Chapter 191

The whole Privet Drive was like a wand with the flames turned off. Apart from a few street lamps, there were only the sounds of conversations coming from other houses.

With Voldemort's terrorist attack and the wolves that could suddenly walk upright, the Muggles felt that the world had suddenly become very strange...

Something strange happened. The sky that was originally full of stars suddenly became dark without a trace of light, and Nietzsche, who was waiting at the door of the Dursleys, also noticed that every breath he took could bring out white air.

Here they come.

Everything seemed to fall into the abyss of the seabed, and Nietzsche closed the door without hesitation in the face of this deep and oppressive darkness.

He began to listen carefully. In this endless darkness, he heard hoarse panting and a smell as stinky as a corpse, as well as a whisper and a hideous laugh.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Nietzsche's wand hanging on the edge of his trouser leg emitted a ball of silver light mist as the spell fell, and then a rune snake hovered around him.

The light emitted by the patronus pierced through the darkness. He saw dense black spots appearing on the street, and several Dementors were growing fangs and claws towards him. When touched by the rune snake, they let out a hoarse and sharp whistle.

"Are they all here?" Nietzsche cleared his throat and howled outside the yard.

Some of them were pale-skinned, fanged vampires belonging to the living dead; ferocious werewolves... they were staring at him with greedy eyes.

This was simply a group photo of dark creatures, all of them were misfits who were in league with Voldemort.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the freak alliance." Nietzsche laughed.

"Don't shout... hand over the Muggles, otherwise you will become one of us." The vampire wizard threatened.

"Just your teeth? Who do you think you are talking to?" Nietzsche grinned and raised his wand, using magic to forcibly pull off the vampire's teeth, "Voldemort gave you too much courage."

Blood flowed out of the vampire's mouth, making the other creatures ready to move.

They pressed forward step by step, but just as Privet Drive was surrounded, a series of crackling sounds rang out, and then a strong light suddenly appeared behind those things. It was not a Patronus spell, but it was more violent than that:

The spell like rain came through Wisteria Road.

Tonight, Privet Drive is destined to be a river of blood.

Chapter 300 A battle that hurts both sides

It was the house elves who used Apparition to bring reinforcements. Under the beam of the spell, Nietzsche could barely see that the supporting soldiers were all wearing white armor and helmets, and they were shooting and advancing in an orderly manner.

Those E-11 magic blasters played an important role. Those Muggles only needed to pull the trigger to fire an explosive spell that could rival that of an adult wizard.

At first, those creatures were caught off guard by the ambushed S.H.D. (Strategic Homeland Security Agency) and were wailing all over the place by the fully automatic spells.

But when they reacted, the slightly stronger werewolves and vampires picked up the bodies of their companions and supported them in front of themselves, and those Dementors did not need to hide, the spell would only pass through their smoky bodies.

"It's an ambush! An ambush by Muggles!" a werewolf roared.

But they also knew their goals, leaving some red hats and vampires to cooperate with Dementors to kill those Muggles, and the other part rushed towards the Dursleys.

The dark creatures only had instincts left, and they had no idea what fear and death were. The first one died, and the second one filled it up, and they tore a gap in the SHD troops.

The white armor with ceramic inserts began to break under the tearing of fangs and claws, and the black nylon began to ooze blood. Only with blood, those half-dead werewolves and vampires could jump again in the next second.

Nietzsche watched the Dementors grab those Muggles and suck their souls, and also let the Patronus move away half a step.

The collision of spells and flesh and blood, the contest between primitive instincts and wills, made the once clean streets of Privet Drive become fragmented, with limbs and broken pieces everywhere, and the explosion sounded the alarm of the surrounding cars...

"Buzz---"

Just as Voldemort's vanguard troops stepped into the garden, Nietzsche set off. The braking spell gave him extremely fast explosive power, and he waved his hand to kill several werewolves.

The bats transformed by vampires intended to break the glass and rush in. Although they were born Animagus, they could not use magic during the transformation, and they were just flesh and blood.

To be honest, Nietzsche really likes this kind of exciting feeling... When the lightsaber slashed through the red hat holding the iron rod and the magic crushed the bat, he could feel a kind of excitement similar to kissing Hermione.

It was as if... as if he was completely alive at this moment.

A vampire took advantage of the time when his companions were separated from each other and crawled out from under the misty rotten robe of the Dementor and landed behind Nietzsche. Its pale and dry hand had already turned the door handle, but the next second...

"Ahhh! My hand... My hand!"

Nietzsche looked back and found that the vampire had left a hand on the door of the Dursleys' house. Looking along the cross-section, the flowers were cut off wherever the spell passed.

