Chapter 224

"It's hard to say, maybe there's something missing inside."

"I know it myself!" Nietzsche followed the other person's eyes and probed down with his left hand honestly. He breathed a sigh of relief after making sure everything was intact.

"But you just disappeared for five full minutes!" Marvolo emphasized, "The longer the time, the more dangerous it is. This is just like no one will use the Apparition spell in battle. It's the same reason."

Nietzsche's eyes gradually turned to contempt, wondering what was worth making such a fuss about.

"Didn't I come out alive~" he said.

"That's the problem!" Marvolo said, "You didn't fly out suddenly, but... you appeared here bit by bit like a ghost."

"Maybe it took too long just now." Nietzsche raised his eyebrows and recalled.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by wasting time?"

"It's just... you know, only consciousness is left, so I just thought about it for a while."

Chapter 369: What Voldemort Wants to Do Most

The success of Apparition is just the beginning. Nietzsche's ultimate goal is to break the countercurse.

From the first five minutes, he gradually shortened it to three minutes, one minute, and finally even five seconds. The initial discomfort also disappeared, and the destination gradually came outside from the Screaming Shack.

He had been to every corner of Hogsmeade, but his attempts at Hogwarts were all failures without exception.

"The fourth day, the forty-first attempt...Apparition!" Nietzsche desperately sketched in his mind the glass walls of the Slytherin lounge, the carved wooden chairs, and the chandeliers with lily of the valley flames.

He was in a state of complete disintegration in the dark for about ten minutes, and even mobilized his subconscious to complete the details that he could not remember on ordinary days.

Then when he took that crucial step, he still failed.

The consequences of failure are like a kicked wild dog, rolling out of the chaos. As for where it will end up... I can only say that if you are lucky, you won't end up on the railroad tracks or in Hogsmeade. on the village street.

In just four days, Nietzsche has experienced what is called a "journey around Hogwarts."

But this time he obviously didn't fall headlong into the snowdrift, because he didn't hear Ms. Rosmerta standing at the door of the Three Broomsticks pub and uttering surprised condolences.

"Where did this stupid guy come from?!"

Well, hearing this roar, Nietzsche knew that he wasn’t going to get Ms. Rosmerta’s butterbeer this time.

"Lend me...my back, my back..." He held his waist and climbed up from the sticky masonry ground.

As long as he was around Hogwarts, he would be randomly teleported, but this time it was not the snowy streets of Hogsmeade Village, but the Hog's Head Bar.

"Hey! I said, where are you from?" Aberforth Dumbledore took out his wand and glued all the broken tables and chairs back together. "Did you just use Apparition? But I think... ..never seen you.”

If there had been a few more crackling sounds in the air just now, maybe the tone of the owner of the Pig Head Bar would have been more positive.

But Nietzsche was still very alert. To know the apparition's front hooves, he had to know the destination, which in disguise meant that he must have been to this bar that seemed to be closing soon.

Nietzsche quickly glanced around and found a hooded, wretched-looking middle-aged wizard:

A sallow face and an out-of-shape figure indicate that the food is poor; his eyes are evasive, and he will stand up and look uneasily when he hears someone suddenly flying out, which indicates that he is cautious; he sips butterbeer, obviously he has no money left;

I am very poor, but I have a clean fork in my breast pocket that is not suitable for a pig's head bar, and I am sitting at the bar, so I am willing to spend some money to drink butterbeer...

He was a repeat thief and knew Aberforth very well.

"I've been here before when I was doing business with others." Nietzsche said with a sullen face, "If the Ministry of Magic wasn't afraid of you, who would want to come to such a dirty place."

"Hmph, then you'd better be more honest." After giving a verbal warning, Aberforth wiped the cup again.

Obviously, this place usually receives some unpopular wizards. After hearing Nietzsche's words, the thief also looked away and continued to sip the wine happily.

‘What went wrong? ’ Nietzsche touched his aching head and sighed silently.

The Anti-Apparition Curse can prevent other wizards from apparating, but it cannot prevent Portkeys. But the problem is that he cannot make himself into a Portkey, and there is no way for a magic item to pass Gringotts' inspection.

Since he couldn't make a door key into a living creature, he couldn't study the door key. After all, dead things couldn't speak.

"Have a butterbeer." Nietzsche sat at the other end of the bar.

The creamy-yellow foam overflowed the beer glass, slid down the wall of the glass to the table, and then solidified, turning into something as disgusting as the corners of the beer. But his attention was focused on the portrait of the girl behind the bar.

The young girl in white saw Nietzsche's appraising gaze. She lowered her head gracefully and covered her red face with her hands.

"Hey!" Aberforth frowned and interrupted his thoughts.

