Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Then this is the problem. They actually let the wizards in your factory be exposed to the danger of the Purger. This is dereliction of duty! I will sue him for this!"

Fudge slapped the wooden table vigorously. I don't know if his red palms were due to alcohol.

"Yes! Minister, you are wise." Nietzsche smiled brightly.

Volume 2

Ended, but Volume 3 begins! (Funny)

Ah... How should I put it? Actually, I rarely wrote fighting scenes throughout the third grade.

On the one hand, I am not good at it, and on the other hand, it is foreshadowing----that is to say, the next volume is the highlight.

In fact, it is not perfect in the fox's heart, but the subscription loss is really too much, so the fox has to speed up the plot development and try to end the third grade without appearing abrupt.

(Complaint, and the third grade itself is about Sirius and Peter, which has nothing to do with the interests of the protagonist. At most, it is a bond with Snape.

A lot of the original content is also for the fourth and fifth grades.)

However, let's say that even if the subscription of Wanshou is very bad, Fox will still insist on writing the finale. Even if it speeds up the plot, it will be done without interfering with the main line.

Alas~ Then let's do it, come on, if there are any bad places, please complain more and make suggestions.

Answer:

Regarding the prime minister's recovery of the nobility, royal fiefdoms and the royal family's "slimming down", it has happened in reality. Now the entire royal family only has the queen and two direct princes.

So, don't think that Fox's writing is too outrageous, because these things are true! !

This is also the reason why most of the famous stars in the British film and television industry are royal aristocrats (such as the actors of Ancient One and Doctor Strange, and Captain Depp). The royal aristocrats who have lost their funding must be self-reliant.

(Complaint: British actors are few in number, and the Christmas film Love Actually has more than half of them.)

The reason for choosing the entertainment industry is also very simple. Some royal families have exposure because they attend various important occasions to solicit sponsorship and set up funds.

There are few big scandals for actors (even Depp, that was because he was abused by his ex-wife). After all, they have been surrounded by the environment and have seen all kinds of storms and waves, and they have a real British flag.

And this is the royal family layoff plan in 2001. There are only 4 people left, including the queen. At this time, in the magic world of HP world, Hermione Granger in 2001 should be the deputy director of the Executive Department with real power.

(It’s too early for the minister, at least 37 years old... until the 2010s).

The reason for becoming the deputy director of the Executive Department at that time was to help Kingsley Shacklebolt abolish the law that favored pure blood (probably graduated to the Department of Control of Magical Creatures, and then became the deputy director at the age of 20+)

Got it, Muggle wizards came to power and united with the Muggle government to liquidate and suppress pure blood.

No matter what, the end must be at least a million words!

Chapter 205 The beginning of the dispute

"I don't understand, Professor... why don't you just kill Malfoy..."

In the study room of Cambridge University, Sebastian Moran stood in front of the table, gestured at his throat with his fingers, and then put a cigarette in his mouth.

But Moriarty just glanced at the tobacco that fell on the ground, and continued to lie in front of the table and sign books one by one.

"Because the dead are more honest than the living." The professor said without raising his head, "Once honest, it means being manipulated by others, so he is alive to help us divert conflicts... By the way, how is Howard?"

"He sent someone to protect him, sir." Moran restrained his outward edge, put on a sun hat, and sat next to the professor.

"Are you sure?"

"Honestly, no... Gilderoy Lockhart is the holder of the Order of Merlin, identified by the wizards of the Wizengamot. He is a tough guy, unless the stories he experienced are all made up, but if so, it is too unrealistic."

Professor Moriarty turned the pen upside down and tapped the table with the pen cap.

"Now it's a three-way fight. There is no need for Holmes and I to fight to the death. Forget it... I have an arms dealer who has invested in Germany. It's time to start the arsenal." He closed the book and began to rest his eyes.

"Understood." Moran nodded and left Cambridge University with his hat brim pressed down.

