Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

And what Nietzsche wanted was the connection they had with the outside world.

"Ahem... He meant that this would stimulate the emotions of those people and thus motivate them." Hermione cleared her throat and hurried to smooth things over.

Seeing that Nietzsche didn't respond, she bumped into him impatiently.

"Oh, yes, that's right. Anyway, it can be perfected within a year." He stammered.

"Anyway, as long as it works, it's fine." Howard acted like a hands-off boss, "Anyway, I'll split it with you 50-50. It's up to you how much you want to earn."

He seemed to have given up struggling.

"You're just not going to care?!" Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"Hey~ My main business is selling arms." Howard said dissatisfiedly, "And I've signed a confidentiality agreement. No matter what, I won't lose money. At most, I won't make any money... This amount of money is not enough for me to have a party."

The girl looked at his lazy look, as if she remembered something irritating, so she stepped on Nietzsche with the heel of her boot.

So irresponsible!

Volume 1: Chapter 139 Guests from France

It was a hot afternoon.

Hermione dragged her tired body and climbed out of bed at noon. She came downstairs and took the iced soda from the refrigerator. She saw a note on the table.

Looking at the message on it, the tingling feeling of bubbles blooming on the tip of her tongue made her fall into deep thought...

It said: 'Hermione, we are going to France for a few days. We were going to tell you, but we found that you always go out early and come back late in the summer vacation. You are very busy, so we helped you refund the ticket :)'

Hermione couldn't help asking herself---is she really in person?

"Paris, France... If you don't want me to be a light bulb, just say it~" Hermione stepped on the floor barefoot, sat lazily on the sofa, put the cold bottle on her forehead, looked at the chandelier above her head and began to talk to herself.

But she immediately thought of something more important: Will there be another little Granger?

Well...

After all, Hermione's future doesn't need them to worry about it. Now she won't starve to death no matter how hard she works, and she's not an ordinary civil servant who works hard, and the Grangers are not the kind of people who can spend money when they have free time,

So according to the changes in her parents now, it is likely that they will.

"Long live!"

RQ /

She is the only one at home! !

Hermione first inspected the whole house, and after confirming that her parents really went out for a trip, she immediately let herself go.

She first stepped hard on her mother's ladylike request, then unbuttoned her clothes without scruples, exposing her collarbone, and then lay on the sofa with her hair disheveled, turning up the TV volume to the maximum.

Happy time is about to begin~

When you are hungry, go out to find food, when you are thirsty, drink cold drinks from the refrigerator crazily, and when you don't want to watch TV, sit on the swing in the back garden with a book...

No need to go to class, no need to deal with people...Arthur is on top, Merlin is on the bottom.

Perhaps because of the surname Holmes, her imaginary vacation was ruthlessly broken in the afternoon - the headmaster Dumbledore, whom she admired, suddenly appeared outside the back door of the yard.

Behind him was a white-haired old man, obviously Gellert.

"Principal Dumbledore?"

"Sorry, Miss Granger, I want to entrust you with something." The headmaster held Riddle's diary in one hand and grabbed the fence with the other hand. "This is an old friend of mine in France."

Gellert looked at the girl in front of him with his yellow and blue eyes in confusion.

"Grendel~" He gave himself a pseudonym by spelling the surname 'Grindelwald' in Old German.

But this made Hermione's eyes even more strange. She understood the reason, but why did this French friend of Dumbledore have such a strong German accent?

The atmosphere suddenly became hellish.

"Don't you want to..." Hermione didn't open the door immediately. She got up and talked to them across the fence.

This was her last stubbornness.

"Grendel doesn't like the reception at the Ministry of Magic, so I was thinking if I could let you entertain him... Actually, I was thinking of Harry Potter at first, but their family doesn't welcome people like me." Dumbledore acted very apologetic.

This is a lie~

In fact, even Gellert Grindelwald couldn't figure out what tricks Albus was playing.

