Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

It was inconspicuous, but it continued to absorb the magic power around it, nourishing the slightly shining rune. The will contained in it seemed to be able to compete with the killing curse and reject the embrace of the god of death.

"This thing is very valuable." She said, "Thank you."

"Don't think too much, everyone has this thing..." Hermione turned her head away and said dryly, "This thing is already everywhere in Hogwarts."

But Fleur just thought she was showing off and didn't believe this fact.

Nietzsche looked up at the girls who were joking with each other, tapping his fingers on his knees, and he suddenly said: "Hermien, when you escort Principal Maxif to Germany, ask Smaug to bring the Hebridean Islands Black Dragon to the school."

"What about you?" Hermione was a little worried, "We can go together."

But he didn't give this opportunity, just covered his girlfriend with the blanket he was wearing and pushed open the door to the Beauxbatons Banquet Hall.

Because this trip to the MACUSA was not just a warning, Nietzsche wanted to use the Department of Homeland Security to clean up the entire Wizarding Union, so this hard work could only be done by him personally... leaving no room for others.

He put his hands on the other's shoulders and whispered, "You are the youngest Minister of Magic in the future."

Hermione opened her mouth and finally swallowed the words in her throat.

But just when Nietzsche was about to leave here, he was suddenly hugged by Hermione, followed by a deep kiss full of expectation and concern.

This scene made Gabrielle's eyes shine. She had never seen such a thing, but before she could see how the two exchanged breaths, Fleur Delacour on the side covered her eyes with her hands.

"You are still young..." Fleur blushed and said enviously.

Hermione pushed him away, panting and hurriedly took out a pile of folded square letter paper from her pocket. She used the feather pen on the marble desk to draft a letter of appointment on the spot, and drew a phoenix bird near the name with a magic wand.

This Patronus mark can make the letter unchangeable, which increases the credibility of wizards.

"Don't forget what you did to Dobby, idiot!" Hermione wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and issued an impatient rebuke to Nietzsche, who was full of doubts.

The letter simply read:

'Task Force Leader Dobby:

Special order for the Purging Department Elf Task Force to secretly assist S.H.D. head Nietzsche John Holmes in joint operations with the 501st Stormtroopers, and hand over the authority of the joint operations command to Holmes.

Hermione Granger, Director of the Purging Department of the Ministry of Magic.

(Patronus pattern---Phoenix King Bird)'

This is obviously a temporary transfer order, not only to transfer Dobby to Nietzsche for use, but also to hand over the command of the joint operations to him alone-when the Ministry of Magic and SHD jointly operate, they have always been at the same level in command.

This further illustrates the tacit understanding between Nietzsche and Hermione, and the combination of the two of them will make things more efficient.

"Hasn't anyone ever told me that you look pretty when you teach me a lesson?" Nietzsche smiled and took it back, waving his hand without looking back.

"Only you." Hermione said unhappily, looking at the other's back as he left, and warned with a hoarse voice, "If there is any danger, remember to step back a little, don't be like a jerk again!!"

"Dear, it's different now---"

Hermione stomped her feet hard, as if she was stepping on a masochist who was howling on the bed.

Different from the past? Is he blaming her for not doing it earlier? Humph... maybe, if Nietzsche dared to reveal a little bit of the plan of "faking death" before the battle at the Ministry of Magic, Hermione might really do as he wished.

Fleur squinted her eyes, as if she saw through the invisible and close connection between the two.

"So... have you reached the last step?" She suddenly put her chin on Hermione's shoulder and teased with a smile.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Hermione retracted her thoughts and put on a serious face again, just like Little Meg.

"Only those who have reached the last step will be like this... How do we usually say it? Sticky? Nasty? It's like they want to stick together every day."

"If you're talking about legal issues, my answer is 'no'."

Looking at this roundabout way, it seems that nothing has been said, but it seems that everything has been said. Fleur smiled, sat on the sofa, crossed her long legs, and hooked the tip of her shoes.

"How about talking about Durmstrang?" She changed the subject skillfully.

"Whatever you want, as long as you don't want to inquire about some inexplicable privacy..." Hermione warned in a serious manner.

Chapter 402 The hero appears!

"Oh my god, oh my god..." Dobby jumped and jumped as if his butt was on fire.

It was so happy that when it saw Nietzsche for the first time, it poked him with its pointed fingers incredulously, and then circled around him like a primitive man who discovered fire for the first time, laughing while running snot and tears.

In one word, it was ‘crazy’.

“Mr. Holmes is not dead, Mr. Holmes is not dead! Hahaha!” Dobby shouted in the office, “God bless wizards!”

Nietzsche regretted it a little. He seemed to be able to give a message in advance, instead of suddenly Apparating to the Ministry of Magic and appearing in the office of the house elves like a ghost.

