Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The tall knight statues that were originally used to decorate the hall were all staring at Bane at the door.

"We have no ill intentions!" Bain quickly stepped back and explained under great pressure, "They were attacked by dark wizards on the way back from the Forbidden Forest... We promised Headmaster Dumbledore!"

The stone knights did not respond, but simply leaned on their giant swords and halberds, looking down at them like gods.

"I should hope so." Professor McGonagall pulled Nietzsche and Hermione over and looked at their faces.

Especially Hermione Granger, her injuries were the most serious. Through the aura emitted by the magic, McGonagall could feel the heart-pounding curse and hatred.

Cruciatus Curse... She picked up Hermione with heartache and immediately sent her to the school infirmary.

Nietzsche slept very uncomfortably. He could always hear some mumblings echoing in the deepest part of his consciousness, which contained his disgust and hatred...some of which were directed at certain rules, and some at the wizard himself.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to open the curtains around him...but he only saw Neville eating bubble gum.

"Where's Hermione?" Nietzsche propped up his pillow and sat up.

"She has been transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Spells. Don't worry. The medical level there is better than..." Neville lowered his voice, "much better than Madam Pomfrey, and they specialize in treating the Dark Arts."

"Oh..." Nietzsche sighed in disappointment.

It should be class time now. The corridor is quiet with only the occasional sound of footsteps passing by. Nietzsche guessed that those were students who skipped classes.

He touched his sleeves and the bedside table; they were clean. It seemed that his wand had disappeared.

Neville didn't know what to say, so he scratched his face awkwardly, took out a piece of magic bubble gum from his arms and threw it on Nietzsche's bed, with some reluctance in his eyes, as if it was some very precious treasure.

There was no such look when his Oblivion Ball was taken away by Malfoy.

"I went to see my mother at Christmas, and she bought me a lot of bubble gum... My grandmother doesn't allow me to eat these, but my mother said that eating some when you are unhappy can help relieve stress." Neville said with a simple smile.

"Your parents were also cursed by the mysterious man with the Cruciatus Curse... Sorry." Nietzsche remembered Voldemort's taunting.

"Ah, I heard that he was tortured crazy by a Death Eater under that man. It's been a long time... But it doesn't matter. Although my mother doesn't remember me, she still likes me very much."

Neville blew a bubble and said the cruelest fact in the lightest tone.

Because of their resistance to the mysterious man, his parents were tortured to the point that they forgot many things, even their own son.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't know what happened, I just suddenly..." Neville didn't know how to describe himself last night. His mind was blank, filled with those tragic memories.

"It doesn't matter." Nietzsche shook his head and did not blame him.

"But I just don't know why, I forgot what I was doing... I... Ron could have gone to help you."

"And one more person lying there?" Nietzsche blew a bubble, then waved his hand and closed the curtain again. "I'll sleep a little longer. Call me if Hermione comes back."

Neville was stunned. He opened his mouth, but finally chose not to continue blaming himself.

"By the way, I saw Dumbledore took your wand away, saying that... your wand had changed a little."

"I understand. You should take a rest too." Niece buried his head with the pillow.

Volume 1: Chapter 70: A Day Trip to St. Mungo's

Nietzsche waited until Madam Pomfrey went to prepare the potion, then secretly left the school infirmary holding the note that the headmaster had left on the bedside table.

"Licorice Wand~" According to the command on the note, he walked into the corridor behind the stone beast.

On Dumbledore's desk, there was only a lonely wand placed in the middle.

It looked no different from the outside - black walnut, fourteen inches, decorated with unicorn hair, made by Ollivander, nothing special about it, and its owner was Nietzsche Holmes.

"You're here just now?" Dumbledore looked at the students who came in and sighed, "If Madam Pomfrey knew that you left without permission, you are not allowed to say that I asked you to come..."

"It's almost healed." Nietzsche looked around and found that the Mirror of Erised was gone.

In fact, he was very nervous in his heart. After all, the headmaster suddenly took away his wand, which meant that he had discovered something. In other words, Headmaster Dumbledore might have known about the Unforgivable Curse.

Nietzsche sat down calmly, searching for some excuses in his mind.

"Has there been a slight...change in the core of your wand?" Dumbledore said calmly, returning the object to him.

Looking from the tip of the staff, I found that the white unicorn hair inside was gone.

No, Nietzsche took the magic wand and tried it with the lighting spell, and found that the core was still there. After a closer look, he found that the unicorn hair had just turned black... as black as the Thestral hair.

