Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Me! Mrs. Figg, who lives in Wisteria Road!" the landlady shouted from the door. "I see you haven't gone out recently. It's okay. It will stifle little Dudley, so I brought a few The kids come over for tea.”

"Okay---Okay."

Perhaps after hearing about Dudley, Vernon relaxed and opened the door.

He originally smiled gently at Mrs. Figg and planned to invite her into the house, but when he wanted to meet the 'new friend' Dudley was about to meet, his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and the fat on his face Twitching incessantly.

"Why do you have to do these things in my house! Don't... don't do magic, don't make the place crazy!" Vernon lowered his voice and warned, then hurriedly comforted Mrs. Figg to sit down.

"Dudley, come down here, Mrs. Figg has brought you a new friend." Mrs. Dursley shouted from the kitchen.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche saw Dudley running down the stairs... to be precise, a ball should have rolled down the stairs.

With that kind of body shape, every step made the wooden stairs make a warning sound of "bang bang". Nietzsche had no doubt what kind of torture Harry Potter living in the compartment was going through, perhaps because of the dust falling from the ceiling. And distressed.

"How are such fat pigs fed?" Marvolo exclaimed.

As soon as Dudley happily ran to the tea table, he noticed Nietzsche's oppressive gaze, while Marvolo looked at him with eyes full of malice, as if he was looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered. .

One caused the British wizarding community to complain fifty years ago, while the other has the British wizarding community in the palm of his hand.

And strictly speaking, the former is still tightly controlled by the latter. The two of them have a more vicious reputation than the other.

When Mrs. Figg found Penny coming out of the kitchen carrying snacks and afternoon tea, she also looked surprised, so she asked curiously: "Is it possible that you know each other?"

It's more than just acquaintance, it can be called sharing weal and woe.

"Ah... it's just a one-time encounter." Petunia panicked and played the role of a housewife again. She put down the plate, walked up to the two of them, and whispered nervously, "What happened again? Is it right? Another...attack..."

"We are just guests," Nietzsche said displeasedly.

Really, forget it if Hermione thinks this way, why does everyone think so? Do the Holmes family really have this kind of physique of 'trouble follows them wherever they go'?

But in order not to embarrass the Dursley family, Nietzsche deliberately raised his voice and said, "Mrs. Dursley, thank you for helping us move into the new house!"

The Dursleys breathed a sigh of relief, and the warm smiles bloomed on their faces again, looking very skilled.

"Huh? Your parents are really irresponsible." Mrs. Figg said, "It seems that you are quite lucky to meet the Dursleys... I must criticize your parents."

In any case, the atmosphere has calmed down, and the Dursleys don't have to worry about their reputation outside being ruined.

Kodali was still tremblingly squeezing together with his parents, concentrating on the snacks in front of him. He was really afraid of what would come. A loud, echoing crack suddenly pierced the hearts of the Dursleys who had just relaxed. .

It was the explosion of Apparition, and it was like a Muggle shooting at the door...

Nietzsche subconsciously touched his waist. This change made Vernon quickly get up and run to the window to check.

After half a minute, the doorbell rang.

"who?"

"I'm looking for Nietzsche John Holmes." A drawling voice came from outside the door.

Nietzsche's name was like some kind of secret code, as long as it was spoken, it would provide protection to people, so Vernon opened the door with confidence, and then saw Professor Snape coming in with Mercury.

Those gloomy black eyes quickly circled around the room, and finally stopped at... Nietzsche could have sworn that the professor was definitely looking at Petunia Dursley.

Chapter 292 Vernon: Who else does my wife know?

When Vernon Dursley first learned that his wife knew about dementors, werewolves, and Principal Dumbledore, well, he admitted it. After all, his wife's sister was a wizard, and he could understand.

But why is this gloomy man in a black cloak with greasy hair staring at his wife since he entered the house?

Vernon was very embarrassed. He thought that everyone had been acting for most of their lives, but in the end he discovered that the little secret he knew was not worth hiding at all.

As for Petunia, as long as she knows things and people related to the magical world, either she knows others, or others know her.

A bunch of people were crowded in the Dursley's living room - Snape was looking at Petunia, Petunia was looking at Vernon, Vernon was looking at Snape, Dudley... Dudley could only drink some black tea. , time to have some snacks.

"Ahem...are you their parent?" Mrs. Feige also noticed that the atmosphere was getting abnormal, so she quickly changed the topic.

"What? I'm just a professor." Snape started to spray venom everywhere again, "Oh, of course, if Sherlock Holmes dies, I can adopt him to protect social order."

The classic poisonous tongue is still a familiar taste.

"What do you mean?" But Penny suddenly turned cold and focused on the professor.

"Oh, did I accidentally touch your keyword?" Snape gently covered his mouth and pretended to be apologetic.

