Chapter 210

This kind of action means 'protection'. It is difficult to imagine that a dark wizard like him who has lost his humanity and has no respect for any life would have such a mentality. Therefore, this snake not only serves as a totem around Voldemort.

"Do you just want to kill me with this kind of thing? Huh?" Voldemort shouted, "Just with some Muggles. To be honest, those toys are not enough."

"But it's still enough to keep you busy," Nietzsche said calmly.

Another fatal magic. He is getting better and better at sensing magic. He can feel it even from a sneak attack from the blind area of ​​his vision.

Moran saw that Voldemort did not attack him, so he attacked Nietzsche together with him.

This time Nietzsche did not stop him. He listened to the cries of help from the surrounding Muggle stormtroopers and the shouts of the Aurors... Some people were injured and died, so there were also people crying and roaring.

"Avada---" "Flying Sands and Walking Rocks" "Drilling Hearts and Bones"

"Mr. Holmes!" Dobby couldn't help but remind him.

The Death Eaters, Moran, and Voldemort all wanted to kill Nietzsche, but he immediately threw Dobby out of the time hall and mouthed into the frightened eyes:

‘Activate, secret order 66. ’

He is like a fisherman, facing the storm alone with a steel fork.

Although there was no light in the entire time hall, Nietzsche could still detect it:

The scorching heat that burned his skin through the armor; the sticky time; the biting Cruciatus Curse; the transfiguration spell that locked his legs; the killing curse that made his heart palpitate instinctively...

"clang---"

A clear bell sounded from a bell-shaped glass jar.

Nietzsche calculated the trajectory of magic, and at the moment he was buried by the sea, he poured all the magic in his body into the amulet, and his rune magic exploded with unprecedented power.

Calendar, Explosion Curse, Cruciatus Curse...the magic that could cause death turned into magic power, began to expand with Nietzsche as the center, swept through the entire Time Hall, and poured into other rooms through the gaps in the walls.

The cabinet was shattered, and every piece of the time turner was destroyed and disintegrated. The invisible magic merged with each other and began to affect everything in its path.

"Master--man---" Lestrange's expression began to slowly distort, but the sound was infinitely stretched when it was passed into Nietzsche's ears.

"You madman..." Voldemort conjured a huge black curtain from the thin air and covered his head to resist the torrent of magic. His voice also sounded funny.

This place was caught between destruction and rebirth, and everything began to change rapidly, like phantoms. Nietzsche even saw many figures flickering back and forth, which seemed to be former staff members.

For example, where a desk was previously placed, figures of people sitting, standing, sleeping on the table, and standing thinking will appear in the same second.

The ever-changing debris scraped against his body, making a crackling sound, and he felt like a stale piece of meat sprinkled with pepper.

Nietzsche turned his head and found that Moran was like a piece of corn cob thrown into a grinder. The skeleton kept turning and running away, and was gradually torn apart by tiny things that were constantly moving rapidly.

And he himself couldn't walk, and gradually he couldn't see clearly whether Voldemort's curtain had been torn to pieces.

"Hmm~~" He heard such a voice.

It's strange, could Voldemort still snort easily in such a torrent of magic?

"It's really annoying, but it's not a waste of time." No, this voice is deeper than Voldemort's, with a bit of a cigarette voice, and it also has some kind of magic power that makes people's chest tremble like an eardrum.

Nietzsche tried to raise his hand, but his whole body seemed to be embedded in cement and he was unable to move.

"Isn't it hard? Just be happy." The man seemed to be talking to him.

But Nietzsche couldn't speak. He could only be caught in this out-of-control magic and continued to be affected by 'time'.

But this did not prevent him from still being able to think, so he thought randomly in his mind: Who is this person? He said, ‘It’s not a wasted trip’, which sounded a bit like the God of Death. That’s how it’s written in the story.

"Really? Then it seems I have to change my mantra." Those whispers seemed to have seen through his inner thoughts.

Nietzsche thought he was crazy, which was normal, but he thought that this was probably what happened when he got old... Where is Voldemort? So should he be dead too?

"He's still alive, but it's more uncomfortable than being dead. That guy is always afraid of meeting me. Am I scary? Impossible. The old people all like me, but he makes himself look like a living dead."

Very good, that’s right. Nietzsche believed that his subconscious was speaking.

"No, no, no, you guessed it right. I am indeed the God of Death. You have seen me just before. I was just looking at you...forget it. I wish you a pleasant journey~"

Nietzsche yelled at the top of his lungs: Wait a minute, what does a pleasant journey mean? Hello! At least tell me what happened to Voldemort!