The result of this behavior was that a group of house elves banged the table and threw the chairs in the office like crazy, tearing the brown paper into pieces and throwing them high into the air.

Bob took out a magical dragon whistle from nowhere, and ribbons would explode when it was blown.

"Welcome... I... I don't know how to say it..." Dobby choked and twisted Hermione's letter with both hands, "Dobby thought you really abandoned us, fortunately... Great, Dobby's efforts were not in vain."

Although the house elves are strong, they are also very pure, and they are not angry because of being deceived.

Nietzsche was very relieved, at least he didn't have to be beaten anymore, and he could also enjoy hot black tea and fresh cookies made in a hurry, of course, the kind without poison.

After that, he waited until the house elves vented their emotions and gradually calmed down, and then did some reorganization before coming to the Ministry of Magic's Traffic Management Department.

Because it was a cross-continental transmission, they went to the Traffic Management Department Portkey Office on the sixth floor.

After pushing open a door, what caught my eye were nearly twenty wooden doors with different shapes posted on the wall, and in the middle of the room was a high platform piled with broken shoes, cans and other ubiquitous items.

"For convenience, the Ministry of Magic has specially classified the door keys." Stuart pushed his glasses and continued, "The ones in the middle are the door keys sent to various places during Quidditch matches, and those doors represent different countries."

Nietzsche observed the patterns on the wooden door and locked his eyes on the door handle engraved with owls and roses.

(The owl is the symbol of the Magic Congress, and the rose is the representative of the No-Maj)

"Is the local Ministry of Magic behind the door?"

He walked curiously to the wooden door leading directly to the Magic Congress, but as soon as he put his hand on the door handle, he couldn't help but shudder, as if he had eaten a mint candy that suddenly made his soul sober.

A bunch of lines and pictures suddenly appeared in his mind, which were not Nietzsche's own imagination, but pictures that were instilled into him.

He saw a super-fast revolving door, a church-like ceiling, and a huge monument. These images turned into models and automatically combined with the world map marked by French Minister Victor.

‘233 Old Street. ’ Nietzsche recalled the address of Congress in his mind.

“There is only a wall behind the door, sir. You need to turn the door handle to leave, no need to imagine the picture like Apparition... Huh?!”

Stuart, who had worked in the Ministry of Magic, wanted to say that the user only needed to touch the door key to be Apparition to the corresponding location, but when he saw Nietzsche open the door, he was dumbfounded:

The wooden door close to the blue stone brick was actually opened, and it led directly to the inside of MACUSA.

Nietzsche's mastery of the Apparition spell also affected the effect of the door key to a certain extent, so that he did not disappear suddenly, but used the ‘door key’ to open a... space door?

Dobby was dumbfounded like some house elves, but he soon realized: Mr. Holmes, it is normal to make any great discovery.

The scene behind the door looked like a courtroom, but it was more spacious and bright than the British Ministry of Magic. Judging from the hollow glass decoration on the ceiling, the American Ministry of Magic was located inside the Woolworth Building, not underground.

Nietzsche also saw Samuel G. Kohaug standing on the stage. It seemed that this door replaced the main door of the courtroom.

"Get the stormtroopers ready and listen to my instructions." Dobby said to Stuart, and then followed Nietzsche across the threshold.

The wizards sitting on the high seats did not notice that there were two figures in the passage under their feet. They were still having a heated discussion about the issue of No-Maj and wizards.

"I don't think it's a wrong decision to reconcile with No-Maj." Nietzsche heard a vicissitudes of life female voice say.

"Porpentina!" Chairman Kohaug refuted her remarks.

"Mr. Chairman, I have personally witnessed a Purger mother abusing her children, and we all know how the tragedy of Second Salem happened!" The old witch did not get along with the minister.

The History of Magic records the Salem incident, which involves the tragedy of Grindelwald and an Obscurus.

"It's because of your great-nephew." Cohaug said indifferently.

"What?"

"Your relative is studying at Hogwarts, Ms. Goldstein, but don't forget that you were also revoked of your license because of that scandal, so I suspect that your opinion is highly subjective."

Nietzsche moved silently on the blanket, and as he walked in, he quickly crossed countless names in his mind.

Goldstein?

He quickly thought of Anthony Goldstein from Ravenclaw, who mentioned his distant relatives...

"I agree with Ms. Goldstein's proposal~~" Nietzsche put his wand against his throat and shouted loudly at the entrance of the passage, "The essence of the Salem tragedy is the consequence of wizards failing to form an alliance with No-Maj, and it is a tragedy caused by your own incompetence!"

The voice amplified by the amplification spell interrupted everyone's discussion, so that the entire courtroom fell into a brief silence.

Nietzsche thought: They are probably looking for each other to find out who made the sound.

