Chapter 147

Although they found evidence of Moriarty, the result was still unsatisfactory, because Nietzsche learned a piece of news from Uncle Holmes - from the beginning, Moriarty had been the host and advisor of the peace summit.

"Am I not clear enough?" Hermione said angrily.

As early as the second day after leaving Heilbronn, she told Mycroft the news...

Speaking of this, Nietzsche had to glance at his uncle, which was a rare thing: when did Hermione have his contact information?

"I told you everything that happened to you!" Mycroft lowered his voice and said innocently, "Believe me, these people may be talking about peace now, but everyone is ready for war, and the police force has also been increased. Double."

This is the only thing he can do about 'assassination'.

"Oh~ the doubled police force is really reassuring." Quilinas smiled sarcastically, "When an Obscurus loses control, even Dumbledore needs to spend most of his energy to control it."

He had also been invited, but as Mycroft's personal security adviser.

"I believe you, but my superiors don't think so! This huge cake cannot be covered by a few crises. For example, Nietzsche, as long as he does not treason, he is now the richest and safest."

"I didn't know I was so important..." Nietzsche complained.

"It's not you that's important, it's your business that's important." Quirrell said as he took out several disguised documents from his pocket.

The two of them will attend the ball as relatives of the Foreign Office, and as the youngest guests, they can wander around Belfast Castle to their heart's content without being annoyed.

From the balcony of the ballroom, you can also see the Wharf Marina and the Harland & Wolf Shipyard.

Nietzsche looked carefully with curious eyes... He could see the leaders of the two semi-military organizations, and he could also see the condolences and blessings of the Catholic bishops who promoted the peace agreement, and other national dignitaries were all candidates for support.

But suddenly someone covered his eyes--Hermione walked over from the ballroom.

She was wearing a blue dress that was so close to the body that it outlined her curves, but she had to hold on to something within reach when taking a few steps. She walked in high heels like a circus performer on stilts.

"Help me." Hermione ran her hands around the back of her waist, "I'm being strangled so hard."

The only acquaintance here was Nietzsche. He held his breath and gently untied the silk tied around his waist.

"Do you need to take off your shoes too?"

"Forget it, the women here don't even have boots." She muttered, "If you are willing to change with me, that's fine."

"You're a wizard!" Nietzsche rolled his eyes, squatted down, and quietly used a transformation spell to turn the small, brightly colored high heels into a pair of sneakers. "Wouldn't it be great this way? Others can't see under the skirt anyway."

Hermione took a few vigorous steps before nodding with satisfaction.

At this time, she saw a scene that shocked her - Watson and Sherlock were dancing ballroom? !

If possible, she would like to secretly film this scene and then send it to Mary Watson...

"Do you recognize the Purifier?" Hermione leaned on the balcony railing boredly. She hated dancing and all social interactions that were said to go against her heart, but the most important thing was that she couldn't dance.

"Maybe it's someone with a depressed spirit and suppressed nature..."

Hermione felt strange after hearing his analysis. There was such a person in front of her.

Just kidding... In fact, as purifiers of the Obscurial, they will suppress their emotions and thoughts because of Catholicism, and infinitely amplify negative effects such as fear and hatred.

Its performance characteristics are somewhat psychological.

Nietzsche had just been told by Sherlock that when several people were chatting in such a formal occasion, their eyes would unconsciously look elsewhere.

"I suddenly thought of a good idea." He looked at the wand in his hand and suddenly thought of the Dementors, "Don't you know the Patronus Charm? Theoretically speaking, the meaning of the Patronus Charm is completely opposite to Obscurus. "

The former is 'protection', used to protect loved ones in the dark.

The latter is 'destruction' which is obscurant hatred towards oneself and others or the environment.

"It's not unreasonable, so you want to see if Obscurus will produce some kind of change in the Patronus Charm?"

"Now it's time for you to show off, and I allow you to show off." Nietzsche pushed her, "Go to Mycroft and ask him to find a way to get some ice or other gas-producing things. The patron saint hides.”

Ah ha, he is so smart.

However, Hermione did not waver, but turned around and took his arm.

"You haven't forgotten the conditions for casting the Patronus Charm, have you?" She was relieved about the criminal activities, so she smiled again, as cunning as a fox, "If I'm not happy, I will probably fail."

"What do you mean?"

Nietzsche's intuition told him---she actually used the Patronus Charm as a threat.

