Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"We are wizards!" Riddle forgot his identity as a prisoner and raised his head. "Those Muggles can be controlled by us. This... This is perfect. We can make them kill each other!"

Even the Dark Lord can see the same thing in different ways.

When Gellert was young, he was worried about the increasingly compressed living space for wizards, and wanted to start the war in advance, which would be more beneficial to the wizards - the longer it dragged on, the more terrifying the power of Muggles would become.

Riddle was the complete opposite. When he saw the torrent of steel and the flames brighter than the illumination spell, he was in control.

Dumbledore saw it clearly from the side. This crazy smile came from Voldemort's absolute ego. He thought that everything was under his control, from Muggles to the world, and finally death.

"I thought you were looking for someone~" Riddle looked at his former professor with disappointment.

It turned out that the Dark Lord's violence had been eradicated, and it was just a little Muggle that could frighten the wizards so much.

"The Imperius Curse, the Confusion Curse... Even if it's just a small prank prop, it can make a Muggle lose himself, but you are afraid... But I need to thank you, Mr. Grindelwald." Riddle's mouth corners rose slightly.

"What do you mean?" Gellert would not allow anyone to be more arrogant than himself.

Even if he was once Dumbledore's most beloved student, it won't work!

"I grew up in an orphanage. Those powerful weapons are actually controlled. This is an opportunity for wizards... In other words, you don't have to worry about Muggles throwing one at your doorstep."

Ever since Nietzsche pointed this out, he rarely thought about things from Voldemort's perspective.

And today, after reading Gellert's prophecy, he had a sense of clarity that permeated his entire body from top to bottom - Tom Riddle gradually knew everything.

It turns out that the "Second World War" that he had heard from the Muggles was the reason for Gellert's action; it turns out that the heavy bomb that the Muggles called "justice" was Gellert's fear...

Riddle began to step out of 'Voldemort' and look at things from a completely new perspective of God.

"I know why Voldemort failed." He said with a dull look in his eyes, "He was arrogant... He was so arrogant that he split the 'me' apart and left only the most 'wizard' part."

However, it was the most wizarding part that made Voldemort believe the prophecy.

What an arrogant fool he was. He could easily control the Muggles with the Imperius Curse, establish his own regime, rally Muggles and pure-blood wizards, and force the remaining wizards to surrender.

It's a pity that Riddle can't do anything now, and Voldemort will never think of using Muggles.

"You and Voldemort... the way you do things is too wizard-like." Riddle pointed at him and said, "Even though you predicted it, you still have the arrogance and prejudice of a wizard in your heart."

On second thought, he was now under Dumbledore's control and couldn't do anything anyway, so he might as well have some fun.

So Riddle laughed out loud with gloating, and his expression seemed even more annoying to Gellert - even though Gellert had given up many things, he would still get angry when people made fun of his former ideals.

But the angrier he got, the happier Riddle became.

"You've failed more completely than I have. At least I don't have to possess a rat and hide in the sewers now." Gellert said disdainfully.

"Ah, right, right." Riddle motioned for him to curse as much as he wanted, and said indifferently, "Anyway, it was Voldemort who turned into a rat. What does it have to do with me, Tom Riddle..."

It's impossible to say that I don't care, because he should have been better.

Riddle slowly sorted out the logic in the depths of his soul, and deduced according to his previous assumptions, and found that Dumbledore was simply unable to stop him, because it was impossible for him to stop a fully armed Muggle country.

Not to mention that there are wizards following him among them.

He was supposed to be more perfect than Gellert!

Just because Riddle grew up in the Muggle world and understood a more complex social structure!

But he also saw his own pathetic side: the Muggle blood that he hated actually became his advantage.

"It's the pure blood..." Riddle muttered to himself like a patient with a mental illness. "He's right. It's those pure bloods. Those pure blood ideas made me abandon the Muggle part of myself."

Voldemort is a defective product.

Dumbledore was dumbfounded. What...what was going on?

Looking at Riddle's absent-minded grin, he suddenly felt that Voldemort must be crazy.

"Albus, is it not good for you as a student here?" Gellert drank a bowl of fish porridge and pointed to his head.

"Ahem... there's only a tiny piece of his soul," Dumbledore explained in a low voice.

Gellert suddenly realized what was going on, then gave him a helpless look.

