Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I just hope he won't get into trouble..." she said sincerely.

There weren't many documents on the table. When several people started to check, Mrs. Hudson had already sat down by the stove quietly. She didn't read them, but she would listen quietly to everything happening around her.

It was a pile of historical documents, and the places circled in red ink were all names.

"This happened in the UK. Shouldn't MI5 handle it?"

"Although that's the case, the magic world is completely out of touch with society and has formed a government privately on British territory. Even Northern Ireland doesn't dare to do so." Mycroft said calmly, "Besides, this matter also involves the US government."

No one could have expected that Draco Malfoy's family would be stripped of their underwear by a bunch of Muggles, and it only took half a day.

The earliest name that appeared was Armand Malfoy, who appeared in the history of William I, followed by Nicholas Malfoy in the 14th century, when many ordinary people died in his territory because of the Black Death.

In the 17th century, Lucius Malfoy I began to appear, but only appeared on the banquet list of Elizabeth I.

In the end, they almost disappeared, but occasionally in the past few decades, the name of Lucius Malfoy II, Draco's father, can be seen on the list of some large auctions.

Parkinson and Flint are very rare, and they almost occasionally appear with the Malfoy family.

In the data, they are also involved in the early currency and land property of Britain, but before the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, they began to slowly disappear.

"In 1692, the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was promulgated. It was to prevent the existence of wizards from being known to ordinary people, so this decree was promulgated." Nietzsche said, "And in the late Industrial Revolution, there were very few landlords in land relations."

The time when the "Statute of Secrecy" was promulgated was a dividing line. Since then, the outside world has less and less information about wizards.

As for the issue of early land annexation, it is obvious that Malfoy had cashed out all of it before and exchanged it for gold. The wealth obtained from Britain exchanged for the status of the magic world, and then developed into a pure blood.

In other words... Malfoy himself started out as a fucking half-blood.

"Uncle, help me make a copy later, just in case." Nietzsche smiled from ear to ear.

"Can we place a monitoring device?" Watson had a crooked idea. "Since the murderer is related to them, we can wait for them to attend other banquets next time and sneak up on them..."

"No, the wizard's magic will completely interfere with the information. To be precise, magic itself is an energy field." Mycroft rejected this idea. "You can temporarily understand it as the 'second magnetic field'. Even satellites can't display it."

But is there really no way?

Think about it carefully. Where did the wizards' magic radios come from? What are the motorcycle parts placed in Hagrid's house used for... Nietzsche didn't want to miss any opportunity.

"Improvement. Magic can replace the original oil, gasoline, and electronic resources. I can try to modify it."

Nietzsche's words made everyone feel absurd, and Mycroft was the most obvious. He took out a respirator from his pocket and unbuttoned his suit while breathing pure oxygen.

He was like a seal that was dying after eating plastic by mistake.

"Are you serious?" Lestrade shouted out of control.

"It's absolutely true." Nietzsche knew what the inspector was asking. "Although I don't really hate the style of wizards, but... unfortunately, wizards do have something to be proud of."

They have powerful weapons and energy, but they don't know how to use them. They are just a group of baboons with heavy machine guns.

Thinking in the way of wizards, they can travel freely through space. If they go a little further, they only need to cast a spell on any object to appear in the American continent from the European continent.

Mycroft became serious. Obviously, the British government must not be led astray and become enemies with wizards.

Whether it is out of humanitarianism or from the government's standpoint.

"I don't understand, just... why do they have to go to great lengths to make both sides hostile?" Watson took out a notebook directly under Mary's sight and wrote down the important content of the conversation.

Well, it seems that her husband has never changed his habit of living with Sherlock.

In Watson's view, if both sides cooperate, wouldn't those pure bloods be able to plan their interests better?

His idea was correct, but not rigorous enough, because Watson's idea was always as an ordinary person, so the position of bringing the pure-blood perspective into the picture was always... a rich boss, the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Not entirely correct, you overlooked a condition-magic power cannot be monopolized, as long as you are a wizard."

"So the motivation of pure-bloods is to control. Once the outside world communicates with wizards, wealth will definitely not belong to them alone. Their way of thinking remains before the 18th century, which is the landlord thinking of the old world."

"Bingo~" Nietzsche clinked his glasses with Sherlock.