It was Professor Snape, who completed his initiation ceremony---cutting his hand.

"How did you lead Voldemort here?"

"Find something for the Prime Minister to do." Nietzsche picked up the wand and pinched a few Death Eaters.

"Do you know that you put all the Muggles here in danger?" The professor frowned, then chanted a few spells, causing a heat flow to rise around and protect the Dursleys.

"No, I just let Voldemort notice the obstruction of the Muggle Prime Minister."

Nietzsche felt irritated. He certainly understood how absurd his behavior was. This behavior of putting others in danger would not be allowed by Sherlock, but this was the embodiment of the gap.

At first, he also wanted to find evidence, thinking that evidence could make the procedure execute justice, but failed.

Only Mycroft would understand the deep helplessness, looking at those ugly faces but helpless, he didn't want to live in this kind of failure all his life...

"This is not just Voldemort! It would be better if Voldemort could kill Moriarty first!"

Snape was responsible for protection, and Nietzsche was responsible for slaughter.

Nietzsche was already disgusted with those red tapes.

In order to prevent these things from escaping through Apparition, he first killed the Death Eaters and the werewolves that had not yet fully transformed, while the Rune Snake Patronus bit the Dementors.

Human wave tactics...may be useful for Muggles, but facing the whip-like fire, the flesh of those who are willing to degenerate into Voldemort's followers will be burned to ashes at the slightest touch of sparks.

With his joining, the S.H.D. troops began to slowly restore order, following Nietzsche's cloak and sweeping to the left and right.

In the dark night, red beams of light flashed back and forth on the street. Every time the light disappeared, it represented the lightsaber entering the body, and every time it lit up, it represented the passing of a dirty life.

When the last follower of Voldemort died, the entire S.H.D. force was almost dead or wounded.

"Sir..." Dark red blood seeped out from the cracks in the white armor, which was very conspicuous, and those voices came out faintly from the broken fully enclosed helmet.

They didn't know it was a conspiracy, and they were glad to be alive.

"Is it a werewolf bite?" Nietzsche hid in the darkness, suppressing his complex emotions, "You know what this means."

"I know, Commander Moran said the harm of wolfsbane... I obey Commander Moran's arrangements." The injured soldier stammered.

"Even if it means death?"

The remaining five people were silent, and only weak breathing sounds could be heard from their helmets.

"Okay, just a joke... your numbers." Nietzsche made a choice in his heart. He could let these victims continue to fall into their deserved fate, but he still chose a compromise.

"Belong to the 501st Unit, sir."

"Okay, follow the house elves to burn these bodies." Nietzsche glanced at the street with disgust and continued, "I'll take care of the rest."

The streets were destroyed all day, and it was estimated that some ordinary people were also hiding at home and peeking out.

But Nietzsche didn't care about anything else. He turned off the street lights that had been relit due to the disappearance of the Dementors, raised his wand, and with the help of the repair spell, the damaged streets and fences became the same as before.

The bodies of the dark creatures were piled up, and after the fire was swept, nothing was left.

Should I save them? Or not?

He looked up at the deep blue sky, and he really didn't know when these things would end...

(The 501st Legion is a Star Wars stalk---Vader's Fist)

Chapter 301 Lockhart's most promising episode

Such a big thing happened on Privet Drive. Anyone who is not blind or caged can see the extent of the exchange of fire last night. Although the streets were intact the next morning, everyone could smell that smell...

That strong smell of blood, as if the whole street was smeared with the blood of cattle and sheep, the Muggles rushed to talk about the beams of light and hoarse howling at night.

In the few days when Nietzsche made the Dark Moon Potion, many discussions spread throughout the UK through radio and television.

He listened to the radio he had brought from the Dursleys' house, played with the prepared potion on the table, and was thinking about the survivors of the 501st Unit. It was not that he was soft-hearted, but that he found an opportunity to win people's hearts.

"Open the door! Holmes... I know you are in there!" But on this morning, the door of Wisteria Road was suddenly pounded hard.

This is a strange thing. The voice sounds like a man, but it is not the loud voice of Vernon Dursley, so... who would come to the door at this time?

Snape, who was lying on the sofa, turned over and opened his eyes with boredom. The two pairs of eyes full of bloodshot because of staying up late to make the Dark Moon Potion collided with each other.

"Tell him to shut up." Snape said coldly.

It seems that there is no need to guess who the other party is looking for...

Nietzsche took out his wand helplessly, intending to let the other party be quiet for a while. He opened the door sleepily and found that Gilderoy Lockhart, who was wearing a gray-blue suit and had a fist, almost hit his forehead.

