Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Nietzsche asked himself, he would definitely not do that, at least he would not... I don't know if Hermione would do that.

"What are you talking about~" Mrs. Granger rolled her eyes at her husband, then patted the tense Nietzsche, and said with a smile, "Just treat it as your own home."

She looked at the well-behaved boy in front of her with a shrewd eye, and nodded with satisfaction.

But how could Nietzsche treat this place as his own home? He changed into slippers and looked around when he followed the Granger family upstairs - it was so clean and tidy here, there were not even bullet holes left by shooting practice on the walls and windows.

For a moment, he was a little uncomfortable? !

At this time, Crookshanks quickly jumped down from Nietzsche's arms, ran into Hermione's room skillfully, and stretched out in the soft chair in front of the desk.

"It comes often." Mr. Granger noticed something was wrong.

"Ah...haha...didn't you go to France for a trip last summer?" Hermione showed her calmness and said in a coherent manner, "I was bored, so I borrowed Crookshanks to play for a few days."

"Dear, don't you have Mercury with you?" Mrs. Granger's eyes were as smart as Dumbledore's, as if she saw through everything.

"But I like cats more! No! No!!"

Mercury was on the second-floor stair railing, tidying up his feathers. After hearing Hermione's words, he raised his head dully, made a few angry hisses, and tore off a few feathers with his beak and threw them on her head.

She didn't say that before!

And Hermione glared at Nietzsche angrily...He was simply the spokesperson for chaos...

As a bedroom, Nietzsche's room was not tidy. Because it used to be a utility room, the blinds were covered with thick dust, and the corners were full of cardboard boxes, leaving a large area for the bed.

"Good night, Nietzsche." Mrs. Granger said good night and dragged her husband back to the room.

'Da~'

Only the night lights on the first and second floors of the Granger family were still emitting dim light. Nietzsche took a few steps lightly, and the old wooden boards made a long creaking sound, which was very loud in the silent night.

He dragged his tired body and fell on the soft makeshift bed in the posture of Jesus on the cross.

Suddenly, he found that there was a book next to his pillow, which seemed to be the debris that Mrs. Granger deliberately left here without cleaning up.

Nietzsche turned on the bow light and opened it curiously. He found that this was not a traditional bedtime story collection, but a handwritten biography. The font on it was still erratic. It seemed that the author was not very old, and there were also a few photos in it.

The author was obviously Hermione Joan Granger.

The old things in Mrs. Granger's mouth-Hermione's dark history.

'September 19, 1987... I finally had my birthday. Although no one except my parents attended my pajama party, it was just what I wanted! This way, I can store it in the refrigerator and eat dessert for a week...'

'October...There was a test at school today, and it was not bad. I really don't understand those people. I just didn't tell them the answer, but they said I was a nerd. Why? Humph, I deserved to fail and have my parents called. '

Nietzsche skimmed a few paragraphs, and it was not much different from the Hermione in his mind. They were both a little smart and dark, but now they were more dark.

Wait, he flipped through a few pages roughly, watching the numbers jump, and it didn't stop until the summer vacation of 1989.

'In 1989...There was a new student, Sherlock Holmes, in the class. He transferred from Whinging District Primary School. I heard that he was forced to transfer schools because he beat a classmate and was hospitalized... Damn it! He is a bad student! Unlucky, another uneducated guy. ’

‘The first place is gone, it’s over, this new student’s grades are better than mine... It’s unreasonable, he was obviously dozing off during class, right, he must have cheated. ’

Nilly took out his wand and knocked it, and found no fluctuations in magic.

What is ‘unlearned and incompetent’?

Also, he slept in class in elementary school just because he had learned it. God knows that Hermione’s inner drama is so rich.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the closed door, concentrating and holding his breath. After not hearing footsteps in the corridor, he continued to read:

‘In 1990... Sherlock Holmes was reading a book during class. I had never seen him, so I went over to take a look. As a result, several people said that he was also a nerd. He wanted to beat someone up, but I stopped him. Anyway, beating people is not good. ’

‘He actually laughed at me for being timid and didn’t believe that the teacher would deal with it? Forget him, he deserved it! ’

‘In 1991... maybe it was my fault. Some people in the class started to tease us, and he beat them up again. We could have reported him to the teacher, but now those people are going to ask the seniors to beat them back. I hope he can hide for a few days. ’

‘Several people in the class were hospitalized... No, how did he get those people into the hospital? Is he helping me? Forget it, I'd better ask my dad. I heard that he helped the principal to extract a tooth. It's good that he is not expelled. ’

Nietzsche didn't know how long he had read it. He only knew that when he woke up in the morning, he didn't even cover himself with the quilt, and the open diary was under his face.

