Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Harry was helped to stand up little by little. He mustered up the courage to open his eyes and looked at the shadows in the fire. After determining the direction, he jumped down with his sword in his backhand.

"Armor!" Snape flashed out from the side.

The white barrier prevented Harry from feeling the burning of the dragon's flames. On the contrary, the wind as he fell was very warm.

Protected by Snape's Shield Charm, he passed through the curtain of flames and thrust the silver sword straight into the top of the basilisk's head, between its eyes, so deep that only the hilt was visible.

The basilisk twisted its body in pain, and Harry was immediately thrown aside and fell unconscious.

When the smoke cleared, Voldemort could only see a fire dragon pressing the basilisk's head with its claws, while Nietzsche smiled at him provocatively and made a very 'gentlemanly' gesture.

"Did you know that the future Voldemort has a snake nose?" He frowned and said sarcastically, "It seems that you don't know, after all, you are still playing with the basilisk now."

"Nietzsche!" Voldemort was so angry that his face twisted and he screamed.

"Avada Kedavra!" "Crucio!"

The green light symbolizing death and the red light symbolizing pain staggered in the air, greeted each other, and then flew towards their respective targets.

Volume 1: Chapter 123 You Know Nothing About Magic

Under the cover of McGonagall and Snape, Nietzsche jumped on the mudslide-like ground, jumped off the dragon's spine, and rushed towards Voldemort.

“Shatter into pieces!” Voldemort chopped the huge rock in front of him into pieces, and then attacked both sides. “Smash it into pieces, freeze it quickly!”

Nietzsche didn't even need to dodge, as the spell of this level was reflected to other places by the white barrier before it even touched his body. With the help of the braking spell, he quickly approached the opponent.

Now Voldemort is facing a pincer attack from both sides.

"Avada Kedavra."

"There are many obstacles!"

Obstruction Curse... Voldemort wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks, but what distracted him was seeing that the Unforgivable Curse, which was so untouchable that even the Shield Charm could not block, was just suspended in mid-air.

The dazzling green light seemed to be frozen in time.

Nietzsche simply lowered his head, slid forward, and made a sword flower.

There was a flash of light, and Voldemort's hands were cut off at the same time.

"You Mudblood...this is impossible!"

"You know nothing about magic."

This time, it was Nietzsche who mocked Voldemort.

The latter's eyes were red. Although he would not die, he could not avoid the pain. Especially when his outline became clearer and clearer, he had all the conditions that a normal person had.

At the beginning, he could still rely on his immortality to trade injuries with those professors, but as time went on, disadvantages began to emerge.

Nietzsche concentrated his mind. The sword flower just now was also a gesture of magic. So the powerful magic squeezed Voldemort from all sides. Maybe he would be very strong in the future, but now he was just Tom Riddle in his student days.

The ingenious combination of magic gestures and sword skills is really eye-catching.

"Where is Malfoy?" Nietzsche took a step forward, stepped on Ginny's wand, and then hit Voldemort in the stomach with his left fist.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Voldemort spat on the ground and said disdainfully.

"You like to talk tough, don't you?" Nietzsche thrust the lightsaber into him, nailing him into the floor. "It's okay, Voldemort... I'll make you regret teaching me this spell. Hush, hold it in... Cruciatus!"

Voldemort only saw the lightsaber in his abdomen flash red light, and then he felt the heart-wrenching pain.

Judging from Nietzsche's words, was his Cruciatus Curse taught by his future self?

Even Voldemort as a student had to let out a few brief screams. He was indeed immortal, but that didn't mean his soul was intact. At this moment, Voldemort felt as if he was being torn into pieces.

The Cruciatus Curse seemed to act directly on his soul.

Professor McGonagall wanted to severely criticize the spells used by her students, but after looking at the dead basilisk, she finally walked out of the Chamber of Secrets carrying the unconscious Harry, and ignored Voldemort's screams echoing in the Chamber of Secrets.

"You dare...dare to do this to me..." Riddle shouted in shock and anger. The feeling of his soul being torn apart alive made his body flicker slightly a few times.

Professor Flitwick was a little bit unbelieving, and his eyelids twitched when he heard Riddle's scream.

When Hermione approached, she saw Nietzsche's face reflected by the scarlet light, and her instinct warned herself to stop him, but rationally speaking, this kind of reasonable violence should be allowed.

"Wasn't it Ginny who was controlled to open the Chamber of Secrets?" Professor Flitwick sighed.

