Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Even children will be attacked, how can we hide?" Someone raised the rolled-up newspaper above his head and roared angrily.

"That's right..."

"I finally earned some Galleons, and they let the factory close!"

Nietzsche looked at the newspapers and hats thrown high up. Some owls that happened to be gifts just flew out of other wards and were smashed to pieces.

Ordinary wizards were twisted into a rope because of interests, and he needed this.

At this time, Rita Skeeter, who was hiding in the front row of reporters, shrieked, and after the angry noise gradually subsided, she asked the question agreed in Nottingham: "So what will the Ministry of Magic prepare?"

"From today, the Ministry of Magic's Enforcement Department will be managed by Rufus Scrimgeour, and the reconnaissance team and Auror positions will be increased." Fudge put his palm on Daphne's shoulder and shouted loudly.

This micro-action just told everyone---he, Fudge, was fighting for the victims.

"But you know that Death Eaters can do anything to achieve their goals... What about others?"

This is a problem. The reason why Death Eaters and Voldemort are so terrifying is that they do all kinds of evil. In order to succeed, they will even poison or threaten Wizengamot members with their relatives.

But this is also in Nietzsche's plan.

"To express my gratitude, I am willing to hand over the alchemy equipment of the original factory to Nietzsche Holmes and Hermione Granger." Daphne raised her head and pointed at the two people who were watching the excitement from the window on the fifth floor.

Following her finger, everyone saw Nietzsche and Hermione.

Who doesn't know the two of them? One is known as the real Slytherin in the novel world, and the other is the Gryffindor who leads wizards to see the new world.

The front yard of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounded Soldiers suddenly became quiet. The wizards saluted the two people. The great pressure made Hermione breathless. She moved her feet and leaned close to Nietzsche in front of the window.

"The Ministry of Magic will set up a new department, and all the unemployed wizards will join the Ministry of Magic!" Nietzsche shouted.

This will ease the anxiety during the war, and the new department can also start producing magic protective gear.

The magic factory has announced the future of alchemy and the success of the road. He did this to make the wizards take the initiative. After all, their only enemy is not only Voldemort in front of them...

"Gentlemen, ladies, think about your children and loved ones. We have no way out. Fear is useless. Instead of hoping that Voldemort will spare your life, it is better to control your own destiny."

Nietzsche and Hermione crossed their fingers and raised them in front of them so that everyone below could see and understand what they meant---we protect each other and you.

"We will fight in any alley, in the fields, between rivers and forests, and we will never surrender!"

"Until the new world, when we see fit, will use all its strength to save and liberate the old world!"

At this moment, his speech was a shot of adrenaline injected into everyone's body. There was no doubt that Cornelius Fudge already had his own team and did not have to worry about anyone kicking him down.

And Nietzsche, with Fudge's stability, his power climbed to the top at this moment.

Chapter 286 Lestrade: I need Holmes!

Hermione, who just returned home in the evening, was so lazy that she didn't want to move. She hung her cloak on the hanger, and the whole person fell on the sofa, and buried her head with a pillow.

This surprised Mr. Granger, and he subconsciously stared at Nietzsche with a stern look, wishing that he would throw him out with the bed he was lying on in the next second.

But Nietzsche just smiled awkwardly.

"We went to the hospital to visit our classmates."

He had reached the peak of power in the magic world, but now he could only shrink his head when he returned here... Mr. Granger had a natural oppressive force in front of him.

Hermione on the other side suffered the same treatment.

"Mien, take off your shoes!" Mrs. Granger also put her hands on her waist and scolded her daughter dissatisfiedly, "Otherwise, you will use your magical magic to clean up tomorrow."

"Mom~~"

Hermione tried to get away with it, but this trick obviously didn't work, so she looked at the door lazily. This distance of only two or three meters was so far away for her.

Nietzsche sighed and took this opportunity to escape from Mr. Granger's eyes.

The atmosphere in the living room was very tense. The two people who were arrogant outside now put their legs together and sat upright on the sofa like good students, while Mr. and Mrs. Granger stood in front of them.

"Where did you go last night?" Mrs. Granger raised her eyebrows and got angry, which was rare.

If it were someone else, Nietzsche would definitely be impatient, but not this person. She is not only Hermione's mother, but also complements the identity of "mother" in his heart to a certain extent.

That's right... this little house is more like a home to him.

