Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Feeling confused and uneasy, Lucius walked into the principal's office with his son and the servants.

The moment he saw Dumbledore, Nietzsche could hear his breathing become disordered for a moment, and then he rushed in and stared coldly at the white-bearded old man.

"Well, how dare you ignore the board of directors and return to Hogwarts without permission!"

"It's like this..." Dumbledore said lightly, "I have contacted the other eleven directors, and I heard from them that if they don't suspend me, someone will curse them. Do you know about this?"

"Oh, thank goodness." Lucius turned his head dryly and said to Nietzsche and others, "I can't see anyone else in the office now, so Dumbledore is the murderer?"

They seemed to have heard some joke.

Even the portraits in the principal's office laughed, especially Principal Black. As a pure-blood, he acted even more disdainful.

"It's that man, Lucius... Voldemort." Dumbledore held up the diary and flipped through the name on it. "I thought that as his former servants, you would know his name."

Nietzsche noticed that Lucius' pupils changed, as if he was frightened by something.

Draco expressed his fear without any concealment. He seemed to have never expected that he would have such a close contact with a Dark Lord.

"I see," he said.

"What a clever plan. Weasley's daughter is being controlled to murder Muggle-born wizards. What impact will this have on Arthur and the Muggle Protection Act?" Dumbledore pressed on.

"This is unfortunate. As for whether others will accept the Muggle Protection Act, it is not up to me to decide. After all, this kind of scandal..."

Lucius seemed to be relieved and immediately acted as if nothing had happened.

But will Nietzsche do as he wishes?

No, this snake is the most deadly, and it often delivers a crucial blow when others are most relaxed.

"But as to why Arthur has this Horcrux, I think Lockhart will have a way." Nietzsche clapped his hands and invited the main character, "He will extract the memory of Arthur and Voldemort..."

"Wait, who else?" Lucius interrupted him harshly.

"Voldemort, Tom Riddle, the owner of this Horcrux, the culprit who opened the Chamber of Secrets and controlled Ginny." Nietzsche called out a series of nicknames, which made Lucius' face even more haggard.

He paused and looked at Hermione.

Sherlock Holmes' most capable assistant -- Granger!

"As far as I know, there is someone in the school who is secretly helping Voldemort, such as tricking students out and carrying Ginny into the basement..." Hermione clenched her fists and said coldly, "Everything will be presented in memory."

Lucius finally couldn't hold back anymore and looked down at Draco.

"Albus, you and I both know how cunning and shameless that man is. Even many older wizards would be deceived, just like... Ginny Weasley..."

How familiar this phrase is.

Didn't Lucius just repeat what Dumbledore said? By the way, this also indicated that he would not hold Ginny responsible.

When he talked about how innocent some people were in front of Dumbledore and how he was controlled in the past, Nietzsche finally couldn't hold it back and immediately laughed while holding his stomach, which made Lucius very angry.

"You haven't experienced that crazy era, I don't understand what's so funny about this!" he said in a hoarse voice.

"No, I'm not laughing at you." Nietzsche slapped his thighs repeatedly and shouted behind Dumbledore in between breaths, "Did you hear them all? It seems like they think they are being forced by you."

Lucius was confused at first.

Who? Severus? The Minister of Magic?

No, it was neither, and the man who stepped out from behind the Roman columns in the principal's office was more terrifying than anyone Lucius had ever imagined.

A cool air rose from the ground, poured into his hands and feet, and then quickly seeped into his entire body.

It was a blurry-edged image, like someone stepped out of a poorly shot movie.

"Lucius Malfoy, you are not half as good as your father Abraxas. If I could, I would like you to die of dragon pox like him!"

The hatred expressed by Tom Riddle, who was driven out, at this moment, far exceeded his anger towards Harry, Nietzsche and Hermione, and at the same time, he was hit right by what the Mudblood said.

The great Voldemort is just a clown who is fooled around.

Volume 1: Chapter 128 Dobby is free!

(Sorry, sorry! Two chapters in one, the chapters posted this morning count as the chapters missed yesterday, so today’s chapter will be almost 9,000 words!)

Lucius regretted the terrible words he had used to curse Voldemort just now...