After a few minutes, Chairman Kohaug asked fiercely: "Who dares to comment on the Salem case here? This is the House of Representatives! We have paid enough blood for the No-Maj!"

Nietzsche straightened his windbreaker and walked to the center of the parliament hall with a licorice wand in his mouth, while Dobby followed unhurriedly and stood in the center of the dome.

"The person you wanted to arrest the most, sir -" he swallowed his saliva, turned his face to the wizards on the seat, and put his hands together contemptuously, "I heard that you have been asking for help. Fudge blames me?"

‘Once’ was because he had already died once, and this appearance made Kohaug’s eyes widen.

Nietzsche spurned these pedantic wizards who held a bunch of clichés. The more humble his actions were, the more harsh his previous words were. The face of the Chairman of the Congress heated up visibly.

On such a heavy topic, Nietzsche showed great disdain.

A small purifier has made the MAC so nervous, and it is something that can be easily solved by ordinary people. Isn't it the incompetence of the MAC?

The British government next door was once willing to cooperate with Fudge to capture Sirius, let alone the Purifiers belonging to No-Maj.

"You are..." Chairman Kohaug seemed to recognize the child who had attended the trial in 1991.

"I am that Sherlock Holmes." Nietzsche looked at him indifferently, took a step forward, and said softly, "And now I am here to warn you on behalf of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons - don't Stop us."

This small step caused the President of Congress to instantly draw his wand, and his movement also caused the other wizards' arms to begin to swing under the table.

The old Polpentina did not move. She simply squinted her eyes and looked at Nietzsche carefully.

"How did you get in!" Chairman Kohaug raised his wand angrily and said, "Very good...it turns out you are the one who is causing trouble. If the president of the Wizards' Federation hadn't stopped you, I would have arrested you long ago. You You dare to come here and threaten me!”

Facing dozens of wands, Nietzsche calmly put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, and nodded to Dobby.

Now that Shuang Mo had lost to him and Lockhart had become the Prime Minister, when everything was on track and everything was ready, he no longer had the slightest patience for other things - because he could not convince Kou Haug.

Since they can't be used like Fudge, there's no need to win over him, and their interests have been opposite from the beginning.

"Take him and hand him over to the Wizards' Federation!" Chairman G. Kohaug ignored Dobby and cast a red spell.

The disarming spell shot towards him like a bullet, but when he was still an arm's length away from Nietzsche, Dobby deflected the powerful disarming spell with a wave of his hand, causing a crack in the floor.

Then, there was another popping sound, and the silver spiral flew against the ground, making a strange friction sound, forcing Chairman Kohaug to roll sideways, and the silver light flashed and broke the conference table in half.

Dobby is Dobby, and once he takes action, he will never hold anything back.

"Mr. Holmes is Dobby's friend and his superior!" the house elf stood in front of Nietzsche, pointed his finger at the wizard chairman in front of him, and said sharply, "Don't even think about leaving here!"

Dobby became extremely vicious, and his eyes were like glass balls, printed with the starlight called ideal.

Chapter 403: Preparing to clear up before returning to school

The name of the Purge Department shows the style of this new department. Its responsibilities include but are not limited to issuing timely death sentences to extremely vicious dark wizards, handling special events, and carrying out rapid strikes against a certain target...

Today is the first action after its establishment, and it is also the first time Nietzsche shows his fangs.

"Dang Dang Dang ---"

"Invasion of Magical Congress, alert level six, alert level six!"

I saw Chairman Kohaug's wand light up, and the wall clock in the hall on the first floor of the Magic Congress immediately began to spin. Invasion slogans appeared on the photo frames and notice boards in every corridor, pointing directly at the council chamber.

Immediately afterwards, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic rushed in, along with hundreds of black cats with blue eyes.

Nietzsche waved his wand and split a black cat that jumped in front of him with a lightsaber composed of an invisible armor spell and a lighting spell. However, there was no blackened cross section, but it was split into two.

"Those are civets." Porpontina Goldstein reminded aloud. "Many ministries of magic use them to defend against intruders. Ordinary magic will only make them more numerous."

She sat motionless in her original position, like an old man watching a stage play, pointing at the actors.

"Thank you for that ill-timed introduction!" Nietzsche placed his wand on the ground and shouted, "The wind is blowing!"

The storm spread around him with him as the center. When it overturned the civets with glaring sapphire eyes, the wind pressure let out a low roar like the roar of a fire dragon, and nearby tables and chairs were blown to pieces.

More than fifty Aurors surrounded the Chairman of Congress, protecting him behind him.

Nietzsche looked at the densely packed wands in front of him, grinning and mocking: "Whose number do you want to compete with? Poor Mr. Kohaug, if you think I haven't prepared anything, you are totally wrong."

There is no place in this world that house elves cannot enter. As long as they need coordinates, even Azkaban cannot guard against it.