"But who sent Voldemort in?" Nietzsche said expressionlessly, "Riddle is a memory... Lockhart!"

Professor Lockhart was squatting beside the basilisk's corpse, pouting and kicking lightly a few times. When he heard someone calling him, he ran over in a panic like a frightened rabbit.

He looked at Riddle on the ground in disbelief...oh no, it should be the great Voldemort.

"Let me introduce you. This is our most outstanding professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, proficient in... the Oblivion Spell." Nietzsche smiled, "Regarding your unkillable trait, I think there will always be someone in Hogwarts who is involved in this."

Lockhart wanted to refuse, but when he saw Dean Flitwick's scrutinizing look, he swallowed and unconsciously moved closer.

Forget it, it has come to this, there is no way to hide no matter how hard you try. Perhaps thinking of the mocking laugh from the Sorting Hat, Lockhart began to inquire about Riddle's situation with a feeling of being forced into it.

It can't be killed, and it's a kind of memory connected to vitality and Ginny. It's really weird.

"Memories?" Lockhart tilted his head back slightly, away from the red lightsaber. "In fact, if the Cruciatus Curse can work, it means that there is still a part of the soul that carries the memory."

Nietzsche was right. He was indeed an expert in memory, and only he could understand some of Voldemort's tricks.

"This... um... Mr. Riddle seems to have separated his soul and memory completely. But the question is, if the memory is carried on the soul, then what is the carrier of the soul?"

"In fact, the body and the soul are integrated, and memory is the substance produced by the combination of the two, so Mr. Riddle must have one... I'll look for it..."

Lockhart started running around like a dog that smelled food.

At this moment he did not notice the complexity in Flitwick's eyes at all, because the old dean did not expect that he really looked a few times, but it was fortunate that he did not see it, otherwise Lockhart's nose would have been raised to the ceiling of the secret room.

Soon, Lockhart found a diary with a black cover at the foot of the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

"That's it!" He raised it above his head happily. "It's like the human brain... I have always been very sensitive to substances like memory. Great, I have found the Dark Lord's most fatal weakness!"

"You... click."

Voldemort's eyes widened. He didn't expect that the man who had been cowering on the ground with his head in his hands the whole time could have such an ability.

But just as he was about to open his mouth to cast a curse, Hermione beside him raised her wand and twisted his jaw off, leaving only his tongue moving up and down in his mouth.

At this moment, something happened that made him even more angry and humiliated: Dobby appeared between Nietzsche and Hermione.

"Harry Potter is safe now." It shouted excitedly. "Dobby succeeded. Dobby saved Harry Potter from the conspiracy. Mr. Holmes... You defeated the basilisk."

"Wrong, it's not 'I', it's 'we'." Nietzsche held the magic wand and thrust it deeper into the ground.

A house-elf and two mudbloods had made him so miserable, but Voldemort could only stare at them.

But the tricky part is - how do they destroy this thing?

Professor Flitwick anxiously tried several dark spells and universal breaking spells, but failed to break the book into pieces. When the diary was blown up by the blasting spell and fell to the ground, it was only covered with dust.

"Perhaps Dumbledore has a way..." Lockhart raised his hand and made a suggestion to several people in a dejected manner.

"Will the Oblivion Charm work?" Nietzsche said, "First try to sever the relationship between him and Ginny Weasley, and then try to destroy it."

"This... I'll try. I hope the spell will break automatically because the Dark Lord forgets about it. This kind of magic that absorbs the life of others is very unusual. We can't see any trace of magic."

"Then delete his memory." Nietzsche looked at Voldemort and began to grin.

"But I have never used it on such a strange object, because the Forgotten Spell itself is a very complicated magic. Once an accident occurs, the Forgotten will suffer from amnesia, memory decline, or even..."

But what does this have to do with them?

Hermione stretched, waved her wand, turned some rubble into a round table, and placed the diary that carried Voldemort's soul and memories on it.

“We don’t care even if the Dark Lord, whose name we are not allowed to mention, becomes an Alzheimer’s patient,” she said.

Riddle was pinned down by the magic power and groaned weakly.

Wait, hold on...what are they going to do to his memory?

Volume 1: Chapter 124: Being manipulated

To destroy an unknown and powerful dark magic item, the Sword of Gryffindor, held by Harry Potter, can be used.

But Nietzsche wanted to keep the diary as evidence.

"If Voldemort tore his soul apart and stored the memories of his school days in this diary, then how did the diary come into Ginny's hands?" Nietzsche rested his elbow on his wand.