Unexpectedly!

"I never thought that the son of Abraxas would be such a coward." Riddle walked slowly to the principal's desk and stroked an unknown spray bottle. "I lied to you? What a joke."

He also lowered his voice, imitating Lucius's tone just now.

As the person involved, Malfoy could only suppress the fear in his heart and glare at Dumbledore. From the moment Riddle walked out, everything had exceeded his expectations.

In his imagination, even if Dumbledore saved Weasley, they could still get away with it.

Nietzsche stood under the headmaster's portrait, holding his head and began to appreciate the classic "master-servant confrontation".

"Let me guess...if the diary matter is exposed, Draco disguised as Ron can destroy the evidence." He couldn't help but infer.

"Dumbledore, you have to think it through." Lucius held his son's shoulders and took a steady breath. "If the diary has not been destroyed, then it is also a fact that Ginny opened the Chamber of Secrets. Think about Arthur's efforts for the law."

He didn't dare to gamble whether Lockhart could retrieve his memory.

Even if it was Voldemort, who was a Horcrux, he did not dare to gamble, so he chose the most conservative approach - the Muggle Protection Act.

Unfortunately, there is another person in the principal's office today who wants to invalidate the Muggle Protection Act. That person is Nietzsche Holmes, because he needs to prepare for the next flying car.

Nietzsche believed that Arthur had good intentions in enacting this law, which was to prevent dark wizards from using magical items to harm Muggles.

But unfortunately, he needs to open a gap in the wizarding world. Not to mention being able to compete with Moriarty's war industry, but at least he needs to have the confidence to fight back, and also to allow the wizards to take a step outward.

"Have you asked Mr. Weasley?" Nietzsche asked before the headmaster could think.

"What?" Lucius said, frowning.

"Would he be willing to let his children pretend that nothing had happened? I'm afraid not... Mr. Weasley is a very competent father, so I think he should have his own persistence---"

Lucius found this very difficult.

Is this a fucking sophomore?

What was he doing in second grade? Studying? Threatening his classmates? Being a social butterfly?

At least when he was a student, he didn't have the courage to interrupt Principal Armando or even ignore his expression.

"Riddle, regarding the correction..."

"No problem for me." Before Nietzsche could finish his words, the young Voldemort responded, "I can definitely point out the fact that Malfoy asked me to open the Chamber of Secrets, but there is a condition."

Riddle was equally astute.

That's right, since Lucius likes to use the symbol of Voldemort as the victim, he has to use the Chamber of Secrets to talk about it... It has nothing to do with threats and deception, but only talks about Malfoy's motives for using the diary.

Now it was Hermione's turn to get impatient. What status was she in and yet she was still making conditions!

"It's about my final stay or departure." Riddle suddenly became very docile and smiled faintly, "My safety must be guaranteed. For this reason, I can open a little bit of my spiritual world to you."

"You mean -- we need your permission to extract the memory?" Hermione said softly, "Don't forget, we have done it once."

However, Riddle did not withdraw from the dormitory at all. Instead, he glanced at the headmaster quickly.

"Of course I haven't forgotten it. It's worth mentioning that my future self seems to be very good at teaching others... a good Cruciatus Curse."

"That is a necessary measure," Nietzsche emphasized again.

But at this time, Dumbledore could no longer sit still. He could not just stand by and watch a student being led into a trap step by step by Voldemort.

Even though Nietzsche's purpose in using the Unforgivable Curses was normal, habitual use of these spells will also create a habit, and this bad habit will make people dependent on black magic.

"Okay, I get it, thank you for your kindness, Riddle."

Dumbledore tapped the table with his wand, and a powerful magical force instantly defeated Riddle's body, causing him to return to the diary, and then stuffed it into Lockhart.

Lockhart, who had been keeping his head down since he entered the room, thinking "it's none of my business", finally got this hot potato.

He secretly watched the three-way situation with his peripheral vision, and moved little by little towards the Phoenix Fox beside the stove. It seemed that only the Phoenix here could make him relax a little.

Human intrigue is so terrible! !

The atmosphere was awkward, which was very unfavorable to Lucius. He knew that Nietzsche was determined to get him, so he simply agreed...

