Chapter 215

It's not like Nietzsche. He has nothing to do and still has the leisure to take the opportunity to step on Voldemort.

Chapter 350: The plan for Voldemort

Marvolo hadn't seen him for several months, and he was so depressed that he needed to borrow nicotine. His eyes were bloodshot, and he must have been forced by Hermione to do some dangerous things.

"During your absence, Dumbledore and Harry also got a new Horcrux." He put his elbows on the table and skillfully flicked the cigarette ashes to his feet. "It was retrieved from the office of former Minister Umbridge." Come out."

This is another very long story:

Five months after Nietzsche's death was confirmed, the Order of the Phoenix returned to the Black ancestral home in Grimmauld Place to look after and train Harry. At the same time, they learned that they had caught clues from the mouths of the house elves Kreacher and Sirius. ;

Sirius's younger brother Regulus Black was once an important member of the Death Eaters, and used this to find out the whereabouts of the second Horcrux, the Slytherin Locket - a cave on the edge of a mountain;

At this time, Marvolo took out a small box with a black rope threaded through it from his pocket.

"Dumbledore almost made a mistake. What they got in the cave was a counterfeit made by Regulus. But luckily, Umbridge used her power to commit corruption and hid the real thing on the market in her own possession. office."

The rope was wrapped around Marvolo's arm and was being carried around, but there was no magic on it, and there was a trace of penetration in the middle of the box.

"Did you destroy the Horcrux?" Nietzsche looked at the box in confusion. He didn't think the other party had the courage to commit suicide.

"It has been pierced by Dumbledore with the Sword of Gryffindor. I got it back myself." Marvolo's eyes were very hazy under the gray smoke, and his voice sounded like...

If Nietzsche heard it correctly, it could probably be called 'choking', but this was what made him doubt his judgment the most.

"Is it related to...Merope?" Apart from that, he couldn't think of anything else that would make the other party so excited.

Marvolo took a sip of coffee and smoked, letting the smoke ring he exhaled carry a bit of the sour taste of coffee beans, "A desperate and foolish woman was defrauded of her most expensive treasure at a very low price, just to... .”

Just so that they can eat something so that the child in their belly can be born alive - both of them knew it.

"That's no wonder." Nietzsche suddenly thought of something, and he wanted to run back to Little Hangleton Village and tear up the portrait of Gaunt.

"What?"

"The Gaunts didn't say that they also had a Slytherin locket. They thought I would appreciate these things."

This is the most ironic ending: the ring and Slytherin locket, which they were most proud of and best represented the superiority of their bloodline, became a collar that tied them down, and the other became a merchant.

But thinking about it in retrospect, the more inbred products of Gunter and his son are being cautious and complacent before their death, the more ridiculous they appear.

"Hahaha... It's so fun." Nietzsche was like a monkey, imitating the wink of the old Gaunt, "The ring that guarded him until death turned his son into a mummy, and the secret locket was cheaper. It has to be like a crucible.”

Marvolo was stunned. The sadness that had just arisen was filled with the absurdity of reality, and then he also laughed.

Under the noon sun, the two of them laughed like crazy on the coffee seat suspended in the pit. They soon returned to their daily routine of occasionally bickering and laughing at each other in school.

The dignity of the Gaunt family and their stubbornness towards pure blood are deconstructed into a piece of fun in laughter.

"Okay, you're still so mean." Marvolo shook his head helplessly, put the Slytherin locket away again when he wasn't paying attention, and continued, "Then how are you going to check the remaining Horcruxes?"

"Except for you, the two heirlooms of the Gaunt family, and a known Horcrux, it's probably a living thing."

"One? You mean the snake next to Voldemort!" Marvolo said, "That's possible. I've never seen that snake leave him."

That was obviously the last Horcrux, and Nietzsche could only focus on the other remaining Horcruxes.

They talked a lot, mostly Marvolo talking about everything from the initial anxiety to how everyone got on the right track and the changes that had happened to many people. He also talked about things related to the new semester.

Among them, Marvolo mentioned a person---Horag Slughorn will be the professor of the new semester.

"I have a very deep memory of this professor..." Marvolo smiled sinisterly when he said this.

On the other side, Hermione went home with her parents and the Watsons. They were all in a bad mood...especially John Watson and Mary, both of whom were Nietzsche's nominal parents.

It was already early June, and Hermione, who usually loved studying, suddenly didn't care about the OLWs exam and just sat on the sofa holding her mother.

"I don't want to waste my time in school," she whispered.

If she had said something like this before, Mrs. Granger would have thought her daughter was joking or saying it out of anger because she was bullied by others, but this time it was different.

support? Agree?

