Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Professor, what is your ideal?" Nietzsche said to the professor who was in high spirits but looked weak.

Nietzsche would never let Quirrell, a wizard who violated the unspoken rules of wizard society and was willing to listen to the voices of the outside world, disappear just to satisfy the selfish desires of the black wizard behind the scenes.

But he alone is not enough.

"I don't have any lofty ideals. I just want to make my own decisions and walk my own way." Quirrell coughed twice, lowered his head, and blinked his slightly moist eyes.

He wanted to make a choice, to be what Nietzsche called a free wizard.

No one can control him, and he doesn't want to be worried all day long.

Anyone...

"No, professor, that is a great ideal." Nietzsche took a sip of red tea and clenched his stiff fingers. "No one can force us to do anything. Every step we take can only be our own choice."

Quirrell looked up in surprise, and a plan gradually emerged in his mind.

(After readers discovered that there was a plot error about the Heiger motorcycle, Fox changed Chapter 57)

Volume 1: Chapter 59 The Honest Man of the Weasley Family

It's strange that after Christmas, Snape didn't force Nietzsche to learn how to refine potions.

The only time he was called was on Saturday night.

Perhaps because the Slytherin team suddenly lost a 'good' Chaser, Snape's face became even more sour;

After all, the other teams, Vice-Principal McGonagall, and Madam Hooch had publicly exposed Marcus Flint's various misdeeds on the field, causing Snape to be under pressure and had to temporarily replace Marcus.

But...what does this have to do with Nietzsche?

"Professor, how was your Christmas vacation? Did anyone accompany you?" Nietzsche put on a polite smile and greeted, "Smile, you see... Slytherin is a few points closer to the House Cup."

The professor gritted his teeth, and the veins on his head popped out.

Nietzsche was like a fly, observing the details on Snape's clothes on the left, and then going around to the right to greet passers-by. People who didn't know Nietzsche thought that another Gryffindor was caught by the old bat.

"I'm having a very - bad time! Do you know why?" Snape reached out and pressed his shoulder.

He opened his mouth full of yellow teeth in anger, and saliva spurted out from the tip of his tongue.

"Because of you! I should have thought of it earlier... Less than a year into the school term, you've already been warned by the Ministry of Magic for using magic outside of school. Also, don't think I don't know that Flint's affairs have something to do with you!"

"Professor, that is a discussion between other colleges. It has nothing to do with me." Nietzsche simply raised his wand calmly, allowing the venom to stay in front of him.

It doesn't matter?

If Snape didn't know him, he would have almost believed it.

It was really weird that a first-year student had the ability to split Slytherin to such an extent that even the head of the house like him couldn't stop it and could only barely stand in the middle.

And that Warrington, he actually dared to unite the other three Quidditch teams to put pressure on the professor...

"You should be sorted into Gryffindor!" Snape was so angry that his teeth itched. He couldn't deduct points from students of his own college, so what could he do? After calming down his anger, he continued, "Also, I warn you not to get too close to Quirrell."

"That was the plan between me and Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Bibi strange-tasting beans." Snape curled his lips in disdain, grabbed Nietzsche's collar and pushed him into the stairs, "Humph, plan..."

The door of the principal's office on the eighth floor was not closed. As soon as Nietzsche reached the top of the tower, he heard several people whispering.

One of them was a tall and thin middle-aged man with red hair and a bald head, wearing glasses. He seemed very reserved when facing Headmaster Dumbledore, and even took small sips of water.

The clothes were very wrinkled and worn, indicating that the middle-aged man was not wealthy;

The thinning hair represents the person's inverted work and rest schedule, and the position he works in the Ministry of Magic must be short-staffed or extremely busy... Of course, it is also possible that both are true.

"Mr. Weasley?" Nietzsche blinked.

Arthur Weasley turned around and saw that pair of gray-blue eyes were a little absent-minded. When he noticed Nietzsche's inquiring gaze, he subconsciously put his legs together and sat up straight like a student whose homework was randomly checked.

It was not until he saw Nietzsche's tender hand stretched out in front of him that he walked forward and shook it.

"Albus, what does this mean?" Arthur looked at Snape and Nietzsche standing in front of him and turned his head blankly.

"He is the person you are looking for regarding the case of the dark wizard." Dumbledore put his hands in his pockets and threw a strange-tasting bean into his mouth. "This is Arthur Weasley, who is temporarily attending the diplomatic meeting on behalf of the Ministry of Magic..."

But Arthur just slapped his thigh and rubbed it a few times.

