Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Nietzsche counted his fingers, and Hermione's eyelids jumped every time he said a method that sounded unreliable.

Grindelwald was not much better, because Hermione's eyes seemed to say, "Is this the prophecy you advocate?" His face darkened little by little, and finally he picked up the walnut in his hand and shut the other person's mouth.

"I mean the real prophecy, not the kind of thing that Muggles can learn." Grindelwald was very confident in this regard.

During the days when he was entrusted to the Granger family, he read a lot of Muggle books.

Regarding his previous prophecies, he also understood how to operate... But this was too late for him, so late that he almost realized the operation of the "prophecy" when he was about to die.

Unfortunately, he did not seize the opportunity of the Muggle World War II.

"The future under the real prophecy is the inevitable result of countless coincidences. A smart fortune teller should not only watch, but also grasp those coincidences in his own hands."

Hermione shrugged and helplessly released the school owl.

In any case, the school did not say that students could not take all the courses at once, or note on the course form: a maximum of three to four courses can be taken, which means that the school allows students to take all the courses.

As for the method, she believed that the professors would always find a way.

Later, a week before the start of the school year, the Grangers finally came back, but when Mr. Granger, who was covered with various shopping bags, saw Nietzsche dozing on the sofa, he felt complicated.

That feeling was a mixture of entanglement, reluctance and hesitation. He almost began to consider what to call his grandson.

But when Mrs. Granger walked into the kitchen, she saw another surprising thing-her daughter was propping up the crucible on the stove to make potions, and the chopping board was full of chopped valerian roots and lavender, as well as a strange old man behind her.

After a brief explanation, they still got to know the French guest.

"Good morning, if you don't mind, you can have some freshly baked sausages." Grindelwald looked much tougher after being groomed and changed into clothes in Diagon Alley.

He was very gentle, unlike his previous impatience.

Originally, Hermione was worried that Professor Grendel would not get along well with ordinary people, after all, most old wizards are very old-fashioned, but after seeing the professor's attitude of taking a step back, she was finally relieved.

"Not bad..." Mrs. Granger used eating to ease the embarrassment, "By the way, aren't you French? Why is your accent and food German?"

The atmosphere became hell again.

"Because I hate Paris." Grindelwald answered quickly, almost blurting it out.

He hated Paris, France, nothing else.

Volume 1: Chapter 146 Bustling Diagon Alley

After a few days, the Grangers got used to having an extra guest at home, but there was nothing wrong with it, because the professor's speech and manners were very elegant, and he would use magic to solve everything perfectly.

And he could also take Hermione and Nietzsche to Diagon Alley to buy new books instead of the two of them.

But when Hermione came to the Leaky Cauldron again, she found a new regular customer here - Harry Potter. He yawned, got up from the bed lazily like Nietzsche, and stretched in the sun at the door.

After Harry enjoyed the free breakfast, he could go to the cold drink shop to do his homework under the guidance of Florin Fusco, and get a box of free ice cream in less than half an hour.

Just after finishing the magic history paper, Harry saw Hermione and Nietzsche walking in front of an old wizard.

"I'm here!" He greeted enthusiastically.

Nietzsche rarely saw the joy on Harry's face. His whole body revealed a yearning for freedom, as if a lion was untied and ran out of the circus.

As a friend, he was also happy... mastering oneself is more worth celebrating.

"You are here to buy new books, be careful of those monster books, I was bitten twice when I was packing my schoolbag." Harry looked at Grindelwald curiously, then raised his hand to stroke his hair and cover the scar on his forehead.

But Grindelwald was not interested in Harry Potter, even if he was called the 'savior'.

He was more curious about the other party's mentality - many people will get lost in those empty titles, especially such children, who are more likely to lose themselves.

But it seems pretty good for now.

"Hehe, I don't think her backpack can hold those monster books." Nietzsche glanced at the girl's backpack and said with a sly smile, "This time she wants to buy the entire Flourish and Blotts bookstore."

"Oh! By the way..." Harry seemed to have thought of something and took out "Slytherin Says" from his backpack, "Now the most popular novel in Diagon Alley, except for Lockhart's flying car, is yours."