No, as Hermione's mother, Mrs. Granger did not want her daughter to be crushed.

"Don't be stupid, make up your exams after school starts." Granger looked at her daughter sadly, "Your friends are all at school, and you are not the only one in the entire Ministry of Magic."

"Perhaps Nietzsche also wants you to relax..." Watson also persuaded.

Everyone here knew how busy Hermione had been in the past few months. She had to deal with Voldemort's mess while also trying to win votes for the stupid Senator Lockhart and become Prime Minister.

A girl who was supposed to enjoy romance in Mrs. Puddifu's teahouse has now become a workaholic ahead of schedule.

"But I need something, and I don't want to do nothing in my free time." Hermione played with her mother's skirt, rubbing it in her hands, "Of course, maybe with Nietzsche's temperament, he would be willing to take the exam with me. ..."

The further she spoke, the quieter her voice became.

It's like this again. I don't know how many times this has happened. Every time she mentions something, she will automatically make an association and think subconsciously: If it were Nietzsche, what would he do, and what would he and I do? Do.

The living room fell into silence again... Yes, with Nietzsche's character, this OWLs might become his way of relaxing.

Hermione blinked her eyes hard, as if she was struggling with sleepiness. She stood up in a panic and said, "Okay, I understand, I'm going upstairs to read!"

This is a lie---

How could she care enough to see in? She just found an excuse to go upstairs to escape the Watsons. She didn't know how to face them.

‘That damn bastard is really dead, what else do you think about him? It's useless to read it. Could it be that the God of Death still released his soul? ’ Hermione stood in front of the door and cursed herself secretly, her hand still daring not to turn the doorknob.

"Meow!!" Crookshanks scratched at the wooden door with his claws and screamed impatiently.

"Do you think he will have a ghost?" Hermione picked up the heavy Crookshanks and said, "Ghosts have obsessions... He is your master, do you think he will have the kind of spirit that enables him to form?" Ghost's obsession?"

"Hmm~" Crookshanks rolled his eyes carelessly, but still let the girl stroke the cat's fur against her will.

The world is in tatters, and cats are mending things.

Hermione finally opened her bedroom, and was disappointed: no blue-and-white ghost suddenly jumped out of the wall to startle her.

She touched her things in boredom, wiped the dust off the photos, and occasionally knocked over the calendars, books, time converters and other sundries without any purpose, just that she wanted to pass the time...

Wait, time turner?

Hermione clearly remembered returning this thing to Professor McGonagall, and judging from the alchemical symbols composed of runes, it was exactly the same as the converter left by another Granger.

"Dad! Has anyone from the Ministry of Magic been at home?" She hurried to the stairs wearing slippers and shouted.

"It seems not!"

"Are there any weird people? Like weird things happening?"

Chapter 351 Professor Slughorn

The whole summer vacation... Strictly speaking, although it is already July, it is not summer vacation for Nietzsche who has not experienced OWLs at Hogwarts.

But this did not prevent him from covering his face with the newspaper and snoring softly, straightening his legs and kicking the ground hard to move the front chair legs of the Royal Dining Room away from the floor and shift his center of gravity back.

He sat here for nearly three hours. There were about a dozen goblets on the table. He kept drinking gin and whiskey, and then fell asleep.

"Hey!" Someone lifted the newspaper from his face and pulled off the fake beard on his chin.

The sudden pain made Nietzsche fall back. He rolled his eyes and looked up with annoyance only to find Marvolo who was late.

"Didn't we say... five o'clock?" Nietzsche looked at the clock on the wall and said angrily, "It's almost nine o'clock now."

"How much have you drunk?" Marvolo Sisyphus looked at the empty wine glasses on the table. His eyes were about to burst. He almost gritted his teeth to hold back from shouting. "Don't forget, you are using All the money is mine!”

"Take it easy, I finally got some rest." Nietzsche took the fake beard and put it under his lips again.

The money he secretly stole from Hermione was not much, and it could not last for a day.

But so what, he traveled back and forth between the two worlds, and even used his life to tie up the connection between the Ministry of Magic and the British government. Why can't he enjoy it?

Of course, Nietzsche only said a few words in his heart...

He pushed away the scattered wine glasses and many tissues for wiping his mouth on the table. The newspaper that was casually covering his face also had many small words circled by a quill. There were also a few stacks of "Daily Prophet" under the desk lamp, with very eye-catching titles. :

Gilderoy Lockhart leads the vote by a cliff.

But this was not the purpose of his meeting with Marvolo, but another person who had a direct connection with Voldemort: Horag Slughorn.

Nietzsche was helped out of the Royal Hotel. He breathed in the cold night wind to keep his fevered head calm. Now the streets have been repaired to a great extent, and at least there are bicycles walking on the road.

