Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

If it weren't for Arthur Weasley's recording, Lucius wouldn't have been so anxious to clean up the evidence, and naturally he wouldn't have dug out the diary that he had kept for a long time.

That's how it all was - Lucius didn't know that the diary was Voldemort's container, and he was bewitched by him from beginning to end.

"What role does Draco Malfoy play in this?" Nietzsche continued to ask, holding his wand tightly.

"A watcher? A whistleblower? The first witness to discover that Weasley was the murderer in the Chamber of Secrets?" Voldemort laughed. "Perhaps when he saw that several professors were involved, he had already left with the girl."

Even if they knew the Malfoys' motives, would the Ministry of Magic still believe the murderer who killed Myrtle more than fifty years ago?

Obviously not. Even if Nietzsche asked Voldemort to identify Fudge in front of him, it would be useless, because the Ministry of Magic needs the support of the Malfoy family, because Voldemort and the pure bloods are always at odds...

"I've been waiting for nearly half a century for this opportunity, just to get a chance, what else are you Mudbloods dissatisfied with!" Voldemort screamed.

"Because you're not as important as you think you are."

Nietzsche frowned and plowed a mark on the ground with his lightsaber, cutting Voldemort in half from bottom to top. The opponent's body, which was constantly twisting due to the Cruciatus Curse, began to gradually disintegrate.

Then he reached out and summoned the diary back, motioning Hermione and Lockhart to go up first, as he planned to give some follow-up instructions.

"Sir, is there anything else Dobby can do for you?" The house-elf looked at him with almost admiration.

"Help me scrape off the scales of the basilisk." Nietzsche fumbled in his pocket for a long time, took out a small black bag, and continued, "Put its eyes in here, and remember to close them."

"No problem, sir!"

Dobby patted his chest and assured.

Nietzsche held the diary tightly in his hand, thinking of some strategies that were not worth telling: such as asking Gilderoy Lockhart to change Riddle's thinking logic and let the other party correct Malfoy in the tone of an ordinary magic item.

After all, it is reasonable for a wizard's treasure to have some function of recognizing its owner~

Nietzsche walked to the pipe that led down, and while using the levitation spell to lift himself up, he had the thought of filling up the entrance to the secret room.

But then he shook his head and rejected the idea - he always felt that it would be useful in the future.

When he appeared at the sink in the girls' bathroom, the first person he saw was Hermione Granger.

"Where's Lockhart?" He frowned and looked around. "Isn't he running away again?"

"He's busy telling other students about his 'heroic' deeds." Hermione rolled her eyes and took out her wand to tap his clothes a few times. "Cleaned up... but still a little musty."

"Where do we go now?"

"Let's go. I heard that Weasley's parents are in Professor McGonagall's office."

Hermione walked to the door of the girls' bathroom and suddenly stopped, looking back at Nietzsche.

He had never seen her so tired before. She looked listless, as if she hadn't slept all night. In his impression, Hermione had always been a very tough person.

"Promise me you won't use the Unforgivable Curse casually." She knew how Nietzsche learned it, so she didn't say it out loud.

If you want to say so, Hermione was the one who taught him the Cruciatus Curse.

Since you already know how to use it, she won't give you any useless lectures like "overuse is not good" or "this is all forbidden magic", so... just use it less, at least don't use it in front of her.

Nietzsche opened his mouth and remained silent for a long time before nodding.

"As a last resort?"

"As a last resort."

Volume 1: Chapter 125 The Dispute over Voldemort

The two kids pushed open the door and saw many people crowding the office:

Harry leaned against the fireplace in silence, holding a silver sword in his hand, his robes covered with dust and basilisk blood; while Headmaster Dumbledore stood beside him with a smile on his face, listening to what he was saying;

Professor McGonagall supported Mrs. Weasley, who was crying with her hands covering her face, and then saw Mr. Weasley pacing anxiously;

Of course, Ginny also woke up. She was clutching her chest, tears falling like pearls from a broken string, crying because she was worried that she would be fired.

"Thank you so much...really." Arthur immediately went to greet them when he saw the door was opened.

"I have heard what happened from Harry. What interests me is how Voldemort managed to confuse Ginny. As far as I know, he is still in an unknown sewer."

Headmaster Dumbledore added two new chairs to this room.

Hearing this, Nietzsche quickly placed the diary on the table. When the headmaster said the name, both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gasped, as if the name was some kind of taboo word.

