Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

During this spectacular Quidditch final, Nietzsche and Hermione took turns talking about Peter Pettigrew.

"Tsk tsk, Potter even has a fire crossbow... So Sirius Black was framed?" Fudge clicked his tongue, looking unhappy. "After you caught Black, you didn't even notify us right away."

He knew that nothing good ever came from his visits to Hogwarts.

Even if Fudge manages to capture Peter Pettigrew this time, the wizards below might not be so satisfied. They will definitely publicize his incompetence—that he didn't hesitate to capture an innocent person to claim credit for his political achievements.

He's floating in the air now, and could crash and shatter at any moment...

Who is sitting next to Fudge? The first wizard to master the Levitation Charm to the point of being comparable to dark magic.

“Don’t worry, didn’t Headmaster Dumbledore, who was then the Chairman of Wizengamot, tacitly approve of the Ministry of Magic’s actions?” Nietzsche caught him steadily.

"Yes, that's right..."

At that moment, Harry caught the Golden Snitch and won the Quidditch tournament, while Fudge simply followed the crowd, clapping softly and woodenly.

He frowned and glanced at Nietzsche a few times.

In fact, what surprised Fudge was that he had originally thought that an outstanding student like Nietzsche would be a member of Dumbledore's faction.

However, considering Slytherin's status, it seems to make sense.

“You mean…” Fudge leaned down and asked softly.

“Isn’t that simple, Mr. Minister? All you need to do is show everyone’s votes from back then,” Nietzsche reminded him.

The Black case was not solely due to the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic. As the president of Wizengamot, Dumbledore had the right to request a retrial, but he did not, instead tacitly allowing Fudge to lead the Department of Executions to arrest the perpetrator.

So, strictly speaking, Fudge didn't do anything wrong.

This was merely Nietzsche extending an olive branch. After all, if Fudge wanted to expose the recent attack on the Ministry of Magic, he would definitely need to join forces with him, since Muggles were involved, which meant the intervention of the British government.

“If you graduate, you will definitely be able to take on many positions in the Ministry of Magic,” Fudge said gratefully.

To win them over? To flatter them?

Whatever it is, it's a good omen for him.

“I still don’t want to take Lucius’s job…” Nietzsche said tactfully.

The other person stood up, looked around for a while, and only felt relieved after realizing that he and Hermione were the only ones around him.

“Lucius isn’t suited to strategizing… In fact, I stopped having him as an advisor a long time ago after he was accused of assaulting students,” Fudge said nervously.

Gryffindor won because Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch.

People began scrambling over the barriers in the stands and running onto the field to celebrate. So a few of them started walking along the edge of the Quidditch field toward the main entrance, ready for Fudge to take over from Black and Peter.

As they walked along the cobblestone path to the castle walls, Umbridge, wearing a pink coat, jogged up behind them.

"What are you doing?" she shrieked. "The minister has a lot of things to deal with, and you, little girl, you actually took a seat on the podium. It seems that McGonagall's teaching is very inadequate."

Hermione glanced at her and said sarcastically, "Looks like the high heels are of good quality."

Umbridge paused for a moment, looked down at her shiny high heels, and it took her a few seconds to realize that she had been humiliated.

Unreasonable!

A student... a student actually dared to insult the Vice Minister of Magic...

"Enough, Dolores, mind your manners," Fudge said sternly, his smile fading.

“Minister…” Umbridge looked aggrieved.

"These two are Hogwarts' most outstanding students, and the ones who captured Peter Pettigrew. If you're not interested in that, you've probably heard about the things that happened in Diagon Alley..."

Nietzsche glanced at the minister without revealing his thoughts.

So, is Fudge really stupid?

It's hard to say, after all, he was someone who experienced the first Wizarding War, and he climbed up step by step from the Executive Division.

As Minister for Magic, he was well aware of the wave Nietzsche and Hermione had created in Diagon Alley—the bestselling novels and the large influx of wizards into the Muggle world for work.

Fudge waved impatiently and led the two of them back toward the castle.

But what could Umbridge do? The minister had spoken, and no matter how much she hated Nietzsche and Hermione for breaking the rules, she could only keep quiet.

Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Bryce were imprisoned separately, personally guarded by the four heads of the dungeon and the principal. When Fudge pushed open the dungeon door, even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt a little uneasy.

“Albus, what… what’s wrong with him?” Fudge pointed to Pettigrew, who was slumped on the wooden chair.

He didn't want the prisoners to die on their way to Azkaban.

"He's not dead, but Severus used a bit too much force when extracting his memories," the principal said.

Minister Fudge straightened his clothes, then circled around Peter a few times in a pretentious manner, looking just like a victorious rooster. Finally, he stopped in front of Principal Dumbledore with his head held high.

Because the two are about a head taller, Fudge can only tilt his head slightly, which looks quite comical.

“This is your fault, Albus.” Fudge became unusually confident after Nietzsche’s reminder. “You assured me that Black was the Potters’ confidant, and these things should not have happened.”

“That’s right,” Dumbledore readily admitted.

But he admitted it too quickly, leaving Fudge, who had wanted to celebrate a little longer, staring at him blankly.