Outside the door was the loud sound of the TV, and the screams of the owl Mercury and Crookshanks could be heard.

After Nietzsche hid this "Black History" under his pillow, he got up in a hazy state. Mr. Granger poured milk for the coffee, and Hermione sat on the chair, swinging her legs and hooking her shoes on her toes. .

Crookshanks jumped around on the living room couch, trying to catch the owl overhead.

It seems very noisy, but you can feel a touch of tranquility in it, which is normal and beautiful.

"Good morning, great. I slept very well last night. I thought I would be woken up by the sound of wooden boards." Mr. Granger was in a good mood. "Don't worry, you live together now and have enough time to get to know each other." ”

Mrs. Granger came out of the kitchen with breakfast and said with a smile: "Nietzsche will have a chance~"

But Hermione was completely confused by these words. She looked at her mother blankly, wondering what kind of riddle the other party was playing.

Yes, Nietzsche didn't even know that he had an uneducated side... He took a deep breath, sat down opposite Hermione with a smile, and silently moved her favorite strawberry pudding in front of him.

"That's mine!" Hermione was furious.

"I know." Nietzsche scooped up half of the pudding in front of her.

What filled the tip of his tongue was not only the sour and sweet taste of strawberries, but also the sweetness of revenge. Even though Hermione's eyes were full of anger and she stepped on his knees with her bare feet under the table, he still protected the dessert with his arms.

Nietzsche raised his head happily and praised Mrs. Granger: "I can't remember any other dessert that can match your craftsmanship."

"Really? Where did you eat it last time?" Hermione gritted her teeth, stood up and took out another pudding from the refrigerator, "I remember Mrs. Hudson only made you chocolate chip cookies soaked in milk."

"I said I don't remember." He said deliberately, "Madam, can I have another one?"

"Of course, I never allow Hermione to eat too much," said Mrs. Granger.

"Mom!" Hermione turned her head again, looked at him and said, "Is this how you repay me? Don't compete with me for dessert..."

"I'm sorry, I've never learned anything, and I don't know what politeness is~"

Hermione blinked and was suddenly stunned. She felt that this sentence sounded familiar to her.

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Chapter 282 The Elf War

In the afternoon, Nietzsche and Hermione were naturally the only ones at home. The Grangers didn't have a summer vacation. Rather, they were even busier during this time.

The Grangers' means of transportation also changed. Under the envious eyes of the surrounding neighbors, they flew to the dental clinic in a magic car presented by the Ministry of Magic without spending a penny.

And once they left, it was Hermione's turn to dominate the house.

She was wearing a gray-blue dress, and because she was at home, she was not wearing socks. Her two slender, snow-white long legs with only a little fluff were dangling in front of Nietzsche's eyes all day long, even if he went to get a bottle of cold drink, she would follow her.

The look in his eyes was just like Watson at the bachelor party, full of resentment...

"I made a mistake, I'll dare again next time." Nietzsche said happily.

He was lying on the sofa watching the news, and ignored the pillows Hermione hit on her back. He just counted them secretly in his mind, and randomly selected one of her favorite things after each hit.

Ah...gentleman...he is nothing but a bad student with no knowledge or skills.

Nietzsche can hold a lifelong grudge.

The Prime Minister on TV is being interviewed about the tragedy in Hangleton Village:

"As to whether it is related to Northern Ireland, the matter is still under investigation... However, the UK will be on alert and we will never compromise on terrorist attacks! After cabinet discussions, the UK will establish a Homeland Security Strategy Agency."

"According to intelligence, the attackers include Gibbon, Goyle, Crabbe, Malfoy, Mulciber, Nott, Selwyn and others."

Those Death Eater portraits were all provided by the Ministry of Magic. Since they had not been coated with developing potions, they looked like ordinary wanted posters and would not move.

Hermione sat down on Nietzsche's waist, put her legs together and bent down.

House elves have become Muggle reinforcements, and the significance of their participation in this extermination operation is far more meaningful than the operation itself---it means that these elves will take action against wizards.

Therefore Nietzsche preferred to call this action against the Death Eaters the 'Elf War'.

Perhaps due to the recent horrific massacre, the Grangers came back early, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, there was a series of phone rings following the magic car flying home.

"Hello? Yes...this is Granger..." Hermione looked a little nervous after hanging up the phone.

"What's wrong?"

She didn't speak, she just knelt down on Nietzsche and leaned on the back of the sofa. She didn't turn around until her parents walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Your uncle Mycroft asked us to start preparations. He also said that we are one of the leaders of this extermination operation." Hermione was afraid that her parents would hear these things, so she whispered, "And the other one is... Seb Stian Moran.”

Everyone knew that this person was an enemy, but with the recommendation of the Prime Minister and the Cabinet, the other person actually became a regular thug.