But the mysterious voice didn't respond. He heard the strange thing calling himself "Death" humming Muggle pop songs, and the voice became quieter and quieter, as if it had hooked the souls of Moran and several Death Eaters. Gone far.

He impatiently wanted to move his limbs, to catch up, to make some noise...

"I'm not really dead, am I?" Nietzsche suddenly made a voice. He didn't even realize it, but he said it so smoothly.

But he still couldn't see anything clearly, and it was still pitch black in front of him. Then he heard a faint rustling sound like clothes rubbing against each other.

Being able to speak means that he may be able to use magic...

Nietzsche scratched his right hand, and when he realized that the wand was still there, he felt a little comforted. He silently chanted the spell, and the familiar scarlet lightsaber instantly unfolded. At this time, he realized that he was no longer in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

But... where is this?

Nietzsche didn't dare to turn his head, but just turned his eyes and quickly scanned around.

It looks a little familiar, something is wrong, take another look, hiss... isn't this Hermione's bedroom? !

(Ahhh, finally filled the hole of the time converter.

The setting of the time converter comes from "The Cursed Child". It is not an official setting and story, but it can be regarded as a secondary creation recognized by JK Rowling-there is a parallel universe in the H.P worldview.)

Chapter 340 This scene seems familiar

Simple bookshelves and room structures, single decorations, and looking out the window can still encounter dark streets.

Nietzsche relaxed his tense nerves, and the pain caused by the instant relaxation of his muscles hit his nerves. He began to feel a little sleepy. He looked at the head of the bed and saw the little Granger who had already curled up into a ball.

The cold and dull breathing and the scarlet light made the girl cover her mouth desperately, fearing that she would wake up her parents next door.

Nietzsche walked to the desk in the dark, pulled out a chair, raised his hand lazily, and used magic to stop Granger's hand that was sneaking under the pillow.

"Be honest." There was a smile in his tired tone.

Granger seemed to be like this at the beginning. He suddenly broke into his dormitory and used some clever tricks to hang Crookshanks. This time it was also revenge.

He knew the other party, but the other party didn't know him.

Granger almost vomited just by smelling the fishy smell of blood. Fear made her dare not move at all, and she stared at the red lightsaber that made a 'buzzing' sound.

"Underage wizards who use magic in Muggle areas without permission will be warned by the Ministry of Magic." Nietzsche kindly reminded, but it sounded more like a threat, but he was happy to see Granger frightened.

Unlike the woman who didn't say much and would fight at the slightest disagreement, Granger was more like a rabbit that was sensitive to the outside world when she was a child.

"What...what?" Granger was still pretending to be stupid and stammered, "What magic?"

"The wand is under your pillow." Nietzsche said, "Don't be silly, we always put the wand where we can reach it. By the way, what year is it now?"

He lowered his fingers and cancelled the control of the magic. Granger then struggled to pull back his arm and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him vigilantly,

"1993..." Granger didn't dare to say anything more, as if she thought he was a wanted criminal.

Of course, it's not her fault. After all, which normal person would suddenly appear in a girl's bedroom, and he was wearing bloody armor all over his body.

Nietzsche breathed a sigh of relief after getting the answer. What he could confirm now was that his present had become the past of future Granger.

Because ‘time’ is not linear, the time travel of the time converter is not Back to the Future at all, but a donut:

It is hard to say whether Granger traveled through time to find him first, which led to his return to the past, or whether he went back to the past first and caused future Granger to find him... Time will automatically fill in everything.

In Dumbledore's words, it is ‘this is fate’~

Knock Knock~ The sudden knock on the door made Granger's nerves even more tense.

"Are you still awake?" Mr. Granger yawned and said inside, "Mien, I seem to hear someone else's voice..."

Nietzsche opened his mouth subconsciously, and just as he squeezed out a "we" in his throat, he quickly swallowed the rest of the words back, and pulled himself back to reality---this is not his Mr. Granger.

So he shook his wand and motioned Granger to explain.

"Uh... letter!" Granger lied awkwardly.

"Letter?"

"Because I'm going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, Ron reminded me to look for Harry... You know, the kind of magic letter that can talk."

"Is there such a thing?" Mr. Granger seemed to really believe it, and muttered a few words, "Okay, Milne, go to bed early, I'll take you to Diagon Alley, don't worry."

