Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The light in the middle of the floor passed through the glass, spreading the light of the constellations over the curved balcony next to the archives... balcony, if the wizards called the light 'yang'.

"You see, this matter has nothing to do with me, especially it has nothing to do with the French Ministry of Magic." Victor brushed the matter aside and raised his left palm and said, "I swear in the name of Joan of Arc."

Nietzsche rolled his eyes, complaining in his mind about the shamelessness of the French guy.

There are many wizards throughout Muggle history. Joan of Arc, like the Bulgarian wizards who protected their country during World War II, was also a witch who stood up... As for her fate, isn't it written in Muggle libraries?

"But you still did it." Nietzsche closed the files on Ji Chi Chi Chi and said with a cold squint.

"So Dumbledore won't let you discuss it~" Victor answered meticulously.

"But you didn't have this attitude at the beginning. I still liked your unruly look at the beginning," Hermione said, tilting her head.

The French Minister of Magic was sandwiched between the two of them. If you cry, he looks too embarrassed. If you laugh, he seems very disrespectful, so he fidgeted and shook his legs.

A wizard who skillfully controls Calendar Fire, a wizard who controls half of the hall with a wave of his hand, and a Ukrainian Iron Belly. France cannot offend them no matter how they think about it, let alone the joint forces behind them who are armed to the teeth.

Minister Victor wanted to bite his back molars: Fudge, Fudge, don't you think you could come over and have a meeting?

In the time it took to shake hands, this Nietzsche director stripped him naked, and he couldn't even tell a lie. This was not a discussion, and he almost didn't have a magic wand pointed at his head.

"Just kidding, Director Granger, we all know what house elves are capable of..." He said carelessly.

As we all know, the anti-Apparition spell is the best method used by the Ministry of Magic to resist foreign invasion, but this magic is useless to house elves, let alone the 'iron wand' invented by Muggles.

In short, it is very dangerous.

"Tell me the locations of these Ministry of Magic." Nietzsche was too lazy to talk nonsense and pointed at the stack of files.

"This...ah?"

Victor was puzzled. He thought of more than a dozen ways to deal with the two people's anger, but unexpectedly, someone said something like trying to lure him into the pirate ship.

"Are you scared? Do you think we will burn down Paris again?" Hermione glanced at him inexplicably, "What are you thinking about? Aren't the Muggles here more interested in cooperating with you? We are not wizard supremacists."

Nietzsche said nothing. He was immersed in his own world and sorting out Mycroft's intentions:

His uncle obviously understood what was going on, and also analyzed the reasons, so he handed over an armed organization like S.H.D (Homeland Strategy Bureau) to him... The possibility of early retirement could not be ruled out.

But the important thing is Hermione. Mycroft Holmes must have named Principal Dumbledore.

"No, no, no, I just didn't understand." Victor hesitated and continued after two minutes, "You openly threaten the Ministry of Magic like this. I'm worried that it will intensify the conflict between wizards and Muggles. After all, not everyone is like that. you."

"On the contrary, whether they are Muggles or No-Majs, they will support us in doing this." Nietzsche said.

"WWWWWhat?"

"It seems you don't understand at all. Don't forget how the French Ministry of Magic was established. The Ministry of Magic was established to prevent the tragedy of the 'Purcher' from happening again. It was to maintain order among wizards, not to isolate Muggles."

The other party's mind didn't turn around at all, and he could only recall the history of the wizarding world.

The birth of the Ministry of Magic here originated from the French Revolution, and the Muggle Revolution was anti-religion and the king, while wizards were the corresponding anti-purges, so wizards were moving with the world.

The more Minister Victor thought about it, the more something was wrong. It seemed like this was the case, but he always felt that he had done nothing wrong.

"So do you think there's anything bad about England?" Hermione said sinisterly.

He shook his head blankly.

"Then how did your Ministry of Magic be established? What to do now... Anyway, we have already poked the hole. Do you expect wizards to erase the memories of Muggles all over the world?"

There is nothing wrong with this, and Victor feels the same way: the trap has been broken, why do you still care about the damn "Secrecy Act".

"Don't tell me, the Chairman of Congress is planning to do this. He wants to follow Scamander's example and use Thunderbirds and some magic potions to clean up area after area." Then he revealed an even more horrifying truth.

It's Newt Scamander again!

"Here comes the map!" Nietzsche said with a cold face, pulling out a world map that flew out of a certain office, slapping it directly on his face, and suggested, "Mark the locations of Congress and other Ministry of Magic. come out."

In line with the principle that more is worse than less, Victor did not hesitate to circle the Woolworth Building in downtown New York with the quill in his pocket.