Then Umbridge came in with a few Aurors. They propped up Peter Pettigrew, who had been staring blankly at them, and took the box containing two memory tubes from Snape before leaving.

"So you will be attending the hearing?"

“Connelly, I need to remind you—even if you shift all the blame onto me, it won’t change anything.”

“No, don’t misunderstand.” Fudge turned and pushed Nietzsche forward. “I just want to award them a Second Class Order of Merlin and, while I’m at it, reveal the truth about what happened twelve years ago to the wizarding world.”

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Nietzsche, who quickly looked away to avoid eye contact.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, Snape stepped forward: "Thank you very much, Minister, for giving Slytherin and... Gryffindor an honor."

This is indeed an honor for Gryffindor. If Fudge insists on basing the Second Class medal on Dumbledore's 'negligence,' then McGonagall would prefer not to have it at all, but such an idea would be unfair to the students.

Professor McGonagall, caught in the middle after being pulled into the water, couldn't speak, and could only smile at Hermione.

"They're all good kids, Snape..."

"Yes, unlike some people who enjoy a lot of special treatment but do stupid things, we are fortunate that there are fewer and fewer such people...because McGonagall and I always try to treat students equally."

Snape's words were always a bit barbed, which made Black's face turn blue with anger.

Nietzsche saw Fudge off when he left, and although Dumbledore didn't invite him to dinner this time, Fudge himself was very satisfied with his trip to Hogwarts...

Aside from Umbridge, she was the one who got scolded and felt quite wronged today.

Before parting, Fudge hesitated and said to Nietzsche, "The relationship between the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government has always been... right? You know that, so I'm not in a good position to deal with the 'Purgers' lately."

“I haven’t graduated yet…” Nietzsche laughed.

"Oh right, what a pity." But Fudge was still persistent. "Have you been to the Leaky Cauldron recently?"

"no, what happened?"

"Then you should go sit there for a while. Tom has done a major renovation there... I can buy you a drink when your semester ends."

The two shook hands quickly.

Nietzsche watched the car carrying the Ministry of Magic drive away, his heart already bursting with joy.

It seems that Fudge and his cooperation are secure, because the minister needs a middleman to maintain stability between the two worlds.

And Nietzsche?

He wasn't a Dumbledore supporter, yet he had a voice in the Muggle world, making him the perfect person to deal with Fudge.

Chapter 201 Slugs, Wolves, and Dogs

The truth came out, and Black only needed to wait quietly for the Ministry of Magic's hearing to end. So the next day, a black dog appeared on campus who liked to go to the Quidditch pitch to watch the game.

The sky became exceptionally clear after the Dementors left, prompting the students, tired of the overcast days, to stroll along the Black Lake.

All the professors were quite happy, except for Snape, who was the only one who felt regret.

Professor Lu Ping's health had deteriorated to the same extent as before due to the discontinuation of the wolfsbane medicine supply. He was always walking very carefully, and if someone bumped into him, he would let out a muffled groan.

Therefore, he could only go out alone and avoided going to crowded places.

McGonagall, who had witnessed everything, was unhappy with Snape's actions, but couldn't find a reason to demand that he continue providing the potion. She could only look after Lupin in other areas. In fact, there was someone else even more dissatisfied:

That was Sirius Black.

Nietzsche and Hermione were on their way to the library to prepare for the exam week in June when they were stopped by a large, snarling black dog.

“Black?” Hermione asked tentatively.

The dog blinked, turned and ran towards the basement, stopping every now and then to bark at the two of them.

When they followed him to the Potions classroom in the basement, they found Black playing with his chair tilted back. He waved enthusiastically at Hermione.

"Just a friendly reminder, your criminal record hasn't been destroyed yet." Nietzsche blocked Hermione's way and said in a cold voice, "Dumbledore allowed you to come out for some fresh air, so don't push your luck any further."

Blake clicked his tongue and ignored him.

“I heard you’re the only Gryffindor who can get Snape to give you extra points, so I thought… your potions grades must be pretty good.”

“I won’t do anything for you,” Hermione refused without even thinking.

“No, you will, and Professor Dumbledore will support you... In other words, I’m not asking you to help me, but to help Remus, and you’ve seen what he’s like now.”

Sirius struggled to move the crucible onto the table, scratched his head, and wondered what to do next.

He looks like someone who sleepwalks a lot in class.

"You mean the wolfsbane potion?" Hermione pursed her lips, already having an answer in her mind.

“So you know… Yes, Remus is a werewolf, but he has never hurt anyone. The wounds on his body are all self-inflicted after he transforms into a werewolf.” Blake’s tone was very sincere.

Werewolves without the wolfsbane potion will lose their human sanity during a full moon.

However, if there is nothing to destroy, some werewolves will release their primal desires by harming themselves, a process that is extremely painful.

In other words, Snape couldn't possibly be unaware of what Lupin would be like without the wolfsbane potion.

Seeing that Hermione was wavering, Black continued, "I know you're the smartest student, and I don't believe that only that snot-nosed guy in the whole school could have done that."

Nietzsche gave him a cold, disapproving look.

Admittedly, Snape was always biased as a teacher, but that was just students hurling insults at each other; it doesn't mean he would allow a stranger to insult him...