Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

There is indeed a ‘lightning scar’ in the runes, and the translated ‘sun’ is indeed translated as ‘victory’, which is usually expressed as defeating evil, which is consistent with the love of parents for their children defeating Voldemort)

Ahem, I’ve gone off topic.

It is precisely because of the excessive research that the middle and late plots of Fox are somewhat disconnected, and some book friends even say that it is “not cool enough”.

But, but... According to "Sherlock Holmes", Fox has really tried his best to let the protagonist defeat Moriarty without the Deus Ex Machina, but the later plot is still a mess.

And Fox has never been in love, so he is really not good at giving sweets, woo woo woo.

And there are typos, and there are still so many book friends supporting him, thank you!

The original plan was to finish it with more than 1.3 million words, but because the later plot was a bit broken and difficult to save, Fox could only speed up the main line to finish it quickly, so that the book supported by the book friends can have a normal HE ending.

Grass!!! (scolding himself)

It can be regarded as the first book of Maozhan, and there is still a long way to go in the future.

In short, the book has nearly 3,000 average scores, which is a gift from the book friends. Fox is very grateful, and I will learn more in the future.

Thank you!! (Everyone should post it, even those who gave up halfway should post it in the void)

In addition, free extra chapters will be updated later, so you don’t have to cancel the collection in a hurry~~

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New book preview:

Fox will take a break for about two months. Maybe he will write a hammer article? After all, he has wanted to write it for a long time.

(It may not be a big fight in the game world, but it may also be the travel story of Marshal Brasch in the super earth... Aba Aba.)

Extra chapter The prefect’s bathroom is really good~

“Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!”

In the principal’s office of Hogwarts, Nietzsche sat in the principal’s chair and leisurely read various parchment scrolls, including but not limited to---students who asked for leave for various reasons, Argus Filch’s new suggestions for punishing students, etc.

All of this should be handled by the current Principal McGonagall, but she threw these things to Nietzsche.

Principal Cat said: "Since the school has not found a new professor of Transfiguration, I can't just sit in the office and do nothing, right? And Vice Principal Severus also has his own duties..."

So McGonagall, who was promoted to principal, ran to class. For the first time, she experienced the joy of Dumbledore's blame-shifting.

Nietzsche sipped his iced soda, rejected Professor Slughorn's "Club Decoration Application" with resentment, checked a few unrealistic forms, lay back, took a licorice stick from the pen holder and put it in his mouth.

Today is his first week as a seventh-year student, but there is still a whole year like this!

Impatient, complaining, complaining... Nietzsche got a headache when he thought that it was less than five days.

"Hey! Brat!" Armando scolded in the portrait next to the wall, "The seat you are sitting in is the headmaster's seat of Hogwarts. You should be happy for having this honor. How dare you complain?"

"If I can refuse---" Nietzsche stretched and threw the bitten licorice wand into the empty soda in a shooting posture.

Then he turned his head in dissatisfaction and looked at the instigator above Headmaster Armando---Albus Dumbledore, his blue eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, and behind the half-moon glasses was a foxy smile.

But compared to others, Headmaster Black seemed very happy. He came out from the corner and clapped his hands in approval.

"Very good." Phineas Black boasted, "There is nothing to worry about the honor that comes easily. After all, for us excellent Slytherins, these are what we should have done. I like your attitude!"

In fact, he just took this opportunity to elevate his status and disgust other headmasters.

Then those headmasters who were stepped on for no reason were unhappy. They began to run out of their own portraits and rushed to the portrait of Headmaster Black to start fighting.

Nietzsche sighed and snapped his fingers to block their voices.

This situation happened from time to time. He knew why there was a magic curtain on the wall displaying the headmaster's portrait. Dumbledore, who invented this thing, seemed to have been accustomed to this kind of noise.

"Squeak---"

The oak door of the office was pushed open, and Hermione walked in from outside.

She straightened her back, and her flexible and muscular thighs matched with long boots made her look taller. Now that Nietzsche had shared a lot of pressure, her steps were also much lighter.

The immaturity of the girl has long faded, and her whole body reveals charming charm.

If a beautiful woman is compared to a rose, then in Nietzsche's cognition, Hermione is a rose bush that eats people. She will use her sweet appearance as an attraction, and then devour them completely... This is even more obvious to Nietzsche.

Hermione took out her wand, lightly tapped it, and added a wooden chair in front of the principal's office.

"get out of class is over~" She lifted her legs and leisurely put her leather boots on Nietzsche's knees, as if she was the owner of this office, "I said, why haven't you finished this thing yet?"

