Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

This is all thanks to Nietzsche. After MI6 uncovered the Malfoy family's little shit, the Prime Minister and the Queen immediately began to self-examine the royal family.

They wanted to see if there were any collateral princes and princesses who were secretly colluding with those pure-blood wizards.

"Do they think this will help the economy?" Nietzsche said doubtfully.

"Help?" Mycroft said helplessly, "They even think that a car that can float will definitely make Britain rise in the world. You simply haven't heard those people say crazy things like 'Great Britain can become the sun never sets again'."

That kind of fanaticism made him not know how to explain it.

In fact, Mycroft really wanted to mention it to them: the mess in the country has not been solved yet, and the diplomatic relations with the Irish Republican Army have not been finalized, and they have begun to fantasize about the dream of the sun never setting empire.

It's really a British tradition-use it to the death.

Volume 1: Chapter 132 Ravenclaw, who likes to save face

After resting for a while, Nietzsche buried his head in Quirrell's laboratory in the second week.

He originally wanted to call Hermione to join, but she was busy replying to her friends' letters, so she couldn't get away for the time being.

But this gave Quirinus a headache, not because of Nietzsche's joining, but because of another person-Gilderoy Lockhart.

"You didn't say he would come too." Quirrell looked at Lockhart, who had a silly smile on his face and poked the glass bottle and touched the machine tool like a country bumpkin, and began to get angry, "Anyone can do it, why this idiot?"

"Because I'm not yet an adult..." Nietzsche pointed to his wand innocently.

There was no way. If he relied on Lockhart alone, he didn't know how long he would have to wait, and he couldn't use magic, so he could only bring him to "join" Quirrell.

So, the two Ravenclaws who disliked each other bumped into each other.

"What are you talking about!" Lockhart stood behind the display case, looking at the two and said, "You are too backward, Quirinus, go to Diagon Alley and ask around, everyone knows what kind of person I am!"

His face was squashed by the glass jar, making his expression of disgust even more distorted.

What Professor Quirrell, he had never heard of such a person in the wizarding world. If Nietzsche hadn't insisted that he cooperate with others, he wouldn't have come... Inventing the magic car, he alone is enough!

"Thief." Quirrell said coldly.

"Mediocre!" Lockhart took out his wand and turned the wand in his hand into various tricks like a monkey in a circus.

"Oh? So you want to compete with me?"

"Come on, let me see how big the gap is between you and the Dark Lord."

Lockhart reported his proudest achievement-defeating the Dark Lord's soul.

However, this had no effect on Quirrell. He took off his work clothes and rubber gloves, and simply waved his palms to the left and right, and moved all the shelves to the wall.

"Dark Lord? You talk as if no one has ever won..."

Nietzsche looked at the two people whose style was gradually getting weird, and complained in his heart: When did Voldemort become a unit.

"You two... Can you be more serious!" He collapsed on the chair, turning around in circles blankly, "Can't you work together and make a magic car? The future of the wizarding world depends on you."

Lockhart sensed Quirrell's powerful magic and suddenly retreated a little, but still stiffened his neck and said, "I'm used to working alone!"

"Is this your new partner?" Quirrell sneered a few times, turned his head and said to the back, "Excuse me---Not very good, I thought you would never make a mistake."

As early as when he was a student, he found such a person in Ravenclaw.

A lion and freak in Ravenclaw, who only relied on acting funny to attract the attention of classmates and professors all day long.

"In fact, Nietzsche's decision to find me to cooperate is the most correct one." Lockhart was talking nonsense, flattering himself to the fullest, "I can lead the trend of wizards, unlike you... hiding in the laboratory alone to study the dark magic."

He is also leading the trend, it's good enough if he doesn't follow the trend.

"You know his crap, it's obviously not so troublesome..." Quirrell couldn't help complaining.

He was like a busy butler, just finished the work at hand, the next second, his young master came up with a new idea, and he, as a butler, had to start preparing again.

Looking at Lockhart who was arguing with him, Quirrell, who had accepted Voldemort's thoughts, showed his dark side.

Let's say, if you can threaten, then threaten. He really can't stand this fool arguing with him here. Comparing qualifications with such a person is really lowering his own standards.

"Fear is not a motivation, I need him to devote himself wholeheartedly." Nietzsche said his motto again.

