Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Nietzsche led Hermione into a restaurant called 'Florentia'.

Meanwhile, the Grangers and Watsons had arrived at the round table early, and the two men, both doctors, had already begun their conversation over Bonn wine.

This feeling made Nietzsche somewhat... he couldn't think of a good way to describe it.

“I’m sorry to ask, but I’m just curious,” Mr. Granger said, his eyes glazed over as he absorbed the expensive Bonn wine. “If Nietzsche was your son, why is his surname… you know what I mean?”

“Because Mary and I didn’t know each other when we adopted him,” Watson said clearly.

At this moment, Hermione noticed that her mother looked at them with a mixture of pity and affection, and after she sat down, Monica took her arm.

Hermione didn't understand what had happened between them before, making Nietzsche seem like a princess about to be married off.

Generally speaking, Hermione hates going out to parties, especially the kind where her parents take her to visit relatives. For Hermione, these are just too boring, and she'd rather stay home and read a few books.

But today is different... at least she can see Nietzsche's shy demeanor under Mary's clutches.

Mrs. Granger struck first: "Darling, your hat is perfect for you today. I don't recall you owning such a hat at home."

The sharp-eyed Mary also noticed something amiss, and looking at the two who entered together, she said, "Nietzsche, I've never bought you warm gloves before... You have good taste, but they're a bit too feminine..."

Nietzsche and Hermione dared not say another word and could only awkwardly sit between their parents.

Chapter 112 Family Gathering?

"So what do you plan to do after graduation?"

The parents of Hogwarts students gathered around a dish of pheasant stew with potatoes, oysters, and a selection of white wine, and began questioning the two students who had just started their second year.

Hermione, however, always remained silent when it came to this kind of 'diplomacy'.

What could he say? Was he supposed to tell his parents and the Watsons, "Oh, we rescued a professor from terrorists last year, and this year we're planning to capture a basilisk and become wizarding detectives in the future?"

It sounds good, but if the Grangers heard that their daughter was doing these things, they would definitely make her drop out of school.

'You take care of it...' Hermione winked at Nietzsche.

“Mr. Granger, we’re only in our second year.” Nietzsche looked at the bottle of wine and swallowed hard. “But if we’re talking about five years from now, we should be able to get government jobs.”

“Is that so?” Mr. Granger swallowed the juicy chicken breast before continuing, “But didn’t Hermione say that wizards can’t have contact with ordinary people?”

That's not entirely wrong, after all, that was in the past.

“Yes, there are some. After all, I know a wizard who works in the government.” He said with a smile. “Don’t worry, wizards are still in high demand here…who knows, Hermione might become the Prime Minister’s friend someday.”

These words pleased the slightly tipsy Mr. Granger, who then casually ruffled his daughter's curly hair.

But Wendell Granger took it as a joke; he had no idea his daughter could be so charming... If she were really that amazing, she wouldn't have been bullied at school every day.

As for the British government, he still trusted it.

“But being a teacher isn’t bad either.” Mary rolled her eyes at her fiancé and complained, “At least you won’t be idling around with your friends all day and gambling every now and then.”

Idle and lazy?

Nietzsche and Hermione both lowered their heads and focused on eating.

Seeing Watson's helpless expression, Mr. Granger poured him a full glass... They're both men, it's so tough...

"But why have I never heard of this before?" Mrs. Granger asked curiously. "If there were wizards in the British government, we should know about it, instead of saying that Muggles and wizards are forbidden from contact."

She had a vivid memory of her conversation with Professor McGonagall during his first visit.

After all, Mrs. Granger had been preparing Hermione for her future life in the wizarding world with her husband, and they were even planning to create an alternate account... But Nietzsche's words suddenly gave her renewed hope.

"It's not the right time yet. The Ministry of Magic doesn't want wizards to have too much contact with us, but wizards will gradually come into everyone's view, though in a different way..."

Although the Grangers didn't understand Nietzsche's meaning, Hermione understood immediately.