OK, OK, it turns out that you are here to gloat.

"This is all thanks to your help!" Nietzsche angrily raised the parchment that he had just moved in front of him, "Look at this... Quidditch training broom upgrade application, isn't this the student union president's business?"

Needless to say, with the support of the entire school, Hermione was already the student council president without any objections.

But for Nietzsche, the seeds he planted in Slytherin ended up bearing fruit today, but he fell on his feet.

"You said you are the chairman, so of course you have some privileges." Hermione straightened her legs slightly and arched her feet so that the toes of her shoes touched his abdomen.

Hermione: Wink~

Nietzsche groaned when he was stepped on, and his back straightened up subconsciously.

He moved his butt back, and then complained, "You can forget about leaving the government affairs of the Ministry of Magic to me, but also give me the chores in school? Be careful that I veto all the trivial matters and let others scold me. you go!"

However, Hermione was not angry at this threat. She first glanced at the covered portrait of the principal, and then glanced at the Sorting Hat taking a nap in the cabinet, and seemed to have made up her mind.

"In order to reward my great hero, how about I help you relieve some stress?"

Her voice was like a demon from hell, full of temptation for Nietzsche.

"Like?" he asked pretending to be disdainful.

"For example...as a prefect, it's reasonable to use the prefect's bathroom a few times privately, right?" Hermione said lightly.

"That makes sense."

"So, as the president of the student union, I decided that it is reasonable for you to have the right to use the bathroom." She stood up, looked at the soda on the table and said, "Ah, school is over. I will take a bath after I finish my homework." "Yeah~"

Only Nietzsche was left in the office again, and as soon as the oak door closed, he was running around like a cat without a leash.

Crookshanks was lying on the cat climbing frame, looking at the crazy scavenger...forget it, he's used to it.

The school's public restroom is on the sixth floor, but Nietzsche has never been there. He only knows that there is such a place, located at the fourth door to the left of the statue of Boris. He could smell the shower gel from behind the thick stone door by sniffing. Fresh fragrance.

On weekdays, this place is only used by prefects, male and female presidents, etc. When he came, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, and almost no one was there.

But he didn't dare to go in, just in case...

Nietzsche thought about Hermione's gaze before and tentatively whispered: "Bozi soda?"

The stone door slowly opened, and a strong fragrance of flowers hit his face. The rising steam stopped at the entrance of the bathroom. Although Nietzsche couldn't see clearly, he felt relieved - Hermione changed the password.

The floor in the bathroom is made of white marble, and the rectangular bathtub is as big as a standard national swimming pool. Without a traceless stretching spell, it would be impossible to put it inside Hogwarts.

And when he moved his gaze to the edge of the bathtub, he saw the figure surrounded by hundreds of golden faucets inlaid with gems.

The thick heat made the fair skin on the edge of the bath glow pink, and made the brown hair wetly hang on the sides of the shoulders. This scene corresponded to the picture of the blond mermaid Hibiscus emerging from the water on the wall of the bathroom.

"You only have one chance." Hermione huddled in the corner of the bath and said with a chuckle.

She deliberately raised her knees and used hot water to wash away the white foam clinging to them.

Nietzsche quickly took off his clothes and wrapped himself in only a flaxen bath towel. He held his nose and jumped down, swimming quickly under the foam, as nimble as a fish.

And when he appeared again, he was already in front of Hermione.

The golden faucet was flowing with shower gel mixed with hot water, which made the skin of the two of them very smooth. The girl's chuckle echoed in the thick mist, like a dream... No, Nietzsche needs to correct it, because this is better than Dreams are even more beautiful.

"Chairman Granger, for the sake of my exhaustion, please be more tolerant." Nietzsche hooked her shoulder.

"I am the President of the Student Union! Allowing you to enter the prefects' bathroom is already breaking the rules. You still want me to ignore the school rules? It's not impossible, but...unless there is any benefit to me doing this." Hermione Said with a wicked smile.

Nietzsche's face straightened. When he felt a 'fish' swimming between his legs, he knew what kind of price he had to pay.

But it doesn't matter, as the saying goes, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'

"You will be satisfied, my dear husband." Nietzsche's hands hugged her under the water.

Immediately afterwards, Hermione exclaimed because of his sudden move. The rune snake wrapped its body around the king bird and rolled against the wall of the bath. Sensibility and reason collided in the empty bathroom.

The bird's neighing sound is as sweet as the phoenix, which makes the runes immerse themselves in each other's feathers.