"It's not that I don't allow you to go out and play, but you can't stay out all night... Hermione, I thought you would be more sensible like before." Mrs. Granger said sternly.

Hermione opened her mouth and pointed at herself stiffly.

"Me? Why do you think it was my idea?"

Shouldn't she be alert to Nietzsche at the first moment, or is she more like a bad student who stayed out all night than Nietzsche?

Nietzsche definitely didn't put on any show in front of the Grangers. He was a good kid in front of them... He could swear on that.

"Who knows~" Mrs. Granger said confidently, "Everyone knows that you only have this one friend---but you should know how dangerous it is outside now. Several people have been killed in the neighborhood next door alone."

"Terrorist attack?" Hermione became alert.

"Yes." Mr. Granger said, "I heard from my friends in the medical school that those patients have become vegetative, overnight..."

Mrs. Granger clapped her hands to stop her husband's words.

Fortunately, nothing happened, and the two of them could rest at home for a few days.

On Sunday afternoon, Hermione lay on the sofa like a salted fish, reading a book while putting her bare feet on Nietzsche's thighs, enjoying the "ritual" that lasted for several days.

In view of Hermione's hard work, Nietzsche could only hold the book in his right hand and gently rub her ankle with his left hand.

"You are right. We can't completely ignore the Muggle world... um..." She groaned from time to time, and the right strength made her feet slightly arched.

"Can you be quiet?" Nietzsche said impatiently.

If he looked back, he would find that Mr. Granger, who was sitting at the dining table, would lower the newspaper and glare at him, as if the two were doing something strange.

Don't ask him why he knew...

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Hermione gently kicked his feet and said unhappily, "You don't even have this little treatment? Don't forget, you took away my mother's love for me!"

"If you mean strawberry frosted pudding, then Mrs. Granger didn't love you much."

"I hate you!"

Watching the two of them bickering and fighting, although Mr. Granger was unhappy, according to the law of conservation of happiness, a smile would appear on Mrs. Granger's face.

She poured herself a cup of afternoon tea, looked towards the living room, and then looked at her husband with a reproachful look: "We are so compatible... That's great. I have never enjoyed this kind of treatment before."

"Tsk."

Mr. Granger stared at Nietzsche with a more dangerous look, but he was not dissatisfied at all.

"Really?" Mr. Granger shook the newspaper and replied nonchalantly, "But I remember that in the past, you always refused the same "treatment."

"This is different. You rubbed my feet back then... And my parents were downstairs!"

"The movements are the same."

The rest day is always so pleasant. There are several magic cars flying around in the sky and automatically avoiding each other. People are excited to discuss new things, but with the ringing of the doorbell, this relaxed atmosphere was broken.

Mr. Granger opened the door and found that a black and brown magic car was floating at the gate of the yard, and standing in front of him was Inspector Lestrade, who was short but strong like a trumpet dog.

The other party took off his police hat gracefully, tiptoed, and seemed to be anxious to go in.

The one who jumped out of the magic car was Marvolo Sisyphus. He ran to the door of Granger's house while looking at the car window with a horrified look...

"Inspector Lestrade, the special security department of Scotland Yard, we are here to find Holmes."

"The little one." Marvolo added, and whispered to the inspector, "Why do you want the big one to follow? He can't help much!"

"Let him follow, otherwise there may be more lunatics in Baker Street... You will suffer."

Marvolo stomped his feet hard.

Just as Hermione covered her face with a book and was about to take a nap with Crookshanks who looked reluctant, Marvolo rushed in, pointing at Nietzsche angrily, his fingers trembling slightly, like a woman whose lover had cheated on her.

"You are doing well!" He said, and immediately pulled aside the curtains and looked at the magic car. He was relieved when he didn't see Sherlock following him.

"Why are you here?" Nietzsche silently retracted his fingers and said impatiently.

"I need you, Holmes... Thank you." Inspector Lestrade strode over and took the black tea handed to him by Mrs. Granger.

"You should say this in 221b Baker Street, not here."

Inspector Lestrade drank the warm black tea in one breath and was still not satisfied. He turned his head and looked around, as if he was eager for a glass of whiskey or brandy to calm his nerves.

However, after seeing the books on the floor and the neatly arranged alchemical items that he couldn't understand, as well as the coffee beans placed on the table, he gave up the idea.

"Sherlock doesn't know magic..." The inspector smiled bitterly and took out a few photos from his pocket, "You should take a look at this. These are all victims who are still alive recently, but they are no different from being dead."