On the other side, Nietzsche, who was also a main force, took Quirinus Quirrell to the Ministry of Magic after getting the guarantee from Minister Fudge.

The Ministry of Magic Law Enforcement Department is located on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic. After getting off the elevator, they saw an old woman in a dark purple robe with a Wizengamot badge on her chest, standing in front of two heavy oak doors and looking out.

Nietzsche had seen her the last time he attended the courtroom.

"I am the current director of the Executive Department." Amelia Bones saw him easily.

There was no way, Nietzsche's height and face were too prominent among a group of adults.

"The minister asked me to come here because of the case of the "Purger"..."

The other party seemed to remember Nietzsche because she took the initiative to shake hands with him.

Then, Ms. Bones knocked on the door handle with her wand, and the oak door emitted a faint light, and it only needed a slight push to be opened.

"This incident scared the wizards... They have never been attacked by Muggles, and now they are panicking." Bones led them through the corridor and came to a room.

The sign on the door read: Auror Command.

This room was divided into several compartments. The documents and brown papers were flying in the air. Some flew into the trash can from above his head, and some were divided into the hands of the Aurors.

A feeling of suffocation came over him.

"No Muggle attack? What about the witch hunts in the past?" Nietzsche asked doubtfully.

"In fact, when ordinary wizards were burned by Muggles in the Middle Ages, they would use magic to avoid the flames. Some alternative wizards even liked the feeling of the flames tickling their bodies." Quirrell explained in a low voice.

But no matter how small their business was, it could still reach her ears.

Ms. Bones said: "Yes, but this time the purgers can cause casualties to wizards in a short time..."

Nietzsche suddenly noticed that there were various portraits on the filing cabinet. One of them had only one eye left, his face was covered with scars, and his nose and mouth seemed to be sewn on.

The other party blinked his left eye, and the right eye stared at him fiercely.

"Are those all criminals?" Nietzsche asked.

"Who? Him?" Bones shook his head. "He is Alastor Moody, the top Auror."

"It's a pity that he retired." The speaker was a bald, dark-skinned wizard who came out of the cubicle. His voice was very low and slow, and he wore a golden earring on his ear. "Kingsley Shacklebolt, Auror Captain."

"If he had not adhered to the principle of not killing if he could, he would not have retired now."

But Nietzsche found that there was another person next to Alastor Moody, about twenty years old, with a small goatee on his chin.

If I guessed correctly... he and Quirrell exchanged glances.

"Yes, but it's even more unfortunate for him, he had the opportunity to take over Moody's job..." Kingsley touched the photo on the filing cabinet and sighed.

"Did he die in the magic war?" Quirrell said suddenly.

"No, death is glorious for Aurors, except for him---Sebastian, who was fired by Mr. Crouch."

Interesting, too interesting.

Who would have thought that Moriarty's staff and thugs were Aurors, and after being expelled, they defected to the Muggle world.

"Director Scrimgeour!" Ms. Bones walked to a door in the Auror's office and knocked hard.

Before she could shout a second time, the door was immediately opened, and an old lion walked out. Scrimgeour's yellow eyes first scanned the office, and then walked over with big strides.

His legs were a little lame, but it didn't affect his big steps.

Nietzsche felt that he was a man who was vigorous, sharp and tough.

"I have heard from Minister Fudge." He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Nietzsche. "Although the minister and Dumbledore admire you very much, I hope a thirteen-year-old kid will tell me how to do things."

Quirrell raised his eyebrows and looked very unhappy.

"If you are because of age, I think I can convey your meaning..." He said without humility.

Since the person has been brought here, there is no need for her to stay here. However, when leaving, Director Bones still cleared his throat and looked at him indifferently.

"Of course I will not criticize others for how they do things, Director. In fact, I am very interested in Aurors." Nietzsche showed an innocent look.

He took a step back and gave Scrimgeour a little respect.

"Really? To become an Auror, you need not only good grades, but also training in reconnaissance, hiding and other skills, but the most important thing is... obey the law." Scrimgeour pulled his clothes and made a mature look.

