Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Stop playing dumb here!" Chairman Samuel roared, "The magic car appeared in the UK before Voldemort's resurrection. You...you traded with Muggles without authorization!"

Nietzsche looked indifferently at the circles of wizards who adhered to the Statute of Secrecy. Forget it, let's stir up the storm a little more.

"Mr. Minister, do Muggles know that flying cars are magic?" he asked.

"Of course...no." Fudge said firmly, "According to Article 13, only any magical activities that attract the attention of Muggles are illegal. Therefore, Holmes and the British Ministry of Magic did not violate Article 73."

"Fudge!" the other party roared.

"Sorry, that's what the law says. If you don't want to comply, then... I also have the right to rewrite the local regulations during wartime." Fudge said calmly, "Now, those who agree that the charges are not established, please raise your hands."

The whispers in the courtroom stopped. Nietzsche looked up and saw that the Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic raised their hands one after another under the leadership of Mr. Weasley and Fudge... except for the toad-like Umbridge next to Fudge.

On the other hand, the group of people from the Wizarding Union were still hesitant, only six or seven people.

"Let me explain, ahem, the power of the You-Know-Who is growing. If anyone thinks they can stay out of it, they can support the charges." Lockhart added with a smile, "Perhaps the United States is a good refuge."

This statement almost made it clear: If you think the Statute of Secrecy is more important than your life, then we will just sit back and do nothing, and at worst we can move away.

Anyway, wizards move quickly, they can run away with a few boxes with a traceless extension spell and an Apparition spell, so they don’t care about the increasing number of werewolves infected, they just die together.

Hearing this almost threatening words, the Egyptian and French representatives around Samuel raised their hands one after another.

Fudge nodded with satisfaction, knocked on the table with a hammer and announced in a loud voice:

"All the violations of the Statute of Secrecy by Mr. Holmes were necessary emergency measures under the crisis, so I hereby declare that Nietzsche John Holmes... is not guilty!"

Nietzsche looked around at everyone and gave Hermione a gentle smile.

"Great, I believe this crisis will be perfectly overcome." Lockhart said happily, "Now I have to go, you know, the Muggles are waiting for me to hold a press conference and talk about some ways to deal with bedbugs."

Many people breathed a sigh of relief and left one after another, while Hermione sat motionless on the wooden chair, trying to recover from her shock.

Dumbledore came over with a peaceful look on his face, and stood up to greet Nietzsche. Just standing in front of him made people feel safe and secure. His blue eyes revealed a calmness under his half-moon glasses.

"I didn't expect his cunning tricks could be used in such places." The headmaster looked at Lockhart's departing back.

"Where's Harry? Didn't he come with you?" Nietzsche asked him deliberately.

"He is being protected by the Order of the Phoenix, but Petunia still needs some time to adapt... She is a little overwhelmed and is anxious about Vernon's safety. Fortunately, you can predict Voldemort's plan."

Nietzsche noticed Dumbledore's gaze, so he quickly abandoned emotions such as joy, let the brain block paralyze his brain, and looked at him without hesitation.

"Muggles can't deal with Dementors. I guessed it after I got the hint from Mr. Scrimgeour." Nietzsche lied with the most sincere eyes, "and Marvolo can observe Voldemort's thoughts."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and after thinking, he continued: "It seems that Harry has turned a disaster into a blessing, but be careful of this backlash..."

"I'll pay attention."

Thanks to Harry's previous experience, Dumbledore didn't doubt that Nietzsche attracted the enemy.

Hermione also came over, and she sighed with relief: "I didn't expect the people of the Wizarding Union to target you like this...That group of people didn't even care about Voldemort, but they were afraid of being exposed."

"Isn't it because of you two? You know, Muggles in other countries are anxious because of flying cars." Dumbledore took out two letters from Hogwarts from his pocket and stuffed them into their hands.

"Don't tell me there is a second trial..." Nietzsche stared at the letter suspiciously and didn't take it for a long time.

But Dumbledore smiled and looked at the curious Hermione, like an old man who used candy to amuse the neighbor's children.

"This is your new semester envelope. The owl should have given it to you today, but I think... you don't have to go home and wait." The headmaster touched the girl's head and said happily.

Then he shrugged and left the courtroom quickly.

The Hogwarts owls would bring the school year envelope to the students the day before school started. Whenever this happened, Hermione would always open it together with his letter, as if it was a special ceremony for her.

Nietzsche ignored his girlfriend's shouting and looked at the direction where Dumbledore disappeared with a complicated look, feeling a little guilty.

"Let's go, we can go directly to Diagon Alley to buy books now!" Hermione suddenly jumped on his back.

"This is not the first time you have been to Diagon Alley." Nietzsche said helplessly.

"Don't forget what you said, we are 'starting school early'... We can stay in Diagon Alley for a day and take the train to school the next day!"

Nietzsche looked at the torches that were gradually extinguished from the top, and suddenly he felt happy again.

Yes, we can live together for a day out of Mr. Granger's sight~

Chapter 305 Yes! Mr. Prefect!

