Chapter 212

Chapter 343 Granger: I seem to understand something

Things are going smoothly, with some discrepancies, but not much different from what Nietzsche remembered---the weak Professor Lupin is still a werewolf, and the Dementors attack...

For the sake of safety, he did not follow into the hall, if for no other reason, who knows whether Dumbledore will see through him.

Nietzsche walked around the clock square and came to the garden between the Owl House and Hagrid's hut. Looking at the sundial on the roadside under the moonlight, he felt itchy in his heart, and always had an awkward feeling about leaving the world.

How long has it been in that world? Did Dobby successfully complete the character?

He didn't know all of this, but the only thing he could do now was to believe that Hermione would complete the rest of the plan for him.

"I got it...You're right, Professor McGonagall just gave it to me." At this time, Granger ran out of Hogwarts Castle panting, with a shiny gold chain hanging in her pocket in the air.

She was alone, and I didn't know whether she was not afraid or just had a brain defect.

"Great!"

Nietzsche was about to take it, but Granger put his hands away and covered his pockets desperately.

"Wait!" She stepped back a few steps, panting to regain her strength and said, "Professor McGonagall said this is for my class. You knew the professor would be like this, right? If I give you this thing, what should I do?"

"You use it during the day and give it to me at night."

Granger still did not waver, so Nietzsche snapped his fingers and walked forward with his head down.

If he remembered correctly, Hermione was also called away during the freshman sorting. She met people along the way and could hear the roar of the sorting hat when she walked up the moving stairs.

Then, he took Granger to the eighth floor and walked back and forth three times on the white wall opposite the giant monster tapestry.

"I need a room where I can rest and study alchemy." Nietzsche said, "Why are you standing there? This is the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts."

A plain wooden door appeared. He turned his head and found that the girl was still standing there with her mouth in an 'o' shape. This made him smile triumphantly and clap his hands like he was scolding a waiter.

"I'll leave the things at the door in the morning, how about that?"

"If...if you have any bad ideas, I'll call the professor over!" Granger threatened tentatively, "By the way, what's your name?"

Nietzsche's brain began to work. First, he thought of Granger's clear statement that there was no such person in this Hogwarts.

Secondly, his past, that is, the future Granger, knew that he would return to her past, and probably analyzed the differences between the two Hogwarts. In this way, he had nothing to worry about.

In any case, time will be like an Ouroboros.

"Vader." He said seriously, "Darth Vader."

The speed of speech was very slow, which made Nietzsche look a little more hesitant, more in line with the character of a cautious "time traveler".

"Really?" Granger tightly grabbed the gold chain, and the other hand retracted into the sleeve, "Because Professor Lupin talked about the Patronus Charm in the car, I believe you are not a bad guy..."

"Thank you for your trust~" Nietzsche cleared his throat and reminded, "Besides, you can't beat me."

Granger's face was flushed after her little trick was exposed. She took out her wand in a rage and gestured at Nietzsche twice.

The matter was finalized. In the next few weeks, Granger had a teacher named "Darth Vader". She had normal classes during the day, and she would bring the time converter to the Room of Requirement at night.

In the morning, Granger would return to the eighth floor and find the time converter on the shelf in the tapestry opposite the door.

She was quite happy. With Nietzsche here, at least she didn't have to worry about homework. However, after learning some black magic (sand and stone flying, explosion spell, etc.), her temper became more and more irritable:

"Ron is so annoying. I told him that the potion was wrong, but he didn't appreciate it."

"That Draco Malfoy is not a good guy. He keeps saying "mudblood" all the time... If I wasn't worried about Professor Snape deducting points, I would have challenged him to a duel, hum!"

"Nothing happened today, I just punched Malfoy in the nose..."

Wait a minute, Nietzsche, who was listening to her nagging, silently gave a thumbs up.

Good! Good fight! He is worthy of being Darth Vader's student!

He has been tortured these days. Although he doesn't need to go to the front line to kill people and set off fire, just facing Granger's face is a kind of torture.

Nietzsche always wanted to participate in the other person's joys and sorrows, but every time he reached this point, the voice in his heart would say, 'She is not the Hermione Granger you love.' To be honest, he never thought he would miss Hermione so much.

He just sat at his desk, trying to bury his mind on the time converter as much as possible.

"Vida, how did you defeat Voldemort?" Granger suddenly asked when he looked up from his homework pile one weekend night, "You said you ambushed Voldemort, but he doesn't sound that strong."

"Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

"Oh~ That's it, when Harry was in Professor Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the Boggart turned into Voldemort... Malfoy always made fun of us about this and dressed himself up as a Death Eater."

Malfoy again, no matter which world he is, he is like a dog-skin plaster.