After the three Holmes gathered together, everything came to light.

Nothing can stop Sherlock, Nietzsche, and Mycroft. For those black wizards, it is also their honor.

Inspector Lestrade on the side said that he could be responsible for the demand for eavesdropping equipment. As long as Nietzsche could try to improve it, he could guarantee the required quantity until Nietzsche succeeded.

But Watson immediately raised a fatal question.

"Wait, we can't just wait for those magical landlords to show up. We don't know when the next banquet will be. Even if it's very close, we can't guarantee that those people will attend."

The two Holmes looked at Nietzsche at the same time.

Here, he is the only wizard who can contact those people.

Nietzsche looked at the worried Mary and didn't know how to start for a while... What should he say?

Could it be that he had actually made enemies with those pure-bloods at school a long time ago, and they were eager to be hit to death by an out-of-control flying broom when he went out, and they even approached them to place a bug. Nietzsche patted his head in annoyance.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have kicked Draco out of the dormitory.

Enemies...Malfoy...Huh?

"I know a few wizards. Although they are pure-bloods, they are mortal enemies of those "landlords". They are pro-Muggle, and their fathers work in the Ministry of Magic. Maybe they are good candidates!"

In the Weasley family, Ron often talked about the conflict between his father and Malfoy.

Well, well, Ronnie, thank you so much and your two brothers. For your father, you will surely like this "Christmas gift".

"I'll call Hermione later. She is the first-year leader of Gryffindor."

Haha, the Malfoy family, right? Even if there are fingerprints on the murder wand, you won't go to jail, right? You always have an alibi, right? It doesn't matter, it's time for a little Muggle shock.

"You, suppress the panic; you two are responsible for the murderer; and I am responsible for stabilizing the relationship between the wizarding world and the government."

Mycroft is in charge of a difficult task.

He has to maintain the dignity of Great Britain while stabilizing the emotions of the wizards, and dig the murderer from the group of wizards in the Ministry of Magic and transfer it to the government to handle, and minimize the definition of "terrorist attack".

Once the target of anti-terrorism covers the entire Ministry of Magic, the consequences are unimaginable.

Alas, this warehouse manager is too humble...

"Regarding the matter of Oxford University, the other party should be a person with great scheming, prestige and power. Be careful in handling it." Mycroft left a warning before leaving, "He who knows the secrets of the four cults is not an ordinary person."

The dead are all members of the cult, which is no accident.

First of all, the other party must be someone who can contact the chief justice and the home secretary, and he must be quite familiar with them to know the details of these people.

"Watson, our party has begun!"

"No, not 'we', only you." Watson hugged his fiancee's arm, "Also, don't involve Nietzsche, he...he can only provide you with information."

Sherlock took a sip of wine, tilted his head and closed his eyes.

He heard nothing.

As a civilized person at the end of the 20th century, he would only respect others...if Nietzsche wanted to participate, he would naturally respect him.

(Big Sister Irene will appear tomorrow, funny.jig)

Volume 1: Chapter 55 That (woman)

Hermione received a call from Nietzsche on Christmas Eve, but she did not agree immediately.

Although she knew that Ron would definitely agree to Nietzsche's request, out of a secular morality, Hermione did not think it was a good thing. It sounded a bit...

Hermione lay under the bed, thinking about it all night but still couldn't make up her mind. Now she was still a little hesitant.

"Good morning, Mien~"

"Good morning~Dad...Mom...Mom! Help me get the pudding!"

The next day, Hermione, who had just come downstairs, had an unlubricated head and was wearing pink star pajamas. She fell down beside her father with her legs crossed, not like a lady at all.

Wendell Granger held Earl Grey tea, enjoying the heating and the company of his daughter while watching the morning news on TV.

"Why don't you use some magic to make the pudding fly into your mouth? Little lazy." Monica Granger looked at her daughter clinging to the sofa like a slug and began to nag.

"Students under the age of seventeen cannot use magic outside of school..."

Hermione suddenly thought of Nietzsche. It was bad. He definitely didn't read the laws of the wizarding world. I hope he didn't break the law by performing magic for his family on Christmas yesterday.

Nietzsche: Why didn't you say it earlier?

The morning news on TV was about the murder of the American ambassador.

"Not only Stan Dies, our Thomas Rossran, the Chief Justice was also assassinated not long ago. After our consultation with the US President, these were deliberate murders, not accidents."