Alas~ How pitiful. Without a soul, one is no different from being mentally retarded, and it is an irreparable loss. He suddenly felt that Voldemort was not an idiot. A Dark Lord without a soul could actually go so far.

In a sense, Voldemort is actually more persistent and focused than most people.

"I am the most important part, hahahaha... Voldemort, that idiot." Riddle suddenly began to gloat again, "He was right. It was itself that made the prophecy self-consistent!"

Nietzsche was right, he, the Dark Lord, never needed pure blood.

Thus, Riddle planted a seed of hatred deep in his soul again - not because the pure-bloods betrayed him immediately at the moment of his downfall, but because they made him imperfect.

But he immediately changed his mind and temporarily stabilized himself in Dumbledore's hands. He didn't want to die just like that.

"It seems that Nietzsche is not an easy person to deal with." Riddle said calmly, "What he did was just what I should have done, but my purpose was different from his."

As soon as the topic of Nietzsche Holmes came up, Dumbledore immediately became interested.

"He will use his status to build trust with the Muggles. Whether it's controlling them with the Imperius Curse or using coercion or bribery... it doesn't matter. What matters is that Holmes will find a way to replace the Ministry of Magic."

Riddle couldn't help but replace himself with Nietzsche and imagine his new regime.

"I'm old now, and I can't keep up with the thinking of you young people." Gellert burped, "Maybe the prophecy back then was not comprehensive enough."

If the predicted World War II would show the 'justice' of Muggles, he would change his mind.

"Of course, both Voldemort and you are wrong... If wizards use power to control, no matter how long it lasts, there will be a backlash one day, so Nietzsche intends to satisfy everyone." Riddle criticized the two without mercy.

This made Dumbledore feel more at ease, at least the other party was gradually getting rid of the symbol of 'Voldemort'.

"That's impossible. There is no way to satisfy everyone." Gollett glanced at Dumbledore across from him.

This is his experience.

"Gellert, this is what Nietzsche yearned for wizards." Dumbledore put out a best-selling book. "Wizards carry light and must bring warmth to others. They love everything and despise everything at the same time."

What if those dissatisfied people disappeared and only the satisfied people were left?

Maybe Nietzsche didn't just want wizards to help muggles, but for both parties to transcend themselves and become a more divine being...like Superman.

"Interesting, it seems he intends to prepare for the upcoming war." Gellert turned two pages and felt a little curious. "If there is a chance, I really want to meet him."

Because according to Dumbledore, Nietzsche, who had no talent at all, had such a high level of foresight, so he really wanted to meet him.

But it's just a thought.

"You will have your chance," Dumbledore said suddenly.

Grindelwald and Riddle were both stunned, and the two Dark Lords stared at Dumbledore who was caught in the middle.

This isn't some kind of test or joke, right?

Volume 1: Chapter 138 Nietzsche's Gift to Them

Just as Riddle had come to realize again---Nietzsche was trying to open a gap for the magical world.

And it has already begun.

On the day when Sherlock Holmes was lying in bed sleeping because he had no commission, Nietzsche was dragged out by Hermione, and was dragged out by the collar.

"You didn't even tell me in advance!" Hermione grabbed his collar and pressed him against the door, her voice full of helplessness and resentment, "That's tens of millions of pounds and a whole industrial chain!!"

She looked extremely annoyed.

Ever since the investment was finalized, when Hermione was at home, she would be pulled by her parents to discuss everything all day long, from ideals to development, and even some private life...and this was all thanks to Nietzsche!

At least let her prepare herself mentally in advance~

"Life is like Bibi Every-Flavor Beans. You never know what you're going to get." Nietzsche pressed his hands against the wall and slowly raised them above his head.

"Stop talking about useless things. You're just lazy! You don't want to take responsibility!" Hermione's voice became louder and louder.

Mrs. Hudson happened to come downstairs carrying a plate. After listening to Hermione's growl and the strange posture of the two little ones stiff at the door, she smiled in an awkward manner for both of them.

She pretended not to see anything and just lowered her head as she passed the girl.

But halfway through, Mrs. Hudson's head popped out of the stairwell and said to Nietzsche: "Don't worry, I won't tell your parents, but... I think you should be more responsible than Sherlock."

Wait, wait, that sounds weird.

After a stalemate, Hermione finally put down her hands, but she was still staring at him angrily.

"If there's nothing else, I can take another nap?"