"Sorry, I was just admiring it." Nietzsche said softly, "She looks like a painting I stole recently."

"You? Stealing paintings? What's so good about stealing paintings?"

"You know, Muggles like to collect paintings by famous people... For example, there is a Muggle named Monet. He painted a famous painting of a white girl holding a parasol, which is very similar to her... "

Nietzsche's evasive words quickly attracted the attention of the thief four or five seats away.

"You steal Muggle things?" The thief next to him pricked up his ears.

"Of course, some wizard nobles like to collect these things. They only care about whether the things are precious, and the price must be much higher." Nietzsche picked up the cup and took a sip, and said with a smile.

His words successfully attracted the attention of two people - the thief was curious about the way to his companion, and Aberforth showed disdain for this behavior.

"Since it is a famous painting, what will Muggles do if they find it?" Aberforth Dumbledore squinted at the thief and interjected, "If a priceless treasure disappears, it will definitely cause a big mess."

"How easy it is!" Nietzsche made up the story in a decent way. "I can steal it back, return it to the Muggles, and earn another bounty."

The thief opposite lit up his eyes. He didn't even care about the butterbeer that was gradually cooling and starting to solidify, and sat directly next to Nietzsche.

"You dare to steal things from those old wizards?" The other party stretched out his left hand and said in admiration, "My name is Mundungus Fletcher."

Nietzsche shook his hand briefly and tried to extract some information about Gringotts or wizard theft.

"Are you interested?" He tilted his head, looked at Fletcher like a superior, and asked thoughtfully.

"It's getting harder and harder for wizards like me to survive these days. I used to be able to secretly use my memory, but now wizards and Muggles communicate with each other... Sigh... Muggles are always very cautious, and I can't use my memory at will. Damn, I don’t have any skills in this area.”

Fletcher rubbed his hands together in a very obscene manner, with a gloating smile on his face.

But at this moment, Aberforth viciously knocked the wooden table with his beer glass, causing it to make a dull sound.

"Muggles and wizards... huh... shady people like you are happy to see this happen. Of course, you can rely on magic to bully those Muggles, just like they used to bully wizards. "

He chewed the word 'bully' very hard, as if he was using this incident to express his dissatisfaction with the integration of wizards and Muggles.

"Don't say that, who doesn't want to take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune?" Nietzsche twirled his beard impatiently and said angrily, "I didn't bully Muggles, I just gave the valuables to wizards for safekeeping."

"It's even more hateful to have money at both ends!" Aberforth's stubborn temper also grew and he choked back.

"How can you get better by running a bar like this?"

Nietzsche wanted to step forward to argue, but Fletcher grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back, as if to prevent the owner of the Pig's Head Bar from pissing off the money tree.

"Don't talk about this kind of thing in this place. Aberforth doesn't like Muggles very much." Fletcher lowered his head and coaxed in a good voice, "I don't want to be left without a place during this strict investigation of wizards. Stay down and stop arguing with him."

This is even more strange. Dumbledore, who has always been known for his greatness, has a younger brother like this?

"You know, not everyone can meet some good Muggles... just be considerate."

"Is it related to that lady?" Nietzsche tilted his head and said, "He just mentioned the dark ages of wizards. Did that lady encounter some bad Muggles?"

"That's his sister..."

The girl whose portraits hang in the Room of Requirement and the Hog's Head Bar is the sister of the two Dumbledore brothers.

Combined with the hallucinations of the cursed old professor, who always said "I'm sorry" and "It's not me" in a guilty tone, it is not difficult to speculate that this girl has probably experienced a series of accidents including but not limited to being bullied by Muggles. .

In other words, this was even the direct reason why Dumbledore came into contact with the Wiccan Party in his early years.

Mundungus was frantically building a good impression of him, thinking that Nietzsche, his 'fellow', would lead him to improve the food.

"By the way, which wealthy wizard does your Muggle collection of famous paintings belong to?"

"Do you want to join the gang?" Nietzsche pretended to think about it, and after a silence he continued, "That's no problem, as long as you have the guts to steal the wizard's things."

"What you said, I was born to do this job!" Fletcher patted his chest and said confidently, "You just want to steal the method, I don't want more, as long as I can get it from your fingers. Just put some soup in it!”

"Gringotts."

"Walk...ah?"

Chapter 370 Phantom... Dimension Appears!

"Gringotts?" Fletcher kept biting his thumb under the pressure and chipping his nails into uneven spots. "Are you sure your brain is still normal? I mean, I've never I’ve heard of someone who can steal a knut from a goblin.”

"That's just no good." Nietzsche spread his hands and said nonchalantly, "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

He drank the butterbeer in one gulp, rolled up the surrounding creamy foam with his tongue, and took out his wand as if he was planning to leave.