"Sir! Do you mean terrorist attacks?" The reporters outside the venue shouted, holding old cameras.

"Not entirely correct..."

"So what about the safety of the British people? Is there any evidence that the murderer will not launch a large-scale attack?"

"Britain and the United States will set up a temporary anti-terrorist force! The temporary anti-terrorist emergency force is affiliated with the anti-terrorist command group of the Special Operations Department. After discussion by the cabinet, their leader will be Inspector Lestrade who was temporarily transferred."

But the official in charge of external affairs did not reveal too much, but just repeated some advice and warnings.

The camera turned, and a pale and thin inspector with a rat-like face appeared on the TV. His black shawl had long been covered with white snowflakes. In this weather, his originally short body looked even stronger.

But those reporters did not look down on him because of his height.

This is the top detective of Scotland Yard, who has solved countless cases and has been a famous detective for a long time.

"Sometimes, you are quite safe in school, but now it is really..." Mr. Granger carefully tested the temperature of the black tea with the tip of his tongue, "I hope there will not be a second mortar incident here."

He was talking about the incident that happened two years ago, when the Northern Irish Army attacked the Prime Minister's Office with mortars.

Hermione stared at the content on TV in a daze, and all the absurdities that happened in the world were included in it. She was thinking: If she rejected Nietzsche's proposal, could ordinary people catch the dark wizard?

I'm afraid it would be difficult.

If the dark wizard was not caught, would the British government classify the wizard as a potential terrorist?

Hermione, who has a keen political sense, smelled the danger. Whether it was out of selfishness or justice, she could not refuse Nietzsche's suggestion now. Under a more grand narrative, any morality is futile.

"Yeah... the magic world..." She didn't have time to go upstairs to change out of her pajamas, she just put on a black windbreaker and walked out, "I suddenly thought of something, I have to go out for a while!"

"Where are you going? Will you come back for lunch?" Mrs. Granger shouted.

"It won't take long!"

Hermione gathered her collar and rubbed her hands as she walked out of the community.

It would take about half an hour to walk from here to Baker Street, and combined with the bad weather and the snow that made it difficult to walk, it might take more than that, so Hermione finally chose to walk in a straight line.

Go directly between Charing Cross Road and Holborn Street.

She never dared to walk in the alleys before, which were usually the bases of hooligans and street gangs.

But perhaps because of the weather, there were only a few old beggars left on the usually 'bustling' streets, who leaned against the corners covered with graffiti and huddled their bodies.

"Miss God bless... God bless!"

At this time, Hermione saw a woman holding an umbrella and wearing mink around her collar, lowering her body and throwing a few pounds with Queen Elizabeth II and inventor George on the front and back in front of them.

It seems that this woman is very kind-hearted, but I don't know why such a rich lady would walk in such an alley.

Hermione wanted to continue on her way, but suddenly a few middle-aged men stood up from the group of beggars. They had some scars on their faces and put one hand in their pockets.

"Can you give us some money, sweetheart?" They slowly surrounded the woman with ill intentions, and their voices trembled with coldness, "You gave it all to those old guys, just think of it as pity for us..."

The man facing the rich lady saw Hermione behind her, but didn't care.

"Oh~ dear, they are too old to move, and you strong people can't go to work by yourself?"

"Just think of it as pity, if you want, we can also show our strong side."

"Then I'm really lucky." The woman acted a little shy and scared.

Should I take action?

If I did, I might receive a warning from the Ministry of Magic the next day, but if I didn't, I could only watch innocent people being bullied. For Hermione, this was a trolley problem.

She suddenly began to hate the way the Ministry of Magic supervised wizards.

"I'll call the police!" Hermione summoned up her courage and shouted.

"Little bastard, I don't have time to mess with you!" One of the burly men took out a knife from his pocket and gestured at Hermione twice, "Now you can choose to get out, or we don't want to make some extra money!"

Hermione guessed that this extra money was some kind of criminal behavior-kidnapping and extortion.

But at the moment when the other party impatiently diverted his attention, the woman's right hand shook and grasped the baton drawn from her sleeve. She first raised her knees and hit the most vulnerable part of the man in front of her, and then swung the baton back.

The man who had just threatened Hermione immediately became honest.