"According to our 'tests' and Lockhart's judgment, this is possessed by Voldemort's soul, as well as his memories before the age of sixteen."

Dumbledore lowered his head, used his wand to open the cover, and stared at the blank pages with sharp eyes over his exposed nose.

As the greatest wizard of our time, he quickly discovered that something was wrong. Dumbledore pondered for a while before he suddenly realized something, which puzzled Professor McGonagall.

"What's the problem?" she said.

"Amazing... Really amazing." The headmaster exclaimed, "His attainments in the dark arts can indeed be called the best student in the history of Hogwarts. This is a perfect Horcrux... It even has a personality attached to it."

Molly Weasley held her daughter in her arms, her eyes fixed on the diary.

"But how did Ginny get this thing?"

"I don't know... I found it in a second-hand book that my mother bought." Ginny said sadly with guilt, "I thought it was something you gave me, so..."

But Mr. Weasley stood there dumbfounded. He had no idea how Voldemort's Horcrux had gotten into his daughter's hands.

Ginny stayed with them throughout the summer vacation.

"I think Miss Weasley should go to the hospital ward immediately." Dumbledore interrupted everyone and comforted them, "She can't be blamed for this. Wizards older and more resourceful than Ginny would be deceived by Voldemort."

Arthur was the first to react. He immediately left the office with his wife, daughter and son.

Judging from the situation, Ginny will not be expelled. After all, that mysterious man is involved in this. Mr. Weasley is also worried that his daughter might have been hit by the Imperius Curse and the negative reactions left by the remaining dark magic.

"Don't be too happy too soon. This means that person definitely doesn't have just this one thing." A drawling voice sounded from inside.

Nietzsche could swear that if Snape hadn't made a sound, he would never have noticed that the other person was hiding in the corner.

"By the way, Minerva, now that everyone is safe, I think this is worth a celebration. Go and notify the kitchen." Dumbledore didn't want to say more on this matter, so he found an excuse to let the others leave.

Professor McGonagall and Flitwick looked at each other and left silently.

Now, there are only four people left here. Nietzsche looked at the principal's reaction and immediately realized that this Horcrux was not as simple as a wizard attaching a soul to an object...

"Horcrux, I didn't expect Tom to actually make it." Dumbledore sat down on the chair in frustration and sighed, "Voldemort is obsessed with immortality. He is willing to split his soul to achieve his goal."

The Phoenix Fawkes flew up from the furnace, hovered in the air for a while, and then landed on the principal's shoulder again.

In other words, every Horcrux is Voldemort.

"By the way, Severus, is there anything missing from your office?"

Dumbledore suddenly thought of the previous arrangement.

"All the materials for Polyjuice Potion are there. I even took out the shopping list for the beginning of the semester and compared them." Snape shook his head. "Draco only came here to learn other potion knowledge."

Draco certainly didn't steal the materials, because he was looking through Snape's Potions notes.

Those expensive materials might have been bought in advance... All this was planned before school started, but neither Malfoy nor his son knew about Voldemort's existence.

"Perhaps we can convince Riddle to identify it as a magical item..." Hermione explained.

"But then what?" Dumbledore interrupted her and said meaningfully, "Even if Malfoy is disgraced, this also preserves Voldemort's soul. He can be kept in the evidence room of the Ministry of Magic forever."

Everyone here knows how this Horcrux came into Ginny's hands.

But what Dumbledore said made sense. His only goal was to eradicate the Horcrux. As for Malfoy... it was not a big problem because his motive was only to ruin the reputation of the Weasley family.

If Voldemort's Horcruxes were housed in the Ministry of Magic, his chances would be far better than if they were in Malfoy's collection.

"No, I don't agree with destroying Voldemort's soul now." Nietzsche put his hand on the diary, his eyes flashing with anger, "Even if he is put in the Ministry of Magic, we have a way to get him out of there."

"But before that, we can't guarantee that other people won't communicate with it!" Dumbledore shook his head.

So the disagreement arises precisely here - Nietzsche's target is the pure blood, while Dumbledore's target is Voldemort.

In Nietzsche's view, Voldemort himself was a tool created by the pure-bloods, a powerful military machine with self-awareness...those pure-bloods were the ones who needed to be eradicated the most.

"What's the difference between this and the other Voldemort?" Harry suddenly interrupted.

