Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“That’s great! Cough cough... I mean, this change is wonderful…” Hermione thought to herself with delight.

In other words, as long as there is registration and record, wizards can modify Muggle items.

There's nothing we can do. The Minister of Magic is useless; he can't even catch a single dark magic item. So, the rest of us can't just give up because of this, can we?

Hermione looked at the Weasleys' old clothes and new books, and a thought suddenly popped into her head: maybe she could win Arthur Weasley over to her side and turn him into a partner of shared interests.

"Have you any ideas on how to make more money?"

What is this word?

They don't even look at what George and Fred do at school; in Percy's words, the two of them are practically a curse.

“Tell me the details!” the three Weasley brothers said in unison.

They were able to get a new set of books and wands this year thanks to the prize money, but they can't win 1000 Galleons every year, can they? If they had that kind of luck, why would they need to work?

“Let your father be a… cough cough… technical advisor.” Hermione stroked Mercury’s wing and said in a pretentious manner, “By the way, how much is his salary again?”

“Not much, at a 1:5 exchange rate, that’s about 1200 Galleons a month. You can exchange pounds for gold and then exchange that for Galleons at Gringotts.” Nietzsche added at the end, “Of course, this doesn’t include bonuses.”

This is the economic disparity between the wizarding world and the outside world.

Wizards have very low daily expenses. 700 Galleons is enough for the Weasley family to travel in Egypt for a month, buy new clothes for their children, and still have money left over to deposit in the bank.

Because most of a wizard's expenses are covered by various monopolistic industries—cauldrons, books, wands, etc.

More than a thousand Galleons a month... that's money Weasley wouldn't even dare to dream of.

The four Weasleys held their heads in their hands, lost in their fantasies.

Ginny: "I can change into the most beautiful witch's outfit from Madam Malkin's shop!"

George and Fred: "We can buy the entire prank dollhouse!"

Ron: "I can get a different pet!"

However, Grindelwald noticed that Harry showed no reaction whatsoever, as if he was uninterested, or perhaps he was already used to it, simply scooping up his free ice cream and laughing merrily at his friend's astonished performance.

Ron couldn't sit still any longer.

He held the pet mouse in his pocket in his hands, as if saying a final goodbye to it.

"Banban, cherish these days. After we go home and convince Dad, we'll have to say goodbye."

To be honest, Nietzsche wasn't averse to rats. After all, many miners kept rats while working, just in case an accident happened, as the rats they had fed would serve as a warning.

But this one... is just so ugly! No matter how many times I see it, it's always the same!

His head was bald, and he was missing a finger, as if he had been abused.

Suddenly, a yellowish-brown shadow swept across the group. Ron felt a brief, furry sensation on his fingertips, and when he looked again, his rat-like creature, Spotted Rat, was gone!

Only the pitiful squeaks remained in the air.

"Wait! Don't run away! We still have one last year together!" Ron yelled in despair.

If he had known, he wouldn't have provoked the rat.

But George didn't think so. He shoved his brother's shoulder and pointed to the street, saying, "It wasn't Scabbers who ran away, it was that cat! Go after it, or you won't even see it one last time!"

Nietzsche had just stood up when he noticed the ginger cat carrying Spots had climbed up the pipe to the roof and was looking back at him.

Its face was gloomy, with a face like a persimmon cake, resembling a Persian longhaired cat. Its fur was a very lustrous color and extremely fluffy. Strangely enough, Nietzsche's first impression of it was... well, he couldn't say, hehe.

Unsure, he looked into it.

How strange, he took another look.

Hermione.

"Ok?"

"Don't you think it's a lot like you when you're angry?"

Hermione: ?

Mercury glanced at the cat, then at Hermione stroking her feathers, before lowering his head and hiding it in the puffed-up feathers.

It's hard to say.

Chapter 147 Crook Mountain Cat

At this critical moment, Grindelwald stepped in.

He drew everyone's attention like a humble elder—they saw the ginger Persian cat frantically scrambling its limbs, kicking roof tiles everywhere, unable to move an inch.

"Silent and wandless spellcasting! CoooooL!" George exclaimed, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"You still have a lot to learn," the old man said, pleased with their admiring gazes. "It seems Hogwarts isn't very focused on education. No problem, I'll help Albus teach you properly..."

Even though the Persian cat was still on the roof, it was as easy as taking something out of a bag. With a backhand hook, it grabbed the back of the neck in the blink of an eye.

It's spatial magic.

It's not Apparition, but the Apparition Spell, a magic specifically designed to control moving objects. It allows you to briefly control objects within your field of vision, making it more convenient and safer for the user than the Apparition Spell.

Perhaps the spatial magic wasn't pleasant, for the cat opened its mouth and vomited.

Fortunately, Ron's rat, Scabbers, returned;

Unfortunately, Spot fell into the sticky food residue, which put Ron in a difficult position, and he could only carefully hold it by its tail.