However, none of them noticed that Myrtle was secretly watching this scene with her face covered in the partition wall between the men's and women's bathrooms.

Myrtle: It’s nice to be a ghost~

(There will be a wedding chapter later)

Extra: During the wedding

"My son, another great person in this world after me is about to fall into the grave...Oh, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that you have entered the grave once before?"

The eerie voice of Sherlock Holmes lingers in a splendid palace.

And Nietzsche John Holmes, whom he called his 'son', who replaced Mycroft as the general director of CI6 and S.H.D. after graduation, was almost a figure covering the sky with one hand in the shadows of the world, but at this moment he was extremely nervous. Like a child waiting for results.

Nietzsche, wearing a standard handmade tuxedo, paced anxiously between the two ends of the room, and occasionally stretched his head out of the window, staring blankly at the red carpet rolling from the main entrance.

But he quickly retracted his gaze and focused on the antique decorations on the wall from the British Royal Collection Trust.

This is Clarence House, which is usually not open to the public. Today's opening is to welcome two people whose every move affects the world---Nietzsche and his fiancée Hermione Granger.

That's right, in half an hour, Hermione, holding hands with Mr. Granger, will walk in from the gate of Clarence House...

"Shut up!" Watson glared at his old friend, then comforted his son, "Relax, your wedding is nothing compared to others, it's just that there are a few more people."

"Others?" Mycroft interrupted at an inopportune time, "Excuse me, the people who can walk into Clarence House are at least "catfish" who have an office in St. James's Palace next door."

St. James's Palace is the official palace of the British monarch, and usually receives submissions from foreign ambassadors and commissioners to the UK.

So strictly speaking, in half an hour... no, it's twenty-five minutes later, Queen Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom will come here with ambassadors from various countries and the Minister of Magic to offer their blessings for the union of Granger and Holmes.

"Thank you so much for your supplement!" Watson also glared at Mycroft.

"You're welcome---" Mycroft, who had retired, was lazier and fatter than before, and he accepted this kind of innocuous sarcasm casually.

Nietzsche became more nervous when he thought of this. In fact, he hated this kind of activity that took private affairs out for show.

At this time, several glowing fairies pushed open the door of the room, and Nietzsche tilted his head slightly and saw the well-kept hall.

The Delacour sisters came in, and their arrival slightly eased the atmosphere in the room.

"Everything went according to plan, everything was perfect." Fleur Delacour said mysteriously, "Nietzsche, I can guarantee that you will not regret sending an invitation to Beauxbatons. Don't worry, the romance of the French will not disappoint you."

"I hope..." Nietzsche looked at his watch and asked hurriedly, "Where are Harry and the others?"

"They have returned from the American Magical Congress, and they should have met his godfather Black now."

It was barely good news, at least Nietzsche felt relieved.

On the other side, Hermione was not much better. She was in the same anxiety and tension as Nietzsche, and even more anxious.

She was not confused, nor nervous about the future, but more shy. After all, this was different from the prefect's bathroom in the school. This time she needed to announce her commitment in front of representatives from many worlds.

Although Hermione had practiced with Nietzsche countless times in private, she suddenly wanted to become a mute today.

"Who will be there?" Hermione suddenly lifted her skirt impatiently and tried to walk a few steps. "Will the hem be too long? If...if I trip, wouldn't it be a failure?"

She implicitly called "shame" "failure of action".

The wedding dress was a gift from Madame Maxime. A blue and gold gauze dress was like a riverbed with a lot of gold sand accumulated. It was shining in the river water under the sun, and the original veil was replaced with a hat that Nietzsche had given.

Mrs. Granger pursed her lips and felt proud when she saw her daughter's anxious look.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Hermione watched those characters who only appeared on TV walk into Clarence House...

"It's time." Mr. Granger took his daughter's hand and said softly.

Hermione walked out with almost no hesitation, with the expectation of the future and the shyness of the present.

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Maybe it's coming soon?

Nietzsche was sandwiched between the two fathers, and he was almost carried in front of Albus Dumbledore... It was a rare thing for the former headmaster of Hogwarts to be the witness.

And Colin was hiding in the corner with a professional camera to take pictures. After graduation, he has been working at the Daily Prophet. It is said that he is deeply loved by Rita Skeeter.

Those fairies from France carried the golden tray vigorously to provide wine and snacks to the surprised Muggle ministers.

Nietzsche also saw several ice sculptures of Beauxbatons' horses placed on the walls of the first floor. The exquisite appearance was even more eye-catching under the flying fairies, and the style was classical... at least the Muggles brought by the Queen of England liked it very much.