"There is no such thing as diplomacy... Minister Fudge just saw that I am friendly to Muggles, so he asked me to take on this responsibility temporarily." He raised his head again and asked carefully, "But why is this matter related to students?"

Dumbledore waited until Snape turned around and locked the office door before he shook off the crumbs in his hands and adjusted his glasses.

The headmasters on the wall didn't dare to make a sound. They just leaned over the edge of the photo frame, tilting their ears to try to hear some secret information... What kind of big event could make the Ministry of Magic cautious enough to send someone to negotiate with Dumbledore first?

"Mr. Weasley, don't you know what the dark wizard did?" Nietzsche's heart skipped a beat.

"What did you do...killed a few Muggles, I know about that..." Arthur looked at the serious expressions of the three people around him and began to panic, "What's wrong? Aren't we here to find the murderer?"

Well, the diplomats who were kicked out didn’t even know the specific details.

Nietzsche stood beside Snape, narrowing his eyes slightly. The two Slytherin headmasters and students began to reveal sarcastic smiles in their eyes.

Finally, Snape grinned, as if he was pleased with Arthur's panic: "It seems that this is an unlucky guy, Weasley, go home and eat well... At least you won't suffer too much when you are sent to Azkaban."

"Snape, don't try that on me!" Arthur cursed tremblingly.

"The dead were officials from the Muggle government, including the United States... You should know what the other side of the ocean thinks of the Muggle government. The current situation is more serious than you think. You are just a pitiful... scapegoat."

Snape could even imagine the subsequent news headlines: "The culprit who almost caused a conflict between wizards and Muggles."

Although the logic is indeed correct, Snape's words are too scary. Look how scared Arthur is. He is already sweating all over before the game even starts.

"Are there any special treatments for American wizards?" Nietzsche tried to divert the other party's attention.

"Over there... they are even more conservative towards Muggles than the British Ministry of Magic. The Muggle government of the United States knows nothing about wizards." Arthur slumped in his chair, recounting everything he knew in a hurry.

Nietzsche pondered for a moment, and it was obvious that the man behind the scenes hiding in Oxford University had planned it.

Therefore, the person behind the scenes learned about the situation in the wizarding world through Quirrell, and then used the dark wizard's knife to ignite the powder keg in the wizarding world, not only provoking discord between the British and wizards, but also directly dragging the United States into the water.

"The person in charge of this diplomacy is Sherlock Holmes, and I happen to be a Sherlock Holmes, so you don't have to worry." Nietzsche comforted him, "You only need to consider the disposal of the prisoners, which is the key point."

Some things are matters of principle.

From Mycroft's point of view, the British government must show a tough side, so the criminals cannot be dealt with by the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, Ron also knew that after the last wizarding war, most of the Death Eaters escaped by using the excuse of being controlled by the Imperius Curse, so Nietzsche did not want to be judged by the Ministry of Magic in the end.

"You mean, the Muggles want to try the dark wizards themselves?" Arthur grabbed this life-saving straw and said quickly, "So, you know who the criminal is?"

Nietzsche shook his head slightly, interrupting his wandering thoughts.

"I don't know who it is, but I know who it's related to... who were the beneficiaries of the last magic war? The same is true this time."

Think about it, Arthur, this is not just any ordinary case of a Muggle being harmed by the Dark Arts.

Did anyone benefit from the last magic war?

There are some who make money by means of burning, killing and looting, suppress the arrogance of Muggles and half-blood wizards, and finally finish the job perfectly... Dumbledore quickly sorted out his thoughts.

"Those Death Eaters." The headmaster reminded.

"It's them again!" Arthur clutched his rough trousers. "That's right, they always like to bully Muggles. I'll go back and apply for a search warrant!"

Snape fell silent, standing against the wall.

Nietzsche stopped the anxious Arthur Weasley and said, "How can you arrest someone without evidence? Well, Mr. Weasley, why don't you go visit Ron and the others first?"

The effect is achieved. Now Arthur, with anxiety and anger, will be actively attracted to the eavesdropping plan after finding his sons.

He continued: “They will tell you how to cope.”

Arthur opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he saw Dumbledore nod, he made up his mind.

The tall and thin man straightened his clothes, hid his recent emotions, and smiled kindly again. After he walked out of the office, he would no longer be an official of the Ministry of Magic.

The oak door creaked, and the three of them were the only ones left in the principal's office.

Headmaster Dumbledore, Nietzsche and Dean Snape were all lost in thought, each with their own thoughts. This matter could not afford to make the slightest mistake.

