Chapter 150

The rain was getting heavier, and with a thunder, the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A man walked in with a cane and a black raincoat on his body. Nietzsche had seen that man's face. Every inch of skin on it looked like it was made up of pieces of bark. This was even more terrifying than the photos.

One eye is blue and the other is black. The black eye is looking at Principal Dumbledore, while the blue one keeps turning, looking at the students passing by.

"Professor Alastor Moody, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year." Dumbledore led a little sparse applause.

Moody put his fingers into the cup of pumpkin juice, stirred it, smelled it, and then took out a wine bottle from his arms, which fit his rugged appearance.

"Him?!" Daphne stared at him intently and gasped, "Is there anything surprising this year? If he hasn't retired yet, nothing like that will happen in this year's World Cup..."

Nietzsche couldn't help but move his seat, ran to her side and asked softly: "What happened before school started?"

Daphne's eyes seemed to convey the meaning of 'you country bumpkin', "At this year's Quidditch World Cup finals in the UK, Death Eaters appeared and sent the Dark Lord's mark into the sky."

"Listen, this time it's not just a simple friendship between three schools. Since the fall of 'that person', even the most loyal Death Eaters will not blatantly declare it unless..."

She didn't finish her words, but she could tell from her unconcealed gaze: Unless Voldemort came back.

The former Auror returned to school as a professor, and European magic schools formed an alliance... Although Dumbledore said how fun the Triwizard Tournament was, he was all preparing for the upcoming war.

The whole of Europe is under a thunderstorm, and those people are as unaware as the students hiding in Hogwarts Castle.

"Because of the recruitment of wizards, I often deal with the Ministry of Magic's Investigation Committee. Professor Phoebus Penrose is already preparing for the worst--"

"I can trust you...right?" Nietzsche put his hand gently on her shoulder.

"Of course..." Daphne didn't know what he had gone through, but she could still feel a threat and warning from his tone, so she stammered.

"I have been preparing for this moment. Wizards will integrate into Muggles through our network of relationships. Apart from the first time, how much money and honor you want to plan has nothing to do with me."

To be honest, he didn't trust Daphne as much as he thought.

Who knows what real purpose the other party has in joining forces with me?

In the past, Nietzsche didn't care, but when he realized something from Moriarty, he had to re-evaluate the people around him and beware of them becoming new purebloods at any time.

Moriarty opened a gap in his head and stuffed all kinds of doubts into it - he doubted Britain's position and the purpose of the Ministry of Magic.

When Voldemort comes back, how many people will take the initiative to expose their wounds out of fear or worship.

Nietzsche followed the crowd into the foyer and did not participate in the topic of the Triwizard Tournament. His mind was suddenly filled with crazy ideas... Even if he and Moriarty didn't give a reason, Voldemort would.

"Dobby." He walked around his friends discussing around the fire in the lounge and returned to the dormitory.

The house elf appeared in front of him the next second.

"How did you find a job?"

"Masterless house elves will ask those wizards, and if they need it, we will swear the House Elf Law." Dobby said honestly.

"Then go ahead...Dobby, the Dark Lord's Mark has appeared, and we must be prepared."

He realized that if war was inevitable, it had better be contained.

"But if Dobby swears an oath to other wizards, then Dobby will betray Holmes. Dobby cannot do this." It opened its round eyes and said aggrievedly, "Unless Holmes gives Dobby freedom."

"You are working for me, and it is part of your job to swear laws to others..."

"Mr. Holmes suddenly needs Dobby to do something. Silly Dobby can't tell if this is 'part of the job'. What if a wizard asks Dobby to hurt Mr. Holmes?"

Dobby didn't understand any of this stuff.

Dobby knew that he needed to tell him what he had done and what he had heard. This was already the limit. House elves had a single mind and it was difficult to distinguish what should and should not be done.

They only know how to do what their owners ask them to do.

Dobby only found it very contradictory to have to work for others and to work for Holmes at the same time.

But Nietzsche was not annoyed. He took out a piece of paper from the drawer and wrote an agreement on it, including but not limited to:

"The right to rest" "When Dobby has done nothing wrong, Nietzsche has no right to give him freedom unless it is Dobby's request" "Dobby is just pretending to work for others"...

