Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

In fact, he really liked this approach... He didn't need to worry about everything himself; he only needed to focus on what he was responsible for and was good at.

Lockhart learned the importance of teamwork for the first time.

"Why has no one in the industry ever mentioned you?" A middle-aged man raised his hand.

No one will question its authenticity unless the UK has no shame, so it is real that it can appear at such a summit. The only drawback is: why have they never heard of it before?

If someone were to actually crack this groundbreaking technology, it would definitely come into the sights of these people.

But apart from Hermione and Mycroft, no one here had ever heard of 'Giddy Lockhart'.

"Because we want to maintain the mystery... Mystery always feels so wonderful, right?" he said unhurriedly. "Come on up, at least you can make it spin around on the stage!"

Lockhart invited that middle-aged Muggle.

To be honest, Hermione always felt that Lockhart, with his microphone and flamboyant attire, wasn't an inventor, but more like... one of those late-night comedy commercial hosts.

"What should I call you?" Lockhart asked.

“Just call me Howard…” He calmly walked across the seats and got in, but was surprised by the automatic opening of the car door. “Actually, I checked it over. How did you get into the car?”

It's Phantom Teleportation, of course!

However, Lockhart only thought these words to himself.

"That's not the point. Okay... grip the steering wheel. You don't need to look at the fuel gauge anymore, so look ahead and give me a smile~" Lockhart suddenly pulled out a camera and took a picture of himself and Muggle.

He then put the photo in Howard's pocket and patted it.

It seems to be saying: It's an honor to take a photo with Lockhart, little Muggle~

Chapter 134 How to Talk to a Millionaire

In just over an hour, the full range of functions of this 'magic car' was vividly demonstrated.

Those Americans thought they were going to have to listen to several hours of research reports and boring explanations again, but they didn't expect that this time. They even abandoned their female companions and rushed to grab the right to experience it.

Lockhart proved to be an excellent performer.

“Good heavens, can’t they be a little more gentlemanly?” Mycroft said calmly, looking at the rickety chairs. “I thought that after the unification war, the northerners wouldn’t be like the southerners.”

Those crazy people even disregarded the danger and climbed under the car. After confirming that there was nothing to support them, they became even more excited.

Entrusting this matter to Lockhart is indeed the most perfect solution, because those people all want to provide financial sponsorship.

"I'm afraid only NASA before the collapse of the Soviet Union could have done this," Mr. Granger sighed, looking at the crowd gathered below. At least they wouldn't have to worry about money for the rest of their lives.

“That means a new NASA is being born.” Mycroft swallowed, mentally elevating the wizarding community even higher.

Everyone present was a discerning individual with unique vision, and each wanted a piece of the new world's pie.

Tens of millions of dollars flowed out of their pockets, with 60 percent going to Mycroft and the other 40 percent to Hermione and Lockhart.

But this is just the beginning.

"Ford is willing to give up 20% of the shares!" This was already the highest investment present, the man continued, "And all you need to do is guarantee the quantity and patents each year, Mr. Lockhart..."

The entire audience erupted in uproar, but Howard remained seated and laughed.

"The terms you've offered are very good, but what if I were to invest as a partner and give you 50% of the shares? What would you choose then?" Howard emphasized again, "Partnership, my friend."

Lockhart panicked, as if he knew Hermione's location, and looked up at them.

Mycroft nodded slightly.

“No problem~” Lockhart made up his mind, then gave them an apologetic smile. “It seems that Howard and I really get along well. How about this, we’ll stay behind and talk alone after this is over.”

This isn't because the price is right, but because of a monopoly...

Mycroft had to ensure they wouldn't be exposed, because those Muggles were unaware of the existence of magic, so he had to eliminate this potential threat. Even if Howard only got 10%, he would still be the ultimate winner.

“Young man, I’m representing Old Ford. Don’t let short-term gains blind you,” the man kindly advised.

This suggests that Lockhart shouldn't assume that the bigger the number, the better.

However, Howard completely disregarded this provocation, pushing the crowd aside to help Lockhart out of the predicament.

"Who is that person?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"The investor who's been making headlines lately, I heard, started out selling arms and is quite famous in his industry." Mycroft pulled out a ventilator from his pocket and took a few breaths of oxygen before he seemed to relax a bit.

And just like that, the deal was finalized.

Hermione and her parents were still shaking when they left the exhibition hall, especially Hermione, who, despite now being a hidden millionaire, was filled with resentment towards Nietzsche.

Why didn't he tell me beforehand?!

Surprise... more like a shock!

She could almost see Nietzsche suddenly jump out from the side, arms outstretched, grinning, and saying: "Aren't you happy? Unexpected? Surprised?"

"You're probably the richest little wizard in your school now. How does that make you feel?" Mycroft rubbed his stomach and slowly swung his cane in circles beside him.