Nietzsche noticed that Granger's brown eyes were flashing with anger. He looked at her and then immediately looked away, forcing his eyes to focus on the hourglass of the time converter.

"It's my future, not yours." He said softly.

"But we can't just wait, we have to prepare in advance..." Granger deliberately pouted at him, "At least it's not like you, who have to sneak around."

This was obviously a mockery, but Nietzsche laughed out loud, from a chuckle at the beginning to a table-slapping laugh afterwards.

As soon as Granger's words came out, he thought of the other person's future. It was really a spell cast forward by the magic wand, which hit the back of her head more than ten years later.

"What are you laughing at?" the girl shouted angrily.

"Do you think I was really forced into this situation by Voldemort alone? What a joke!" Nietzsche gradually put away his smile, his eyes gradually became vicious, "As for lackeys, I didn't even let go of Death Eaters like Goyle and Crabbe who hadn't graduated."

"Does that mean Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, Pansy...will they become Death Eaters in the future?!"

Granger accidentally ignored their age and grasped the core. This keen intuition has always been admired by Nietzsche.

That's right, if she was a quiet and fearful person, she wouldn't be a Gryffindor, nor would she have completed a great time travel like him.

"There is one next to you." Nietzsche pondered for a while, and after finding that there would be no paradox, he continued, "Scabby, it may be different from other mice... Remember, trust your Crookshanks no matter what."

He felt sorry for the ginger Persian cat in his heart: you are hers, not mine.

"But it's just a mouse, how could it be... a Death Eater?" Granger was so shocked by the news that she stuttered, "No, I have to ask Crookshanks to confirm it."

"By the way!" Nietzsche called out to Granger, who was halfway out of the Room of Requirement.

"What?"

"Be careful."

"Don't worry, I still have the magic you taught me..."

Nietzsche sat alone in a chair and stretched out, feeling sorry for Peter Pettigrew, and also hoped that Black would not be accidentally injured by Granger.

After all, she was a student of 'Darth Vader'.

(I will be resting tomorrow, so I will probably finish this time travel line the day after tomorrow.

Well~ If anyone wants to see more about how Granger became the protagonist of his own world and how he failed in the end, Fox will write a free extra chapter later to supplement it, but the main chapter is just to fill the gap.)

Chapter 344 The World After Nietzsche Left

(I won the resurrection match, and I will update as usual today, but it’s a little late, sorry)

When Nietzsche relied on the memory in his mind and learned from the future Granger to use alchemy to modify the time converter, a series of chain reactions were happening in his original world.

First of all, it was Hogwarts. You should know that Umbridge received the intelligence of the Ministry of Magic faster. After hearing the news of Nietzsche’s death, she kissed the letter paper excitedly and even thanked Voldemort in her heart.

How miserable she was. From the high-ranking deputy minister in the past, she fell all the way down to an owl communicator... a communicator because of being ignored!

To put it nicely, it’s called an intelligence liaison officer, but to be honest, it’s just a stinky messenger, and there is also the attribute of being a snitch.

Therefore, on the second Monday after Nietzsche's 'death', she took over Hogwarts in the name of the Ministry of Magic to protect the school, and even had some thoughts of suppressing the only remaining Hermione Granger.

Hermione was not in the mood to deal with the ridiculous proposal and suppressive attitude of the pink toad to take over the 'Army of Gentlemen'.

'How could he die? ' Hermione sat in the seat where Nietzsche once sat, holding books and documents all day, and began to think wildly, 'It's just a Christmas, how could it turn out like this? ’

On the night of the battle at the Ministry of Magic, she could clearly feel the magic power in her body fluctuating. When the magic power subsided, she thought Nietzsche was safe, but she didn't expect it to be...

"I'm so sorry~" Umbridge stood in front of her and said with a pinched throat, "The entire Department of Mysteries was razed to the ground, child, even Dumbledore couldn't survive in that situation."

"I know..." Hermione scratched the gaps in the wooden table with her nails in a trance, letting the sawdust fill her fingers.

The news echoed in her mind like a bolt from the blue: He died, when? How could he, who was so predictable, die?

"So I was thinking, since Nietzsche worked hard for the wizarding world, should we respect his wishes?" Pink Toad deliberately pulled a face and said like a cat crying over a mouse, "The Ministry of Magic should fulfill his great ideals."

Hermione didn't say anything, but just stared blankly at Nietzsche's handwriting, trying to find some secrets from it, but unfortunately she failed.

Daphne, who was standing by the door, played with her wand and said coldly, "Didn't you hear? Granger said she already knew."

"Ahem...Okay." Umbridge felt a chill on her back, so she turned around and left the room.