"My son is innocent of this matter." Mr. Malfoy began to relent, and his dominant hand twitched, perhaps wanting to take out his wand, but in the end he touched the expensive clothes instead.

"I don't think so," Hermione said grimly.

She almost got caught! There was only a wall between her and the basilisk!

"I told Draco to do it," Lucius repeated, looking at the headmaster.

"Hogwarts has no tradition of allowing accomplices to attend school!" Armando roared, and his monocle fell to his chest because of his heavy breathing.

"Yes, he should be fired!"

A quarrel broke out in the principal's office, but most of the noise came from the portraits. Even Principal Black, who was labeled the 'most unpopular', started to respond coldly this time.

Draco just stood at the door of the office with a pale face.

Dobby raised his head in confusion, looked at the Malfoys and their sons, and just as he snickered, he suddenly hit his head with his fist.

But here comes the crucial point. Just when everyone thought Draco would be expelled, Dumbledore made the opposite decision - he did not expel Draco Malfoy immediately.

"Then that's it. I'll let Fudge summon you..." He looked at the boy at the door and said, "Perhaps you can go home early today and rest for a while. That's it. Don't learn from your father."

Draco shuddered, then opened the door and left as if he had been pardoned.

This made Nietzsche very angry. He seemed to have forgotten that the other person was the headmaster of Hogwarts, and he strode forward and walked right in his face.

"Are you planning to let him go?!" he growled angrily.

"Everyone needs a chance to reform..." said the principal with a heavy sigh.

Here it comes. Nietzsche couldn't help but clench his fists as he listened to Dumbledore's theory.

"Choices are decisions we make ourselves, not given by others." Nietzsche said, "He has already made a choice, and his choice is to 'help Lucius kill students'!"

The principal looked a few years older and said to him apologetically, "We can't push people too far at once."

Even Hermione began to show some dissatisfaction.

But she also knew that Dumbledore must have a reason for doing this. What was that reason?

Could it be that they felt that Draco was still young, and with that little bit of 'love' and 'hope', they believed that Hogwarts could get Draco back on the right track?

Hermione pursed her lips and turned her head away.

Lucius saw all of this. He discovered that Nietzsche and Hermione did not always agree on everything. At least on this matter, both of them had their own judgments. So he kept this scene in mind.

"Sometimes, I have to admire Dumbledore's great kindness..." Lucius praised gratefully.

Nietzsche fell silent.

He had to make Malfoy leave something behind, even if it was just a finger.

At this moment, in an instant, he suddenly understood Moriarty a little. The other party's motive for committing crimes was not for money and power, but to build his own set of rules in the power system dominated by others.

Murder...Replace...

"Come on, Dobby, we should go back and wait for news from Fudge." Lucius turned and opened the door.

Just as Dobby was dragging his wounded body step by step, Lucius, who thought he was too slow, kicked him out. His weak body hit the long steps, and he made a cry full of pleading for mercy because of the pain.

This shrill sound echoed in the corridor of the tower, pulling Nietzsche out of his thoughts about Moriarty.

He raised his head in confusion, watching Dumbledore's mouth opening and closing... He could no longer hear what the headmaster was saying, so he just turned around stiffly and looked towards Dobby's screams.

Nietzsche went downstairs, holding onto the wall, and heard Lucius whipping Dobby in the corridor on the third floor.

"Why do Harry Potter and those two Mudbloods know about this?" Through the secret door, he heard Lucius questioning the house-elf at the entrance of the office.

"Dobby doesn't know."

"Don't forget, you are Malfoy's servant, you greedy, ugly thing!" Lucius seemed to kick the other party again, "You are the only one who eavesdropped on this matter, so you'd better not let me find out anything."

Dobby endured the pain and got up from the ground.

"Dobby is loyal to Malfoy..." it sobbed, "Dobby went to help the little master pack up."

But not 'loyal to Him only'.

Nietzsche listened to Dobby's screams and saw a kind of microcosm, a kind of reincarnation, in the house-elf.

Those who are born in poverty may always be in poverty; wizards who are not born as pure-bloods may always be oppressed in this old world. They have no power and can only go with the flow.