Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

If the nobles look down on slave owners, they are naturally even less likely to care about those slaves...

And another, more convenient thing is that Hogwarts' anti-Apparition spell has no restrictions on house elves.

At the same time, due to the influence of Professor Moriarty, Nietzsche realized that it was not enough to win over others with benefits. He needed a countermeasure, a Sword of Damocles controlled by him and Hermione.

After the wind outside calmed down, the two of them started walking towards Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

"But isn't Dobby just doing things for others and taking your money at the same time?" Dobby staggered beside him and said very simply, "This is betrayal...Dobby can't do this."

"And when you were at the Malfoy's?"

You can't do this, which means---when you hear the news, you run to school to remind you. Your heart is about Harry Potter, and you backhand join forces with Nietzsche Holmes, punishing yourself and scolding Malfoy at the same time.

If it was another house elf, Nietzsche would understand, but Dobby... let's forget it.

"Malfoys are all bad guys, this is different." Dobby made it clear.

"Same, your mission is to prevent new bad things." Nietzsche patted his head.

Dobby nodded in understanding, and when he arrived at Madam Malkin's robe shop, he immediately opened the door for the two of them and carried Hermione's luggage.

The crisp ringing of the doorbell made Madam Malkin step out.

She pulled open the clothes hanging on the hanger, and the smile on her face became even brighter when she saw Nietzsche and the house elf beside her.

"Need something?"

"We need to customize a few dresses for the banquet...price is not an issue." Nietzsche said.

"No problem, come and measure... I thought you would choose Fengya Clothing Store like everyone else." Mrs. Malkin glanced at Dobby, and after making sure there was no movement, she let a few tape measures fly up and started measuring. .

The process was so long that Nietzsche and Crookshanks yawned at the same time.

Wait a minute... Crookshanks fell into deep thought. He remembered that he had never been so sleepy before.

Hermione frowned slightly and kept emphasizing that her robe should not be so tight and could be looser. This disappointed Mrs. Malkin, who considered herself to be 'fashionable' and always complained that she had a good figure but didn't care.

I saw Mrs. Malkin skillfully manipulating various tools and comparing them with each other, looking very confident.

"Don't worry, you will definitely shine at the school party..." She raised her slender index finger and combed Hermione's hair, "I'm so envious, you will definitely have many dance partners then. "

"School party?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Don't you know? I heard that Hogwarts is going to hold a big ball this year." Mrs. Malkin blinked.

"We haven't read the letter from the school yet," Nietzsche said blankly.

Madam Malkin straightened up and looked at him and Hermione carefully, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong - the relationship between the two was more than just dance partners.

Of course it’s not just ‘dance partner’, there should also be ‘live and die together’ in front of it.

After measuring the data, they went to buy some snacks and jewelry, but Hermione suddenly fell silent, as if she was infected by Nietzsche's 'mutism', and stared blankly ahead.

prom? And a dance?

Chapter 219 (Discounted) The Prelude to the Hegemony Tournament

In the two weeks before the start of school, Nietzsche and Hermione learned the most basic ballroom dancing... at Watson's wedding.

Except for Mary's accusation before the marriage, everything went well. Moriarty, who was controlled (protected) by the government, was temporarily unable to do anything, and Moran was also busy escaping from the Ministry of Magic's wanted.

Nietzsche stood in the center of the crowd, watching his parents pass under the saber, and silently took a few steps back.

No matter what happened to Britain and Moriarty, at least the ending of Watson and Mary was perfect...and all he needed to do was just not to disturb,

At the subsequent dance, Nietzsche and Shylock sat at the same table, filling their mouths with food, wine and drinks in silence.

"Did you forget something?" At this moment, Hermione suddenly broke the gloomy atmosphere that the father and son had finally built. She excitedly held their hands, "There is a dance this semester!"

Nietzsche felt bad. He always felt like he was being pushed out again.

"Don't..."

"You want to learn?" Sherlock responded uncharacteristically and simply, "I'll teach you."

It was Shylock who responded, but he was the one who suffered.