But Nietzsche has seen many such people, and the best way to avoid conflict is: you are right.

Just obey.

Anyway, it goes in one ear and out the other.

However, it was not Scrimgeour's intention to show off in front of the child. When he saw that Nietzsche showed respect and did not use the Minister and Headmaster Dumbledore to pressure him, he also took a step back.

He lit the fireplace in the Auror Director's office and sprinkled a handful of shiny Floo powder inside.

"Have you seen that weapon?"

"Well...it can let a Muggle kill a wizard." Nietzsche said.

As for Quirrell, he knew that he had contributed a small part to this weapon.

"Let's go, there is news from St. Mungo's that the two people who were in the execution team have woken up."

Nietzsche looked back at Moran in the photo.

His brain was working fast, and he constructed various assumptions in his spiritual world: being an Auror means that you need to have at least five N.E.W.T (Number One Wizarding Test) certificates and excellent grades to graduate;

What if the person who killed the execution team was a wizard?

Does this mean that the Purger is just a cover?

But...there is no evidence.

Chapter 206 Aborted Murder

When the people in the Execution Department are injured, there are separate beds in St. Mungo's. In case of emergencies, the hospital will urgently allocate some therapists to rescue patients in the Execution Department.

The salary may be a little less, but the treatment is absolutely full.

After all, the Aurors and Legal Detectives in the Enforcement Department are not civilian positions. If one of them dies, it will take several years to fill the vacant position.

"Pye, how are they?" Scrimgeour asked a young healer passing by in the hall.

"Prout and Savage have temporarily woken up from their coma, but they still need to recuperate for a while." Augustus Pye said.

Nietzsche didn't wait for him to finish his words and walked straight to the Curse Injury Department on the fifth floor. This was not his first time here, but his mood was completely different. At least he didn't have to worry anymore.

There were only two beds in the ward, and the room was very spacious. After seeing them come in, the two middle-aged wizards struggled to get up from the bed.

"Director!" they said respectfully.

Then he looked at Nietzsche and Quirrell blankly, his mouth opened for a long time, and he didn't know what to call them.

"Just say whatever you remember..." Quirrell washed his hands, picked up his sleeves, walked to the bed and carefully lifted off the gauze. A strong, masked herbal smell immediately filled the room.

Even Scrimgeour couldn't resist covering his nose with a handkerchief and smiled awkwardly.

Nietzsche leaned over and saw that the skin under the gauze had begun to fester, like a piece of rotten meat. There was no sign of improvement at all, and the bleeding was just stopped.

The surrounding blood vessels and muscle tissue were all necrotic, and a destructive malice clung to it.

"This is impossible. If it is E-11, it is impossible to cause such a powerful force." Quirrell covered the gauze again and whispered in his ear, "This is beyond the low-level black magic of the crushing spell. "

"Could it have been improved?" Nietzsche's mouth cracked.

"Impossible! Once black magic is involved too deeply, it will definitely involve personal will, and it cannot be simply attached to the weapon... Moreover, this is obviously not a wound caused by a curse."

In other words, there is a second person here.

Scrimgeour took out the notebook and magic quill from his arms, and then closed the door, blocking out the shouts of the mentally broken wizards outside.

"Were you attacked on the way to protect Lucius Malfoy?" he asked.

"We teleported from the Ministry of Magic to Diagon Alley through the Floo Network. At that time, many people gathered around to curse him and the Ministry of Magic, as well as a group of reporters... At that time, I was calming those people's emotions. Suddenly, someone in the crowd attacked. ..”

Savage's voice became smaller and smaller, and his tone gradually became sad.

"And William died?" said Scrimgeour.

"Yes, he was at the front. He blocked the reporters and the crowd at first, but who knew... who knew that the Purifier was hiding inside? That Muggle took the 'Iron Wand' and started attacking Mal. blessing."

Nietzsche's head was like a radio with the pause button pressed, and the spinning tape immediately got stuck there.