulled a tube out of it.

The gun body only has a buttstock and a grip, and its appearance looks like the British MkIV Sterling submachine gun, but the magazine design structure on the side has been changed to a push-type bolt, which stores energy.

Vitality tonic is used to replenish the wizard's magic power for a short period of time, so the entire gun body is the flesh and blood - filled with energy, and then the magic patterns are used to activate specific spells.

This design blueprint made Riddle's eyes light up.

"If only I had thought of that... throw it to a werewolf or a vampire and pull the trigger..."

Nietzsche sat in his seat, drinking water to cover up his heavy breathing.

You have to know that wizards treat any creature with little or no magic power as a toy. With just a thought or a spell, they can deform or petrify the creature...

But now, this thing has bridged the gap between Muggles, Squibs and wizards.

"The people who made this weapon are deliberately letting wizards know their abilities and deliberately provoking panic." Dumbledore smiled apologetically, "I hope this has nothing to do with you. After all, no wizard has a factory."

"I am a serious businessman, Principal~" Nietzsche raised his eyebrows.

"From what I know, arms dealers are also serious businessmen in the Muggle world."

Dumbledore sat there blankly, but it was proven that there was an organization that specialized in studying magic...it was not something a Muggle could do.

But Nietzsche was also helpless. In addition to Quirinus' research, there were many bribed wizards working for Moriarty in secret. Now there was another "Purifier" composed of dark wizards and Muggle lunatics.

This kind of organization first appeared in Europe and originally flowed out from wizards.

"Yes, he is a businessman..." Nietzsche rubbed his face, and was enlightened by the principal. "Because he is on guard against me and wants to delay my development, so he took action when Lucius was released from prison."

"because of you?"

"because I."

When two celestial bodies collide, the impact will affect everything around them, and Lucius is closest to it, so naturally he will suffer more.

"'Purifiers' is a lie. They were merely invested and elected to take the blame." Nietzsche paused and fell silent. No matter how the principal asked, he did not say anything.

He suddenly realized how important the Scourers were to the Ministries of Magic in various countries.

This was not just murder. While intensifying the war, Moriarty also restricted Nietzsche's development. But when he thought about it carefully, he suddenly felt excited.... This meant that the other party respected him as a king.

White moves first and uses a conservative blocking tactic.

So he quickly left the principal's office and returned to the auditorium.

Because Hermione came back at night, she didn't know what happened in the hall during the day, and many people believed that there were two main reasons for the assassination of Lucius Malfoy:

Either revenge or the reappearance of the Purgers.

However, the first view has the most support.

"Those dark wizards must be afraid to go out." Ron held his pet mouse in his palm and said happily, "Don't you think so, Scabbers... Anyone who supported You-Know-Who deserves it!"

Perhaps his tone was too fierce, and the mouse was frightened and trembled.

Ever since Nietzsche watched Sirius Black's memory, he could no longer look directly at Ron's behavior - imagine a middle-aged man with a slightly bald head being touched by a little boy...

Sorry, he's going to vomit for a while.

"But other people were injured at the time, and it was clearly a terrorist attack," Hermione retorted.

"But you have to know that there haven't been Scourers in the UK for a long time." Anthony Goldstein said, "Their origins are a group of dark wizards from different countries who made a living by bounty in American wizard history."

Originally illegal bounty hunters, they became increasingly corrupt and brutal, and began to capture innocent Muggles, even betraying their fellow citizens.

(Illegal---as long as they can get a bounty, it doesn't matter what the law is, some will become private killers)

The earliest Purgers were subsequently expelled from the wizarding world and placed on international arrest warrants, but their hatred was passed on to the next generation: magic is real, and wizards should be eliminated once they are discovered.

Therefore, unlike the Puritans, the Scourers were never against magic for religious or ideological reasons.

"But what if the Scourers from America come here?" Hermione said, "Maybe their target is not Lucius, but the Ministry of Magic..."

"Don't be silly, Hermione. If Malfoy's father hadn't been in the custody of those three members of the Executive Investigations, he would have died long ago."

This incident caused a sensation in the entire British wizarding community, so there were only two voices in the banquet hall - discussing study and discussing the 'cause of death' of Draco Malfoy's father.

Ah, Lucius wasn't dead yet, but they wished he was.

There was a loud 'bang' from the Slytherin table. Nietzsche looked over and saw that Malfoy had thrown a bowl to the ground with great force. He hadn't done it on purpose because he fell twice when he stood up.

When he stood up for the third time, it was Pansy who helped him up.

This year has been really unlucky for him, from Daphne's betrayal at the beginning of last semester to the assassination now.

Draco Malfoy walked out of the hall in a daze.

Mercury, who had just flown in from the window, had just landed on the Gryffindor table, intending to have a sumptuous dinner, but before he could glide to Hermione's side, a large ginger cat suddenly jumped onto his back.

Then Crookshanks gently bit its neck and dragged it in front of Nietzsche.

"Have dinner at my place today, and after dinner take this letter to Gilderoy Lockhart... Remember, make sure he opens the letter." He helped Mercury tidy up his feathers and said in a gentle voice.

But what could Mercury say?

It could only turn its head 180 degrees and glance at Hermione behind it reluctantly.

The only thing Lockhart was given was: protect Howard.

(Anyway, it’s not the Anti-Winter Soldier… What Winter Soldier? Sorry, I’m out of context.)

Volume 1: Chapter 192: Blake was accidentally injured

"We spent Christmas in Diagon Alley for a while, and then our parents took us over to the Muggle world to play for a while... We felt so comfortable there. Our dad will be an engineer in the future!"

On the morning of the first day of school, George and Fred ran to the Great Hall, dragging a large pile of packages.

