Chapter 204

Is Hogwarts under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic?

The answer is: yes.

As soon as Umbridge left, Professor McGonagall's frustration and anguish turned into a heavy lament.

Snape quietly opened the curtain and glanced at the people on the bed. He blew out the lights and whispered: "Dumbledore will not let her do this. You and I both know...Draco is the check and balance." Malfoy's Key."

It was ‘Malfoy’, not ‘Lucius’, a detail Nietzsche captured.

"Who would sacrifice their life for Albus?" McGonagall walked out of the school infirmary and sat on the wooden chair in the corridor used to see patients.

"Narcissa." Snape rubbed his brow in distress, glared at Nietzsche, and then continued, "To put it simply, she will help whoever can ensure Draco's safety..."

"Even if this is-Voldemort?"

"Even Voldemort." Snape felt uncomfortable when he read the name, and he could clearly be seen scratching his right arm.

Checks and balances, another stupid reason.

Nietzsche was puzzled. They had plenty of people and weapons, and there was really no shortage of these few who defected on the battlefield. Not to mention ten, even a hundred fully armed Muggles were considered cheap in exchange for the life of a wizard.

"But Albus is not in school right now." McGonagall patted the armrest of the chair hard, "This is the most important thing!"

"Where did he go?" Snape asked.

"He went to look for Horcruxes this time, with his old friends... Every time something happens in the school, he's not around!" Mag almost yelled.

Marvolo walked aside from Professor McGonagall and firmly hooked the hem of Nietzsche's robe with his fingers.

"Dean, I'm going back first." Marvolo became a good boy and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I should have come to you as soon as possible, but...but I don't know you Where is the office?"

"You're just a new student, it's not your fault." Mag held his head with his hand and waved the other hand out tiredly.

Except for Snape, no one doubted that Nietzsche did this... To be honest, it really wasn't!

What did Nietzsche do? He just mentioned it among the people who had just finished the Potions class. The rest was not just revenge and complaints by everyone.

And for wizards like Susan Bones or Neville Longbottom, not killing these 'little Death Eaters' was considered a conscience issue, not to mention that Malfoy had always ridiculed the Longbottoms before.

Oh, what? Were the Longbottoms not tortured mad by Mr. Malfoy?

You're right, but the credit goes to a group of Death Eaters including Bellatrix Black and Barty Crouch Jr., and isn't nepotism what purebloods like most~

Hermione had the most intuitive feeling. After seeing Neville pierce Draco's collarbone, she actually felt a little relieved in her heart.

Nietzsche, Hermione and Marvolo walked down the stairs, away from the corridor of the school infirmary, and gradually slowed down when they reached the marble stairs.

"I guessed that the old guy was hiding something. I've never seen him protect Slytherin students like this before." Marvolo said.

He always addressed the great Headmaster Dumbledore in such a way that even some of the portraits that had not closed their eyes even hissed.

"That's called 'equality'." Hermione corrected her.

"Yes, yes, equal~" Marvolo rolled his eyes, "I hope you can have this attitude even if you know who Professor Glendale is. I told him Nietzsche's analysis of the whereabouts of the Horcrux, and he should still be there now. Find treasures in Little Hangleton Village.”

No one can stop his revenge!

"That's great... I'll write a letter to Rita tomorrow." Nietzsche patted his shoulder and said with a pleased smile.

At the same time, Marvolo also immediately slapped him back, and the two people's tacit understanding seemed like they were close friends holding hands.

Angrily for no reason, Hermione walked around from Nietzsche to the middle of the two, waved her hands randomly, broke the bridge between them, and then squeezed unreasonably into the middle, roughly separating the two.

Hermione Granger: Don't bring Nietzsche down!

"Rita? You want to let the news out on purpose." She understood the intention instantly.

Nietzsche nodded and said, "Snape blamed me for disrupting Dumbledore's arrangements. Since the Malfoys care about Draco, they will definitely pay attention to the news about Hogwarts. This is a good opportunity."

He put his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders enthusiastically and used his right foot to feel on the moving staircase to see if the next step was an illusion.

Up to now, Nietzsche has only one way to deal with the old aristocracy that hinders the new world - kill!

There is no shortage of people who are either anti-rebellious or not. There is really no shortage of this one. At worst, all the Death Eaters will be killed. Nietzsche would like to see what kind of trouble a single Voldemort can make if he is afraid of death.

(PS: Just read a novel for your imagination and fun, and just have a reasonable discussion. To be honest, if the plot or characters are controversial, it should be considered a good thing~

All readers are welcome to have a happy discussion and please do not quarrel. )

Chapter 328 Cruciatus Curse? Extra sin!