Wizards won't suddenly appear before people, but their works will appear in people's daily lives... Only by allowing them to enter human society can they avoid being rejected by the government.

“That’s wonderful! I thought Hermione would leave us someday and live in some wizarding community,” Mrs. Granger said happily.

“But wouldn’t doing this really break the Ministry of Magic’s laws?” Mr. Granger seized on a linguistic loophole and said vaguely, “Because you said the Ministry of Magic doesn’t want wizards to be exposed to ordinary people like us.”

Moreover, listening to Nietzsche say this, he always felt that the policies between the two worlds were completely opposed.

Opposition means conflict, and Mr. Granger certainly doesn't want his daughter to be suddenly captured by those unreasonable Ministry of Magic...

If all else fails, the professor is a good option; he believes his daughter can do it.

Watson, sitting to the side, noticed Nietzsche's silence, as if he had swallowed something unspeakable. So he straightened his tie and calmly smoothed things over.

"But who knows what the future holds? Maybe those laws will disappear one day." With a polite smile, he made Nietzsche's meaning very clear.

future...

Watson saw through his thoughts and couldn't help but feel a little worried. He was about to pour himself another glass of white wine when Mary stopped him.

“Three cups a day, as you promised,” she said with a smile.

After the banquet, as Mary saw the Grangers off, Watson immediately took the opportunity to pull out the cork and gulp down two mouthfuls of alcohol. The violent drinking caused his face, which had remained unchanged, to turn red instantly.

Then he put it back in its original place and pretended nothing had happened.

“Don’t tell me you have nothing to do with this…” Watson’s intuition was very sharp.

This was all honed through his close interactions with Sherlock in the past. He could discern Nietzsche's connection to certain matters simply from his attitude and words... But most importantly, he understood Nietzsche and John Holmes.

Wait a minute, why didn't he give Nietzsche the surname 'Watson' before he met Mary?

“I thought what you cared about most was why I didn’t move in with you.” Nietzsche was somewhat surprised.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I never thought I could outmaneuver a Sherlock Holmes.” Watson slumped back in his chair, completely abandoning any semblance of gentlemanly manners. “I shouldn’t have let you register at the Holmes’ house back then.”

He wanted to save himself trouble, since he was penniless and a retired soldier. The government would conduct a series of checks on him to ensure he was eligible to adopt.

But Holmes is different. He has a clean background and a family, which saves him a lot of trouble.

“We will always support you, but you at least need to give Mary a plausible explanation... I don’t want to drag unsuspecting Mary into some kind of conflict you’re having some kind of fight someday,” Watson said.

“People almost died at the school,” Nietzsche said abruptly.

"Huh... Ah? What?!" Watson's eyes widened, and he immediately sat up straight. "You never mentioned this in your letters!"

"What are you saying? That some people are using the lives of Muggle students to achieve their own political goals?" Nietzsche rubbed his face violently. "Think about Mary, she would definitely point a gun at the professor's nose and demand that I drop out of school."

Speaking of his mother, who was a tutor, he felt nothing but admiration.

I was so badly disciplined as a child that I almost developed a psychological trauma, because Mary really knew how to deal with children.

Watson never expected his son to experience something like this at a school. He thought that Nietzsche was already being blessed by Merlin and King Arthur for not bullying others.

“I can’t get away, because someone’s after Hermione.” Nietzsche started shaking his leg. “In fact, things in the wizarding world aren’t any cleaner than outside, maybe even worse…”

What's even more frustrating is that Dumbledore is restricted in many ways.

After Nietzsche returned home, he wrote a letter and brought a large amount of dried meat before he could get Mercury, who was temporarily staying at Holmes' house, to start working and deliver the letter to Harry Potter.

Chapter 113 Harry and Nietzsche's Conspiracy

The night before returning to school, Harry didn't sleep. Instead, he sneaked out of bed, ran to the Gryffindor common room, and sat by the fireplace to read letters.