This was different from the last time he was in Belfast. The atmosphere was not so tense, and he was not in such a hurry. Even though he was reluctant to do so, he was still a little happy after being pulled into the crowd.

There is no need to worry about who will die next second, and there is plenty of time. Nietzsche felt a wonderful feeling...

"Hold tight and get closer!" Sherlock stood beside the two of them and taught impatiently.

But some people couldn't laugh out loud - Wendell Granger almost scratched the goblet into pieces after seeing his daughter and Nietzsche. A kind of annoyance and helplessness filled his heart.

It's not that I hate him, I'm just simply unhappy.

After noticing the look in Mr. Granger's eyes, Nietzsche wanted to pull away his hand, but Hermione grabbed him harder. She had a fake smile on her face and turned around deliberately, with her back to her parents on purpose, so that Nietzsche could bear it. This pressure.

So he had to endure Mr. Granger's warning look while being stepped on by Hermione.

Pain...

"Are you happy?" Hermione asked abruptly.

"What?"

"At this moment, at the Watsons' wedding, are you happy?"

"My happiness is second only to yours." Nietzsche shook his head helplessly and sighed.

This question was asked from Sherlock to Watson, from him to Hermione, and finally she returned it. Nietzsche realized what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

However, Hermione did not show a smile of success. She stepped forward, mustered up her courage, and hugged him quickly and gently, as fast as if he had just been hit in the chest.

"Really?" She said with a blushing face, "I really hope you can be happy."

The chocolate-colored eyes were brighter than ever before.

Mr. Granger, who was drinking with Watson, had a dark face and pretended to be angry: "He still looks helpless?!"

"Maybe Hermione forced him to do this." Mrs. Granger seemed to be the only one who understood the situation.

"That's also his luck!"

The morning after the wedding, the first thing Nietzsche needed to consider was how to go to school: Sherlock was drunk, Watson and Mary went on their honeymoon...

He seemed to be forgotten, and in the end, it was not surprising that he was sent to King's Cross Station by the Grangers.

Mr. Granger was particularly different today, as if he was sulking. He drove Nietzsche to the co-pilot seat without saying a word, and let his wife and daughter sit together.

"Take this..." Nietzsche saw Mrs. Granger stuff a few small boxes into Hermione's pocket.

But when Mr. Granger saw it, he was even more unhappy.

If possible, Nietzsche wanted to jump out of the car now, and he cursed the drunk Sherlock in his heart.

"Cheer up, Dad! You just attended a couple's wedding yesterday!" Hermione said nonchalantly.

"Yes, I was very happy at first, but I would rather..." Mr. Granger glared at Nietzsche fiercely, and the meaning was self-evident.

Nietzsche was at a disadvantage in terms of status, and he could only bury his head awkwardly and pretend to be taking a nap. He didn't want to get into trouble.

The reason was simple. At the wedding dance yesterday, Hermione asked Sherlock to guide her in the name of "learning ballroom dancing"... It would be great if it was that simple, but she even dragged Nietzsche into it!

佽 Granger! Didn't you see your father's murderous eyes?

But it wasn't over yet, Nietzsche saw Hermione's cunning smile through the mirror.

"When I secretly went to Heilbronn and Belfast before, you weren't so angry..." She was in a very good mood, and her eyes were full of the meaning of "just wait for me".

"What! What!" Mr. Granger slammed on the brakes and stopped outside the station. "When did you go to these places? Didn't you say you were going out to learn magic... Holmes! What else did you do behind my back!"

Nietzsche: Do you think I'm not messy enough?

"Prevented the war between the two worlds and delayed the division of Britain and Northern Ireland?" Nietzsche smiled awkwardly.

"Is that all?" Mr. Granger turned his head, his expression was very serious, and his voice unconsciously rose a little.

This stumped him... What does "only" mean? Can't you show surprise or fear? As if this kind of thing is insignificant.

"Uh... Is that not enough?"

Mr. Granger didn't say anything, squinting his eyes and staring at him for a long time, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

"The reason is barely sufficient." Mr. Granger cleared his throat, turned around and changed his face again, like a Santa Claus coaxing children in a theme park, "Okay, be careful and have fun."

