Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Firenze wanted to turn around and grab Harry's collar and put him on his back, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he heard something sliding on the fallen leaves at a very fast speed and rushing towards them.

Nietzsche quickly understood the green light that Harry mentioned.

"Hehehe...Avada Kedavra!"

Volume 1: Chapter 68 Do Not Go Gentle into Good Night

It was at this point that Harry's wound began to become excruciatingly painful.

When the pain reached a certain level, he couldn't even see clearly what was happening in front of him. He could only vaguely see a few green lights flashing from the side, and then his feet were suddenly suspended in the air.

"Take him away first!" Neville suddenly shouted when he saw Harry being lifted onto the horse.

"Neville, now...now is not the time to be a hero." Ron bent over, trying to reduce the possibility of being exposed as much as possible.

When the green light flashed by, everyone understood what was going on. It was not the Green Spark Curse. The spell spoken from the hoarse throat was a real Killing Curse. Anyone who touched it would die.

Neville's legs were shaking and he held his wand like a two-handed sword.

"When I was little, Uncle Alji almost made me drown at the Black Lake Pier in order to make me generate magical fluctuations. Another time, I almost fell to my death from the balcony at home... This is nothing."

If the mysterious man was really coming towards Harry Potter, then he was willing to be truly brave once, even if it was only for the last time.

Although he was indeed afraid...of the death that was so imminent.

"rustle"

"Everyone is petrified! The ground is frozen and the sky is cold!" As soon as Neville heard the sound of the bushes shaking, he was nervous and immediately threw everything he had learned towards that direction.

But the evil spells made no sound as they passed through the bushes.

"Longbottom's child... huh?" The owner of the voice seemed a little surprised. "Come closer, let me see... You are just like your parents, you like to show off. I guess they have learned their lesson by now."

Nietzsche found that Neville suddenly collapsed.

He stared around with his eyes fixed, and tears came out every time he blinked. The moonlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, hitting Neville's face, revealing the water marks on both sides of his cheeks.

But even so, Neville just bit his lip and didn't make any sound.

"Be more frugal..." Hermione hid behind him and quietly handed the pistol to Nietzsche.

"Poor child...Do your parents still remember you now?" The mysterious man let out a low chuckle.

The sound suddenly became farther away, and the other party seemed to want to chase Harry, but at the same time, Hermione raised her wand and shot a red spark into the sky, and the bright red light instantly enveloped the area.

Taking advantage of this gap, Nietzsche spotted something moving in the woods and quickly raised his hand to shoot.

After two loud noises in succession, Nietzsche subconsciously kept pulling the trigger forward, making several "click" sounds of empty chambers.

"I told you to be frugal!" Hermione covered her ears and cursed loudly.

"It's just two rounds. How can you ask me to save money?" Nietzsche knew he was in the wrong and put the fire stick back into his waist. "Now you can have one less trouble..."

"Neville, cheer up!"

Ron looked at his dumbfounded companion and anxiously tugged at his robe. Perhaps he pulled too hard and accidentally tore a section of his sleeve. He also fell down.

But Neville covered his head, shook it absentmindedly, and sobbed slightly.

It was hard to imagine that he had dared to attack the mysterious man just now.

"He's been affected." Hermione observed Neville's eyes and then said, "His pupils are dilated and he can't concentrate... It could be a kind of dark magic that can affect the mind. Ron, you stay here and protect him."

After hearing the reassuring sound of horse hooves in the distance, he immediately chased after them with Nietzsche.

After seeing the staggering man in black robe, the two men raised their wands at the same time, and the magic power containing determination and anger wrapped around the mysterious man. The other party was like a baby bird in an egg, struggling hard in the constantly squeezing space.

"Only he would take this...little trick seriously..." The mysterious man's cloak was pulled off.

What is that?

The place where the white of the eye should be was completely filled with black, with only a small scarlet pupil in the middle, which seemed to be the source of violence and hatred. The mysterious man bent his hand into a strange angle and pointed at the two people.

Just a flash of blood-red light and Hermione felt a sharp pain in her chest.

She pressed hard on her heart and took a deep breath of the cool air around her. Only in this way could she relieve the pain a little... No, if she didn't do this, she would forget to breathe because of the severe pain.

Nietzsche had to free his left hand to hold the fallen Hermione.