At this time, Lockhart picked up a gun engraved with a spell. He didn't understand those Muggle weapons, but he could still vaguely guess the relationship between Quirrell and these things---Qurinus Quirrell was making new weapons.

He touched the cold and smooth gun body, and then found a trigger underneath, which was the only thing he could pull.

As soon as he pulled the trigger, Lockhart could see the condensed magic pulse that replaced the traditional physical projectile bursting out from the muzzle. The huge recoil made him involuntarily lift the gun body, allowing the red beam to hit the ceiling.

With a "bang", a gap was blown open in the ceiling, and the sunlight left an irregular pattern on the floor.

"Idiot!" While he was still in a daze, Quirrell immediately used the Disarming Curse and the Flying Curse to take back the experimental object.

"Uh... Okay, you're barely qualified." Lockhart hurriedly hid aside and stammered, "Well, I... I'll go get the car in..."

Quirrell's nose was twisted with anger.

Do you think he deals with serious Muggle research experts every day, or various attentive parliamentarians and ministers, but now he is just an assistant?

If it weren't for Nietzsche, Lockhart wouldn't even have the qualifications to step foot here!

"Don't look at him as stupid, actually, he..." Nietzsche was also very embarrassed and could only desperately make excuses, "The areas you are responsible for are different. He has some ability in writing novels, and we also need his publicity."

Quirrell nodded and said calmly: "Mascot, right?"

Nietzsche coughed several times and said nothing, seeming to acquiesce.

It wasn't until Lockhart was so excited that he accidentally hit a car against the wall at the entrance of the laboratory that he whispered, "As long as we know, don't say it in front of him."

Although Quirrell didn't want to talk to the other party, for the sake of ideals, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Throughout the afternoon, his ears were filled with Lockhart's pointing. He was doing most of the spells, while the other person was just holding a conical beaker filled with wine and watching the show.

Of course, he will still occasionally take action...such as the simplest anti-lock spell.

"Here is the engine. Remember to apply the braking charm, do you understand? I have restored one in school." Lockhart held the wand with his orchid fingers, and the oil splattered caused him to change positions.

On the other hand, Nietzsche and Quirrell, who had beaten them, had sticky hands and a pungent smell all over their bodies.

"Then come over and carve a magic spell for me!"

"It's too dirty." Lockhart stood on tiptoe and said disgustedly, "I'm going to attend a book club meeting tonight. What if someone finds out that I have black stuff stuck to my hair...Here, you Got it backwards~"

He then pointed to a place and said that the broomstick's deceleration charm (shock reduction and speed reduction) should be used instead of the shock absorption charm.

Because the shock-absorbing spell reduces vibrations, similar to a 'cushion' effect, while the decelerating spell directly prevents movement, it can be used together with the braking spell.

It sounds logical, but it hurts the other two people.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with Lockhart's language description. In one afternoon, they successfully made a basic magic car - it only had flight and control functions.

"Great. When readers ask me how to make it, at least I can answer some questions." Lockhart said with a smile.

When he was about to get into the car and try his hand, Nietzsche and Chilo kicked him away.

"Put it here. You can't play with it. It needs to be kept for modification and exhibition." Nietzsche showed no mercy, even with a stern face, and wiped the oil on his hand on his gorgeous clothes.

Although he knew he could use the Cleansing Charm to clean it up, he just wanted to disgust Lockhart.

"But how do I get back?" Lockhart said in surprise, "I still want to show these ignorant wizards this kind of thing."

"want to?"

Nietzsche and Quirrell looked at each other and drove him out of the laboratory.

"Then make a car that is inferior to yours tomorrow!"

Volume 1: Chapter 133 This person sounds familiar

Except for the Oblivion Charm that he had been thinking about for a long time, Lockhart was half-full of everything.

It wasn't Granger who helped repair Arthur Weasley's car at school. Therefore, it was Hermione who really made Lockhart understand the principles of magic.

So one morning during the summer vacation, Hermione, who was eating strawberry pudding with frosting, received an invitation and tickets.

"London International Exhibition?" Hermione looked at the unfamiliar icon and said doubtfully, "I haven't heard of this thing. When was it?"

The description on the invitation seemed to be some kind of summit, a technology and military exhibition used to attract investors.

But what does this have to do with a wizard like her... Ah no, Hermione suddenly thought of the magic car, but was this too ostentatious, and who sent it, she didn't remember paying attention to these.