The 'living people' in the photos were lying on the hospital bed with a dead look in their eyes, like puppets.

The dead were even more miserable. Some were so skinny that only skin was left hanging on their bodies, while others were chopped into pieces, as if they were visited by a pack of wolves.

"Marvolo said something...something strange..." Lestrade felt a headache, "I have never heard of these things."

"It's the Dementors." Hermione said.

It seems that the Muggle world is not at peace. After the British wizarding world announced war with the Death Eaters through its first victory and victims, the Muggle world was also attacked, but this time the situation was more serious.

Chapter 287: Dursley seeking death

Victims of dementors are easy to identify. Without exception, they all appear to have lost their souls. In the words of wizards, 'only the body remains alive'.

And what makes people even more uncomfortable are the dry corpses. Some have half-broken heads, and some have their upper and lower bodies disconnected, but they can still maintain a crawling posture...

This is the Inferi, a creation of dark magic.

"I don't understand... I thought these only existed in horror movies." Inspector Lestrade's breathing was ragged with fear, and he panicked, "Is it too late to believe in God now?"

Voldemort was able to convert some of the killed lives into Inferi through dark magic.

The firearms that Muggles are usually equipped with cannot deal with the Inferi for a while, unless they use large-caliber weapons. But if they do this, the British government will have to find ways to establish a variety of images.

Nietzsche frowned, thinking about the weaknesses of the Inferi: sunlight, fire... everything that is the opposite of cold and damp.

"Holy water is useless, but you can try using 'holy fire'." He explained, "There is no difference between the flamethrower and the fire spell, but it is more troublesome and needs to gather the Inferi for unified treatment."

Wizards can control the size and shape of fire through magic power, but this is no longer the case. Ordinary people can enjoy themselves if they can find a way to deal with such magical creatures.

"And this... wolf hair... will there be vampires in the future?" Inspector Lestrade pointed to the hair on the pile of minced meat.

Looking at the content on the photo, Hermione almost vomited.

It was a kind of nausea born from human instinct, the effect caused by seeing the same kind of people being disemboweled. The string called 'rationality' was broken, and the body had already produced a rejection reaction. Only the spirit took her out of the encirclement. .

After Nietzsche suppressed his physical discomfort, his first thought was the impact of wolfsbane.

"Remember those legends? Unfortunately, they are all true." He told the detective cautiously, "I'm afraid you need to investigate the whole UK."

"Legend... you are referring to the werewolf infection..." The detective seemed to have done enough homework, but when he saw Nietzsche nodding silently, he almost collapsed. If possible, he even wanted to resign. .

Werewolves are not a very scary thing with the current Muggle technology. They are just flesh and blood, let alone a blaster. Even an ordinary bullet can hit the head with one shot.

But the key point is that wolfsbane cannot be eliminated.

Dementors, werewolves, vampires... these races that are inherently disliked by wizards, whether driven by temptation or instinct, are extremely easy to form an alliance with Voldemort.

It's not very harmful, but it's just disgusting. People usually avoid it, waiting for others to relax their vigilance a little bit before taking a bite.

"Harry...Harry Potter!" Hermione suddenly realized something was wrong and said nervously, "Voldemort is looking for him!"

"who?"

"A child, the prophesied savior, a false...but now a real savior." Marvolo Sisyphus said unhappily.

But there is a very critical point, and that is - Voldemort doesn't know what has happened to Harry Potter. He would naively think that Dumbledore was in the Triwizard Tournament just to catch him all.

Therefore, Harry Potter became their bargaining chip against Voldemort.

Upon hearing this, Inspector Lestrade quickly took Nietzsche's collar and pushed it out, leaving only a hurried back view of the Grangers.

In the magic car that had been temporarily discontinued, Marvolo took the lead and sat in the passenger seat. He didn't seem to even look at Sherlock in the back seat, and he didn't know what happened this week.

"What have you done?" he asked curiously, being squeezed between Sherlock and Hermione.

In fact, this was the first time Nietzsche had seen Marvolo so disgusted with a Muggle...

"It's nothing, it's just that Watson took him to the casino to earn some pocket money." Sherlock said cryptically. "But I...you know, I've always wanted to do a little experiment with magic."

Marvolo roared as if he had broken his guard: "Your Muggle father deliberately replaced the drinking water with drinking alcohol and formalin!"