Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I always thought there was something special about you, but now I understand... Potter, in the final analysis, you are only alive because of good luck. Back then it was because of your mother, and now it is because of others."

Riddle's words hurt Harry Potter deeply.

Just as Harry was trying desperately to suppress his anger, Nietzsche stood up. He had no respect for the headmaster's authority and no fear of Voldemort.

"Let's not go off topic. The reason I want you to be alive is that you can identify Malfoy..." Nietzsche stepped forward and walked closer. "You are not Voldemort, but just a piece of evidence."

"Who do you think you're talking to!" Riddle said through gritted teeth.

"Voldemort, dead; evidence, alive...it's that simple." He stood in front of the other party, looking down at him condescendingly.

In Nietzsche's eyes, there is no room for even a grain of sand.

Even Riddle can't think of making a comeback.

But when Nietzsche changed the subject again, Dumbledore sat down tiredly. He rubbed his crooked nose, stared at Riddle who was trying not to reply for a while, and then closed his eyes slightly.

"It's not that I don't want Malfoy to be punished, but there are risks." The headmaster whispered, "A little disturbance is enough to destroy the wizarding world - whether it is the wizarding world's hatred of pure blood or the rebirth of Voldemort."

"If this Voldemort dies, won't the Voldemort outside be resurrected?" Nietzsche asked.

"Yes, that's why we need to gather all possible strength instead of letting the magic world fall into war in advance..."

As Snape said, none of them knew if there were any more such Horcruxes.

As long as there is one of them, Voldemort will not be able to die. As long as he does not die, it means that he will eventually be resurrected. It is just a matter of time. Voldemort can even wait until their generation dies of old age and then continue to stir up trouble.

"Listen to me, kid. The Malfoy family and the others are not on the same side as Voldemort. They are more afraid of being liquidated themselves." Dumbledore's words were a little conservative.

If some wizards overthrow the Ministry of Magic and replace the Minister of Magic, they will only send some neutral and pure-bloods to Voldemort's side.

This is something Nietzsche could not understand.

Dumbledore naively thought that the pure bloods opposed Voldemort because they were afraid of him... No, he was confused. Even if they were afraid, there were reasons for it:

Muggles and half-blood wizards fear Voldemort because they disagree with his ideas and cruelty;

The purebloods fear Voldemort because this weapon has lost control.

"It is Malfoy who needs Voldemort, not Voldemort who needs them!" Nietzsche said confidently, "If you are just worried about Riddle finding a chance to revive, then I will find a way. This is very simple for Lockhart."

At this time, Lockhart still deliberately kept the mud and dust on his body, and told the students in the auditorium about his intelligence.

He was talking about how he had made the Dark Lord furious and saved Ginny when he suddenly sneezed... How strange, it was already spring.

Riddle nodded with satisfaction at these words.

It was exactly what he wanted - as a strong and ambitious person, he never needed those people's flattery.

"If someone had understood me back then..."

"You, shut up." Nietzsche didn't give any face at all.

Riddle zipped up his mouth. He could wait and decided to give them some time while he watched the show. He didn't want to miss Dumbledore's frustrated look.

Nietzsche hit the nail on the head.

Coupled with Riddle's attitude, Dumbledore began to hesitate.

"But isn't he a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?" Harry thought of what the other person had said.

"As far as I know, he is a half-blood himself." Dumbledore gradually put down the diary. "When I first met Riddle, I was in a Muggle orphanage."

"Think about it, what will a talented Slytherin student encounter in the college?" Hermione couldn't help but interrupt, "Bribing people, showing goodwill, opportunities for speculation everywhere."

Oh, by the way, Voldemort wasn't born like this.

What led him to this title step by step?

"Why would a half-blood abandon the Muggle part of himself?" Nietzsche said, "It's simply because of the treatment and upbringing, as well as the brainwashing of the pure-blood concept, which gave Riddle the sense of belonging that the pure-bloods need."

Dumbledore thought about it carefully using Nietzsche's logic.

The more I think about it, the more I feel... that seems to be the case - Riddle never felt that he had done anything wrong, he almost held the wizarding side of his bloodline in high esteem.

"Seal the tongue and lock the throat~" Hermione pointed her wand.

Riddle on the other side didn't think he was brainwashed. When he tried to interrupt, his tongue stuck to his palate.