"Hey! If you are so brave, why didn't I see you come to see him back then... God, I'm so sorry, I didn't know it wasn't you who married her~" Penny suddenly became very sarcastic.

Nietzsche and Marvolo looked at each other, shrugged, and simply took the steaming Earl Grey tea, leaned on the soft sofa, and crossed their legs. The two people's movements were surprisingly consistent.

And Vernon also looked at his wife in confusion, and his confusion was more than the first time he heard about the work of Dementors.

"Dear, who was eating with you at the beginning?" Penny asked.

"It was... James, yes, James Potter." Vernon couldn't figure out the situation, so he could only agree with his wife.

Nietzsche, Marvolo: Good tea~

"And then?" Snape touched his chin, his face so gloomy that it wouldn't be strange if he cast a killing curse the next second, "So you're jealous? Just because you've become a poor... old woman now."

This made it seem like it was a sad thing for Petunia to marry Vernon, describing her as a jealous little woman.

To be honest, Nietzsche didn't know how Snape knew he would be at the Dursleys' house, nor did he know he would come at this time, but it wasn't a bad thing, at least he could have some fun.

"Are you saying I'm not as good as Potter! Huh?" Every time Vernon got angry, his face would turn purple and red, like a piece of pig liver.

"I didn't say that... But I can still understand it, after all, your wife was helpless." Snape made a kind and comforting expression, "When a girl is frustrated, it's always easy for others to take advantage of her."

"Petunia? How do you know this guy?"

"I don't know him! Lily brought him here!" Petunia screamed.

"But what does he mean by taking advantage of the situation? You...you agreed to date me because you gave up on yourself?" Vernon gasped.

Dudley silently placed the plate of dessert in front of him, feeling pitiful and helpless, but what could he do? He could only hope in his heart that his parents would not divorce because of this.

For some reason, Nietzsche suddenly felt pity for this stupid fat man who was kept in the dark by his parents.

Crookshanks was very unhappy with the screams and quarrels of several people. It struggled and rolled on the table, kicking the desserts in front of Dudley everywhere.

"Do you think it's because of him? A monster?" Petunia said, "No! It's not what you think! I didn't give up on myself, it's just...you know, you're just an ordinary person, so I..."

Vernon is a classic male chauvinist. Naturally, he doesn't want his life to be built on the other party's wrong choice, so he began to fight for no reason.

Originally a quarrel between Snape and Petunia, it gradually became a quarrel between Vernon and Petunia.

"No wonder you know all those...crazy...absurd things." Vernon waved his hands, "You can't participate in that world, and I'm just an ordinary person, so you're like that? I thought you loved me!"

"Of course I married you because of this, idiot."

"I don't think so, I think you had no choice but to choose me! So you always wanted to be your sister? You...the reason you hate Potter is because you're not a lunatic, you're different from me!"

Vernon was not talking nonsense. From Snape's words, it can be seen that he hates wizards because he hates the crazy attitude of that group of people, and Petunia is because of jealousy.

A wife who hates magic actually knows the wizarding world, and he can tolerate it because he loves her, but if his wife is jealous of not being a wizard and gives up on herself and cuts off her relationship with her sister, that's another matter.

Nietzsche can see that Vernon is a person with a strong self-esteem, so it is difficult for him to accept this difference.

At this time, Dudley impatiently drove Crookshanks away from the plate. Perhaps he didn't want to waste food, so he squatted down and picked up the biscuits that fell on the carpet to eat.

But his fat body was really inflexible. After twisting a few times, he bumped into Vernon.

Seeing Dudley's cowardly look, Vernon, who was in a rage, kicked his son over and yelled at him: "I didn't pay you to go to school to be a gangster! Potter is more obedient than you!"

Perhaps it was the first time he saw Vernon so angry, Dudley crawled and rolled up to the second floor.

"Why didn't you tell me? So you know James Potter didn't lie to me at the beginning!" Vernon said incoherently, "So those flying brooms are real, and he really has a warehouse of gold coins..."

Penny didn't answer, but was surprisingly quiet, biting her lower lip.

So Vernon said again: "You said your sister was a freak, but I didn't dislike you for that! And I thought... I thought wizards rode brooms because they had no money, and I always thought you hated those people!"

In fact, Nietzsche wanted to say that some brooms could be sold for thousands of gold galleons, and they were specially made, but considering the atmosphere... forget it, let's not say it.

The problem lies here. In the process of Vernon's understanding of wizards, because of love, he brought a little bit of Penny's filter. In this distorted perspective, he thought wizards were a group of "magicians" who could only survive by receiving relief.

But now, because of Harry and Nietzsche, he had met a werewolf with his own eyes, and he knew that some things were true. It could even be said that some wizards were still protecting Muggles.