"Memory...The Voldemort who is still living in the sewers has lost the memory of his student days, so he has become so patient and impatient. He lacks the arrogance of his youth." Dumbledore said slowly.

But he is more cunning and scheming than when he was young. He divides everything into different levels, even his own stages.

He reached across the table and grabbed the other end of the journal.

"This is evidence, Harry...If we destroy him, everything that Malfoy has done to innocent people will become nothing in history!" Nietzsche lowered his voice and spoke carefully.

He is not an anarchist, and currently cannot overthrow the current order and power system of the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, everything can only stand within the existing system and try to sentence the real murderer... The position is very important. Once he supports Dumbledore in destroying the diary, everything that Hogwarts has suffered will no longer be important.

Just as he and the headmaster were demarcating the boundary between life and death for the Horcruxes, Hermione noticed that there was an extra person on the chair.

It was Tom Riddle... He was actually sitting by the fireplace, watching the show.

"If Voldemort is resurrected, then the people in the hospital will not be the only ones lost at Hogwarts." Dumbledore said with more strength, "Nietzsche, the truth is a beautiful and terrifying thing."

Hermione surreptitiously poked him in the lower back.

Then Nietzsche suddenly let go, and due to inertia, Dumbledore staggered backwards a few times. If Harry hadn't supported him in time, he would have fallen... Anyway, Snape just stood there without moving a step.

"Voldemort is just a weapon used by the pure-bloods for external expansion. With the first one, there will naturally be a second one... If you give them a chance to breathe, it will only allow them to recuperate." Nietzsche took out his wand and pointed it at Riddle.

Young Voldemort raised his hands and blinked comically.

He was like a character in a pantomime, telling them through his actions: Wow, you found me~

"I thought Mr. Holmes was also loyal to Dumbledore..." Riddle said jokingly, "It seems that you two are not as harmonious as I thought."

"Shut up." Hermione raised her wand as well.

His appearance weakened Dumbledore's tough attitude a bit, and the headmaster pounded his hands weakly on both sides.

"Tom, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Professor... I'm sorry about these two mudbloods not being loyal."

But Hermione was not so easy to talk to. She took a step forward and almost put her wand against the other person's forehead. Beneath her calm face was endless anger and hatred.

If she wasn't more rational, she would have wanted to use the Cruciatus Curse on Riddle as well.

"I swear, if you say that word again, I will finish you off on the spot..." she said through gritted teeth.

"Well, you two should discuss this with Holmes first, or should I go back to sleep?"

"Believe me, if I insist, Nietzsche can't stop me."

Riddle clenched his fists, but considering his situation, it was better for him to remain silent.

Volume 1: Chapter 126: TMD Riddle

"Answer me, Dumbledore, do you hate me?"

Oh~ This calm question did not come from any story between infatuated men and resentful women, but from the relationship between a student and a professor.

The young Voldemort demonstrated excellent Transfiguration skills in the Chamber of Secrets, which of course came from his Transfiguration professor, Albus Dumbledore... Although Riddle himself showed great respect, the headmaster was somewhat evasive.

Faced with this question, Dumbledore simply clenched the diary until his knuckles turned white.

"Of course you hate me, there is no doubt about it... because I killed so many people who were loyal to you. It's strange that they would worship you for your power, but not me---"

"What did you say? Ah yes... because of love~ a lie, those students naively thought you really cared about them."

Dumbledore no longer looked as peaceful as usual, but became very serious, with his blue eyes as sharp as knives. He held the diary with his left hand, and he didn't know when he had grasped the wand with his right hand.

"So you are saying these things just to save your life?" said the principal.

"Don't be ridiculous. If you really want to do that, who in this office can stop you?" Riddle looked at them frivolously. "Is it these two...Muggles? Or Potter, who is in your palm?"

This was Dumbledore's choice.

If he were to destroy this Horcrux with attached memories, then the murderer in the entire Chamber of Secrets would no longer be Lucius Malfoy, but a basilisk that only obeyed orders from humans.

Is this the truth?

No, what Nietzsche wanted was for the truth to come out, even if the cost was painful.

Anyone, every student has the right to know the whole story, instead of being passively in an information cocoon, naively thinking that all this was just done by Voldemort or a basilisk.

"Hypocrisy," Riddle said, crossing his legs.

"If Dumbledore is hypocritical, then what about you?" Harry raised the sword in his hand and shouted, "You killed my parents!"