"We are not playing!"

"Yeah...Okay, then be careful...ah!" Mr. Granger screamed as soon as he opened the trunk.

It was Dobby, who had been hiding in the trunk of the car. Under Mr. Granger's confused and shocked eyes, he was struggling to drag out two pieces of luggage, and stretched with satisfaction.

After seeing the Grangers, he bowed shakily.

"No offense, but it was really too comfortable to sleep..."

"You, you, you, what are you?"

"My name is Dobby, and I am currently responsible for the living needs of Mr. Holmes and Miss Granger, as well as intelligence collection. Although Dobby doesn't know what this is, this is Dobby's job."

It was unsure and tilted its head to look at the two.

Dobby was dragging his luggage excitedly in the crowd. The Confusion Charm made the surrounding Muggles not notice that there was a house elf among them. Hermione looked at it and suddenly felt a little regretful.

"I always feel... we did something wrong..."

Dobby, who was running back and forth between Hogwarts and the outside world, probably couldn't calm down.

The train went north. Slowly drove to Hogwarts, where a grand ceremony that people were discussing was waiting for them.

Chapter 220 Do you want to participate too?

Rainy days make people feel depressed, so people always think that nothing good will happen in this weather. For example, when they just got off the carriage and were about to step into Hogwarts, they were attacked by Peeves' water ball.

The other professors have gotten used to it, except for Professor McGonagall...she will still bring out Dumbledore to scare Peeves.

Then they waited until the Sorting Hat finished singing a new song that was different every year and sorted the new students into houses, and then they couldn't wait to start the banquet.

"It's Professor Grendel!" Theodore greeted Nietzsche enthusiastically, pointed to the guest of honor and shouted, "He's still here. That's great. It seems that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the future will not be any worse. Not much worse.”

Not just him, many students noticed it.

But Grindelwald on the stage seemed to have just had a quarrel with the principal, and his face was red. After seeing how popular he was, he forced a smile and waved downwards.

"I have good news for everyone, the Quidditch Academy Cup event has been canceled this year..."

As soon as Grindelwald spoke, he received a burst of boos.

Especially the Quidditch team. Nietzsche could see Warrington raising his head with dull eyes. Both sides of his face were bulging from the muscles and beef in his mouth, and he had forgotten to chew.

"Oh my God! Could it be any more unlucky!" He wailed, "We just saved our lives from the Quidditch World Cup, and we finally returned to school, and we didn't even have a football match."

"Is this considered good news?" Over in Graffindor, George and Fred were beating their chests like baboons.

Nietzsche thought of Harry's invitation, and it seemed that something big had happened in the wizarding world.

Dumbledore, who was in the middle of the guest table, glared at Grindelwald, the same way he did every time - he always liked to make the atmosphere miserable.

"Never say 'but'..." the Slytherin Quidditch fan muttered nervously.

"But~" Dumbledore took over Grindelwald's gasp and continued, "This year we will hold the Triwizard Tournament, which has not been held for more than a century, and Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be guests of our school. "

What a great news.

"The Triwizard Tournament is a friendly competition founded by the three major magic schools in Europe, just like our four Hogwarts houses. But later, it was discontinued because there were too many deaths."

Dumbledore paused and deserted with the other professors.

"The number of deaths?" Nietzsche looked at the other three tables of colleges.

It seems like the four colleges will do whatever it takes to win the College Cup... Not to mention, if the professors didn't stop it, it would have been possible to do this before.

He had no hope for a Hogwarts education.

However, the others were whispering excitedly and had no interest in the students who died hundreds of years ago. They just wanted to know what activities were more exciting than Quidditch.

Just listen to Dumbledore continue: "This competition has been negotiated by the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports. This competition will ensure the safety of every student, and the 'champions' will be selected on Halloween."

Nietzsche soon realized something was wrong.

This is a rare thing - the Ministry of Magic is actually allowed to intervene in three magic schools, and the sudden association of the three magic schools seems to be sending some kind of message.