Very trivial, just so Dobby can understand.

Nietzsche stopped when he reached item 65 of the directive, and carefully handed the temporary document to Dobby.

"Everything is mainly about serving you. If necessary, you can harm me by obeying other people's requests, unless I ask you to fulfill Secret Order No. 66."

"Isn't there Order 66 written on this?" Dobby blinked.

"Order 66 - If a wizard acts in support of Voldemort or is contrary to my interests, you have the authority to use lethal force to betray your master after receiving an explicit order directly from me."

Chapter 221 Professor Moody

(Look at me! It’s my birthday today and I’m still writing!)

I would like to thank every book lover who has supported me and made it this far, as well as thank you for your blessings and the blessings you will send)

------(The above is not included in the word count)

The next morning, Dobby left with a document containing 65 instructions.

According to Nietzsche's instructions, it will go to the wizarding world to recruit some unemployed house elves and find new masters. Since wizards are happy to treat them as slaves, Nietzsche will follow them.

However, while eating breakfast and studying the new timetable with Hermione, he did not tell her about Dobby.

"Harry said that Sirius took him to play during the summer vacation, and they even participated in the Quidditch World Cup together." Hermione heard the laughter behind her and said briskly, "Although it didn't end well..."

He heard the other's envy and buttered her bread comfortingly.

"Don't worry, you can visit the largest arsenal in Belfast and Heilbronn for free."

"Yes, thank you for reminding me. It was a fulfilling summer vacation." Hermione glanced at him sideways. "Potter must have been pulled up by Sirius at three or four in the morning, and he waited at the entrance of the amusement park until it opened."

"It's not impossible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sandwich was suddenly flattened by magic, and the mayonnaise inside splashed into Nietzsche's face.

Then Hermione kept making weird grunting sounds from her mouth, saying something like "you guys".

It seemed that this incident still bothered Hermione, but he didn't understand why he was dissatisfied. At least Hermione still had a Phoenix Patronus, and all he had were various horrifying moments of death.

At this time, Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe came over and sat down opposite them.

After the entire summer vacation, Draco was more gloomy than before. If he dyed his hair black and grew taller, he would definitely replace Snape as the new 'most unpopular wizard' in Hogwarts.

"Do you still remember what those people did to Muggles?" He opened his voice and shouted deliberately.

"They took off the Muggles' pants and hung them in the sky!" Goyle's flesh would tremble every time he smiled. "It doesn't matter...the Ministry of Magic will delete all their memories when the time comes."

Hermione's face was stern, much like Professor McGonagall who monitored whether students were cheating.

"See you tonight." She slammed the plate on the table and left.

Nietzsche gritted his teeth, wiped the mayonnaise and cheese off his face with a napkin, and stared directly at Malfoy, but instead of being afraid, the other party raised his hands comically, with a malicious smile on his face.

It seems that he has forgotten how bad the relationship between the two of them is.

"Oh oh oh ~ you want to do it for no reason?" Draco Malfoy stretched his head forward, "I heard from Minister Fudge that you caught the murderer who hurt my father. Speaking of which, I should also thank you."

"What tricks are you playing?" Nietzsche said coldly.

"Me? I just want to ask out of curiosity...why don't you hand over the murderer? Those purgers..."

Nietzsche could not tell the truth that "the person who instigated the Obscurus was Moriarty." Once the Ministry of Magic knew that the real culprit was "imprisoned" by the British government, they would definitely be more hostile to Muggles.

And what about those who are silent?

"It would be a pity that your father did not die that day."

"Humph...that person is back~" Malfoy looked at him resentfully and smiled sinisterly, "People like you must be the first to die."

"I don't know if he will come to me. At least you can't ask for help now."

Nietzsche crossed his arms and saw Professor Moody walking over. He was once the best Auror in the Ministry of Magic. He definitely didn't like Malfoy's words, but he didn't intend to remind him and concentrated on watching the show.

Moody came quietly behind Malfoy, suddenly stood up, and pressed his head on the table.