As the door of the Grangers closed, Nietzsche turned his head furtively and stared at Granger who was curled up in the corner of the bed again.

He ignored the girl who secretly grabbed the wand, leaned on the chair alone and looked at the street covered by moonlight outside the window. There was no light at all, and the street lights on the whole street were out of order due to the fluctuation of magic.

"In 1993, it seems that I still have these." Nietzsche took off his scratched helmet, and his voice was erratic, like a dream.

Granger stared at this weird guy for a long time, and never dared to let go of the wand in his hand.

"Who are you?" She felt a little confused.

"A passerby."

Logically speaking, Granger in the past finally figured out what would happen now, which means that the woman did not recognize him at the beginning... Thinking of this, Nietzsche felt a little more evil.

If he could do it again, he would be sure to beat Granger now, but it's a pity that he can't get it back... Wait, it seems possible?

Not growing up... Isn't that better? !

"I heard that you are going to Diagon Alley with your friends tomorrow." Nietzsche's mind became much clearer as soon as he started to think about it.

"That's just an excuse!" Granger lowered his voice and argued.

"That's great, I just need to buy some things and brew some potions..." He ignored the other party's words and reached under the table while talking, and soon touched the hidden crucible.

He was so skilled that it seemed like he was at home, and it didn't matter. In fact, he didn't know how many times he had been to Hermione's bedroom.

Neither of them slept that night, and they were both very alert. Nietzsche was worried that Granger would break the rules for the safety of his parents and use magic while he was sleeping, and Granger didn't dare to sleep, fearing that Nietzsche, a lunatic, would do something.

By dawn, Granger's eyes were full of bloodshot. She watched Nietzsche take off his armor and throw it under her bed.

"Can't you clean it with magic?!" She said, trying to suppress her nausea.

"These are basilisk scales. Magic won't work. You can only wash them by hand." Nietzsche acted as if he had never seen anything before.

Granger didn't know she could stuff so many things under her bed. She looked at Nietzsche with more and more dangerous eyes, especially after he fumbled out the crucibles and other instruments.

A nameless anger emerged from her heart, and the words in her mind blurted out almost without thinking.

"Pervert."

Nietzsche stared, wondering how she had the right to scold him, because he was just familiar with the room, and the future Granger was a real stalker!

Now he only had a shirt and a cloak on him, and he had to buy clothes separately, but the problem was that he didn't have any money with him, so he didn't refute it with the attitude of "pretending to be a good person before cheating others".

It doesn't matter. If he remembered correctly, Granger, who was about to have his birthday, still had some money.

Without the restraint of the armor, Nietzsche, who was under the Disillusionment Spell, looked at the breakfast of the Granger family and began to miss the ordinary days in the past...

Forget it, I'll go to the kitchen to make some fries.

"Why are you so nervous about eating? Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you." Mrs. Granger teased her daughter's eating style.

Now the Grangers were having breakfast in the restaurant. Taking advantage of this time, Nietzsche took the opportunity to open the refrigerator and search for food. Sure enough, every Granger would hide some snacks in the innermost layer of the refrigerator.

Pudding and milk!

From the perspective of Granger, who was sitting opposite her parents, she saw a pudding fly out of the refrigerator, and then it became less and less out of thin air, which made her more and more powerful in cutting bread.

"Ahem... I'm full!" Granger threw down the cutlery and yelled to his father, "It's time to go!"

"Wait a little longer, dear, let me finish this cup of tea." Mr. Granger slowly spread out a stack of newspapers.

This plan didn't work~

At this time, Mrs. Granger was going to clean the table, and Granger stood up to help. Nietzsche leaned against the refrigerator door and watched her carry the plates and bowls, and glared at him from time to time.

Because Nietzsche's Disillusionment Charm was very powerful, Granger glared crookedly every time, and he looked like an angry fool.

However, in the eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Granger, their daughter was just too excited to go to Diagon Alley with her friends.

"Hey!" Granger lowered his head and made a hissing sound with the tip of his tongue against his teeth, "Don't hurt them, no matter what you want to do, my parents are innocent..."

Nietzsche lowered his head slightly, and his heart was full of joy: Is this the Granger who beat him up in the past? It's just like this, he can't stand being teased.

"Don't worry, I'm not Voldemort's lackey." For stability, he gave the other person a dose of anesthetic, "By the way, can you help me buy some clothes in Diagon Alley?"

"What?!!"

Granger was shocked by this. After eating her, he still wanted to use her money!

He is indeed a bad guy.