"Sorry! Crookshanks, you've come out again!" A witch ran up from around the corner of the alley and picked up the cat whose legs were weak. "How many times have I told you, you're not allowed to secretly eat those rats outside."

“It almost killed my pet.” Ron pulled out his new wand and eagerly used magic to clean the stains off Scabbers.

Even so, he didn't want to put the pet mouse back in his pocket because it had just been vomited up by the cat and was disgusting, covered in a foul stench.

The witch tapped the cat's head hard, looking apologetic.

"It's always like this; it doesn't really like cat food and always sneaks off to Diagon Alley to find food when we're not looking..."

Nietzsche glanced around and noticed Crookshan was looking in his direction, then began snoring at the mouse Ron was carrying.

"Excuse me, does it have some other bloodline?" Grindelwald suddenly leaned close to the witch and stared at the cat.

His distinctive heterochromatic eyes startled the clerks at the Fantastic Beasts Shop.

"What a good eye! It has the blood of a cat-raccoon, but precisely because it's a hybrid, no one has ever bought it. People don't like cats that are solitary and suspicious." The witch tucked her arms in and lifted the cat in her arms a little higher.

As pets, people naturally prefer affectionate and adorable animals...

Nietzsche didn't think so. He found the cat quite interesting, both in terms of appearance and personality. To him, a pet that could solve other problems on its own was perfect.

When it gets hungry, it will find food on its own; when it gets bored, it will play by itself.

“Really? I think it looks a lot like you,” Hermione whispered in his ear, carrying the birdcage.

He's a loner, looks suspicious of everyone, and often acts neurotic and manic... Oh, if he resembles her in demeanor, then in personality he's practically a carbon copy of Nietzsche.

By the way, although Nietzsche and Hermione jointly purchased 'Mercury' at the beginning of the school year, Hermione was the one who used it most of the time.

Don't ask why, because Mercury has a painful past. Even it tilts its head and looks at Crook Mountain, as if thinking: If Nietzsche had a new pet, would it suffer less?

"Wizards really have no vision, always looking down on insignificant lives." Grindelwald's words sounded like an exclamation, but they were more like self-mockery.

His keen insight stemmed from past mistakes, which led him to cram in knowledge about magical creatures.

"Shouldn't snakes be afraid of cats?" Hermione said calmly, noticing his unwavering gaze.

A pun!

"Who doesn't like cats?" Nietzsche said earnestly, as if getting impatient. "Nobody dislikes cats; besides, I'm just too lazy to take care of animals..."

“If it were Crook Mountain, we wouldn’t need to go to all this trouble.” The witch cleared her throat and interjected appropriately, “My dear, the cat-cat is very clever and very good at protecting its master.”

She noticed that among the group, only Nietzsche was empty-handed.

This is a potential customer!

Moreover, the witch really didn't want to spend every day wandering around Diagon Alley, exhausted from searching for a mixed-breed raccoon cat that always managed to escape.

"Alright, how much?" Nietzsche was moved and made up his mind.

"The original price was ten Galleons, but it just wouldn't sell, so... five Galleons!"

The witch happily accepted the coins and placed the cat on the table, while Crookshank simply stretched, slowly crawled to Nietzsche's seat, curled his tail, and began to purr. The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, finally, we got rid of this troublesome person.

After confirming that Crookshank had not shown any hostility, the witch left without looking back, lest Nietzsche change his mind.

Crookshan, however, remained oblivious, dozing off on the table to ease the nausea he had just experienced. He seemed completely unconcerned about who his new master was, as if he were ready to run away at any moment if he became dissatisfied.

"I think I'll put Spotted back in the car." Ron's ears turned red, and he walked out sullenly, carrying the mouse.

He does this when he's under pressure and has nowhere to vent.

Later, Nietzsche and Hermione wandered around a few more times, listening to the wizards' conversations and buying all sorts of books, until they returned to Charing Cross from the Leaky Cauldron in the evening.

Throughout the journey, Nietzsche would often joke about the Crookshank he was carrying:

"You're too heavy." "Why are you so serious?"

Hermione felt he was using the opportunity to be sarcastic, but she had no evidence.

It was as if he sold the cat just to tease Hermione. He would raise his arm deliberately while sighing, and whenever Hermione turned her gaze away, he would exclaim like Lockhart and then move to a different spot.

But no matter what Nietzsche did, she made up her mind about that idea.

But what was Nietzsche's real thought when he bought the Crook Hill?

For fun? Want a pet? Because it resembles the serious or pretentious Hermione?

He himself didn't know, and perhaps if you really had to say, he was a little bit of everything. After all, apart from serious occasions, Nietzsche was often very capricious, as long as it made him happy.

"Pets generally resemble their owners." She would never change that idea.

"Hmm~ Crookshank spent so much time at that pet shop, how come he doesn't even have a cat friend?" Nietzsche said nonchalantly. "That's really pitiful, but it's okay, I won't look down on you."

He reached out and stroked the hair of Crookshan with his fingers.

It was very fluffy, the feel of it was like... Nietzsche glanced at Hermione's hair.