Nietzsche's right hand quietly reached for the door handle, but was suddenly grasped tightly in Hermione's hand and dragged downstairs.

"Go sleep in the car."

"Where?"

"The address of the workshop." Hermione was a little flustered when she grabbed his wrist, but she quickly got used to the feeling. "Although it's under my father's name, as the actual operator, don't even think about running away!"

The driver was Mr. Howard. He had a cigar in his mouth and his arm resting on the car window, watching the two children pulling and tugging at each other and walking slowly towards them, his heart filled with disbelief.

If Harold hadn't said that they were also one of the inventors of the 'hover car', he would never have believed that it was two children...

But at present, no difference has been found.

"Howard Stark, you can call me uncle." He looked at Nietzsche in confusion and said tactfully, "I thought a genius who studies such epoch-making technology would be more...more mature..."

"Just call me Nietzsche." Nietzsche simply greeted him, "In fact, Hermione and I are the promoters, and the real inventor... he should still be at work now."

Today is not the weekend, so the Ministry of Magic will not give Arthur a summer vacation.

Although Howard was full of doubts, he endured it only because he signed a mysterious confidentiality agreement before meeting Hermione.

As he started out as an arms dealer, he naturally understood these principles.

No matter how curious he is, he will not ask about things he does not want to know. He just needs to wait quietly for the secret to surface.

"Well, anyway, since we are here, I will show you the place."

They came to a large factory in Westminster, near the Thames. It looked very old and was said to have been a shipyard during the Industrial Revolution.

It is well connected from north to south, not to mention public security, after all, this is the center of British administrative management.

When Hermione impatiently pulled Nietzsche's sleeve and walked in, she could smell the musty smell and rusty metal smell. She suppressed the urge to take out her wand and "clean it up".

"Although we have a confidentiality agreement, I still want to ask... If you don't need workers, how do you produce?" Howard walked to the second floor and put his hands on a railing.

"We have our own team, you just need to send in the configured car for modification," said Nietzsche.

He looked at the middle-aged man curiously. The other party did not show any expression that a businessman should have, and did not seem to be worried about whether he would suffer losses.

Nietzsche was observing him from the time they met until they got in the car.

Howard's clothes are newly bought or ironed, which shows that he is a serious and capable person; but he will not stop smoking because there are children in the car, and he does not care about the cigarette ash on his trouser legs and buttons, which shows that he has a very selfish personality.

He did not look down on the two because of their age. It seems that Howard has always been low-key.

"Normally factories aren't set up in Westminster, and the point is---" Howard raised his finger, "If it were any other industrial area, I could buy this place three times!"

The price is shockingly low, as if it's just a formality to give it away for free.

Moreover, the approval process was very fast. A series of certificates were obtained on the same night the agreement was signed. Howard sometimes wondered if he was being fooled, because it was the first time he experienced such high efficiency.

"That's simple," Nietzsche shrugged and said loudly, "Because I don't want people who work to run back and forth. Their homes are all here."

That’s not wrong, because Diagon Alley is not far from here.

"Then you are a really good boss." Howard complained.

But Howard's question also attracted Hermione's attention. She first walked around the factory, and then realized a serious problem - this work would not be done by only her, Nietzsche and Lockhart?

That's too inefficient, not to mention that they are still in school.

"Since we don't need ordinary people, who should we look for?" Hermione pulled his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"Daphne Greengrass has a way. She can recruit a large number of wizards in the name of the family...but the subsequent handover will be decided by us." Nietzsche signaled her not to worry.

In this way, even if anything happened on Daphne's side, the wizards recruited would work for him and Hermione, not the Greengrass family, because the signed documents were legally binding.

After all, the name is just a gimmick~

Howard stood on the second floor, watching the two of them being so cautious, and suddenly had a strange expectation in his heart - he hoped that his future son would be so smart and could make a decision early...if there is one.

And this was the most mysterious thing he had ever seen. Two teenagers were actually the real controllers of a production chain.

"Not far from here is the entertainment area with dance halls and clubs." Howard introduced, "To be honest, this is the first time I've seen people build a factory in a place like this. Aren't you worried that they will go crazy?"

Nietzsche knew his uncle would understand him, and he said excitedly: "This is exactly the effect I want."

For wizards, everything outside is worth exploring. They can't wait to take their newly received salary and experience things they have never experienced before.