After she left, Daphne closed the door heavily. People are always complicated. As someone who had once opposed Hermione, she now felt a little sour for no reason, and followed by a huge sadness and confusion.

Daphne had to admit that without Nietzsche's plan, she had no idea what to do next.

"I say." She pursed her lips and comforted him dryly, "Now that the Minister of Magic has lost Nietzsche's backbone, he will definitely ask Umbridge... You must cheer up..."

But when she saw Hermione sniffing and looking up, her voice became smaller and smaller.

What kind of face was that? Dry, bloodless, with dark circles under the eyes due to lack of sleep, tears rolling in the eyes, but reluctant to fall.

Hermione really hoped that this was a joke made by Nietzsche.

The second was Dobby. As the only important person who survived the battle of the Ministry of Magic, he could only narrate the whole process himself.

"All dead... wuwu... sir." Dobby did not change the suit covered with dark red blood and dust, and said to the Prime Minister in tears.

The expression could not be faked, because it really thought Nietzsche was dead.

"This is too... This is not your fault, you have tried your best." The Prime Minister suppressed his excitement and continued after a long time, "Dobby, go and call the House of Lords, okay? Alas... This should be Moran's job."

"It's my honor, sir."

The sobbing Dobby walked out. He did notify the members of the House of Lords to go to the Prime Minister's Office, including Gilderoy Lockhart.

However, at the beginning of the banquet at the Prime Minister's Office, Dobby gathered all the house elves assigned from the magic world to the Muggle world in the kitchen. He had only one goal: to complete Nietzsche's great cause.

"Quiet... Bob, don't eat bananas while I'm talking!" Dobby snapped his fingers and Apparated to the long table in the kitchen corresponding to the banquet hall, "I received an order-Secret Order No. 66."

The kitchen fell into silence at first, and even the very sticky sound of bananas on teeth and tongue tips could be heard.

In less than half a minute, the kitchen was in chaos. The house elves rolled up their sleeves, stamped their feet, slapped the table... Some even used spatulas to throw oil and water everywhere.

But Dobby was no longer surprised by this situation. He stood quietly on the table and let the house elves below vent their emotions.

"But what is the master's order?" After everyone gradually quieted down, the tall and thin Kevin raised his hand and said.

The master he was talking about was 'Nietzsche John Holmes', not the Prime Minister and Moriarty and other Muggles in normal days.

Every house elf who came here was selected by Dobby from the Ministry of Magic, and therefore knew the meaning of Order 66.

"Show our loyalty to Mr. Holmes again!" Dobby raised his right fist and slammed his chest hard, saying with tearful eyes, "Tonight! Kill the group of people who killed the master!"

"But if Mr. Holmes dies, who will we be loyal to next?" asked the short Bob.

"Stupid, of course it's Miss Granger!" Dave knocked on its head and taught it a lesson, "Didn't you see it once? You have no memory."

The members of the Prime Minister's Office were waiting for the dinner while communicating, but the sumptuous dinner did not come, but the house elves who were ready to go came.

When the Prime Minister saw the elves who squeezed into the banquet hall one after another with nothing in their hands, he felt a heart-twitching anxiety and fear in his heart---in the past, food was always transferred to him by magic.

The elves led by Dobby instantly surrounded the entire banquet table. With one magic after another, the MPs were petrified, frozen, controlled, and blown to pieces...

"Dobby...Dobby?" The Prime Minister shouted loudly, "Come here! Come here!"

"Have you forgotten that in order to reduce the budget and security issues of S.H.D., the entire Downing Street is guarded by house elves." Dobby tilted his head and gently raised his right index finger, "Don't shout, those few Purger Muggles are dead too."

Like what happened tonight, the unknown corners of the entire Westminster area are showing this gorgeous rebellion.

"Is it you? You have been planning this?!" The Prime Minister's voice broke with fear.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, please allow me to do this... Avada---"

As the green light flashed, the Prime Minister died. In the eyes of wizards, his death was undignified because he was killed by an insignificant slave, but for Dobby, his death was very valuable.

Only one councillor was still alive, Lockhart. He hid under the table the moment the house-elves attacked.

He had no idea what was going on. He first received the news of Nietzsche's death. To be honest, he was still very sad, after all, they had made so much money together.

But... why did the house-elves suddenly riot? What was going on?

Dobby lifted the tablecloth and looked at Lockhart, who was begging for mercy, thinking that this man was too embarrassing for wizards.

"I'm one of us, I'm not a Muggle!" Lockhart fumbled for his wand in his arms. The sound of the Muggle falling was irritating his nerves, making his hand start to lose control of the wand. "I have made contributions to Nietzsche!"

"Okay, okay... Mr. Lockhart, I know you." Dobby said.