"No...Unforgivable Curse..." She endured the piercing pain and let the words escape from between her teeth.

"Holmes, don't block my way. This is a warning." The mysterious man pushed away the magic that was constantly squeezing him, but there was some appreciation in his tone, "Shouldn't Slytherins help each other?"

He seemed quite content with Nietzsche's portrayal of Slytherin.

The collision of magic destroyed the surrounding trees. The impact force blew Nietzsche away, and those who were closer to the mysterious man were turned into sawdust.

There is a huge difference in the magic power between a young wizard and an adult wizard.

"So you are the guy who doesn't even allow people to mention his name, and who looks a bit ugly... Do all the Death Eaters who join you have to have their noses cut off?" Nietzsche, lying on the ground, gestured at his face a few times.

"It's the symbol of Slytherin," the mysterious man said angrily.

As he spoke, a few drops of silvery-white liquid dripped onto the ground. That was the unicorn's blood.

"Then why don't you make your head into a snake... a snake man?" Nietzsche said in a deliberately contemptuous tone, "If so... I hope, I hope that the founder of Gryffindor is not a sphinx."

This did anger the mysterious man, and he stepped hard on Nietzsche's chest.

It's the chest again... Nietzsche couldn't remember how many times his ribs had been broken. He could now smell the rotten stench on the other person's body.

"You're a good spell caster and a genius. I...actually thought highly of you at the beginning." The mysterious man suddenly laughed and turned his gaze to Hermione next to him. "Is it because of this mudblood?"

"I can tell Harry which direction to leave." Nietzsche's attention was distracted by the curse.

"No, it doesn't matter. I have plenty of opportunities to kill him... and you... you are as annoying as a vixen, Holmes. You and I are very similar, really, so I intend to help you face some reality."

The mysterious man would not retaliate directly like ordinary people.

He enjoys making people feel pain and regret, so he likes to start from their weakest points.

"Crucio!"

Just like just now, Nietzsche did not feel the pain that was worse than death, but Hermione's suppressed sobs and the sound of her body rubbing against the fallen leaves due to spasms and convulsions made him feel the pain deep in his bones.

The mysterious man seemed to be showing off his best trick, and every syllable of the spell was clear.

"Heart-piercing-bones--"

"Holmes, as wizards we shouldn't suppress ourselves... You must take this class, Potter? I never took it that seriously. Let me guess... Dumbledore must like you very much, right?"

"It's because of your eyes, huh?"

He placed the unicorn's corpse on Hagrid's path, and his target always seemed to be Nietzsche Holmes.

"Mimble Wimble!" Nietzsche poked him angrily with his magic wand.

But the tongue-tying spell was only counteracted by the white armor spell.

"It's been... four seconds?" There was only madness in the mysterious man's scarlet eyes. "Just a gentle reminder, the Cruciatus Curse can only last for a maximum of fifteen seconds. Your Mudblood will either go crazy or convulse to death."

"What do you want!" Nietzsche spat on his trouser leg.

"Kill me, Holmes...if you have the guts, stop me with some decent magic..."

The light disappeared, and there was only endless darkness in the place where the sun could not reach. Hermione, with her body convulsing, unconsciously moved towards Nietzsche bit by bit, and the dry fallen leaves made cracking sounds.

The silent men roar silently in the good night.

There were tears in the corners of Nietzsche's eyes. In the end, he could no longer maintain the rationality he had always maintained.

"Crucio..." The hatred and anger could no longer be suppressed. He raised his hand tremblingly and raised the wand containing unicorn hair. The deep red light was like blood flowing from the wand.

He had never wanted someone to die so much.

That desire was infinitely magnified in Hermione's whimpering. He hid the desire in magical energy as described in "The Most Toxic Magic" and released it repeatedly towards the other party.

If one time doesn't work, try twice, if two times doesn't work, try three times...

"Only when he dies and feels pain, Hermione will be safe. Can't you help me?" Nietzsche stared at the wand in his hand, cursing, begging, and scolding the dead thing inside.

Nietzsche promised that he would not do as Voldemort wished and that he would never compromise.

"Crucio!!"

He was roaring and raging.

Angrily rebuking the light's retreat.

Volume 1: Chapter 69 Do Not Go Gentle into Good Night

One of the three unforgivable curses, used by Nietzsche under duress.