"If this is what pure-bloods need, then..." Dumbledore ignored his whining and continued, "Well, give me some time. Also, what are you going to do about the diary?"

Since the principal asked how to deal with it, Nietzsche knew it was almost done.

At this time, he had to push Lockhart out.

"A hint, or a confusion of Riddle's memory." Nietzsche shrugged and said easily, "Voldemort has abandoned the Muggle part of himself, and this is an opportunity for us."

If this diary was just a simple Horcrux without any memories, then Lucius would not have any connection with it, and naturally would not know that he could open the Chamber of Secrets.

Naturally, they could not do anything to an unconscious soul container.

It is really ironic that Riddle claimed to be Voldemort's past, but it was what Voldemort considered to be the most humiliating past.

Thinking of this, Nietzsche's eyes showed a bit more pity.

Hermione quietly lifted the other party's spell. For some reason, she suddenly felt a little sinister and wanted to see Riddle's reaction.

"This is impossible!" As she expected, Riddle screamed immediately, "I...I am one with him. I am Voldemort's past! This memory is what I decided to keep in order to guide another person to complete a noble cause!"

For what?

Could it be that Voldemort had predicted this day more than fifty years ago, predicting that Lucius would use him to open the Chamber of Secrets?

Since Voldemort wanted to guide others, why did he give the diary to Lucius' father for safekeeping? No, Riddle's existence was just for Voldemort to preserve the "perfection" in his heart.

"It's pathetic, Riddle... It's so pathetic. Perhaps you were just wiped out of your memory as a half-blood, as a Muggle."

"Your existence is for the resurrection of Voldemort himself. Guiding others to complete Salazar's cause... maybe that was just an excuse you created to deceive yourself, a retrospective memory."

Nietzsche moved his face closer and began to admire his distorted and hideous face.

It was so wonderful that when he thought of Voldemort's pride last year, he couldn't help but look at Riddle a few more times.

"You piece of mud..."

"Seal the tongue and lock the throat~" Seeing that he was starting to get angry, Hermione immediately launched a silencing spell.

"Thank you." Nietzsche said in surprise.

"You are welcome."

In the end, the frustrated Tom Riddle disappeared on the chair and went back into the diary. He just wanted to be quiet in the spiritual world for a while and not think about things that subverted his worldview.

What is the meaning of his existence...

Volume 1: Chapter 127: Lockhart is forced to take sides

(Hmm? Fox just found out that there was only one update yesterday... Then I went to the draft box and found that there was still one chapter that hadn't been sent out. The reason was... Fox clicked the wrong one...)

"Ginny's life was hanging by a thread at the time, and no one could save her. You can go ask Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Those professors don't know what that kind of dark magic is, but I do!"

"I have the mysterious murderer in my hands. Look! This is my best spell of Oblivion."

As soon as Nietzsche and Hermione walked into the hall, they heard Lockhart sitting on the steps in front of the guest of honor seat, talking about how he had found the Dark Lord's weakness in the Chamber of Secrets.

He waved his hands and spoke for dozens of minutes without a break.

"What about the basilisk?" asked a little eagle from Ravenclaw. "How do you deal with the basilisk?"

"That's not my responsibility, understand?" Lockhart evaded lightly, "At that time, your dean was still creating opportunities for me, because my target has always been the young Dark Lord..."

It was as if the person lying on the ground pretending to be dead was not him.

Professor Flitwick, who had become a background figure, was so angry that his hands were shaking, and he wanted to throw the fork in his hand at the back of his head.

Hermione's face turned pale and she quietly moved behind him.

"Really? It seems that the great Professor Lockhart is very good at this kind of thing, but this matter is not over yet, because we need you to take over the Dark Lord." The girl said suddenly in a shrill voice next to his ear.

Lockhart's smile and movements froze instantly, as if he were under an obstacle spell.

After a long time, he slowly turned his head and saw the unhappy Hermione and the smiling Nietzsche. He was in a dilemma and couldn't say anything in front of everyone, so he could only agree.

"This... this is totally fine..." He wiped the sweat off his face with his dirty sleeve, leaving a streak of gray on his forehead.

"One on one," Hermione added.

"Ah!" Lockhart yelled, and suddenly jumped up from the stairs as if his butt was on fire. "I won't talk to you about this anymore. I'm going to go to the principal to prepare... By the way, remember to reserve my new book!"