Although he was indeed interested in Nietzsche, it had nothing to do with Hermione Granger in front of him... Wait, could it be that this was the student that Dumbledore really favored and trusted?

'Goodbye, my little vacation alone...' Hermione said goodbye sadly in her heart.

Perhaps seeing the other party's difficulty and reluctance, Dumbledore added: "This is one of your Defense Against the Dark Arts professors this year. Maybe you can... ahem... prepare in advance."

Gellert was kicked, so he nodded in cooperation.

Well, this did arouse a lot of interest in Hermione, and it sounded like there was more than one Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.

"One?" She finally opened the back door of the yard.

"Yes, in order to prevent similar incidents from happening again in the school and to ensure the safety of Hogwarts, I decided to hire another professor assistant. Okay, I'll go to the school to announce it..." Dumbledore handed the diary to Gellert and gave him a warning look.

Before Hermione could continue to speak, the principal turned around and disappeared out of thin air, leaving only Gellert Grindelwald and Hermione looking at each other.

wait a minute! Principal, since you are a professor, why can't you let the school entertain you? !

"Miss Granger, can I come in and sit for a while?" Gellert really couldn't keep silent, so he was the first to break the silence between the two of them, "Are you sure you want a 110-year-old man to stand here and accompany you? daze?"

Hermione moved blankly out of the way.

As Gellert walked inside, he looked at everything around him curiously. In his impression, Muggles were crowded into small and dilapidated apartments at that time, rather than having large residential areas like they do now.

The streets are not that clean either. Most of them are stone pavements filled with oil and wastewater, and no one cleans them. The heavy rains in England will only wash away everything.

He was in a daze - he didn't expect that the Muggles could maintain relative peace despite powerful weapons.

"Um...Mr. Glendale, you..."

Gellert turned his head and looked at her, his sharp eyes making Hermione's heart tremble.

This man is not someone to be trifled with.

"How are your grades in school?" He took the right to speak in his own hands, patted his clothes before sitting on the soft sofa.

Feeling the comfort and cool breeze around him, Grindelwald felt relaxed... This feeling was something he hadn't experienced in a long time. Even after he 'retired', he stayed alone in the castle.

Even if he eats, it is enough to ensure that he will not starve to death.

Speaking of her grades, Hermione couldn't help but feel proud: "It's just average, just first in age."

"Hmm... It's really average." Grindelwald said coldly, "I thought that as Albus's favorite student, you would have something unique."

For the first time, Hermione didn't want to respect her elders so much. What does 'really average' mean?

She was just being mean and being modest, how could this man take it seriously...wait a minute, he said he was Principal Dumbledore's favorite student?

It turns out that Dumbledore entrusted his centenarian friend to him, of course because of trust, otherwise why didn't he go to Nietzsche? Thinking of this, Hermione found another thing to show off to Nietzsche.

But when she looked at the skinny old man, she began to worry again: she was really not good at dealing with such a eccentric wizard.

One Nietzsche was enough for her.

"Ahem... If you are thirsty, you can get water in the kitchen. If you are bored... this is the remote control. You can turn on the TV." Hermione didn't want to care about this mess anymore, so she lay down on her own. on the sofa.

"I know these Muggle things." Grindelwald said impatiently, "Is this all?"

"Then what else do you want? If you want to go to the bar, I won't stop you..."

"I mean you! You little wizard...can't you learn something during the summer vacation?" Gellert was disappointed by his old friend's eyes.

Alas~ Every student that Dumbledore paid attention to was always obsessed with something other than magic.

The last one was magical beasts, and now this one is a thing invented by Muggles, and Riddle, who only cares about magic, is still a madman obsessed with immortality... Thinking of this, Gellert began to shake his head and sigh.

The wizards are really getting worse every time.

"I'm underage, do you want me to be expelled from the British Ministry of Magic?" Hermione was lying on the sofa, one of her fair legs hanging beside the sofa, her toes dangling in mid-air with her slippers hooked up.

Maybe the laws of each country are different.