Nietzsche heard from others that those were Christmas presents they brought to everyone - but they had played too much during the holidays and forgot about it.

"Did Dad agree?" Ginny asked.

"Of course!" Fred rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "The Muggle introduced us to some fun things..."

They also pulled out a few flip phones, electronic devices that had no use in the wizarding world but that they could play with, and they were thinking of making an anti-magic shield so they could call home while at school.

However, most of the gifts were for students who had never been to the magical world.

But Ron was unhappy because he saw that members of the Slytherin Quidditch teams all got Coke and some toys, so he felt very upset.

"What about me?" He said with his eyes wide open, "I am your younger brother."

"No..." George saw his brother blushing, and suddenly spoke again, "I mean we didn't give you a gift, but the Muggle did. He gave each of us an owl."

Fred and George, the two of them seemed to be deliberately waiting for Ron to get angry.

Under the latter's angry gaze, the two men took out two cages. These two owls were the gifts given to them by the Muggles, and were also bought by Nietzsche at Lockhart's request - after all, Howard didn't know how to coax a serious "engineer".

"Fred, you have an owl!" Ron wrinkled his nose.

"Yes, so the extra one is for you." Fred thought for a moment and added regretfully, "So now you owe me 15 gold galleons."

It was a horned whale, small in size, with feathers standing up on its brow like a pair of long ears.

Ron could not wait to grab the bird cage, he had been waiting for this moment for too long... The sharp cry of the owl woke up the mouse Scabbers, and it popped its head out of Ron's pocket.

"What about Mr Weasley's job at the Ministry?" said Hermione.

"Who cares?" George and Fred both looked very angry. They said sarcastically, "Dad doesn't have any real power in the Ministry of Magic anyway. This is just right. I can get two salaries for one day's work."

The important thing is, you can get more money by working for Muggles.

Nietzsche glanced at the mouse Banban and found that the mouse did have less hair on its head. He then deliberately said, "Some people say that Lucius Malfoy was killed by Black..."

The mouse picked at his clothes and pretended to look at the owl in the cage.

"But isn't Blake that man's most loyal subordinate?" Hannah held the soda bottle, covered her mouth and burped.

"That's right, but when Lucius was facing judgment, he betrayed the You-Know-Who." Nietzsche calmly wove a half-true lie, "Remember the man who snatched Black from the professor? He might be a Death Eater."

Anyway, Granger was gone, so he could say whatever he wanted.

In this story, Granger became a Death Eater who was crazy for revenge. This old subordinate of Voldemort believed that Voldemort's death must be related to the betrayal of many people, so he rescued Black from the professor and assassinated Lucius.

Because Peter Pettigrew, who turned into a mouse, was not hiding from Black at all, but more from those Death Eaters who were not sent to Azkaban.

After listening for a while, the mouse Banban suddenly squeaked a few times.

Apparently, Nietzsche's story was to make him (him) realize that there was another fanatic of Voldemort out there.

"But where's Scabbers?" Ron realized he still had a pet from his cry. He picked up the birdcage and looked around. "Does anyone of you need a mouse?"

George and Fred looked disgusted and said, "Well, we'll give you a solution - an owl for you."

As this is the owl's first meal since arriving at Hogwarts, if Nietzsche doesn't mind, it's not a bad idea to give Crookshanks an extra meal.

So the question is, if Peter Pettigrew died in Animagus form, would he be able to change back?

"Although Scabbers is a little ugly..." Ron took a look and added, "and is useless, but at least he is the second pet in our family that has lived longer. It was left to me by Percy."

"So you're still going to keep this mouse?" Harry patted the cage. "Hedwig, this has nothing to do with you!"

Perhaps because they heard there was meat to eat, their owls all tilted their heads and came over.

But Hermione quickly put an end to the farce. She quickly made a suggestion: "If you really want to find a place for... uh... Scabbers, maybe you could give him to Hagrid, the current professor of Magical Zoology."

This was a good idea for both Ron and Banban, so he didn't even eat lunch and ran straight to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Nietzsche was stunned... You know, Hagrid is famous for being careful with animals, so how could he get Scabbers if that's the case?

But Hermione cleared her throat, pointed at Crookshanks in his arms, and then shook her head slightly. No doubt she had an idea in her mind, but couldn't say it out loud because of the people around her who were still chatting.

"That was Ron's former pet. Hagrid will protect it!" Nietzsche whispered in the afternoon Potions class while the professor was causing trouble for others.

"But it was just a rat, and you don't know Hagrid," said Hermione confidently. "I've had his class before, and remember, he's really careful about caring for animals, but he can be pretty rough at the same time."

"What do you mean?"

From the tone of her voice, it seemed like she already had a complete plan.

Moreover, it seemed that she deliberately did not consult Nietzsche, just to avenge herself for being deceived before.

"Listen, Hagrid loves animals, but this love makes him deal with related matters in a rough way. In order to do well in this course, he keeps a lot of magical creatures around his house..."

"You mean, we don't need to do anything about this?" Nietzsche said thoughtfully.

With so many animals, he certainly couldn't take care of them all at once. He was so obsessed with his hobby that he ignored many objective factors - just like the hippogriff at the beginning.

Hagrid forgot that this was a level 4 dangerous animal and it was not safe for the students.

Similarly, in that environment, not to mention losing a mouse that lived longer, it would be normal for Hagrid himself to lose a finger. After all, it sounds like something he could do.

"Why not let Crookshanks do it?" Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "It's perfectly normal for an animal to eat a mouse in Hagrid's house."

Nietzsche thought about it and found that this method was indeed the best and most perfect.

But looking at Hermione's pretending to be deep, he was unwilling to admit: "It's just because I haven't taken Magical Biology. This is normal. From my point of view, Hagrid is another factor."