Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Since you've already sent Lucius to Azkaban, do you really expect anyone to forgive you? You and they are already mortal enemies. The only difference between you and Hermione is that insignificant procedure."

This was exactly what Nietzsche wanted to hear, but he showed no joy or surprise.

“I’ll consider it,” he said to Hermione with an indifferent expression.

Sirius Black, standing nearby, covered his ears. To be honest, if he could, he would rather he hadn't heard anything at all.

This woman is so terrible!

"What did she say?" Hermione asked, looking at her warily.

“It’s nothing… just don’t go crazy like her.” Nietzsche made a face to reassure her. “Don’t you understand? Don’t worry, I still have my bottom line.”

Moriarty did it; it has nothing to do with him.

Chapter 182 The Weasleys' Christmas Gift

On Christmas Eve, Arthur Weasley, feeling the money pouch in his pocket, had been looking gloomy ever since he left the Ministry of Magic.

Christmas is approaching, and I've received my salary, but it's really too difficult to support a family on such a meager income, especially since Molly quit her job to become a full-time housewife after the baby was born.

Outside a small village in Devon, England, he used magic to erect a barrier and walked alone in the light snow.

We stopped in front of a crooked house that was about six stories high. There was a sign at the entrance of the small courtyard that read: 'Humble Abode'.

"Are the children coming back?" Arthur saw the figure in the chicken coop and quickly walked over.

“Bill and Charlie are still working outside, but Ron said he and Ginny plan to spend some time with Harry at school.” Molly paused when she heard the sudden footsteps.

Looks like we'll be home alone this Christmas!

Arthur embraced his wife from behind, not worried that the clucking of the roosters around them would break the atmosphere.

“Clean up your car first!” Molly rolled her eyes and continued throwing grain into the chicken coop. “Also, you were too kind to those goblins, so you’re in charge of cleaning them up…”

"This is my salary for this month."

Molly Weasley weighed the purse in her hand and sighed as well.

Galleon is another one, but based on what happened before, the Fudge faction in the Ministry of Magic ostracized her husband, and he almost lost his job—because he worked in the Department of Prohibited Muggle Items and made unreported magical devices.

With the eavesdropping incident and last year's magical car, Arthur probably wouldn't have survived if Dumbledore hadn't covered for him.

Have you considered other things, darling?

"What? I haven't been expelled from the Ministry of Magic yet?" Arthur's briefcase slipped from his hand, and he hurriedly picked it up from the ground. "Don't worry, at least Ginny can still graduate."

“If I were you, I would spit in their faces,” Molly said irritably.

The Weasleys are known for being nice people, especially Arthur, who, despite being ostracized, still puts on a smiling face and tries to please others in the office.

Arthur casually tossed the briefcase aside, and it sprouted legs and ran across the slightly pale courtyard into the house.

He watched his wife walk with a swaying gait, gently feeding the chickens, and started swaying along with her: "Molly, you only went on a date with me at four in the morning because you thought I was a good person."

The other person's face immediately turned bright red, and they became very shy, throwing the grain with increasing force.

Whenever she got a little angry, Arthur would use this nickname to tease her, especially when combined with his past experience of almost being caught by the former administrator, Apollon Pringle, when he was younger, it was even more effective.

“I never complained, except… George and Fred wrote a letter…”

"What did they say this time?"

“About your magical car,” Molly turned around, stammering, “there are a lot of wizards working in a factory in Diagon Alley lately, and they say you’d be perfect to lead them…”

In Hermione's words, it's about being a leader and guiding those wizard workers.

When Arthur heard about the magic car, his eyes lit up, but then he turned it off again. He knew Molly wouldn't allow him to do these things, and doing something behind his wife's back was already the limit.

He felt he shouldn't continue to push the other person's limits.

Unable to get an answer or provide one immediately, the two tidied up the garage together before entering the house.

The furniture was haphazardly crammed together. The living room had several comfortable sofas and a large wooden radio, and near the kitchen was a large fireplace with a jar full of Floo powder on top.

“But you said…” Arthur put his two thumbs together, “you never approve of me doing Muggle stuff.”

Molly poured herself a glass of warm wine from the kitchen, and while the children were out, she turned on the wooden radio and tuned it to the music program of the Eccentric Sisters.

“That’s because of your job, and the laws of the wizarding world… Do you really think I believe that the little gadgets delivered by the Muggle postman are just for collecting?” Molly sat down next to him. “Please, it’s me who cleans the garage every day.”

Her hand, resting on the back of her husband's hand, and her gentle tone slowly soothed Arthur's tense emotions.

Because she was Weasley's wife, she was happy for her husband to be happy about his hobbies, even if some of them were not to be made public and were unconventional in the wizarding world.

Moreover, you can see Arthur's mischievous nature in George and Fred...

"Because I love you, I support you. If you don't like sitting in the office and looking at documents day after day, I will still support you."

“No, it’s just a little…sudden,” Arthur stammered.