Judging from the tone and handwriting above, he seemed to have already seen Nietzsche using a licorice stick as a pipe, and was giving him a brief explanation of Malfoy's conspiracy surrounding Wesley.

"They're making it so mysterious, I thought they were really targeting me." Harry covered his mouth, said half a sentence, and then turned his head away.

“When we return to school, we can’t guarantee that Ron is the real person,” Nietzsche stated clearly in the letter. “We need to figure out how Lucius ensured the secret room could be opened.”

Speaking at school is actually less comfortable than speaking outside.

Harry sat with his back against the wall on the warm carpet. The flickering firelight from the fireplace was particularly striking in the holiday night. Harry rubbed his hands together, then grabbed a snowball from the windowsill and threw it outside.

He was happy to meet with his friends late at night, and the biting cold wind blew away his worries about his friends and his fear of the confined space.

“Speaking of which…” Harry tried hard to recall anything related to Lucius, “I do remember the day I went to Diagon Alley with the Weasleys before school started… I used Floo Powder to get to Knockturn Alley.”

Upside-down Alley?

Yes, Hagrid said Diagon Alley was a gathering place for dark wizards. Harry put some snow water on his eyelids and witnessed Lucius dealing with the remaining dark magical artifacts.

Harry then put on a pained expression, as if recalling the past was a painful experience for him.

He thought to himself, 'Bokine...Bok? Maybe it's because of last year's recording and this year's massive search that Lucius's in a rush to get rid of those dark magic items... Haha, someone else should have been watching his expression back then.'

Lucius Malfoy was certainly anxious, and he was also eager to get revenge.

After he finished reading the letter, it spontaneously combusted, burning the parchment to ashes. Harry could only clap his hands in the fire.

But then he thought, he now needs to keep track of who Ron usually comes into contact with... and what's suspicious about him... You know, monitoring someone is difficult enough for him, let alone his best friend.

Fortunately, Nietzsche finally returned to school the following evening.

“I didn’t see Ron do anything.” Harry said, pulling Ron aside as soon as he got off the carriage. “He’s either sleeping, playing chess, or hanging out with me all day.”

Nietzsche gave the brown-haired girl behind him an apologetic smile, gesturing for her to go first.

The two then walked to the withered ivy canopy and looked up at the densely packed wizards holding wands.

"He can't be in two places at the same time. I mean... who else but you?"

“Let me think… Ginny?” Harry said nonchalantly. “You know, it’s understandable that a girl would be a little scared to have something like this happen so early in her school. Not just Ron, but all three of her brothers are comforting her.”

Harry looked up, unsure whether he was looking at his classmates climbing the stairs or at the stars.

But Nietzsche thought he was probably looking for classmates, because there was a hint of envy in Harry's eyes... He envied Ginny's family.

But then something happened that gave Harry goosebumps—Nietzsche didn't respond; instead, he fell into deep thought. This was not a good sign, because it indicated that he had discovered something related.

Harry took a few steps back, incredulously saying, "You're not thinking about Ginny, are you?! But... but what if it's someone else? Like George, Percy, or them..."

“Don’t be silly, don’t you know the tacit understanding between George and Fred?” Nietzsche felt that he had found a clue by following the clues. “Malfoy’s potion can’t support him to spend the effort to deceive two people.”

He didn't mention that possibility.

Nietzsche had an almost intuitive feeling—yes, taking care of a sick sister was indeed a good reason to get close to Weasley.

Over the next few days, Nietzsche kept observing the relationship between Ron and Ginny, intentionally or unintentionally... Fortunately, the little girl was always taken care of by Hermione, because Ginny seemed too... too docile?

At least compared to his four older brothers, that's the impression he gives.

"Can you all smile?" Lockhart waved his hands in the auditorium. "I have good news to tell you all... That's right, the murderer was caught while you were on holiday!"

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw looked blank; they had never heard of this before.