The Leaky Cauldron, the first and second floors are a good place for wizards to drink and chat with passing Muggles, and the newly added third and fourth floors have become an inn.

The room looks far from a high-end hotel. There are not so many dazzling decorations, only a few woolen chairs and a big bed, and a bathroom. At first glance, it looks like a forest hut in the trees for passers-by to rest.

Looking out the window, you can see the hustle and bustle of Charing Cross Road at a glance, watching all kinds of people coming in and out.

Nietzsche sniffed. The room was more humid than when he first arrived. There was a fragrance and moisture in the air. He could still hear the water in the bathroom and Hermione's humming. His sensitive mind began to subconsciously fantasize:

The water flowed down from above, washing the foam on the girl's body, from her chest to her toes. What was even more hateful was that the bathroom door was frosted glass. He could see a vague figure with a slight glance.

Damn, if he had known, he would not be the first to take a shower...

In the opened letter on the table, there was a red and gold badge pressed on the shopping list.

There was a big 'P' engraved on the Gryffindor lion. It was the prefect badge. Nietzsche had seen it many times, but there was no Slytherin prefect badge in his envelope.

The sound of the water stopped, and after a while the door was opened, revealing Hermione's skin, which was washed by hot water and had a faint red in the white.

"Nietzsche?" Hermione saw him checking the envelope, so she said hesitantly.

"Not surprising." Nietzsche said enthusiastically, holding the Gryffindor badge in his hand very calmly, "Anyway, congratulations, just waiting for you to go out and celebrate, prefect~"

Looking at her flustered appearance, Nietzsche was a little puzzled. Did he think he would be jealous?

He walked over, put on a wizard robe for Hermione who was only wearing a shirt, breathed in the citrus scent in her curly hair, and pinned the prefect badge on her chest, moving slowly, as sacred as the Pope crowning the king.

"I thought you would be angry... How should I put it? I think you should also be a prefect..." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Having you is enough."

Hermione did not put the useless clothes into the suitcase, but threw them into the basket instead, and looked at him deeply.

They went down to the first floor and came to Diagon Alley from the dead end in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron. They passed the notice board full of wanted posters and could hear the shouting on the main road.

In addition to the old shops, there are also some newly opened magic equipment stores, selling all kinds of amulets and defensive props, and most of the people coming in and out are wizards wearing Ministry of Magic uniforms;

Fortunately, Voldemort's haze has not yet radiated here, and many young wizards can still be seen chatting under the parasols in front of the coffee shop.

"Please give me two strawberry nut sundaes." Nietzsche rushed to the Fosco Ice Cream Shop, and then turned to Hermione and said, "The prefect will treat us."

Hermione smiled helplessly, and after searching for a long time in her jingling wallet, she finally took out a few silver Sik.

The two went to the Magical Animal Store first, because Hermione was worried that Crookshanks, a mixed Persian cat, would be fed into a fat orange by Mr. Granger, so she bought some expensive cat food and sent it back to school when she returned.

Along the way, Nietzsche also saw the Weasley twins and Jordan Lee jumping and playing in front of the Magic Joke Shop. It seems that the Weasley family has also come.

What's even more amazing is that they also saw Petunia and Dudley. Mrs. Weasley, who was accompanying the two Muggles, didn't seem very willing, because when she saw Nietzsche and Hermione, she immediately left her mother and son and ran over.

"Why did Mrs. Dursley come out too?" Hermione said in surprise.

"Ah... Professor Dumbledore asked her to come out together. To be honest, I don't like her..." Molly Weasley seemed reluctant to mention Petunia, always showing her dissatisfaction very directly.

But as soon as Mrs. Weasley left, Nietzsche saw Dudley curiously taking the biscuits from the Weasley twins. As soon as he ate them, feathers grew all over his body, like a fat hen, making the others laugh.

And Petunia was startled, and she was anxious to ask the Weasley twins and Jordan Lee to restore her son.

"Change him back! Change him back!" she shouted.

"Don't be so boring, it will be fine after a while... I sold the idea of ​​canary cookies to the boss." George said with a grin, "Look, it's nothing..."

George and Fred also ate the feather-shaped cookies, so Dudley not only did not return to his original state, but also had a few free-range chickens around him.

This movement made Mrs. Weasley run back quickly. She turned her wand into a broom and waved it at them angrily: "You guys! How many times have I told you - don't play pranks on Muggles!"

Then a comedy scene was staged in front of Nietzsche and Hermione:

Mrs. Dursley wanted to beat George and Fred, but it was not only the hair that was deformed, but also a beak grew on her face. She couldn't tell who was in front of her.

"Stop it! Mom, you're hitting Dudley Dursley!"

"No, no, I'm Dudley."

"You're Fred... I'm George, and he's Dudley."

The scene was chaotic for a while, with feathers flying everywhere, making the wizards who had just come out of the magic joke shop laugh.

"He...your sons have always been like this?" In order to prevent her son from getting hurt, Petunia stopped Mrs. Weasley who was waving a broom and said awkwardly.