Just kidding... As a French wizard who was almost burned to the ground by fire, Victor is already having a stress reaction.

It's like this. Nick Flamel finally used alchemy to help protect France. However, times have changed. Nietzsche and Hermione no longer played the trick of destroying the city at every turn, and changed their strategies.

Victor muttered in his heart: 'Anyway, don't let me encounter this kind of thing again, love so-and-so. ’

Another day of ‘peace’ for Paris.

Chapter 394: Travel at Public Expenses

This is what happened. Judging from the thick minutes of the meeting, Minister Victor was the scapegoat for Fudge.

Although the whole thing was already understood, Nietzsche still wanted to sigh a few times.

"I didn't expect that Fudge would find someone else to take the blame one day..." He grinned.

"Maybe it was your uncle's idea." Hermione glanced at him coldly and complained sharply, "This should have been a scene where Fudge was besieged, but Mr. Holmes obviously took a fancy to those Muggles."

"Warm reminder, that's also your uncle."

Nietzsche followed the minister and secretly grinned at Hermione.

Under the nervous gaze of the French wizards, the two led Smaug and the golden dragon to the elevator platform respectively, quietly waiting for the tree roots that drilled out of the soil to form a huge birdcage and cover them in it.

"Do you need us to take you two a ride?" Minister Victor took out a white handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It is not an easy task to appease two time bombs, but fortunately it is not extreme, which means that they are not here to punish.

At the same time, under Nietzsche's reminder, Victor also temporarily changed his strategy. He planned to use the "traditional" practice of the French Ministry of Magic: first see what the Muggles do, and then follow them.

The Ministry of Magic badge was hung above the elevator, and the three lines of slogans below were so conspicuous.

"No, we plan to walk to Beauxbatons and play for a few days on the way." Nietzsche declined the other party's kindness.

Victor raised his eyebrows and said quickly: "Then you are really hard-working. A couple like you who love each other so early reminds me of the Flamel couple. If possible, please allow me to send a...gift in advance."

He pondered for a few seconds before deciding to wrap his selfishness into a "gift".

Nietzsche and Hermione looked at each other, thinking that there was such a good thing, and praised Minister Victor's ambition.

"You can go southwest and down to Beauxbatons in the Pyrenees, and the French Ministry of Magic will cover all your expenses on the journey." Victor quietly popped a business card into the wooden cage.

As the Minister of Magic, you always have to have some power, especially for the French who know how to enjoy.

The bird cage woven with branches began to rise, and the wizards who stayed there only breathed a sigh of relief after the two dragons disappeared completely in the main hall.

At this time, the wizard of the reconnaissance team who was responsible for patrolling the sky walked forward and came to the minister who was experiencing a brainstorming.

"Why don't you let us do it, sir, the alchemy left by Flamel is enough to resist those calendar fires." He said puzzledly, "We still have a whole office of Aurors who haven't come out yet."

He used his power to excuse his colleagues who were stopped, as if the situation would be different if the Aurors were allowed to handle it.

"Don't forget their status. The British Ministry of Magic is no longer just a department of the wizarding world," Victor stroked the ink stain on his cuffs and continued, "We don't have the initiative..."

It can only be said that the British have tricked us again.

"What about the Muggles?" The wizard asked tentatively.

"Play the emotional card and keep communicating... Joan of Arc, do we have to leave France? Don't forget that our Paris was the main battlefield against Grindelwald." Victor could hardly hide the complex attitude revealed.

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The four paulownia trees surrounding the center of the square returned to their original state. At the hidden entrance, two fire dragons hissed and roared reluctantly, then flew into the sky and circled over the Saint-Germain Church.

Nietzsche and Hermione walked out of Furstenberg Square and began to stroll on Boulevard Haussmann.

"It's not a pity." He held the postcard of the Minister of Magic between two fingers and deliberately provoked.

"What?"

"The trip to France you missed during the summer vacation of your second grade..."

After such a long time, Nietzsche not only remembered it very clearly, but also acted like a child just to save face, but this stubbornness made Hermione feel a little funny.

She also stretched out her arm in a huff, twisted the other party, and put their shoulders together.

The hundreds of years old department store around was a little quiet on the Boulevard Haussmann in December. The surrounding street lamps and bookstore plaques were hung with foam balls and mistletoe. After walking a few steps, you can see several young couples hugging each other underneath.

The layout of the road network in Paris looks very chaotic. A main road "since ancient times" runs through the city, and on both sides are several boulevards connecting squares, train stations and other places.