"Perhaps it is only the color that has changed..." said Nietzsche.

"I asked Ollivander. He has never encountered this situation since he started using unicorn hair as the core of the wand. Of course, many times the core of the wand is just broken, but it is not a change that occurs on its own."

And Nietzsche's magic wand turned out to be so black.

Dumbledore's blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses were inevitably worried and afraid. He took out his wand with distinct joints and waved it. Then the tip of Nietzsche's wand emitted a dark red light.

"The Pre-Flashback Spell. The Ministry of Magic usually uses this spell to detect spells that suspects have recently used." Dumbledore introduced.

"So am I being interrogated now?" Nietzsche's eyes did not evade, "As a prisoner."

"Of course not, kid... I can believe that you have your reasons for doing this, but... I just don't want you to be exposed to the Unforgivable Curse too early. Voldemort's grasp of people's hearts is always so negative. This is his weakness."

Dumbledore had already learned what had happened from Neville.

Voldemort wanted to kill Harry, and they stopped him... It sounds simple, but Dumbledore knew Voldemort's mind very well. It was impossible for the other party to turn his spearhead towards Harry so early before achieving his ultimate goal.

As for the light displayed on Nietzsche's wand, the principal did not say much.

"He thought I would be on guard against you. Of course... this is possible, but I think you had good intentions at the time, so you don't have to worry about being summoned by the Ministry of Magic."

Nietzsche raised an eyebrow and put the wand into his sleeve.

"So does this wand core have any unique effects?" He skipped the topic and shifted it away from himself.

"I don't know. If you don't find it convenient in the future, just change it." The headmaster said, "Do you think I have studied wand studies in depth?"

Dumbledore curled his lips, walked to the front of the stove, grabbed a handful of shiny powder from the jar in the groove on the wall, and sprinkled it on the burning flames. In an instant, a grass-green, twisting flame rose from the stove.

Then he hooked his finger, motioning Nietzsche to come over.

"If you plan to go see Miss Granger, we can go to St. Mungo's Hospital via Floo powder...Thanks to Principal Dalys, thanks to her, we have a secret passage." The headmaster grabbed Nietzsche's arm.

What does this mean? Doesn't the Hogwarts Floo Network fall under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic's Transportation Management Bureau?

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche was dragged into the flames before he had time to think.

Although there was no burning pain as imagined, every breath would cause me to cough because of the ash. It was as if there was an emerald green curtain blocking my view, and everything was blurry.

When he came out again, Nietzsche looked as if he had just rolled in a furnace full of coals.

Nietzsche looked around habitually.

This place looks like a large cake shop. Many wizards buy beautifully wrapped gifts and desserts here. There is a transparent glass roof above, and a huge portrait in the center.

That young witch was the headmaster of Hogwarts, Delise Devonte.

"This is St. Mungo's Hospital for Wizarding Worlds. All injured wizards, Muggles and seriously injured students will be sent here." Dumbledore led him to the corridor.

Nietzsche looked out the window and saw that this place seemed to be the outskirts of London.

Outside there was a parking lot full of cars and a sign advertising 'Tao Tao Department Store'.

"This used to be a red brick building." Nietzsche had been here before and was a little surprised.

"This building was bought by St. Mungo's a long time ago. No one cares about how Muggles do business here, because the reason wizards are interested in this place is just because it is big and clean."

From the sign, it can be seen that they are now on the sixth floor, which is a tea room specially used for resting and buying gifts.

The first floor is the Instrument Accident Department, the second floor is the Biological Accident Department, the third floor is the Strange Bacteria Infection Department, the fourth floor and the fifth floor are the Plant Poisoning Department and the Curse Injury Department respectively.

So Headmaster Dumbledore just went down one floor.

This is the place responsible for treating cases of black magic, and sometimes it also treats accidents caused by wizards reciting spells incorrectly. There is a locked door at the front of the corridor, and those sharp screams and cries all came from there.

Therapists, wearing green uniform robes, walked back and forth in the wards.

"Is that a wizard suffering from mental damage over there?" Nietzsche felt it was creepy.

At the other end of the white corridor, some wizards were banging on the locked door, while others were talking to themselves with their heads down.

But Nietzsche soon caught a glimpse of a wizard couple who were different from the others. They were just sitting quietly on a chair in the corridor, holding hands and laughing at the strange wizards around them.

"Forever," Dumbledore added.

Fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore, who led the way, did not go behind the door, but entered the middle ward.