He did not envy Nietzsche's fame, but envied his talent.

When Nietzsche and the other two just sat down, the head of the owner Florin popped out from the curtain at the door. After looking at "Harry's friends" for a few times, he shrank back and walked out again with many more boxes in his hands.

"It's free, I won't charge you anything!" He laughed proudly, "That's great, two celebrities like my ice cream."

After he left, Nietzsche nudged Harry with his elbow and whispered, "It won't be long before there are three of them..."

"Eat your ice cream!" Hermione stuffed the spoon into his mouth, "I don't want to be photographed when I go out. It's better to leave this treatment to Harry Potter. He's used to it anyway."

There was Grindelwald between her and Nietzsche, and the fight between the two made him lose his appetite.

As soon as the voice fell, a "click" sounded in the distance.

It was Colin who was always on the front line! He changed a new camera and captured the intimate little movements between Hermione and Nietzsche... In any case, in Colin's view, it was "love behavior."

"Creevy!" Hermione went crazy on the spot.

"It's Harry! I don't understand... Did I do something wrong? I'm just adapting to new tools." Colin was playing dumb, "My father was very happy to see those moving photos, so he changed me a new camera."

"This is not outside, I can let you try being petrified again!" Hermione tried her best to look fierce.

Maybe it was useful, because Colin Creevy looked very sad.

"It's not nice to joke about other people's painful experiences~" he said with a pout.

"I..." Now it was Hermione's turn to feel embarrassed.

She suddenly felt that the other party was right, and when she was about to apologize calmly, the other party ran away.

While running to the main road, he shouted to another group of wizards with their backs to the others: "Lavender! Parvati! Help, Granger wants to kill me, you are definitely doing it on purpose! You have to compensate me with a chocolate frog!"

Hermione gritted her teeth, and had no place to vent her shame and anger, so she could only kick Nietzsche under the table.

Later, they met the Weasley family again. The three brothers led their sister out of the bookstore. Ginny was more lively than before, and she was no longer the muddle-headed first-year.

"Look at what this is?" Ron grabbed a wand and raised it above his head, "A new wand! I finally have my own wand!!"

Willow wood, unicorn tail hair.

But Grindelwald discovered the difference in Nietzsche's wand, but he only kept it to himself for the time being.

"How did you know we won the 700 Galleons jackpot?" George and Fred came over and immediately started showing off.

"Because no one knows a son better than his father." Nietzsche pushed the two away, "You're all tanned, you might as well live in Egypt... The news of your winning the prize is on the headlines of the newspaper!"

The Weasley family can be considered as 'stupid' people with good luck.

However, compared to winning the jackpot and vacationing in Egypt, George and Fred are more concerned about Nietzsche's affairs. They quietly get behind each other and say mysteriously: "Flying cars have become a trend."

As they walked along and entered the bookstore, the most discussed thing they heard was about magic cars.

Many wizards began to fantasize about having such a car.

"My dad said that several of his colleagues are secretly thinking about Muggle things in private." Ginny whispered.

"That's great! Ahem... I mean, this change is good..." Hermione was secretly happy in her heart.

That is to say, as long as there is registration and record, wizards can modify Muggle items.

There is no way, who made the Minister of Magic useless, and couldn't even catch a dark magic item, so the rest of the people can't just throw the baby out with the bathwater, right?

Hermione looked at the old clothes and new books of the Weasley family, and suddenly had an idea in her mind: maybe she could directly win Arthur Weasley to her side and become a community of interests.

"Then do you have any ideas to make more money?"

What kind of talk is this.

Don't you see what George and Fred do in school? In Percy's words, the two of them are simply cursed by goblins.

"Tell me more!" The three Weasley brothers said in unison.

They were able to change their books and wands this year thanks to the bonus, but they can't win 1,000 Galleons every year. If they have this luck, why do they have to work?

"Let your father serve as a... ahem... technical consultant." Hermione stroked Mercury's wings and said pretentiously, "By the way, how much is the salary?"

"Not much, according to the 1:5 conversion, it's only 1,200 gold Galleons per month. You can exchange pounds for gold, and then go to Gringotts to exchange for gold Galleons." Nietzsche finally added, "Of course, this doesn't include bonuses."

