Chapter 190

"Very good, it seems to be the real Lupin...Drink the antidote." The professor ordered.

Lupin, who showed his werewolf face, frightened Petunia and Dudley, and stared at Nietzsche with a questioning look.

The first to take the antidote was Tonks, who angrily left a cruel word: "If anything happens to Remus, Dumbledore can't protect you!"

She rushed to Lupin regardless of Black's obstruction, and forcefully pried open the other's hand that was protecting his face, as gentle as a mother feeding her child, and her back just blocked everyone's sight.

Snape not only did not think his behavior was shameful, but also felt that he did the right thing.

"Look, Lupin has to thank me." The professor said.

Except for Tonks who drank the medicine, no one could see Lupin's appearance as a werewolf, and I'm afraid she wouldn't say how ugly it would be.

The moonlight was dim, and the stars were like rain... Nietzsche and Hermione were concentrating on watching Lupin in front of them. The other party seemed to have been drained of strength, curled up in the witch's arms and twitched, and the newly grown werewolves began to fall off from the skin.

After a long time, Sirius walked over impatiently to check the situation.

"Remus? How do you feel?"

"I... I..." Lupin said hoarsely, and when Black came closer, he suddenly let out a howl, "Ah!"

This scared Black a lot, and he subconsciously used Animagus to turn into a big, sturdy black dog, grinning at the front, but it was just a joke, and Lupin was deliberately scaring him.

"I'm fine, but the potion tastes a bit bitter... Hahaha."

Even Sirius couldn't help cursing, but because of Animagus, it just turned into a few dog barks.

Except for the Dursleys, everyone laughed. Even Snape pursed his lips tightly and uttered a few twitching laughs directed at Sirius.

"Don't be afraid, Black. This is your favorite prank." The professor did not forget to sneer.

But for Petunia, who is about to enter the magic world, this is just the first step.

Chapter 298 Voldemort's First Counterattack

Amid the laughter of the wizards, Petunia and Dudley were taken away tremblingly. Only Vernon, a Muggle, was left in the huge house.

Who knows what will happen this summer vacation? Maybe next time it will not be just werewolves, but the other party still sticks to number four, Privet Drive, and can only watch his wife and son disappear in the flames.

"You can go with them." Hermione couldn't understand what was in this Muggle's head.

"And then?" Vernon held the double-barreled shotgun tightly and said angrily, "I have lived here for decades, this is my home... I... my son, Petunia... I want to keep it the same as before."

He put things in order, and according to his memory, he restored the teapot, cups, tables and chairs to their original positions.

Needless to say, Nietzsche knew that this man actually still loved his wife, Petunia Dursley, and just left after leaving a sentence "If you need me, you can always come to Wisteria Road to find me" .

And Snape did not go home either. He seemed to plan to stay here for the whole summer vacation to think about potions.

But Nietzsche was too lazy to care about the professor, so he simply moved back to the Granger family. The Grangers seemed to be unaware of their daughter's night outing, and still warmly welcomed Nietzsche as always.

The next morning, he sat in the dining room, looking at the fried cod and salad dressing in front of him, and was thinking in his heart whether Professor Snape would starve to death alone, when a huge firewood burst suddenly came from the living room fireplace.

Those green sparks floated from the living room, and under Mr. Granger's surprised eyes, they combined into a smoking red envelope.

"What is that?"

"Howler Letter..." Hermione grabbed the letter in her hand when she ran down from the bedroom, "It was sent from the Ministry of Magic, and my name and Nietzsche's name were written on it."

Nietzsche covered his ears, and seeing his behavior, Mr. Granger also plugged his ears with his fingers in a daze.

A ball of flame suddenly burst out of the Howler Letter, and the roar came from the mouth of the letter that was gradually burning. Because the ears were covered in advance, the sound was not harsh, just enough for people to hear.

"All the Dementors in Azkaban have deserted their posts, and a large number of Death Eaters have escaped from prison. They are coming!"

The water in the cup was vibrated with ripples because of the roar, and the jelly pudding was also shaking. It sounded like a warning from Director Scrimgeour. When the sound ended, the letter was also burned by the flames.

It was like a stone thrown into a pond. The process was very fast, but it instantly broke the peaceful atmosphere.

"What do you mean? Dementors?" Wendell Granger didn't have a wizard sister like Mrs. Dursley, and this was the first time he heard of this creature. "What does a dark wizard escaping prison have to do with you?"

Mr. Granger seemed to really think that his daughter was just doing a legitimate business... But, that was in the past.

"A creature that can absorb happiness and souls. Remember those patients who became vegetative overnight? That was their masterpiece leftovers." Nietzsche sighed, "It seems to be faster than expected."