Although he didn't know whether it worked or not, at least he could see the mysterious man's hands trembling, and he staggered back two steps and stopped casting the spell.

Nietzsche seemed to hear a crying sound in a trance...maybe it was an auditory hallucination.

"Look, you and I are so similar." The mysterious man's voice was fine, and he was still talking leisurely, "We rely on ourselves to make those people change their views of us..."

Nietzsche quickly reached out his hand and pulled Hermione, who was unconscious half a meter away, under him.

"I never cared about what those people thought of me." Nietzsche trembled as he took out a licorice stick from his pocket and chewed it. "I never changed other people's minds. It was they who saw another hope."

The other party looked in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, pondered for a moment, and did not intend to continue wasting his hard-earned vitality.

"Sometimes I really want to kill you, but that's too easy. I hope you can live to see the day when I regain my physical body, Holmes..." He played with the wand in his hand.

"Of course I will live. By the way, do you remember your own lackeys?" Nietzsche completely blocked Hermione behind him, not giving her any chance. "I'm afraid there will be fewer of them recently. Their minds are not on you."

To sow discord? Or a confession of deterrence?

But these had no effect on the mysterious man who had started the first magical war.

"If you care about Muggles so much, then... just consider it as a gift from me to you." The mysterious man with a snake face waved his hand gracefully and said leisurely.

The undetectable poison gas was of course his work.

When the purebloods killed people, he just helped out and didn't seem to care about the so-called plans of the purebloods.

"Voldemort is dead... But it doesn't matter. Even if you don't take action, I will kill a few pure-bloods." He slowly retreated, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness where the moonlight could not illuminate. "It's not impossible for you to do it."

After seeing the other party disappear without a trace, Nietzsche bit the licorice stick, calmed down, and vigilantly felt the surroundings. As long as any movement was made, he would be prepared.

If Voldemort takes action himself, it would be a warning to others.

But if Nietzsche and the Muggles take action, the pure-blood families will stick together for warmth...either way, it will suit Voldemort's wishes.

"They're there!" Ron's anxious voice came from behind him, followed by the sound of horse hooves.

When the others arrived here, they could only see Nietzsche, whose face was covered with mud and blood, standing under the moonlight. He was only wearing a thin shirt, and at his feet was Hermione Granger, who was covered with a wizard robe.

Everything around him was destroyed, which meant that Nietzsche came into direct confrontation with that person.

Ronan's face was filled with sadness.

"Nietzsche! Hermione... Quick! Give me a hand and send them to the castle!" Hagrid ran over carrying a dead unicorn. "What happened? Granger... That beast didn't even let the children go..."

But Bane only hesitated for a moment before stopping Hagrid.

"Leave it to me." He said, "You guys...be responsible for guarding the surrounding area!"

After selecting a few centaurs, Bane picked up Nietzsche by the waist, and then stacked the unconscious Hermione on top of him. He looked very relaxed as he held two little wizards with his strong arms.

"I'm a wounded person. Do you know how serious it is?" Nietzsche complained.

"So what do you want, sit on me?" Bain cursed back as he hurried on. "I'm a centaur, not a mule!"

With the company of the centaurs, Nietzsche finally felt relieved. Even if Voldemort returned home, he believed that Bane would risk his life to send the two of them to Hogwarts Castle.

Then my eyelids gradually drooped.

The administrator Argus Filch, who was about to close the gate, was so frightened when he saw a group of centaurs running towards him with weapons in hand that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"You...what did you do to the students?" Seeing Nietzsche and Hermione covered in injuries, he tried his best to act fierce and stammered, threatening, "I'm going to tell Headmaster Dumbledore that you actually attacked students!"

He also said that Headmaster Dumbledore would make the centaurs pay the price and drive Bane and Ronan out of the Forbidden Forest.

For a moment, he forgot to investigate why these students were attacked by centaurs in the forbidden forest.

"Poor ignorant man." Bain rarely did not lose his temper.

Filch stumbled up the stairs, and just two minutes later, Professor McGonagall caught up with him.

When she saw Nietzsche with blood all over his face and Hermione who was unconscious, she was as frightened as Filch. Professor McGonagall stared at the group of centaurs and raised her right arm, and then the stone statues on the walls of the hall began to come alive.