This is the economic gap between the wizarding world and the outside world.

The daily living expenses of wizards are very small. The purchasing power of 700 Galleons is enough for the Weasley family to travel in Egypt for a month, help their children buy new equipment, and finally have some money left to deposit in the bank.

Because most of the wizards' expenses are various monopoly industries---crucibles, books, wands, etc.

More than a thousand Galleons per month... That's money that Weasley dared not even think about.

The four Weasleys hugged their heads and fell into fantasy.

Ginny: "I can change into the most beautiful witch costume in Madam Malkin's shop!"

George and Fred: "We can buy a prank toy house!"

Ron: "I can change my pet!"

But Grindelwald noticed that Harry didn't show any emotion, as if he was not interested, or maybe he was used to it. He just scooped the free ice cream and laughed happily while watching his friend's shocking performance.

Ron couldn't sit still anymore.

He held the pet mouse in his pocket in his palm, as if he was saying his final goodbye to it.

"Banban, cherish the days you have now. After we go home and convince dad, you and I will see each other again~"

To be honest, Nietzsche was not disgusted with rats. After all, miners in many places raised rats while working, just to prevent accidents from being reminded by the rats they had fed.

But this one... is so ugly! No matter how many times I see it, it’s the same!

The hair on his head was bald, and a finger was missing, as if he had been abused.

Suddenly, an earth-yellow shadow passed over everyone, and Ron felt a brief furry feeling on his fingertips for a moment. When he looked closely, his mouse Scabbers was gone!

Only the screams of "Zhizhi" were left in the air.

"Wait a minute! Don't run away, we have to get along for at least the last school year!" Ron howled in collapse.

If he had known better, he would not have irritated the rat.

But George didn't think so. He pushed his brother's shoulders and pointed to the street and said: "It's not Scabbers who ran away by himself, it's the cat! Chase him quickly, or you won't even see him for the last time!"

As soon as Nietzsche stood up, he found that the ginger cat was holding Scabbers in its mouth, climbing along the pipe to the roof, and looking back at him.

His face was gloomy, with a persimmon face, like a Persian long-haired cat. The hair was very moist and fluffy. Strangely enough, Nietzsche's first impression when he saw it was... He can't say, hehe. .

Not sure, he took a look.

So strange, he took another look.

"Hermine."

"Um?"

"Don't you think it's a lot like you when you're angry?"

Hermione:? ?

Mercury turned to look at the cat, then at Hermione who was fluffing her feathers, then lowered his head and hid it under the puffed feathers.

It's also hard to say.

Volume 1: Chapter 147 Meow Crookshanks

At this critical moment, Grindelwald took action.

Like a humble elder, he focused everyone's attention - they saw the ginger Persian cat sliding its limbs in a hurry, kicking the roof tiles everywhere, There was no way to move it.

"Silent and wandless spell casting CooooL!" George exclaimed with great satisfaction.

"You still have to learn." The little old man was very satisfied with their admiring looks and said nonchalantly, "It seems that Hogwarts doesn't pay much attention to education. It doesn't matter. I will help Albus teach him well... "

It was obvious that the Persian cat was still on the roof, but with a backhand hook, he grabbed the back of its neck in the blink of an eye, as if searching for something in a bag.

It's space magic.

It is not a phantom appearance, but a disembodiment spell. It is a magic specifically targeted at moving objects. It can briefly control objects within the field of vision. It is more convenient than the flying spell and safer for practitioners.

Perhaps the space magic was not comfortable, so the cat opened its mouth and vomited.

Luckily, Ron's rat Scabbers is back;

But unfortunately, Scabbers fell into the sticky food residue, which made Ron very embarrassed and could only carefully lift its tail.

"Sorry! Crookshanks, you ran out again!" A witch ran over from the corner of the alley and picked up the cat with weak legs. "I have told you so many times that you are not allowed to eat those things secretly outside. mouse."

"It almost bit my pet to death." Ron took out his new wand and couldn't wait to use magic to clean the stains on Scabbers' body.