One, two, three...five...ten...Nietzsche slowed down his movements as much as possible, counting the numbers in his mind, hoping that Mundungus Fletcher would change his mind---Come on, make money Order extra food to fill your stomach.

Finally, on the thirteenth count, Fletch spoke up.

"As long as you tell me how to get in!"

"No problem, my friend~" Nietzsche turned around quickly, with a smile that was hard to tell whether it was real or fake, and continued before Fletch regretted, "I'll be waiting for you here a week from now."

After that, he used Apparition to disappear silently in the Hog's Head.

His movements were very fast and quiet. From Aberforth's perspective, Nietzsche just took a step forward neatly, and then his figure disappeared due to the distortion of space.

"He is very dangerous..." Aberforth Dumbledore lowered his head again and reminded him kindly.

"I have seen too many dangerous dark wizards, and Knockturn Alley is my good customer for selling stolen goods." Fletch took out a silver Sik from his pocket and kissed it with heartache, looking indifferent.

But Aberforth was just a reminder, and when he saw that the other party was not listening, he stopped talking.

After returning to the Screaming Shack, Nietzsche took a break and continued to test the ‘Apparition Spell’ breakthrough experiment before the start of the Potions class.

He took out a small notebook and summarized all the experiments in the four days:

‘Conclusion: In the area of ​​the Anti-Apparition Spell, the details of meditation and the changes in magic power will not affect the results... Theory: The only knowledge related to space magic that can be obtained is very rare...’

It is impossible to break through the barrier by brute force, which is already very clear.

Space magic is as uncontrollable as time magic. No matter how much magic power is, it will not cause any fluctuations in space---for example, the Traceless Extension Spell, space will not be changed by the output of magic power, but by the wizard's feelings.

Theoretically, a wizard can change the volume of a container multiple times, but each change cannot exceed the wizard's cognitive range.

(The Ministry of Magic's Prevention of Misuse of Articles Department recommends: Wizards should not try to turn their pockets into a bottomless pit!)

“Anti-spell... Maybe the Anti-Apparition Spell is a locked iron door?” Nietzsche recalled the feeling of being knocked away many times.

"Hogwarts: A History of the School" states: No one is allowed to Apparate on campus.

If you look at it this way, then in another dimension, Hogwarts is still the same Hogwarts, but the defensive spell is the iron gate blocking the main road, and Apparition is the Thestral carriage or the small wooden boat.

If the Apparition spell is regarded as a special 'dimension', 'channel' or 'road to the castle', whatever you want to call it...

Then people outside cannot come to the castle through this channel, and people inside the castle cannot go outside in the same way, because there is an iron door in the middle.

Except---portkey.

A wooden cup burning with blue flames suddenly appeared in front of Nietzsche. The flame cup as a portkey will not be affected by the anti-Apparition spell.

"From a spatial perspective, assuming that Apparition is a way of walking, then does the meaning of the portkey mean... 'Apparition' in another dimension?" Nietzsche flicked his fingers and wrote it down with a feather pen.

This kind of thing is hard to explain. Perhaps only those Muggle scholars can understand the so-called "another space".

Nietzsche felt his head grow big just thinking about it. Because of that strange experience, he recalled the intricate lines presented when he returned home - it seemed to be every road and alley in London, England.

In fact, that behavior was very dangerous. Nietzsche hesitated for three seconds... Then he decided to give it a try.

"Okay, I'm going to make an "apparition" in another space that is different from reality." Nietzsche wiped the sweat from his palms with his robe, re-gripped the wand and muttered to himself, "Come on, the forty-third attempt, apparition!"

Everything around him began to distort, and the vision suddenly became dark as if it was swallowed alive by a giant beast. At this time, Nietzsche pinched off the idea of ​​"going to Hogwarts" in his mind.

His "consciousness" can feel his limbs and can feel that he is still holding the wand, so that's enough.

'First, construct Hogwarts... lawn... Black Lake and Forbidden Forest. ’

The floors of Hogwarts began to be built up gradually, like a live map without any names of characters. Then Nietzsche began to build the roof, erect the walls and huge stone statues on the floors.

Just as he divided the structural areas of Hogwarts as detailed as possible, a sense of weightlessness began to fill his consciousness.

Nietzsche ‘floated’ up. Although he didn’t know what he was in, he felt like he was rocketing into the sky.

He repeatedly emphasized the things he should pay attention to in his mind to ensure that he would not get lost and strengthen his will: use ‘Apparition’ in another dimension different from the real space.

Perhaps it was the ‘peak’, Nietzsche could not feel the sense of weightlessness, instead he began to fall continuously.

He was like a soldier boarding from a space station.