If you want to keep a book, just keep it. It won’t be a problem. The fox will start a double update next month (if you cheat again, you will be lazy...hehe~)

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After Halloween, the cold wind and frost of November arrived as expected, and the joy that erupted on the Quidditch pitch seemed to be a celebration, because the person who had brought grief and trauma to countless people was leaving.

On the day Gryffindor faced Slytherin, Malfoy might not have been lucky enough to blend into the distant atmosphere.

Nietzsche lazily leaned against the doorpost of the hall, looking at the blue-gray sky, letting the cold wind cut his face while listening to the dragon roar in the distance, and occasionally hearing Umbridge's curse.

"Draco Malfoy used the Cruciatus Curse to attack his classmates...will be detained by the Ministry of Magic...tsk tsk tsk." Marvolo looked at the last updated "Daily Prophet", and his expression was worried and smiling.

Rita Skeeter was a good hand at creating momentum. Nietzsche only wrote down the process and purpose of the incident in a letter, and she could make up a decent little biography.

The title read: "The Family Tradition of Death Eaters and the Danger of Pure Blood".

At this time, Umbridge and Malfoy, whose hands were tied with ropes, came over.

"Wait! Where is Principal Dumbledore? I want to see the principal!" Draco Malfoy shouted absentmindedly.

But no matter how he shouted, he couldn't stop the small light on the Black Lake from getting closer and closer. The wooden boat carrying Scrimgeour and another member of the Ministry of Magic broke through the frost on the lake and stopped at the bottom of the cliff of the castle.

Hermione helped Nietzsche put on a crimson scarf. The two looked down with white breath and found that Hagrid was tying the boat rope to the wooden stake with force.

"Nietzsche! Hermione! And that... uh... new kid?" Hagrid greeted the three of them, "I heard from Harry and the others that a Slytherin like him will sooner or later become a dark wizard... no offense."

But Nietzsche was not angry. He knew that Hagrid was always a big fool who was too honest and had no control over his words.

He looked at the wooden boat that was being pulled and found that there was a wizard standing behind Scrimgeour, who was all black, and even half of his face was wrapped in black cloth, which did not match the guard outfit of the Law Enforcement Department.

The man raised his foot and stepped over the gap between the wooden boat and the stone, even walking in front of Scrimgeour.

"Broderick Bode." The wizard briefly introduced himself to Nietzsche, so briefly that there was no information to be revealed except his name.

"Thank you, Hagrid... Mr. Bode is a Unspoken." Director Scrimgeour introduced, "Miss Greengrass's new department is highly confidential, so some Unspoken people have been transferred from the Department of Mysteries."

It seems to be a confidential mission.

Umbridge pushed seven or eight people including Malfoy out, and hurriedly ran down from above with a fake smile.

Her small high heels twisted on the smooth and crooked stone stairs, and Nietzsche thought to himself more than once---Fall down, slip and fall down!

"Mr. Scrimgeour~ Ouch!!"

Perhaps it was because the frosted stone steps were slippery, or perhaps it was because of Nietzsche's own 'trouble halo', Umbridge's fat body brushed past Nietzsche and fell hard on Scrimgeour.

How miserable... Not only did she have to go on duty in such a cold day, but she also had to be crushed by a passionate Saint-Chamon tank.

After Umbridge got up, her face was still a little flushed and apologetic, and she kept imitating the giggles of a girl, which made Scrimgeour, who was holding his old waist, take two steps back.

"All ready." Umbridge said.

"Very...very good, thank you." Scrimgeour waved his hand impatiently to drive him away, "You go down first, I'll talk to them."

But the pink toad still acted pitiful because of being ignored, but due to the majesty of the director, he had to temporarily step aside.

The plan is as follows:

Nietzsche used Rita Skeeter, the ‘mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic’, to pass on a message to the Minister and some senior officials to lure the Death Eaters in, and let the Ministry of Magic be prepared to be breached by the Death Eaters at any time;

The attack on the students was just an excuse so that the Ministry of Magic could arrest Malfoy openly. As for the Cruciatus Curse that was not in the plan... that was even better, the crime was compounded, and Dumbledore would be defeated even if he came.

“Are you sure those Death Eaters will... I mean, will they really care about a child?” Scrimgeour glanced suspiciously at the steps of the courtyard.

Those are Death Eaters!

They are evil, murderous and arsonist. They are the guys who killed Muggles from Charing Cross Road to Privet Drive without blinking an eye... Such people will also care about their own children?

“Who knows?” Nietzsche said, “At least Dumbledore thinks so.”

Although he didn’t like Dumbledore’s conservative vision, he had to say that the headmaster’s control of human nature and desires was still worth learning.