"How's Quirinus doing?" Dumbledore was the first to break the silence.

"It's still the same, except that he's been very active lately." Snape said reluctantly with a nasal voice, "I want to mention that Nietzsche, who is very famous in Slytherin, has been a little too close to him."

He didn't know what Dumbledore's plan was, but it was important not to involve certain people.

"Professor, if you want, I can also give you a gift next Christmas." Nietzsche suddenly interrupted.

"How come you didn't see anything with your detective brain?" Snape sneered, "Do you think I would be jealous of a Muggle thing? What a joke..."

"Did I ever tell you that you were jealous?"

"..."

Nietzsche could swear that if wizards had the opportunity to transfer schools, Snape would wish to be sent to other schools, and then find an opportunity to deduct points severely, and then punish him to go to the basement to manually scrub piles of crucibles.

But unfortunately, there is no if.

"What on earth do you want to say, Severus?" Dumbledore was also confused. "Did you drink too much Dragon Whiskey this morning?"

"What I want is - stop playing dumb here!" Snape waved the snack bowl off the table. "Didn't you tell Nietzsche about what happened to Quirrell? The curse? The dark magic?"

Nietzsche noticed the principal's gaze and immediately turned his head away.

He discovered that the relationship between Dean Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore was extremely bad, so Nietzsche planned to follow Hermione's example: pretend to be dead.

"We have discussed this thoroughly, and the conclusion is... Quirinus can be helped." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and continued, "And your task is to ensure that he can successfully complete the task."

"This is the solution that the greatest wizard of our time and the wizard who thinks he is the smartest came up with together." Snape nodded and said, "It's perfect."

If a thief runs into the owner's house to steal something, not only will he not be caught, but the owner will have to open the safe himself and even watch the thief take away the property.

He wished he could use his magic wand to pull out all the weird ideas in their heads.

However, Headmaster Dumbledore didn't care about Snape's sarcasm at all. Perhaps he was used to it, but more importantly, it was because only in this office would he reveal these emotions...even if they were bad.

Snape gave one final warning.

"you sure?"

"I am sure of this." Dumbledore said with absolute certainty, "Based on Quirinus' recent condition, I am sure that he will not be able to hold on for much longer. You know who ordered him to do this."

Nietzsche knew that it was a form of curse. The headmaster had said that it was some kind of parasitic means, which meant that his conversations with Quirrell were most likely being monitored.

But it doesn't matter, he just went to class normally.

"He has a way of dealing with that kind of large creature. I almost had my leg bitten off!"

No matter how reluctant Snape was and how much he doubted the secrets of the old and the young in front of him, he finally chose to compromise.

His facial muscles began to relax, returning to the cold look he had in class, and he said, "I will only make sure that Quirrell gets the thing in the end, but you! Don't drag Potter down!"

Roo, it looks like the Head of Slytherin has some little secret of his own about the famous Potter.

Nietzsche took the snack bowl that Snape had taken away and stuffed a few strange-tasting beans into his mouth in front of the principal. The first one tasted like pineapple, but the second one immediately gave off a fiery smell that hit his nose straight.

But the gambler's mentality drove him to keep trying.

"I'm sorry, Severus." Dumbledore looked at his fingers tapping lightly on his thigh and smiled. "If you are unhappy, I am willing to let you burn my beard off."

But he did not agree to Snape's request.

"Why let Harry in?" Nietzsche also frowned.

"This is a long story. I cannot lie, so I can only tell you part of it truthfully... About Harry, he carries an ancient magic that can temporarily force out the curse on Quirrell."

Nietzsche knew that no matter how much he said, the principal would not reveal much.

Helpless Snape could only glare at Dumbledore fiercely, it was obvious that he cared about Harry Potter very much.

Targeting is also a way of paying attention, but that is a matter between Snape and Harry, and Nietzsche also knows that the professor is not the kind of person who tells everything.

"What are you still standing here for?" Snape opened the door of the office and found Arthur still standing there in a daze, so he shouted angrily, "Why, it seems that you miss the days when you were caught by the administrator and made to stand in the corner!"

Arthur waved shyly at Nietzsche inside.

"I don't know where Ron and the others are now..." He smiled awkwardly.

Volume 1: Chapter 60: Attack of Arthur

Under Nietzsche's guidance, Arthur finally found his three sons in an abandoned shack on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

They seemed to be tinkering with something. The magic radio on the table was torn into pieces, and George was muttering to himself while holding a telescope for watching football games in one hand and a magic wand in the other.