The most important thing is that the Prime Minister knows about the existence of wizards. This is not a big secret.

No one else noticed that Harry Potter had quietly opened the door of the stair compartment. He looked in shock at the numb Mrs. Figg and Snape sitting on the sofa meditating.

Nietzsche snapped his fingers and waved, and a clean teacup floated out of the kitchen.

"Harry, would you like a drink?"

Crookshanks meowed lazily as a greeting, and the party officially started.

Chapter 293 The Dursleys were forced to separate

When Harry walked out of the room, Petunia quickly found a reason to invite Mrs. Figg away. She didn't want other Muggles to know about magic-related matters, and she didn't want to damage her decades-old reputation. .

What was even more amazing was that the couple actually sat together again, pretending that nothing happened, as if they were deliberately performing for Harry, but they also forgot that it was difficult for their previous voices not to be heard.

"Why are you here? And...what's going on with those werewolves? Didn't Dumbledore have any plans for such a big thing?" Harry had ten thousand questions that he wanted to pour out.

Dumbledore had to protect the school and find the whereabouts of the Horcruxes, so how could he find the energy to look after the wizarding world?

"That's why I came. I hope you and Harry will leave here together." Nietzsche poured him tea calmly and said in a gentle tone, "This neighborhood is no longer safe."

"Want to leave? That's great. I don't have anything to clean up. I haven't unpacked my suitcase since I got back from school."

But Harry looked at the Dursleys next to him. Their panicked looks dissipated the excitement that had just arisen in his heart... Yes, he wasn't the only one leaving. Thinking about it, there was nothing wrong with it. It's worth being happy about.

He is not the one who can decide this matter. Regarding ancient magic, the Dursley family plays a very important role.

Therefore, although the Dursleys were not very lovable and were conservative, Nietzsche had to put some thought into making the family change their attitude towards wizards.

"You mean... that Voldemort... the dark wizard who killed Lily in the first place will come to your door?" Petunia asked cautiously, holding the tea cup.

She was just an ordinary Muggle who couldn't accept death or murder for a while. She didn't even notice that Harry was adding sugar to his black tea.

"It's already here, Harry. Contact Blake and move there during the summer vacation." Nietzsche gave Harry an irresistible suggestion.

In fact, the terrorist attacks these days are all tests, because it is no secret that Harry lives at No. 4 Privet Drive, so Voldemort is still testing whether Dumbledore has power hidden among Muggles.

On the other hand, the wizarding family's mansion will have many magical protections and cannot be plotted in the records, which will eliminate hidden dangers.

When Vernon heard Sirius' last name, he immediately became furious: "Black? That murderer! I will never go to the house of a wanted murderer... Potter is not allowed to go either!"

"My godfather is innocent, he is no longer a murderer!" Harry retorted loudly.

"Then you have another option - live with my Dean Snape." Nietzsche shrugged and said without doubt, "But based on the relationship between you, I still recommend Black...Sorry, Professor, No offense intended.”

Snape gave him a cold look, but didn't say anything. He just cooperated and said: "If you don't want that...little Dursley to die too..."

That one? You actually want to curse a few words, right, professor!

But Snape's proposal poked even more into the hearts of the Dursleys - although one of them hated wizards and the other hated magic out of jealousy, as a couple they still loved their son very much.

Just look at Dudley's size, and the cheese and icing dripping inside is proof of doting.

"I will never leave, this is my home! If anything breaks in, I will let them taste my power." Vernon hammered his thigh hard, and the shot he took a few days ago gave him The confidence came out.

"Honey...if that's the case, I won't leave." Penny said.

"Why? You can touch magic now!"

"I once wrote a letter, just hoping that I could go to that school and be liked by my parents... But I'm tired. It's enough for me to have my own family now. I don't need to think of ways to make my parents like me more. a little."

Penny's eyes were flashing with tears of regret, and her tone seemed to be very grateful for her current life.

Maybe this woman had been frustrated, but that didn't mean that Vernon's life was based on lies. He just happened to fill in the missing part of her heart at the wrong time.

But Nietzsche suddenly intervened: "Penny, although magic can protect Harry, it doesn't mean that your family is safe."

His words were like a splash of cold water, dousing the newly lit fire in Vernon's heart.

"In that case, let Petunia leave with Dudley." Vernon looked at his wife, feeling a little strange, and continued, "I... I just need some time to get used to it."

"Vernon!"

"I'm fine. I never knew those wanted men on the news were actually dark wizards. I was like a fool." Vernon yelled at Harry again, "Now you can go away in peace, you bastard!"

No matter how he was persuaded, Vernon Dursley refused to move. He firmly believed that the government would protect him.

Nietzsche pursed his lips, as if because of his disturbance, the Dursleys would be separated for a while, but it was not a bad thing. At least the two of them would not live in a world of self-deception in the future.