He thought that the affairs of the Muggle world could at least delay the Ministry of Magic for a while, at least trap the Dementors, but now it seems that it is still not possible.

The few Muggles before were just a sweet treat. Nietzsche knew that it was only a matter of time before Dementors betrayed the Ministry of Magic, but he didn't expect the process to be faster than he imagined. That's right, after all, wizards can't kill Dementors.

"You and Mom shouldn't go out at night." Hermione said majestically.

Perhaps it was a habit developed from her profession. Her expression was no longer like an ordinary student, but more like a leader.

However, Mr. Granger waited for a long time, but didn't wait for the rest, so he turned his head and looked at Nietzsche again, hoping that he could say something... But to Mr. Granger's disappointment, the people who didn't want to go out were 'them', not 'us'.

"But what about you? No, this kind of thing should have nothing to do with you."

"We are preventing... To be precise, we are delaying the Third World War. Hermione and I have monopolized the new technology. In a sense, we need to declare war." Nietzsche comforted softly.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't care?"

"Yes, that's why I have to step in and solve it."

"You mean..." Mr. Granger blinked, and it took him a while to figure out the relationship between Nietzsche and the Ministry of Magic, "Ah... I see."

He couldn't say anything to refute, the logic was very smooth: because the Ministry of Magic needed to solve the problem of pure-bloods bullying Hermione, and the Ministry of Magic belonged to Nietzsche, so Nietzsche needed to take action.

Nietzsche finished the fried cod slowly, then took out the black walnut wand, walked to the door, squatted down, and the wand made a rustling sound. A rune '?' (Fehu) appeared below.

It was very inconspicuous, and it disappeared after flashing twice.

As the most brutal and arrogant Dark Lord of his generation, Voldemort would not allow Muggles and the Ministry of Magic to oppose him. Dementors were just the vanguard...

Thinking of this, Nietzsche ran to the living room and called Mycroft Holmes, saying calmly: "Isn't Moran the second-in-charge of the Homeland Security Strategy Bureau? Tell him that Privet Drive will be in big trouble."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone at first, so he thought his uncle had fallen asleep while eating dessert again.

"What about you? Don't you plan to join forces?..." Mycroft chuckled and continued, "I know what happened between you, but I was under great pressure to make you the first person in charge to the Prime Minister."

The royal family slimmed down and attracted investment...and these wealth were invested in social welfare and new military technology, which made the Prime Minister's reputation in the UK flourish and his power even greater.

Nietzsche could understand that if he were the Prime Minister, he would also protect Moriarty and others.

"I wish they would die!" He cursed into the phone, then sighed, "You know, the Ministry of Magic can't spare any extra Aurors to help you...Okay, I'll let you take on the Death Eaters' first counterattack."

In any case, he couldn't involve the Ministry of Magic, so he would rather go to the battlefield himself.

"Are you sure they will only be at Privet Drive?" Mycroft asked again, and a series of typing sounds came from the other end of the phone.

"Sure."

"Okay, I'll ask the Prime Minister to gather S.H.D. on your side, and those house elves will be in charge of this."

"Does the Prime Minister trust them very much?"

"Of course, who doesn't like a responsible social tool."

"That's good."

(Rivers of blood! Hahaha!!)

Chapter 299 Tonight, rivers of blood

"Can we establish a connection with Voldemort?" Nietzsche wanted to confirm the commonality between Horcruxes again.

"You know this is an irreversible process, right? Once my soul and Voldemort's soul are connected, this place will be exposed." Marvolo said, "Are you sure you don't want to tell Dumbledore?"

Marvolo's soul was originally a part of Voldemort's soul, but through resurrection and the split memory, he formed an independent personality. Therefore, he is more controllable than Harry Potter in the past.

In other words, Marvolo can choose whether to open the vision between the Horcruxes.

"Then let's go." Nietzsche did not answer directly, but just pulled the other party away from Baker Street and knocked on the door of No. 4 Privet Drive.

He knew that Dumbledore would not allow him to do this. Once Voldemort's forces were attracted, the disaster caused would be incalculable, and no one knew how many Muggles would die.

But he knew the harm better than the great headmaster---instead of letting Voldemort sneakily attack, it would be better to transfer the conflict to the Prime Minister, so that he could sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight...

Nietzsche no longer cared how many people would die, he only cared how much the enemy's forces could be wiped out.

The lights were still on in the living room. Vernon Dursley dragged his heavy body from the bedroom on the second floor and opened the door for the two of them. His beard was trimmed like a walrus beard, and it was twisting with his lips in excitement.

It seemed that Vernon didn't know how to face Nietzsche, because he was a powerful wizard in both worlds.