The young Voldemort closed his mouth tightly and stared at the ceiling of the Chamber of Secrets with lifeless eyes.

The only thing he could do now was to wait quietly for time...wait for Ginny's vitality to fade away.

But Lockhart on the other side was busy and exhausted. When he went deep into Voldemort's soul, the diary used as his brain would show all kinds of "illusions" - false memories used to deceive the intruder.

"I need your help," the professor said to them.

"How to do it?" Nietzsche carefully avoided Voldemort's eyes.

"Ahem... Just make his mind fluctuate a little, and prevent him from having any more retrospective memories."

Lockhart glanced at Professor Flitwick who was standing next to him. He had expressed himself very tactfully. After all, a magical genius like him who hoped for world peace would not cast the Unforgivable Curses.

It is hard to imagine that such words came out of such a harmless smile.

And Nietzsche was willing to do so, as this was a rare opportunity to torture Voldemort.

"Crucio..." He held the wand in reverse, looking at Voldemort's handsome face, but what he thought of in his mind was what he had suffered in the Forbidden Forest last year.

Revenge is the best fertilizer for the Unforgivable Curse.

The white lightsaber flashed red again. The power of the Cruciatus Curse was not weakened by the fact that the core of the wand was made of unicorn hair. When the lightsaber that pierced Voldemort's abdomen turned into scarlet blood, even Hermione felt a threat.

She couldn't imagine how much disgust towards Voldemort was contained in Nietzsche's calm chanting of the spell.

At the moment when Voldemort's limbs began to twitch, Hermione's memory was pulled back to the days of recuperation at St. Mungo's Hospital...

"That's it... hold on." Lockhart raised his wand and pointed it at the old diary.

Now Flitwick and Hermione could see several silvery-white spider-web-like threads beginning to form between the tip of his wand and the book.

Lockhart was seen carefully extracting the lines, and then cutting a section of them, and adding Voldemort's slightly twitching look to it, as if they were doing some unknown experiments in the Chamber of Secrets.

Lockhart stared at the silver thread intently, and the sweat on his forehead left streaks on his dust-covered face.

Finally, Voldemort's body stopped flickering.

It also means that magic power and vitality have stopped growing.

"Successful?" Hermione turned her head away, not wanting to look at the miserable Voldemort.

"Of course! I said I'm good at the Oblivion Charm... Guess what, I made Mr. Riddle forget some of the details of the spell. You know, this kind of complicated black magic must be kept in mind all the time."

Lockhart wiped his sweaty face with his sleeve.

He couldn't make Voldemort forget the whole thing, forget the whole magic, but he could change some details of the spell in his memory when he was at his weakest.

For the entire magic ritual, if one step is wrong, all steps will be wrong.

Fortunately, Voldemort had attached the memories of his school days, and as long as he had a complete personality, Lockhart could do something with it.

"I'll go upstairs to see Ginny." Professor Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the wand that did not belong to Voldemort, and turned to leave. "If there is anything, come to Minerva's office to find us."

Now the young Voldemort is forever stuck at the moment before his resurrection...Huh, history always repeats itself in an amazing way.

"Tell me, Tom Riddle." Nietzsche straightened his jaw and said calmly, "A soul container passed through the hands of the Malfoy family and came into the hands of a girl... How about this story?"

"That is not my name. The name flowing in my blood was passed down to me by Salazar through my daughter!" Voldemort growled.

For Voldemort, nothing could be more unfortunate and cowardly than a descendant of Salazar Slytherin being defeated by a few mudbloods and a house-elf.

Perhaps he saw the reality clearly and his eyes began to clear.

People often don't expect that they will have a chance to be resurrected because of a piece of memory, but also fail because of this piece of memory.

"Nietzsche...Holmes, huh~" Voldemort laughed self-deprecatingly, "Why do you think you can catch them by the braids? In fact, I asked the son of Abraxas to do this."

Abraxas is Lucius' father.

Dobby, who was standing by, trembled nervously when he heard this. He had indeed heard about the conspiracy about the Chamber of Secrets a few months before school started.

"Lucius thought I was the key to the Chamber of Secrets. Of course... when I was sixteen, he hadn't even been born yet, so he naturally didn't know these things. So he only knew that I could make sure the Chamber of Secrets could be opened."

“As for the method, who knows how he did it.”

Hermione's mood hit rock bottom.

If this was the case, then the Malfoys could have easily escaped detection by raising the banner "I am a victim too," just like they did at the end of the First Wizarding War, because they were indeed the deceived party.