But Grindelwald did not give up. He tried his best to find out what was worthy of Dumbledore's attention in this little Muggle wizard.

Grindelwald continued: "In fact... you can exploit loopholes with wandless spellcasting."

"I'm only in third grade this year." Hermione said, covering her face.

"You can't even cast spells without a wand?" He clicked his tongue, "Okay, how about using an anti-tracking spell to block Trace Silk?"

Hermione shook her head blankly.

This made Grindelwald break his guard. He didn't know anything and didn't adopt magical animals. Dumbledore couldn't do it because she was a good Gryffindor student, right?

He poked the diary with his skinny index finger, and his nails scratched deep marks on the cover.

No, he didn't believe that Hermione Granger was an ordinary little lion!

------(The fox’s trace setting in this book)

Regarding Zongsi, Rowling has never given complete information.

Although from the second Chamber of Secrets, it can be determined that the trace magic is acting on the wizard himself through "Dobby used magic and was mistaken by the Ministry of Magic as Harry Potter violating the rules."

But... Rowling started eating books again! !

During the follow-up visit to Arthur Weasley's family, magic was used several times. Logically speaking, Harry should also have received a warning. After all, Arthur Weasley blew up the Dursley's fireplace. Fixed again.

So this can be regarded as the fox's second creation - the wand is the bridge between the underage wizard and Zongsi.

The connection will only be established when the wand containing the trace is next to the wizard (which also brings back the plot of the previous use of Quirrell's wand).

Therefore, the setting of this book---in addition to the legal loopholes that can be exploited by wandless spellcasting; when a wizard leaves a wand with a trace at home and then uses another wand in other places, he will not expose himself.

(Tsk... Anyway, every HP fan has different settings for Zongsi)

Volume 1: Chapter 140 So Gellert wanted to see her clearly

Gellert's life pattern is completely different from Nietzsche's.

As soon as the summer sky brightened, Hermione could see 'Grendel' sitting alone in the dining room, eating buttered bread while flipping through the history books taken out from the study (all Muggle world history).

You know, at this time, Nietzsche usually still hugged the pillow and slept soundly.

After hearing the girl's footsteps on the stairs, he pointed to the plate opposite him.

Hermione looked at the blanket on the sofa, and then looked at the breakfast on her plate. She didn't know who was taking care of whom for a while.

"Don't dislike my cooking skills. After all, I haven't been in the kitchen for a long time." Grindelwald licked his lips, "In addition, to show my gratitude, I will start to help you 'preview' this year's Defense Against the Dark Magic."

Hermione couldn't refuse this wonderful suggestion.

If she wants to maintain the throne of 'first in grade' for a long time, she must work harder than Nietzsche.

After thinking about the recent stable days, the girl nodded mechanically.

"Professor Grendel, did you graduate from a magic school in Germany?" Hermione took a small bite and found that the bread was very crisp, not burnt or soft, so she opened the refrigerator and scooped a large spoonful of ice cream on it.

What? It is forbidden to eat cold food in the morning?

Hermione completely threw her mother's words behind her and enjoyed the ice cream sandwich.

"At first I was in Durmstrang, then I dropped out early, first came to England to travel, made friends with Albus, and then studied the dark magic in France." Grindelwald simply summarized his life.

"Drop out?" Hermione is very sensitive to this word.

You know, Durmstrang is a recognized dark magic school.

"Germany was very conservative at the time. Because of the First World War of Muggles, people were more sensitive to blood issues. I didn't like that environment very much, so because of some... you know, I used the dark magic I invented to teach a few people a lesson."

This is the question he has been thinking about for so many years:

Wizards and Muggles cannot be completely separated, and both sides will be affected by each other's problems.

Although Grindelwald had been isolated from the world for so many years, it did not affect his eloquence at all. Soon, he described himself as a victim of the environment. Empathy made Hermione feel some sympathy.

But this sympathy disappeared because of the following "preview".

Grindelwald placed the diary containing Riddle on the table in the living room and moved all the objects around him away.