As he walked towards the auditorium entrance, he told everyone a 'good' news.

But those young wizards were not willing to let him go. This was news about the mysterious man, and they had only heard of this kind of thing from their fathers.

Ernie ignored the dust on it, grabbed his robe, stiffened his neck and shouted, "Don't leave, how can this matter be related to the mysterious man? You haven't explained it clearly yet... Why has he been lurking in the school?"

Lockhart didn't dare to say anything more, so he looked at Nietzsche.

But the latter thought this was a good opportunity. He didn't think there was anything wrong with letting these people know about Voldemort's existence, so he nodded calmly.

"This matter - Ginny was controlled, understand?" Lockhart described it briefly, "Lucius Malfoy planted something on Weasley, and the Dark Lord's soul and memory were on it."

Many people gasped.

Suddenly, there were several sounds of glass breaking on the dining table. It was George and Fred, their eyes were red with anger.

Ron on the side was very confused. He stood up from Harry Potter and stared.

"Draco, that bastard, has been pretending to be me to get close to Ginny?!" he roared, "I was wondering why you guys always say that I have a bad memory and can't even remember the access control password...Where is Draco!"

Dean Thomas and Seamus pulled at his arms, and both of them nearly fell to the ground as Ron struggled.

This was big news. The young wizards nearby were attracted by the sound from the Gryffindor table. Taking this opportunity, Luhart quickly squeezed through the onlookers, including the book fans and curious wizards, and walked out of the auditorium.

But as luck would have it, Lockhart, who had just left the crowd, met one of the people he least wanted to see at the moment - Lucius Malfoy.

He was accompanied by his son Draco and the servant Dobby.

"Mr. Lockhart, there will be consequences for talking nonsense before the matter is concluded..." Lucius said with an uncontrollable fury, while his son hid behind him tremblingly.

What would you do if you were caught saying bad things about someone?

This is what Lockhart is like now, not to mention that the person he 'slandered' is the head of a pure-blood family, so he has become completely mute.

"You don't want your book to be taken off the shelves, do you? It's just for show." Lucius walked closer and whispered in his ear, threateningly, "Huh?"

"This...this is all a misunderstanding..." Lockhart said with a wry smile, "I also heard about it from Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Professor Lockhart, isn't it your wish for world peace that you hate dark wizards and dark creatures the most?" Hermione suddenly appeared at the door of the auditorium and said cunningly, "Are all the things you said false?"

She would love to see a look of frustration on Lucius's face, like Riddle's.

In fact, Hermione didn't think she was very generous. On the contrary, she thought she was an extremely vengeful and petty person - on this point, Nietzsche beside her could agree with her wholeheartedly.

"Well, of course I am..." Lockhart was a little confused.

He didn't want to offend the Malfoy family.

But sometimes he can't do whatever he wants, because Nietzsche won't let him do that.

"Hmm?" Nietzsche simply made a dull warning sound through his nose.

"Of course I have an incompatible relationship with dark wizards!" Lockhart immediately changed his words, showing a firm attitude. "If someone really wants to kill my students, I will definitely take action. Even the basilisk left by Salazar must die!"

"Hmm~" Nietzsche just raised his chin, "Please, Professor Lockhart, don't keep Dumbledore waiting for too long."

Draco was about to enter the hall, but when he turned around, he saw a group of wizards rolling up their sleeves and holding wands, led by the three Weasley brothers.

Everyone was watching him, ready to go.

It seemed that Draco would not be able to enjoy this celebration... If he was willing to pay a small price, he could at least go in and take a look. As for whether he could lie down or stand, that would depend on his own ability.

"So have you caught the murderer?" Lucius taunted.

"Of course we found it, all thanks to Gilderoy~" Nietzsche sighed as he led the way.

Hermione walked at the back, holding the wand in her right hand, as if she was escorting a prisoner.

When she caught a glimpse of Dobby, who was wrapped in bandages, she felt more distressed than grateful. She couldn't imagine how a house-elf could withstand the pressure and come to the school to help them.

"Oh? Who is it?" Lucius seemed to have expected something.

"You'll see."

No one answered him, even Lockhart surprisingly did not keep his mouth shut, but just followed Nietzsche with a pale face.

"Chocolate Cockroach Pile."