Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

He nodded to Furong under the seat to express his gratitude.

Just as Nietzsche was distracting himself, the sound of "The Green Mountains of Tyrol" played by a Scottish bagpipe suddenly sounded outside the door.

Here it comes!

"Relax, you're about to break my hand." When Sherlock heard the music, he immediately perked up and changed his favorite wit and black humor in an instant, and only let his mouth open a crack when he spoke.

He gently patted Nietzsche's hand on the back of his hand and adjusted his tie.

"It seems that I will be alone in the future." Sherlock blinked his gray-blue eyes and pretended to be indifferent.

Nietzsche didn't know how to reply. Between gentle comfort and contempt, he finally chose silence.

Bang---

The door of Clarence House was opened. First, Nietzsche squinted his eyes because of the dazzling sunlight outside. This sun was as dazzling as more than ten years ago, and then the spring breeze blowing in from outside was as cool as the yard of Granger's house.

Finally, his sight began to spread, noticing who was at this not particularly grand wedding:

Black and Lupin who were there to join in the fun, Harry Potter who had killed two snakes, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, Cedric and Cho Chang... all of them represented Hogwarts;

The Weasley twins, guests of honor affiliated with military manufacturing, were also genius inventors of prank toys;

Next were Prime Minister Lockhart, Vice Principal Snape, Professor Quirrell, Mrs. Hudson...

Wait, who is that guy in the black cloak?

Nietzsche's eyelids twitched, looking at the shadow that seemed to be the 'God of Death' hiding behind an ice sculpture, holding his sickle and dancing to the music---if He really existed, then I hope He was really just here to join in the fun.

The Storm Troopers from the Strategic Homeland Security Agency, led by Inspector Lestrade, stood straight on both sides of the red carpet. Their white armor and neat steps made them look more like enchanted stone statues.

Two rows of gun muzzles were pointed upwards and crossed, and then Nietzsche saw Hermione walking through the passage formed by bayonets.

The blue and gold wedding dress was lifted into the air by the fairies, without any contact with the ground. At least Hermione didn't need to worry about being tripped by the dress.

The Grangers held their daughter's hands, without hiding their expectations and joy. They personally handed their hands wearing lace gloves to Nietzsche's palms, and then many silver guardians began to circle around the two.

"Did Fleur arrange all this?" Hermione was looking at the layout of the entire ceremony all the way, and its beauty was no different from the fairy tales she imagined when she was a child.

"In fact, you can say that I did it." Nietzsche said softly, "After all, Fleur can come because of the invitation I handed over."

Hermione couldn't help laughing in front of the Queen of England and Mr. Mycroft in the first row. She suddenly realized that the other party had never changed and still liked to find some inexplicable excuses.

Nietzsche reached out and touched the hat on her head, and laughed too.

"I remember praising you many times in the bathroom, so there's no need to take away Fleur's credit for this matter, right?" She teased.

The two seemed to have returned to the days of bickering with each other. They followed Professor Snape's doe patronus to the high platform built in the hall and stood in front of Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore straightened the half-moon glasses on his crooked nose, threw the manuscript aside, and said in a bright voice:

"Nietzsche John Holmes, your rune magic protects countless lives, and today I hope you can temporarily put down the burden on your body and be protected by the 'magic of love' to your heart's content, so... are you willing to marry her?"

He was not a Muggle, and he didn't like religion, so he temporarily changed to using his own more wizard language.

"Of course I do." Nietzsche looked back at Sherlock and said jokingly, "If it weren't for her, I would rather die alone."

So Dumbledore continued, "Hermione Granger, you guide wizards to join Muggles, so that all mankind has a better future, and today I think you can be a little selfish, so, are you willing to..."

"I do!" Hermione was so excited that she didn't wait for him to finish her words, and responded quickly, "I almost lost it once, so I won't miss it again."

Everyone looked at Miss Granger, who used to be vigorous and resolute, but now she showed the same emotion as a little girl who got her favorite dessert, and they all appreciated this unique side.

Isn't this good? After all, this is like a normal person.

"Well." Dumbledore nodded and said happily, "May the world remember you, and may magic be with you."

Nietzsche planned to take out the prepared alchemical ring, but Hermione's next plan deviated from Nietzsche's plan:

She threw the flowers in her hand into the sky, and under the petals, she leaned her head forward among various patronuses, so that their lips were truly printed together under the blessings of everyone.

"Kacha---"

Colin excitedly took this photo:

No matter what the future holds, at least Nietzsche and Hermione's decades of fighting came to an end today.