"That's not entirely true. The youngest son Ronnie is very obedient, and the eldest and second eldest children also have excellent grades. Only these two brats are the exception." Molly Dursley said breathlessly.

Perhaps he was mistaken, but Nietzsche suddenly noticed that Penny seemed to be a little used to this kind of life of surprise.

"Hey, boys are always naughty, and Dudley is also very naughty in school." Petunia hesitated for a while, then continued, "I thought you wizards would teach children to be... um... more black. ?”

"So as you can see, Harry's godfather is the only one left in the Black family. Alas, the two of them have the same virtue as Arthur."

With that kind of gaze and occasional indifference, it seemed that Petunia suddenly felt that wizards were no big deal. Just like ordinary people, they had their own worries and were busy with the trivial matters of life.

After seeing that there was no problem, Nietzsche took Hermione into the Flourish and Blotts Bookstore opposite.

"So, Harry Potter and I are the prefects of Gryffindor." Hermione said while picking "Defense Theory of Magic" from the bookshelf. "It seems that the headmaster intends to let him learn to take responsibility." responsibility."

Maybe, Harry may still have some regrets today, but there is no need to envy other people. The family and friends surrounding him will be a powerful force.

Is it because of the prophecy?

Nietzsche silently waved his magic wand and pulled books from the shelves.

"What are you doing with so many books? We only have two new textbooks this semester..." Hermione took out the school's shopping list and confirmed it again.

"Don't Marvolo also want to go to school? Or do you expect him to stay well in the Muggle world?" Nietzsche used the flying spell to build the books into a pyramid. "I don't think Dumbledore will buy good things for him. ”

Those two people would be considered good if they didn't argue a few words when they met.

Chapter 306 What a refreshing day

The Leaky Cauldron is the most lively place of the day at night. Muggles and wizards in fancy clothes get together to play Gobstone and drink. It's like a tavern in The Lord of the Rings, filled with dwarves shouting everywhere.

And those wizards from the Ministry of Magic who were off work would also come here to have a few drinks. Nietzsche also saw Daphne sitting next to the bar and snickering.

"Tsk, I only see the two of you every time I come out." She said with a smirk, "I heard from Hufflepuff's Hannah that you plan to stay here for one night..."

"Shut up!" Hermione said angrily, and deliberately puffed out her chest, "I can't imagine that Astoria and you are biological sisters."

The shiny brooch attracted Nietzsche's gaze. He looked at it for a few times and quickly retracted it. He thought to himself: She is one year older than me, so isn't she already sixteen this year and about to become an adult?

Time always passed quickly. Under the mixture of music and sparkling wine, the Hermione in his memory gradually overlapped with the Hermione in front of him. Only then did he realize that the other person had changed so much.

Looking at Daphne's now thin and tired face, who would have thought that she had gone toe-to-toe with the two of them?

"Prefect, what's the big deal?" Daphne curled her lips and said without any sign of weakness, "Sorry, I am also the prefect of Slytherin this year."

Nietzsche glanced at it quickly, and only words such as 'barren' and 'hard soil' flashed in his mind to describe it.

Poor... You have to know that Hermione has surpassed her by so much, not just in terms of her qualities as a prefect... But then again, can emotions also affect physical development?

"Then where do you live now?" Hermione said softly, approaching the other party after taking the drink that flew automatically.

"I will definitely not be able to go back to Greengrass's ancestral home, because now I am working for the Ministry of Magic, so I don't have to worry about having nowhere to go." Daphne muttered, lying on the table with squinted eyes.

She doesn't look like a student at all now, more like an overworked employee who comes to drink to drown her sorrows.

But as the dim lights swayed over, Nietzsche could not feel any confusion in those blurred eyes, or in other words... she was far happier than before, and a satisfied joy emerged from the corners of her curved mouth. appear.

"I really envy you..."

"What?" Hermione turned her head in surprise, thinking she heard wrongly.

"Equal existence... you... him." Daphne took out the straw from the cocktail and gestured back and forth between the two of them, "But I can't. I have to protect Astoria, and for the sake of the family. Glory is driven.”

The alcohol made her skin feel hot, like a blazing fire.

Not just her, many people, many people like her were pushed for various reasons and were sent like firewood into the huge flame called "Nietzsche".

"Come on, you are already a prefect, but I am not." Nietzsche interjected, and chuckled to disperse the other party's aggrieved sigh, "Maybe I still lack the quality of 'following the rules'."

Daphne was stunned for a moment, then said: "Oh? This is quite unexpected. Then you'd better not be found out by me for violating school rules, otherwise I will put you in solitary confinement... I won't disturb you two~"

She left, stood up, holding the wine glass, smiled again, and walked towards the witches who had just entered the room.

Nietzsche looked at Daphne's swaying back, and strangely enough, he always felt like a dog that had been covered in dust and ran away with its tail between its legs.

After seven o'clock in the evening, when Nietzsche closed the bedroom door, he watched Hermione fall on the soft big bed with her arms spread out. The moment before, he was still sighing at the hard-earned friendship between Slytherin and Gryffindor, but now he was acting stupid again.

Should I go to bed... or not?