But Hermione raised her arm and winked at him. The meaning was self-evident... Nietzsche glanced at the ballroom hesitantly. As soon as he held her with his right hand, he suddenly let go, and then suddenly held her again. ..

"They're still there!" he warned.

"uh-huh?"

"Okay~ Tsk..." Nietzsche adjusted his small tuxedo, held her finger helplessly, and said hesitantly, "Come and dance inside with me?"

"You said 'please'."

Hermione enjoyed his helpless look.

"Please~~~Miss Granger dance with me~"

Forget it, just think of it as the price he paid for 'inviting' Hermione before.

"I thought you wouldn't invite me." She ignored the other person's darkened face, pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth and sighed, "Great, if you are sincere, I am willing to go to the dance hall with you. "

The music never stops, and at their signal, some white mist begins to appear on the ground in the dance hall.

This actually makes the place more interesting, like dancing on the clouds, many lords and ladies have joined in, and in this hazy environment, the distance between people is gradually getting closer.

But at this moment, another guest also arrived in the foyer.

"Sir, please identify yourself."

"James Moriarty...Professor."

Chapter 216: The End of the Branch ·Part 2

As a peace advisor and a friend of the Prime Minister, Moriarty walks among many people, but what he doesn't know is...in the smoke, Hermione's Patronus is silently monitoring everything.

Nietzsche held the girl's hand and turned it stiffly between the alcohol and the cigar.

"You are called for, sir," he heard a squire say to Moriarty.

Immediately afterwards, the professor smiled kindly to several other congressmen and left the concert hall, but Nietzsche knew that his father was trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain, isolating the professor from everything here and out of the other party's control.

He lowered his head and placed his lips against Hermione's ear. It looked like the two of them were caressing their ears and temples in an ambiguous manner.

"Moriarty is creating demand --- he wants to rely on religion to instigate wizards and Muggles, while at the same time tearing apart the hypocritical and unreliable agreement between Britain and Ireland." He said softly, "Pay attention to the Irish behind me. bishop."

Hermione was led and spun around in a sloppy circle, resting her chin on his shoulder.

The Belfast Agreement was signed in April this year, and the peace summit was held here only after the vote. What's interesting is that the day the agreement was signed was Good Friday.

"They all look more solemn..." Hermione moved closer and drew a circle on his chest with her hand holding the wand.

Under the gesture, the Patronus Charm hidden in the smoke clung to the ground and swam like a snake.

The more repressed Obscurus became, the more irritable he became, fluctuating with the mood of Obscurus, so Watson pretended to knock over a wine bottle, and the shattering sound made many people subconsciously look back.

"I feel it." Hermione aimed at one of the bishops.

"Feel it slowly, get closer." Nietzsche felt the itch in his chest and joked calmly, "If you point the wrong finger, we will start a war."

"But you can only count on me now, can't you?" Hermione nudged him with her knee.

According to conjecture and Moriarty's arrangements for the summit, when the music ends, it will be the moment when the British and Irish parties shake hands under the Pope's peace proclamation in the Vatican. At this time, it is the time to take action.

"That's him." Hermione said, looking at one of the bishops who was slightly approaching the Pope and making a salute.

Watson and Nietzsche rushed forward at the same time, causing some Muggles to scream in surprise for unknown reasons.

The two of them, together with the guards, dragged each other out of the concert hall. Seeing that he was exposed, the Obscurus stopped pretending, and the oily substance emerging from his body knocked over the Muggle guard.

Fortunately, Watson reacted quickly. The first thing he did after getting up was to close the door of the ballroom.

"Why?" The priest resisted the pressure, held the hand of the Obscurus, and said tremblingly, "Why do you do these things?"

"Wizard!" The Obscurus roared in pain, "Why am I neither a wizard nor an ordinary person... Only in this way can we people have an identity... That adult is creating a new world!"

"If you murder an innocent person, you become a dark wizard." Nietzsche said softly.

A few guards struggled to get up, but before they could stand firm, the entire corridor suddenly flashed green light several times.

The Killing Curse temporarily relieved the Obscurial, and the user was Sebastian Moran, a former Auror. Aurors who experienced the first magic war would use the three Unforgivable Curses.

Nietzsche once heard from Scrimgeour that the Killing Curse was a curse that Aurors were required to learn at that time.

"Complete your mission and kill the Pope." Moran suddenly walked out of the darkness, "Don't forget the meaning of your fight against the devil."