In fact, he never thought he was fit to be a leader. In the Department of Prohibited Muggle Items at the Ministry of Magic, there were only two people, including himself. He had worked at the Ministry of Magic for decades, let alone become the director.

Arthur panicked and choked on his drink, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Did George and Fred say anything else?"

"And there's a phone number... a Muggle phone number. Those Muggle coins you've been collecting will come in handy." Molly thought for a moment, then continued, "I heard someone's got their eye on your magical car and wants you to apply for some kind of... patent?"

What it is?

It's probably another word invented by Muggles.

“A magical car? A patent!” Arthur’s breathing became heavy. “That’s a Muggle’s proof of exclusive rights, but… but how could a wizard have these things?”

His work experience told him that a wizard must have thrown this car into the Muggle market.

Is it illegal?

If it were before the Muggle Protection Act expired, it would indeed be illegal. However, since the Protection Act expired due to the Chamber of Secrets and Ginny's connection to it, this law is now only used to distinguish between magical devices and dark magic items.

He just happened to be on the line of the Ministry of Magic's laws, just like he was back then.

"What about you...?"

“I’m fine with anything. Anyway, George and Fred have confirmed that there are no problems. For you, it’s just about showing other wizards how to make a proper magical flying car.” Molly smiled brightly.

She hadn't seen her husband like this in a long time, as if he had returned home dejected and discovered he had won the Daily Prophet's Golden Galleon Prize.

But this news is even bigger than the Galleon Prize.

Just imagine, Arthur's monthly salary could take his whole family on vacation to Egypt...

“I don’t know.” He rushed into the room and came out again, clutching a small piggy bank. “It’s not April Fool’s Day, is it? You’re definitely kidding me… Yes, you’re trying to play a joke on my collection.”

Like a child showing off his beloved toy, he shook the jar vigorously in front of his wife, making a series of clinking sounds.

It's full of all sorts of Muggle change, some of which was exchanged with Nate at Gringotts, and some of which was left over from buying things at Muggle stores. But their future destination will probably have to be added to a new place: telephone booths.

“I’m not lying to you, it’s true! You lucky bastard!” Molly burst into laughter at his words.

"So, I don't have to worry about being fired at any time?!"

"Perhaps you can fire others in the future."

“No! I won’t fire anyone just like that!” Arthur pinched his nose and mimicked Fudge’s tone. “Hey, Arthur, you know the public opinion lately. I have to let you and Lucius lay low for a while.”

Screw him, he didn't do anything wrong!

Molly coaxed, "Yes, yes, of course you wouldn't, because you're a qualified leader."

"Should I go buy some books to read, like 'How to Gain Power'... Wait, I remember Percy has a copy. I'll go look for it in his room later..."

Seeing his agitated state, Molly had no choice but to get up and hold him down.

"Alright, I'll make dinner later. Go to bed early tonight. Tomorrow, make a call and tell Mr. Howard that you were introduced by Lockhart and Quirrell, and then we'll go to London together to check out some places."

"Okay... I'll go prepare the candles."

"Candle?"

Arthur kissed his wife hard.

"Candlelight dinner, the most popular romantic way for Muggles."

Chapter 183 Don't let a book sit for too long!

(Regarding the Dementor incident, in the original book, Sirius Black used his Animagus to sneak to the Quidditch pitch and sit on the highest platform to watch Harry's game, not because the crowd's joy attracted the Dementors.)

So the fox moved the Dementor plot from the original story to another place...hehe)

(Also, don't always worry about me cutting the book! Fox will never, ever cut a book!!)

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The last semester is coming to an end, which means Christmas is just around the corner.

To make teaching more interesting, Professor Flitwick even equipped the classroom with new colored lights in advance—they would turn into fairies with fluttering wings when students approached.

But this was not good news for Nietzsche, because he always carried Crookshank to class (to warm his hands), so his cat would always run towards the colored lights halfway through the class.

Professor Flitwick also put up a new sign on the classroom door: Pets Prohibited.

And on the last weekend, they would be able to go to Hogsmeade Village again, and everyone was quite happy, it was just a pity that they couldn't spend Christmas in the wizarding village.

"So you can go to Lady Patif's Tea House again."

Lavender lazily practiced his magic, waving his wand and dueling Parvati with lightsabers.

"No, I'm not going there!" Hermione sniffed her frozen nose.

The Room of Requirement was much livelier than before. Lavender and Parvati trained in duels while recording spell experiments, while Hermione and Nietzsche practiced the Patronus Charm under Grindelwald's tutelage.

Granger wandered around the castle, perhaps she would leave after this Christmas.

Of course, she would sometimes drink shrinking potions and wander around the campus as a mini-Hermione, always using studying as an excuse to visit professors like McGonagall and Sprout.

"Concentrate!" Grindelwald tapped the two on the head. "You are about to learn the most famous and powerful white magic, so profound that no wizard has been able to comprehend it to this day."