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"I'm crazy?" Lockhart said excitedly and in a low voice like a lawyer who loudly defended in court, "Do you know how big a mess you have made? All Muggles are digging for news about wizards."

He paused, looked furtively at the cars passing by and above his head, and then squeezed into this empty room in a panic.

"The lights aren't on, and there's a bunch of smelly potions..." Lockhart said, holding his nose in disgust.

"I didn't ask you to come over for a visit!" Nietzsche interrupted the other person's chat, yawning, and impatiently raised his wand, emitting a dangerous red light.

"Well, I'm a great contributor." Lockhart said, "You know... I'm close to those Muggles called ministers and councilors. I heard that they were planning to release some wizard news, but I didn't let them do it..."

As Lockhart spoke, he tapped his head with his fingers.

Needless to say, Nietzsche could guess the 'method' from his confident look. He must have used a memory spell to modify the memories of some Muggle councilors, so that they would temporarily forget about it.

But on the other hand, he suddenly looked at Lockhart squarely. He didn't expect that this guy would stand on the stage every day to perform and be so close to those councilors...

"How do you know these things?" Nietzsche asked.

"Of course, those Muggles said so themselves. Speaking of which, they seem to be very afraid of me, the nominal founder of the flying car." Lockhart said proudly, "They even asked me personally what to do next."

Looking at his carefree look, Nietzsche suddenly realized something---the Muggles seemed to have recognized the wrong person.

On weekdays, Lockhart always dressed himself up like a peacock, keen to attract other people's attention. In addition, Nietzsche and Hermione evacuated the wizard factory, and some members of parliament seemed to recognize Lockhart as a wizard from the Prime Minister's faction.

"So you helped me on your own initiative." Nietzsche said.

"What a big deal~ We are the best partners..." Lockhart pretended to be righteous and smiled meanly, "If you want to count, I can at least count you as half a guide."

Looking at this guy, he is indeed an independent uncertainty factor. Because of his usual style, he has not been affected at all.

First, Lockhart was just a nominal founder of the factory. Second, he did not express his support for the Ministry of Magic. It can be said that Hermione's withdrawal of the alchemical equipment had nothing to do with him. He should take the money.

Nietzsche laughed at himself in his heart: It's really a good thing for a fool to have a fool's luck.

Looking at the other party's smug look, just short of writing "Praise me quickly" on his face, Nietzsche suddenly had a good idea in his mind.

He said: "No, this is a good opportunity. You can agree to the proposal of those congressmen and release the news about wizards, but if you are the one who releases the news about wizards..."

Lockhart was dumbfounded, his big eyes were full of confusion and suspicion.

"Are you going to put me on the grill again?"

"No, what do you mean by 'again', Gilderoy? Help people to the end~" Nietzsche touched his upper and lower lips and said, "You are responsible for representing the face of wizards. Voldemort can't take this away."

It's only a matter of time before they are exposed. Instead of letting Muggles have a stereotype of wizards because of Death Eaters and Voldemort, it's better to establish an image of being handsome, rich, and always in the upper class.

Look! Isn't the use of the peacock here?

"Anyway, you have seen Voldemort resurrected, so why not make the story more vivid."

Lockhart, as a great contributor to the promotion of the magic flying car, already has the support of a group of Muggles. He took the initiative to admit that he was a wizard in order to bring fun and safety to the people.

Then Nietzsche grabbed a bottle of Dark Moon Potion and stuffed it in without waiting for him to react.

In the room with the curtains drawn, the light blue fluorescence in the black potion was very conspicuous, and Lockhart was stunned for a moment.

"This is the antidote that can cure wolfsbane... Now that the Strategic Homeland Security Bureau has just been established, no one cares about logistics and welfare, but you can chew this hard-to-bite piece of bread." Nietzsche's voice was like the devil's whisper, bewitching.

Logistics and arms supply are the Prime Minister's hobbies, and the only thing no one cares about is welfare.

Welfare is money, and no one wants to do this losing business, except Nietzsche... He knows how powerful the 'Dark Moon Potion' in his hand is, which is enough to completely change a population.

The superiors only regard life as a simple number in the war, and he wants to dig out this breakthrough.

"Can this thing really cure wolfsbane?" Lockhart said doubtfully.

"Wait a minute... Lockhart, you just need to propose SHD's medical support. Believe me, no one will care. If you don't believe me, you can first take the test to the team No. 501, where there are several patients."

In a small-scale battle, wolfsbane will make the Muggles helpless, and everyone wants to take this hot potato.

And all Lockhart needs to do is wait. When all the Muggles are exhausted and intend to give up the soldiers infected with wolfsbane, he only needs to prepare a few potions for those soldiers to gain a large number of loyalty.