"No...I don't know." Hermione ran her hands through her messy hair, utterly devastated. "I hadn't planned anything! I was just watching for fun, and then...Aaaaaah!!"

She got the money.

and then?

It's just that Nietzsche and the state apparatus operated too fast, so fast that she thought it was a fragile dream.

Mycroft glanced at her briefly and instantly sketched out Hermione Granger's basic image in his mind; he now knew roughly what kind of personality this girl had.

Very steady, prefers to proceed step by step in everything.

"This money belongs to you. No matter how you squander it, no one will think it's wrong, but it's best to keep it... for example, if you need to use it in the future to invest in your friends, or to expand your market and network."

"Friendly reminder---those guys who monopolize resources in the magical world won't just stand by and watch you liberate your slaves."

Hermione couldn't help but think of the Ministry of Magic.

It's worth noting that Lucius was once Minister Fudge's advisor. Who knows if he'll be replaced by another pure-blooded minister after he enters Azkaban? After all, Fudge is a minister who likes 'balance' and thinks he's very clever.

"You want me to bribe you?" Hermione raised her voice slightly.

“That’s not what I said,” Mycroft quickly dismissed, glaring at her.

Why did this child suddenly start thinking in this direction?

Anyway, he didn't teach any of that. If the Hogwarts professors ever see the once honest and unassuming Granger turn into a politician, they can't blame him for it.

Immediately afterwards, Hermione took her parents to the Paris Fashion Week.

She's in a good mood today; now that she has money, she naturally wants her parents to enjoy life first.

Mrs. Granger was mesmerized by the top brands and their dazzling logos, much to Mr. Granger's dismay, who accompanied his wife from beginning to end, not even having time to drink the wine offered by the waiters.

Just then, Hermione suddenly heard a sound that she found utterly repulsive.

“Mom, why are we laughing at these Muggles?” Draco Malfoy tugged at his suit in annoyance. “This suit is so tight I can barely breathe, and they’re looking at me like I’m a monkey.”

Hermione gently tugged at Mycroft's finger, who gestured for his butler to go and keep the Grangers company.

Beside Draco was a slender woman with blue eyes and long blonde hair. The smile on her face seemed to be forced, which was the only thing that was beginning to tarnish her beauty.

Whenever those noble ladies stood beside her, her facial muscles would stiffen, as if she had smelled something dirty, and she would become as cold and sinister as a daffodil.

Draco was equally disgusted with these Muggles, and judging from his protective actions and respectful tone, this person must be his mother.

“How did they get here?” Hermione asked, frowning.

"Who? That woman and child?" Mycroft asked, puzzled. He explained, "Most of the people here are royalty and Parisian fashion house clients, either models or business partners."

But he immediately realized what was going on.

Whatever could confuse Granger so much must be related to wizards, so that's a good thing!

You see, his bosses were just looking for someone to arrest, so they sent up those former nobles and royal family members.

“Since she’s your classmate, go say hello.” Mycroft placed a listening device on her and then gave her a hard shove.

Hermione was pushed out of the crowd, her messy curly hair standing out conspicuously. Draco, who had been keeping a close watch on the surroundings, immediately spotted one of the culprits who had plunged the Malfoy family into the abyss.

At the same time, he also kept an eye on whether Nietzsche was also there.

"Hmph, who invited you here?" Draco said sternly, looking at the girl who was walking towards him, and did his best to be sarcastic. "You'd better leave. People who don't even have a suit aren't welcome here."

“Your classmate?” Narcissa turned around when she heard the noise.

"We can't be called classmates, and I wouldn't dare to know the great hero of Gryffindor." He revealed the other person's identity.

The woman's face immediately turned cold. She first shrewdly examined Hermione's face.

He suddenly laughed again and reached out to stroke Draco's head.

“Not necessarily unwelcome, Draco,” Narcissa said menacingly. “Look at your classmate’s naive appearance; maybe the Muggles who invited us here like this kind of little girl.”

Hermione gritted her teeth and walked up to them.

Narcissa, however, dismissed it all and threatened, "There's no Dumbledore protecting you here, little girl. Welcome to the adult world!"

“Oh? Is that so?” Granger said dismissively. “Hurry up and do it, maybe your whole family can be reunited in Azkaban.”

Wow~ Their insults are really scary~

Chapter 135 Hermione's Backing

Regarding Howard, it's just a personal collaboration between Fox and other universes, hey! Just enjoy it for fun, don't overthink it.

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"Where's your little boyfriend?" Narcissa pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the spot where she had just shaken hands with someone. "How interesting, who here would invite someone like you...tsk tsk."

She always acted so harshly, as if only members of the Malfoy family could enjoy her gentleness.

But...boyfriend? Who?

Nietzsche? That narcissist?