"He will stay here to replace Harry Potter and protect you." Nietzsche hung his hat on the hanger and ordered like the owner of the house, "No matter what you hear, don't go out..."

"Those ghosts are coming?" Vernon swallowed his throat, his face livid.

"Yes, because Marvolo will use his brain to create a false message to Voldemort, making him mistakenly think that Harry is still in your house, so it will be very lively tonight."

"What about the others?" Marvolo asked, "What about landlord Hudson and your father?"

Nietzsche looked at the wall clock in the living room. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. When the Grangers got off work at four o'clock and went home early, Hermione had already taken Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock to her own home.

The rune would work with the blood alliance between him and Hermione: as long as either of them was alive, the magic of the Granger family would not be interrupted.

"Don't worry, your milk and cookies will not be interrupted." Nietzsche joked about Mrs. Hudson.

He asked Marvolo to sit on the sofa in the living room, and he looked at the illusory scene constructed by the sunken sofa cushions opposite.

Human memory is retrospective. When recalling what happened in the past, it is not necessarily what really happened at the time, which will cause some errors. Therefore, wizards created the Pensieve.

Voldemort is not a fool. He may doubt the authenticity of the message, but what if it is... half true and half false?

"There is a way. You change 'Harry left the Dursleys' to 'will leave'." Nietzsche said, looking at the destroyed fireplace.

Harry left yesterday, and Marvolo only needs to change yesterday's events to today, or simply block any concept of time and only pass a vague message to Voldemort.

And this message is a clue that Nietzsche deliberately left to guide Voldemort's thinking.

Marvolo did not speak, but narrowed his eyes and concentrated on replaying what happened yesterday in his mind.

Marvolo frowned and his breathing began to slow down, while Nietzsche crossed his fingers in front of his nose, quietly waiting for the transmission between souls to be completed, and listened to the other party's unconscious hissing.

'That must be painful...' Nietzsche thought.

Because Marvolo Sisyphus looked like he was about to collapse, with green bean-sized sweat oozing from his forehead, and his eyes turned into a long vertical pupil. After a long time, the fingers on his thighs suddenly began to twitch.

"It's Petunia... that Muggle woman... he's targeting her..." Marvolo said hoarsely, "he's been fooled."

"Son of the Beach!" Vernon clutched his pillow in shock and anger, cursing the noseless Dark Lord.

"Potter met him in the first grade, and I saw his memory... Listen to me, Holmes, your decision is correct, Voldemort's target is indeed Petunia Dursley."

First grade?

Nietzsche recalled the past, he remembered that Voldemort was possessed by Professor Quirrell at the time, but died in the end... But now think about it, it should be 'died' by the protective magic in Harry's body.

With the resurrection of the Goblet of Fire, Voldemort realized that he had missed a superior Horcrux, so he turned his spearhead to Petunia---as the key to open the ancient magic.

If Petunia died, the magic on Harry would naturally disappear.

Harry was the sword that stabbed Voldemort, and the sword was stored in a treasure chest called the Dursleys'... So, who would not keep the 'key' properly?

"It seems that the feeling of soul connection is not pleasant." Nietzsche waved his wand and draped the blanket over the other person.

After just a short connection, Marvolo's lips began to turn white, as if he was soaked in an icy black lake, and the heat in his body was exhausted. He was shivering in the thin blanket.

And he still looked doubtful about life.

"The only thing I realized was how stupid I was at the time." Marvolo said, "Even if I absorbed Ginny's life and possessed her, I still couldn't change the fact that I was a Horcrux."

This is why Nietzsche was not afraid of Marvolo's betrayal: only one of the other person and Voldemort could survive.

"It's like a pair of hands pried your brain apart and stuffed some memories that didn't belong to you... Then it was like being burned by fire, and it was messed up." Marvolo tried to describe the feeling of soul connection.

Vernon couldn't say anything. Originally, he was in a mood to laugh at the joke, but when he thought of Harry Potter, he suddenly put away the sarcasm in his heart.

You know, this feeling is what Harry experiences every year.

"So...so that kid is Jesus to wizards?" Vernon said bitterly.

Jesus volunteered to be crucified and endured suffering for the world, so that people could live without worries. It was not a bad thing for Harry in the past, after all, he was also bearing suffering that did not belong to him for wizards.

Oh, but Harry might be more painful, after all, Jesus' scar was on his hand, while Harry's was on his forehead.

But look at Harry who is now free from suffering...

Because of Nietzsche, God is dead.

The sun quietly set, leaving only the moonlight, everything returned to calm, people in the daytime returned to their houses early, and the air was filled with sultry and soft grass smell.