The Obscurus was stunned for a moment, as if recalling an unbearable memory, he struggled out of Nietzsche's suppression.

"No! You are a monk...you will go to hell if you do this..."

"I am an ascetic monk, and I have been fighting against the 'demon' in my body all my life!" The Obscurus twitched and pushed the priest away, "I'm sorry, but I have to do this, as long as I can kill all those wizards and a pope. nothing!"

This is the problem with penance - the price.

Once the mentality is guided, it is easy to breed another extreme: in order to reach the other side of utopia, I can even sacrifice myself, let alone others.

The Obscurus named ‘God’s Whip’ rushed out of the Obscurus’ body. It was an Irish ascetic and the descendant of an abandoned wizard. The anxiety and panic behind the ballroom door became its meal.

“Expecto Patronus.”

Hermione tore off a piece of her skirt neatly to make it easier for herself to move.

The silver-white mist blocked the Obscurus’s way, but Nietzsche could feel that this time it was more violent than before, and the Obscurus was almost determined to die.

Everyone could feel the Obscurus’ resentment---as the descendants of the ‘Purgers’ who were driven out of the magic world, they had no invitation from magic schools, and they always accepted hatred and were caught between two worlds.

Neither wizards nor Muggles.

“Expecto Patronus! Expecto Patronus!” She faced the Obscurus, shouting out her happiness over and over again, with her belief in her ideals in her mind.

The silver-white mist became more and more, becoming the only light in the corridor.

Hermione's patronus gradually changed after being hit by the Obscurus again and again. Nietzsche and Quirrell who came over could see that the silver-white mist turned into a three-meter-long bird.

Its long legs were four-toed claws, and when it spread its wings and hit the Obscurus, some white light rain would burst out.

Phoenix?

Not only that, Nietzsche always thought it was more beautiful than Fawkes.

"Wherever it passed, there was a rainbow... Her patronus turned out to be the Phoenix." Quirrell looked at Nietzsche again and muttered to himself, "Then his should be..."

He shook his head and began to chant the spell "Peace Guard", causing some steam to rise out of thin air in the corridor, and the temperature began to rise to a perceptible degree.

'Buzz buzz buzz~'

Nietzsche had a cold face and held the wand horizontally. The reflection of the lightsaber gave the Phoenix a flame-like color.

The powerful braking spell allowed him to increase his speed instantly and rush to Moran. He could not give the other party any time to think when dealing with such a sophisticated Auror. The illumination spell brought Moran not only burning, but also another kind of stinging.

That kind of pain from the depths of the soul...

If he knew about Nietzsche's research, he would definitely not face the magic that even Tom Riddle hated.

The complex and rapid offensive left him no chance to breathe. Every time the lightsaber cut, he would feel the piercing pain---Nietzsche has been used to using this trick since he tasted the sweetness.

"Crucio?" Moran frequently used Apparition to distance himself from him.

"You have already lost." Nietzsche said gloomily under the scarlet light, "I will tell the Ministry of Magic about you, and the entire magic world will hunt you down."

"Really?" Moran sneered, "When wizards entered the game, our goal was achieved. Think about it, after today, will those stupid dogs in the Ministry of Magic erase the memories of these Muggles?"

Of course not, this is not an ordinary magic incident handled by the Disaster Department of the Ministry of Magic.

There are not many Muggles, so wizards don't need to erase the memory of a city on a large scale, but these Muggles are all precious people, the heads of the Muggle government, and wizards can't erase the memories of these people.

Therefore, the facts are here---the magic world has no way to deal with this matter.

Although Nietzsche prevented an assassination and a crisis, he could not prevent the cracks that had already occurred.

"Father Joseph will identify the identity of the Obscurial, will... they will..." Nietzsche wrestled with him and fell into doubt.

Will people believe it?

Will they believe that this group of wizards hiding in the world they cannot see will really be harmful to them?

Moran took advantage of his distraction and threw a killing curse without hesitation, and Nietzsche could only dodge hurriedly. The scythe of the god of death brushed his shoulder. In just a moment, Moran re-supported the complex protective magic.

At the same time, the magical energy burst out by the battle between Nietzsche and Moran made the Obscurial even more violent and uneasy.

The entire ceiling of Belfast was crumbling, causing the golden magic pattern on it to gradually extinguish, and it was possible to break through Quirrell's ancient rune at any time.