There were four beds in the room. Nietzsche saw Hermione lying by the window at a glance. He walked over quickly, but didn't know what to do. He could only stand next to the girl.

"When Miss Granger was sent here by Professor McGonagall, the healer here was startled..." Dumbledore said softly.

The Cruciatus Curse is one of the most hated spells by healers.

Since this spell was invented, countless people have been sent here because of it. Therefore, any wizard who uses the Cruciatus Curse to torture or kill people will be classified as a criminal regardless of the reason.

"Voldemort..." Nietzsche looked at Hermione's peaceful face, and disgust and hatred began to grow in his heart.

"I suddenly remembered what Ollivander said about wands - unicorn hair wands are very loyal and recognize their masters." Dumbledore lowered the curtains around him, "So Miss Granger was not seriously hurt."

But even with the layer-by-layer attenuation, the Unforgivable Curse cast by Voldemort himself was still not something the little wizard could resist.

It is hard to imagine that Hermione would rather hold back her sobs than give in to Voldemort... Maybe she would never bow her head, even if this was just Voldemort's way of letting Nietzsche experience his hatred directly.

"You mean Quirrell's wand is rebelling?" Nietzsche got the point.

"But I'm more inclined to believe that Quirrell is resisting," Dumbledore said. "The wand chooses the wizard, and that's more than just a saying. If Quirrell truly submitted to Voldemort, then Miss Granger would probably be behind that door."

In Dumbledore's words, Voldemort always likes to define everything with direct force.

I am stronger than you, so you will not resist, and even if you do, it will be useless... Voldemort has absolute confidence in his power.

Nietzsche made no response.

"what!!"

Just as Nietzsche was thinking, Hermione, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, suddenly grabbed his arm.

He was so startled that he jumped to the side and held his chest with his other hand. Even Dumbledore, who was standing at the end of the bed, seemed stunned. When he came to his senses, he noticed the cunning and complacency in Hermione's eyes.

"Do you think I won't wake up and be sent to the 'permanent mental ward'?" Hermione looked at Nietzsche's angry look and laughed while slapping the quilt on the edge of the bed.

"It's okay, I'll take the Grangers there to visit you occasionally." Nietzsche shook off her hand.

"If you look carefully, you'll notice that I was squinting my eyes a little bit just now... Tsk tsk, great detective?"

Hermione seemed to have forgotten the voice of Headmaster Dumbledore just now. Obviously, her attention had been focused on Nietzsche, just waiting for the opportunity just now.

Dumbledore stood at the foot of the bed, watching the two men accusing each other.

Suddenly, he felt a little redundant...

Volume 1: Chapter 71: Calmness during Exam Week

After returning from St. Mungo's, Dumbledore was still scolded by Madam Pomfrey.

Neville said that when Madam Pomfrey found out that Nietzsche, who was supposed to be recuperating, was missing, she immediately asked Neville about it and learned from him that Dumbledore had been there...

It is hard to imagine that a principal actually lowered his head and listened carefully to the duties of the faculty and staff.

"She's gone..." Nietzsche saw Dumbledore still standing there in a daze after Madam Pomfrey left, so he tugged at his clothes.

"Oh...Oh? Ah...then you should go back and rest."

Looking at this, you can tell that Dumbledore was in a trance just now. Is this some kind of universal skill?

While Hermione still needed to recuperate in the hospital for about two weeks, some young wizards soon discovered a clue - Nietzsche had been reading alone in the library recently, and occasionally talked to Potter and others.

Therefore, some Slytherins who were against pure-blood could not help but become worried.

"Did he have a conflict with Granger...you know, the kind between lovers, I've seen them in movies." Theodore gossiped quietly with his friends.

How can I do this?

Now that the final exams are getting closer, the entire study group is in chaos without Hermione.

They couldn't do what Hermione Granger did, and make a study plan for each subject, including which books to read and what questions might appear in the exams... No, without Granger, they wouldn't even be able to find a direction.

"Impossible?" Lavender immediately covered the book after hearing the topic they were discussing.

Reading books is not as interesting as gossip.

"She hasn't even returned to the dormitory, and she's not in class either... I heard she's in St. Mungo's Hospital." Parvati also didn't believe the so-called conflict.

She had decided on this pair of people, who she had known since Muggle school, and that it would be useless even if Merlin came. She said so!

"St. Mungo's?" Hubble slammed the table heavily, and his voice became louder. "Is it those Slytherins who are causing trouble again? Those snakes... rats in the gutter!"