"Let me see a potential Death Eater, huh?" Moody's sutured face looked even more terrifying because of his anger. "A little brat like you is the first to be killed on the battlefield. Killed."

"Let me go! Let me go quickly! My dad..."

"Your dad is a loser in bed!"

The professor pinned him down on the table with one hand, unable to move. The violent movement caused many students to turn their eyes and look at the Slytherin table. Of course, including Michael who had just walked in. Professor Ge.

"Professor Moody?" McGonagall rushed over from the door of the hall.

Moody let go of Malfoy, kicked the floor a few times with his wooden leg, and watched reluctantly as he ran away from McGonagall.

"It's no big deal." the professor growled nonchalantly, "I'll keep an eye on you! Malfoy... you're the first person I'll target after I retire! You'll know what happens when you piss off an Auror. !”

"You are exaggerating a bit. They are just showing off with their words. There is no need to do this."

"Tell me? Minerva, I don't think so. I have captured too many dark wizards... and you have to know that this is a special period. Dumbledore didn't invite me here just for show." Moody limped back.

No professor has ever dared to be so direct, so simple and rough. How to say... he is worthy of being an Auror.

McGonagall cursed Headmaster Dumbledore in her heart, but what else could she do? She saw the students' eyes begin to shine, and she suddenly felt something was wrong.

"He has participated in many battles and is very sensitive. If you are scared, you must understand that it is not his intention... He also thought that there were aggressive dark wizards hiding in a pile of trash cans this year."

"Scared?" George swallowed the pie, "This is too coooool!"

McGonagall sighed sadly, and she knew... the most worried thing had happened.

It seems that her job content has added another item-take care of Moody.

But no matter how she thought, she couldn't stop Gryffindor's praise. George and Fred didn't even finish breakfast, and rushed to the second floor with their schoolbags... This was the time when the Weasley twins loved to study the most.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall, I don't think Malfoy is particularly aggressive." He comforted.

"Mr. Holmes~ I don't mean to ask you to compare your classmates to trash cans." McGonagall covered her forehead helplessly, and the groan she made became louder, "You are the class that makes me worry the most."

"Although I haven't thought about it this way, your metaphor makes sense... Trash can? It sounds more appropriate."

Another friend of Headmaster Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's friends are always the opposite of Dumbledore in character.

It's strange, how did they get along?

Nietzsche looked up the class schedule.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class... Found it, the first class in the afternoon!

Chapter 222: The first appearance of the Imperius Curse

The little snakes stared at the clock on the wall, and when Professor McGonagall just said the last word of "get out of class dismissed", they rushed out in a swarm.

The highlight was in the afternoon, and they were the first to attend the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Nietzsche looked at the classmates crowded around him, thinking that it was fortunate that Professor McGonagall didn't see this scene - it was the first time he saw someone rushing to sit in the front row of seats in a Hogwarts classroom, and other professors would be sad to see it.

"Thump...thump..."

"Here it comes!" Theodore heard the footsteps of the artificial leg and immediately asked everyone to be quiet.

In Hogwarts, no one dared to provoke Snape who was just talking, and naturally no one wanted to provoke a professor who dared to beat students on the spot. Nietzsche believed that the "trash can" was the first and last.

Moody, who entered the door, scanned the classroom with his magical eyes and threw the books they had placed on the desks into the desks on his own initiative.

"I heard that you have learned how to deal with dark creatures such as Boggarts and Hinkpunks, as well as some general antidotes for dark magic, but this is far from enough. You will face the most dangerous dark wizards!"

"Among you, who has experience in facing dark wizards?"

The Slytherins looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"Seriously? No one?" Moody raised his voice again.

It was definitely not the first time to give up. Nietzsche saw Grindelwald silently pulling Moody's sleeve, and then pointed at himself... He tried his best to hide his face behind Theodore, but still couldn't avoid it.

After getting the answer, Moody became more suspicious.

"Have you...dealt with dark wizards?" He asked curiously.

Just in Hogwarts, which Dumbledore personally guaranteed to be the "safest", he faced Voldemort head-on twice. Fortunately, Sirius Black was not a Death Eater, otherwise it would be three times.

But Nietzsche's focus was not Voldemort, but another person.