Since Dumbledore thinks Malfoy cares about his son, he will definitely take action.

"I hope so. I have arranged wizards from various departments to work in other places, and have called in all Aurors to prevent You-Know-Who from invading the Ministry of Magic." Scrimgeour rubbed his newly soiled clothes worriedly.

Can Aurors really deal with You-Know-Who? The director was also a little depressed.

"You are going to ambush the Death Eaters, not Voldemort!" Nietzsche warned, "Sometimes running away is not just humiliation, but for future victory... sneak attack, run, that's what you have to do."

"Those are all Aurors, one less dead."

Scrimgeour's lament was not fake, it was true for the 'Auror' department.

High casualty rate, high training and screening system, even the old Aurors who retired from the front line cannot be reused, just look at 'Mad-Eye', either crazy or disabled, or forced to retire (sacrifice).

"Get on the boat, everyone." Bode held a string of ropes and led Malfoy and Shabini to the boat.

A layer of cold mist rose on the surface of the Black Lake, making the silent man Baldur look like a ferryman ferrying the dead across the River Styx. They were leaving Hogwarts, but they did not have the same enthusiasm for their new life as when they first came to school. joy.

There was one for Scrimgeour, one for Baldur, and Malfoy and others were separated.

"Wait!" Nietzsche took out a few gold galleons from his arms and threw them into the hands of those people.

"What's this? Charity?" Malfoy, who had his wand confiscated, could only pierce him with his eyes, and threw the gold galleons into the pool with disdain. "Nietzsche, the thing I regret most is that I didn't give it to him in the first grade. You are crushed!”

He pounded the hard wooden boat hard, and his skinny palms were so drooped that they did not stop.

"This is tradition, Draco." Nietzsche felt pity for the gold Galleons that fell into the Black Lake. "I wanted to wish you a good journey, but now... I can only wish that others will stay with you while you are closed. Put two coins in his eyes."

Sit tight and be careful not to fall.

The Director of the Executive Department and the Silent Man were taken by ship into the ivy curtain, and finally disappeared into the white mist.

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Oops...let the fox think of how to give Umbridge a decent death...

Regarding Fox’s personal understanding of Umbridge:

To be honest, Umbridge is defined in the wiki as a 'pure-bloodist', but combined with Malfoy's identity as a 'minister's advisor' and his extreme exercise of power in the original context, it is more like a 'strong person' ;

That's right, it's 'Mu Qiang'. Because of Mu Qiang, he clung to Fudge (not a pure-blood). Because of Mu Qiang, he turned against the Ministry of Magic, which was later controlled by Death Eaters.

It is true that one looks down on intelligent magical creatures, but when applied to the spectrum, it seems a bit extreme and ethnic...

To use a very common saying in previous historical travel articles: "Officials don't care who is the emperor, they only care about who can maintain their power."

(Personally understood, Umbridge is not a pure bloodist in the true sense)

Chapter 329 So Snape chose Lily

In fact, Snape took everything back and felt an inexplicable feeling...sadness about Malfoy's departure? anger? The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad?

No, it's neither, even he himself can't be sure.

Professor Snape stood on the viaduct and looked down. He didn't know what the right thing to do was. In the end, it seemed that nothing was protected. Now it seems that some of the favors he owed have not been repaid.

Thinking about it, he actually didn't seem to care that much about Malfoy... Strictly speaking, there was nothing worth caring about.

The name 'Malfoy' to him just means a guide, a friend who has been on the same side: because Malfoy also hates Potter who likes Muggles.

Like a sleepwalker, Snape stared blankly at the wooden boat leaving, and then returned to the basement to prepare lessons.

In Potions class the next afternoon, Snape could almost be described as a walking zombie. He said numbly: "Turn the book to... Today's creation is..."

Looking at the quiet classroom, he suddenly realized something and thought: 'Nothing seems to have changed? ’

Needless to say, Nietzsche and Hermione had to do whatever they wanted during class time without worrying about their cauldron exploding; other students whose potion skills were lagging behind were barely keeping up;

Oh, Harry Potter... Snape had no idea how obviously distracted he was.

"It's done!" Harry looked at the seven or eight empty seats in the classroom. He felt much better and prepared the potion smoothly.

"What?" Snape was so shocked that he came back to his senses, moved over silently and quickly, and fixed his gaze on the cauldron, "The vitality tonic looks like that, but I will test it..."

Everyone understood what the professor meant. It was nothing more than taking a small sip on the spot. Of course, the person who drank it was the producer himself.

If the person testing the potion was a professor, maybe he wouldn't have to wait until the fifth grade. The first grade would just mix up a bottle of potion and hand it to the professor.