Nietzsche smelled the stench of the ambition of the upper class. Those people roared and seemed to be celebrating the arrival of war. However, he was extremely excited. He was not surprised by this incident, nor was he angry.

"They want to seize control of the house elves." Hermione was very smart, and her experience allowed her to get the answer quickly.

"Yeah." Nietzsche snorted with his nose.

As expected, even though Moran was the man behind the Prime Minister now, he was once a wizard, and he still looked down on house-elves.

Oh~ How could these slaves betray their masters?

"Don't worry about him, we are just helping to eliminate the Death Eaters." He added, "Trust Dobby."

If you want to get rid of the people behind the Prime Minister, you must start with the things they don't like.

At dinner, he and Hermione didn't talk about these things. Even though they were fighting on the front line, both the Grangers and the Watsons were absolutely safe.

The Muggle Prime Minister didn't intend to break up with Hermione, and Moriarty could only stay behind the scenes. The primary target of this group of people was the Death Eaters and other wizards.

When he was listening to the Grangers talking about the gossip they heard in the clinic, the window was suddenly hit by something and made a bang.

"It seems that your classmates sent a letter." Mrs. Granger raised the window, and a black owl rolled in from the windowsill. She was no longer surprised, and she casually grabbed a handful of bread crumbs from the kitchen.

The owl flew to Nietzsche and consciously untied the letter tied to its leg with its beak.

It was Daphne Greengrass. Now that the wizard factory was temporarily disbanded, she must have heard the news, and most importantly, the Greengrass family was also a supporter of Voldemort.

The letter read:

'We were urgently recalled to the family. My father wanted to persuade my sister and me to join the Death Eaters. The mysterious man wanted us to assist him in attacking Hogwarts... Protect my sister, she was arrested for opposing pure bloodism.

The owl will tell her where she is. In addition, some Slytherins have become Death Eaters, be careful. '

Nietzsche touched the black feathers of the owl. It seemed to have rushed here and ate half a piece of dry bread in a few bites.

Daphne's sister Astoria is one of the few normal people among the purebloods. But even if we can't find the Death Eaters who are hiding everywhere because they are wanted, we can take some of them for treatment.

He immediately ran to the living room and dialed the phone to Mycroft.

"I have news."

"Is it about the action, or do you handle it yourself?" Mycroft asked caringly.

"The action of the Strategic Homeland Security Bureau, I have the exact location of the Death Eaters." Nietzsche thought about it and finally made up his mind, "You can apply to the Prime Minister to mobilize the elves and leave no one alive."

Let Dobby get involved as soon as possible, so as to gain the trust of the Prime Minister.

Chapter 283 Corridor God of War

House elves are given a high value. This group of magical creatures act quickly and only have orders in their eyes. Now with the cold power machine, the efficiency has increased several times.

After the message was passed to Mycroft's ears, only one day later, Nietzsche, who was ready to go, met Dobby in the Leaky Cauldron.

Hermione's loose wizard robe began to sway as she walked, and her black leather boots made a rapid sound on the wooden board.

Perhaps because of the news of Voldemort's resurrection, there were few people in the Leaky Cauldron, most of whom were Muggles who were unaware of the situation. They could not help but make way for Hermione's momentum, but no one could see the house-elves.

Occasionally, a few wizards gathered together, and they all looked at the Aurors guarding the door of the bar with concern.

"Mr. Scrimgeour and Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic insisted that you represent the members of the Ministry of Magic. You now have the right to deal with emergencies, Mr. Holmes." Dobby's excited expression jumped on his face.

Because of the support of the Ministry of Magic, he was now authorized by Mycroft to use the house-elves and temporarily gain control of their newly formed team.

Nietzsche plucked a feather from the black owl resting on his shoulder and let it fly away.

"Avenseguim" Hermione gently tapped the feather with the tip of her wand and chanted a spell. This spell can track traces through a possession.

The feather exuded a strange light golden color, and there was a thin long line in the middle connecting the far end.

"Nottinghamshire... take us to the edge of the city." Nietzsche looked at the direction where the golden thread disappeared and thought for a while, then immediately gave Dobby an order.

Dobby waved his hand, and the other two house elves carefully pinched Hermione and Nietzsche's cloaks with their skinny hands. As their bodies churned, the two of them immediately came from the Leaky Cauldron to a strange city.

In the small town on the edge of the city, there are many football clubs. They look ordinary. Unlike Westminster in London, there are few people here and the weather is surprisingly bad.

But when they landed and walked for a while, they found that the feather fell back into the palm of the house elf.

"I...I didn't do anything!" The elf screamed in fear, put his hands together, raised them above his head, and said pitifully.