"I heard about it during Christmas," Mr. Granger said while eating breakfast. "I heard that we are gradually entering globalization, so we have opened up some markets to attract wealthy Americans to invest here. "

There's nothing we can do~

Ever since the war of independence was fought over there, Britain has been unable to do anything to those Americans, and the former overlord has also changed places~

"Did you subscribe to it?" Hermione raised the invitation card in her hand, "Or was it a small gift from one of your guests?"

Wendell Granger thought for a moment, and among the guests he had come into contact with, the only one who could be considered a big shot was Nietzsche's uncle... But neither of them knew about this.

The day they both returned from Hogwarts happened to be the day Mycroft went to see his teeth.

"Probably it belongs to that customer." Mrs. Granger wiped her hands and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Hermione looked at her mysterious parents and could only give up.

When they got off work and came to an exhibition garden in the center of London, they realized how grand this summit was. The people who lined up in front of them were all "Golden Chickens".

And those who passed by first gathered at the fashion show, applauding all kinds of models.

Hermione was shocked by the broadening of her horizons and didn't know where to go next, but soon she knew the purpose of her coming---because a simple cane pushed her out of the queue.

"Sending you an invitation is just a formality~" Mycroft, wearing a tuxedo, took the Granger family directly into the exhibition hall.

Behind him was a young man with a straight chest and back, curly hair parted in the middle, and two small mustaches under his nose. He looked like a butler or a close attendant.

"Wow, uh...thank you." Mr. Granger looked at the neat team behind him and was a little surprised at the behavior of breaking the secular rules, "and your gift, it looks very valuable."

In the center of the square, there were several ballet dancers hanging upside down, and their white costumes were even more moving at night.

From Mr. Granger's perspective, this place is full of opportunities and greed. The world's bizarreness seems to be concentrated on these small round tables, which makes the Grangers a little uncomfortable.

Cigars and cocktails, tuxedos and short skirts...

"Those artists from Paris are not the focus, but if your wife likes, she can go and pick out a few skirts." Mycroft walked forward with difficulty, and chattered on, "My boss is short of money recently."

"Excuse me, your boss is..."

"Britain, the British people, whatever you say." He said quickly, "As you can see, for the sake of pensions, I have to find a way to make those Americans willingly take some money out of their pockets."

The Gulf War was not enough for them to fill their teeth.

In order to get these Americans to inject a batch of gold, they came up with the final plan-to announce to the outside world that British cars and scientific research have made leaps and bounds.

Mycroft took them to a temporary giant tent, with a Bentley placed above the stage.

At this time, Hermione could hear some people whispering:

"Is this the latest product? I've seen it, there are no new features, no new appearance, and even no fuel tank..."

"Without a fuel tank, isn't it just a model?!"

Here it comes, Hermione's left eye is throbbing wildly.

"This is a groundbreaking product... But because of another person, Miss Granger only owns 30% of the shares." Mycroft said shockingly, without giving the few people time to prepare.

"Thirty!" Mrs. Granger raised her finger tremblingly.

She almost fainted, and could only hold her husband's shoulders and look down at her daughter's back.

"If it weren't for Gilderoy Lockhart's participation, maybe it would be 40%... Of course, Nietzsche didn't have his share, ahaha~ That's a huge number, but he insisted on giving it to you."

After waking up from her astonishment, Hermione covered her chest.

This is too sudden. After she came back from school, she called her friends, wrote letters and read books, and she could become a millionaire?

"Why?" Hermione said puzzledly, "I'm not the only one who's working on this."

Seeing that the girl was not ecstatic about the sudden wealth, nor did she feel lucky because of the gift, Mycroft showed some appreciation, and his mouth naturally broke.

This is a person who can accomplish great things... he thought to himself.

"Because you need to retain some strength in the magic world, the power of material can give you a solid foundation before doing anything, and I heard that you have a lot of friends in school...don't you?"

Although the pound cannot be exchanged for too many gold galleons in Gringotts, hard currency like gold is different.

Everything Hermione has created here is her backing in the magic world. Once the patent is invested, as long as the Muggle governments around the world are not paralyzed, she will never fall into despair in the magic world.

The lights in the venue began to dim gradually, and the Grangers supported each other and sat down.

They looked at Hermione, and the discussions among the businessmen around them, the sound of burning matches, and the laughter between men and women...they couldn't hear it, or they didn't care at all.