"Where is he now?" he asked lightly.

"According to the investigation, Slughorn is hiding in the Muggle house in Badley Barberton Village. That idiot thought he had hidden it from everyone. After so many years, it is still the same." Marvolo Open your arms.

As soon as Nietzsche grabbed his arm, he felt like a drink being sucked through a straw.

In fact, Nietzsche was not unfamiliar with Apparition, having experienced it many times, but this time it was so magical that he did not feel the squeeze in all directions, just a flash in front of his eyes, as simple as switching TV channels.

The lively sound of car engines disappeared, replaced by the long bells in the church.

He saw that he had appeared in front of an ancient war monument. It was not shabby, but still had the desolation of a village.

"Are you okay?" Marvolo turned his head and looked at him curiously.

This was not a kind question about whether he was uncomfortable, but disappointment that he did not spit out the wine and food residues because of the side effects of Apparition.

"On the contrary, it's fine!" Nietzsche blinked and took two steps in a daze, "But I feel weirder than before. Could there be such a side effect? ​​Something is wrong. I haven't learned Apparition yet."

The strange feeling of flashing in front of his eyes was a bit like the scene he experienced when he came back from another world.

In the past, like everyone else, he was forced into a rubber tube and sucked into another space, and could only endure the compression of space, but today it was as simple as taking a step forward...

In fact, he hated the side effects of Apparition, but now it seems that he can try to learn it.

The two passed by the church door and turned into a street corner with the lights off. Going deeper, they could see an exquisite cottage built with stone and wood in a garden.

"Slughorn was my Slytherin headmaster. I know him very well." Marvolo suddenly stopped, "For example, he doesn't like to be disturbed."

Nietzsche realized that there was magic set up in front of it. Even if there was no trap, there must be an anti-intrusion spell.

"If he is so careful, how can Voldemort find him..." Nietzsche took a few steps back depressedly, away from the dividing line drawn by Marvolo.

This is the purpose of his coming here-he hopes that Slughorn will let Voldemort show some flaws.

Now Voldemort, without his confidants and power, will definitely hide like a mouse... If Voldemort learns to be tolerant, it will not be good news for Nietzsche.

But he walked back and forth twice, and suddenly asked: "How is your relationship with him?"

"Not bad, he should still remember me." Marvolo hooked his hair behind his ears with his fingers, and added calmly, "If he doesn't have Alzheimer's disease..."

"Then we can put on a show." Nietzsche squinted his eyes slightly and scratched his fake gray goatee with his fingers.

Marvolo was immediately in awe. He knew that someone was going to be unlucky again, so they stood at the door of someone else's house and began to discuss "pranks".

If the two of them had known each other earlier, perhaps the whole street would pay attention to moving.

"The clothes need to be sorted... They must be dignified and look upscale." Marvolo took out his wand, tapped them, and used the Transfiguration Spell to turn the original casual clothes into very expensive wizard dresses.

"Well, he is a bit vain." Nietzsche pondered gradually, and added, "You must have momentum."

"How do I explain it?"

He pointed to his face, and this young look would definitely be recognized.

"Dumbledore didn't participate in the Ministry of Magic War. No matter how Slughorn looks at you, you can say that you were affected by time and returned to youth at the cost of the lives of two Death Eaters." Nietzsche said.

"That's fine, it might scare him." Marvolo agreed repeatedly, "He is very timid."

"Then why are we worried about the invasion spell." Nietzsche clapped his hands and said firmly, "Since you want to imitate, it's better to be more straightforward... rush in at the fastest speed!"

The two most performative people mixed together, and finally produced a bad reaction.

Chapter 352 Two people go together

In the village of Barberton under the night, two figures were rushing quickly and silently towards the garden shed. The journey that originally took three minutes was shortened to less than 20 seconds with the blessing of the braking spell.

It was a strange feeling, as if I had turned into a broom that couldn't fly high.

Nietzsche lowered his body and deliberately used his shoulder to knock open the iron gate of the garden, causing the hinges to be forcibly torn off and making a loud noise. Then he raised his wand and used the unlocking spell to blow open the front door of the house, which was almost the same as a directional blasting explosive.

"Open sesame!"

"Bang!"

Nietzsche's control of magic was too focused, causing the shock wave to penetrate and spread throughout the house:

The flying door handle was stuck on the grandfather clock like a bow and arrow; the narrow porch was full of chandelier fragments; the piano that was hit made a jagged wail just before it collapsed.

At this moment, an iron rope came up from the broken vase at a very fast speed. It was obvious that the other party had been prepared for it, but before it could wrap around Nietzsche, it was engulfed by the fire.