"Crunch---Crunch---"

Two pairs of orange boots stepped on the snow, and looking forward, you can see the confluence of twelve main roads---the Arc de Triomphe.

"It's true that my parents came to France for a tour, so... do you think we are different from my parents now?" Hermione said threateningly, holding his arm, narrowing her eyes.

"Really?" Nietzsche sniffed and pretended to be puzzled, "I'm just comparing the treatment."

"You're smart, dear."

They turned a corner and walked in a maze of narrow streets. Soon they saw a blue statue of a woman in an opera dress behind a 19th-century residential building.

Perhaps it detected the magic, and the statue began to wave at the two of them.

"It seems that this is the entrance to Diagon Alley in France." Nietzsche touched his chin and said softly, "The statue of the ancient Greek priestess Pythia from 1870, so how do we get in?"

He looked at the pedestrians on both sides and found that the Muggles did not disappear immediately after passing by the statue.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche and Hermione saw a very funny scene:

The ancient Greek priestess lifted up her long skirt that formed a stone pillar-like chair under her body, revealing the empty door underneath. She held her face with her left hand like an embarrassed girl, and hooked her right hand towards the two of them. .

"Okay, I get it...but they didn't have to add such a process to '9?'." Hermione rolled her eyes.

After passing through here, the surrounding residential buildings remained unchanged. Only the ordinary people walking on the street suddenly disappeared, just like the platform of King's Cross Station---we came to a street stolen by wizards.

A dazzling French-style street immediately appeared in front of you, surrounded by familiar magic shops, broomstick shops, and a lot of cafes.

"It's the headquarters of Fengya Clothing Store!" Hermione's eyes lit up, and she headed straight towards the largest wizard clothing shopping mall, which occupied three or four stores wide. "You walk faster, I don't speak French."

At the end of the hiding place, Nietzsche saw the hotel door facing the Eiffel Tower.

He rubbed his waist and his expression became very serious - it seemed that tonight would be extra hard.

Chapter 395: Fainted Watson

It wasn't until the evening that Hermione happily walked out of the Feng Ya Wizard Clothing Shopping Center, and Nietzsche following behind turned into a Christmas tree - colorful bags of different sizes were hanging on him.

Although he was very tired, he felt very happy when he saw the envy in the eyes of the witches and the admiration in the eyes of the wizards around him.

The main entrance of the Wizarding Hotel, which is independent of the hiding place, is actually strictly speaking the back entrance of the Muggle Athena Hotel. Perhaps one day in the future, these two doors will be opened:

Muggles can come to wizards' hideouts, and wizards can go directly to the Eiffel Tower.

Anyway, the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley in the UK is like this now...

"Welcome to the Jeanne d'Arc Hotel~" The witch at the reception desk looked at Nietzsche enviously, probably because she was looking at the 'Christmas gift' hanging above.

"Stay one night, and then ask the hotel to send things home." Hermione had already started to pick out the new windbreaker to wear tomorrow on the 'hanger', and then threw the card with the minister's name on it.

Compared to other countries, the wizarding world in France is much freer and does not have so many messy rules.

The receptionist witch first took the card and swiped it on the magic device, and then entered a few numbers. Nietzsche waited for a few seconds before hearing the confirmation from the machine.

"Louis XVI's room?" The witch lowered her head, rolled her eyes upward, and peeked at the two little wizards in front of her.

Yes, it was too young, and even Hermione had only just reached adulthood among wizards.

Nietzsche secretly complained about this room in his mind, thinking about how evil Minister Victor was. Just hearing such a name made him feel like it was haunted... ah no, haunted.

Despite this speculation, his hand still took the key obediently.

The second floor of the hall is an open-air tavern. You can see several people wearing casual clothes, but who cannot wave their right hands casually when walking. These are wizards in disguise, mixed with other Muggles coming in from the main entrance.

Their room is a suite with an independent balcony, facing the big bed, and you can see the outside scenery at a glance.

"You won't do that again, will you?" Nietzsche saw several maids before coming in, so he reminded him, "I don't want to be seen by those cleaning people when I wake up the next day."

Because when he saw the golden railing beside the bed, he subconsciously thought of the Room of Requirement, so he was reminded in advance.

See, having a great memory isn't all a good thing.

"What~ You obviously like it..." Hermione fell on the pillow, admiring the gray-red sky with a few rays of the setting sun outside the window.

"I mean remember to take it off before going to bed, otherwise what wakes me up is the scream of a maid." Nietzsche thought of a more subtle statement.

If someone secretly takes a photo and throws it into a low-profile newspaper in London, the value of that newspaper will rise dozens of times after just one night of fermentation: