Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"What about Professor Glendale?" the Ravenclaws asked, noticing the equally unremarkable old professor. "Will he leave with you too?"

Their hearts were in their throats.

“Don’t worry, I have no intention of leaving.” Grindelwald swallowed a piece of steak and said unhurriedly, “As Albus’s friend, I’m hoping to spend my remaining years at Hogwarts.”

His dry humor somewhat dispelled the originally gloomy atmosphere.

However, apart from Hermione and Nietzsche, no one else knew his true intention in staying at the school—only he could take over from Headmaster Dumbledore to guard Voldemort's Horcruxes and figure out a way to fight against them.

Nietzsche glanced at his old headmaster again and noticed that Snape looked better than before.

Although he didn't expect the other party to be as amiable as Lupin or Dumbledore, this indifferent calm was better than the gloomy face and dislike of everyone that always seemed to be around.

Is this considered progress?

After the dinner party, as Lupin returned to his office to pack his tattered suitcase, Hermione quietly followed him.

The next day, as the Hogwarts Express departed Hogsmeade Station, Hermione told Nietzsche some great news:

"I wrote down the recipe for the wolfsbane medicine on a piece of paper and gave it to Professor Lu Ping."

"Are you sure a wandering werewolf could afford to buy potions?" But Nietzsche was best at throwing cold water on her happiness.

“It’s alright. I sent him a month’s worth of potion ingredients in advance so he can find a job and keep working until payday… Please, if you can think of that, how could I not have thought of it?”

Hermione had just enjoyed a moment of sunshine and tranquility when she was disturbed by Sirius Black, who tucked his tail between his legs and boarded the train.

"You tell me... how am I, as Harry's godfather, supposed to face him?" The large black dog gradually grew limbs and performed an Animagus ritual in front of the two of them.

Nietzsche sat silently to the side, legs crossed, his face hidden behind a newspaper.

In fact, after meeting the Animagus, he was thinking about something very interesting: since this human transformation includes clothing, if he plucked all the hair off the Animagus, wouldn't that be like tearing the clothes to shreds?

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I know Harry that well?" Hermione said irritably.

She stretched her legs out under the table and placed them on Nietzsche's knees, sitting opposite her. Even in the enclosed and cramped space, she maintained the most comfortable stretching posture. Of course, her boots had been cleansed with a cleansing spell.

Crookshank can even walk around on this 'Tower Bridge' under the table.

Nietzsche was lost in thought when suddenly the newspaper in front of him was ripped off.

“But even if we tell you, will you listen?” He glanced at Hermione helplessly.

“I heard he was unhappy at a Muggle’s house, and I just want to make it up to him as much as possible…” Blake tried to suppress his anger and said softly, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes, so I don’t want to do anything stupid again.”

It wasn't so simple for Black to visit Harry.

First, he had to consider and manage Harry Potter's own emotions, and second, the Dursleys' attitude towards wizards.

“It’s simple, just go and buy the most expensive clothes that non-wizards wear,” Nietzsche said. “No matter how much the Dursleys hate wizards, or James Potter, you have to put up with it.”

Having to endure others' accusations and ridicule for no reason was already unbearable for Blake.

This is not like him.

"Why?"

“You can throw a tantrum...if you can’t live up to the responsibility of being the ‘Godfather’,” Hermione interjected.

"But on the bright side, if you can put up with it, you can take Harry to the amusement park. Believe me, no kid who's been cooped up at home all the time will dislike it."

Once Harry relaxes, all Black needs to do is slowly tell the story.

Sirius was very concerned about Harry's affairs, planning his holiday goals over and over again until the Express pulled into King's Cross Station, finally giving Hermione and Nietzsche some peace and quiet.

He leaned against the window, watching Harry, dragging his luggage, walk listlessly to Uncle Vernon's side.

"Aren't you leaving?" Hermione asked, hugging her parents after leaving King's Cross Station. Standing next to the car, she looked puzzled. "Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson aren't here today. We can take you home."

She saw Nietzsche throw his luggage into the trunk and then took a few steps back.

"You guys go back first, I still need to go to the Leaky Cauldron."

Chapter 204 is, Minister!

The Leaky Cauldron has changed a lot. In just one semester, Nietzsche noticed that the bar had expanded to almost twice its original size and incorporated the record store and bookstore on either side.

But those Muggle items did not disappear: the original books in the bookstore were still there for wizards to browse, and in the very center, there was a sacred Muggle record player.

After the expansion, the decor was no longer as dark and dirty as before. Not long after Nietzsche came in, he saw several ordinary people paying in pounds.

"it's here!"

Nietzsche looked up and discovered that the second floor was no longer just guest rooms, but also a U-shaped corridor, where Fudge was sitting in a chair greeting him.

After he sat down, before he said anything, someone brought him a glass of mead and chilled strawberry sparkling water.

"Ever since you set up a wizarding factory, the Muggle government has learned that this pub is a gateway for wizards, so they bought the shops on both sides and handed them over to old Tom...tsk...what good fortune."

Tom Abbott won't have to worry about Galleons for the rest of his life; he can just sit here and collect money.

"Do you know the history of this bar?" Fudge asked, taking a sip of mead, already having a preconceived notion.

“Minister, you know I’m a Muggle wizard.” Nietzsche, for the sake of the free drink, temporarily conceded the limelight to him.

The second floor offers a great view; looking down, you can see all sorts of people. Compared to Muggles, the wizards in their robes aren't particularly impressive.

Besides the workers who had just finished get off work and hadn't had time to take off their work clothes, there were a few people wearing punk leather jackets with spikes. These ordinary people sat next to the wizards and didn't find the topics they were talking about absurd.

In fact, ordinary people today have heard things even more astonishing than magic and potions.

"As one of the pubs on Diagon Alley, the Leaky Cauldron existed two centuries before the Act of Secrecy, making it the first pub in England, where Muggles used to frequent,"

"Can you imagine? Muggles used to think wizards were weirdos, but now... they're actually quite popular?"

Fudge pointed to the group of people in the corner, showing Nietzsche a few drunken wizards who, in front of a few young people, used a vanishing spell to make empty bottles disappear, while the young people were shouting for it to be done again.

However, everything comes at a price...

Immediately afterwards, he saw Hannah Abbott storm over and add two extra entries to the bill.

“Nothing is permanent, and wizards will always have a chance to rise again,” Nietzsche said frankly. “We don’t need to confine the magical world to the end of the seventeenth century. I can assure you… they need us.”

The matter is as it is.

The person sitting here is not a famous wizard in the magical world, nor a headmaster or professor, but Fudge, who holds power and influence among wizards... As long as he is alive, he will hold power.

Deception is meaningless in the face of the violent machinery used to maintain order.

This is also why Moriarty is close to prime ministers and key government officials from various countries.

He wanted to do these things openly and legitimately.

“Is it necessary…” Fudge looked directly at the underage wizard in front of him.

The fact that Nietzsche was able to drag the Malfoy family into the abyss with his powerful skills and the influence behind him is enough to prove that he was not some clueless little wizard.

“But you see, nothing is absolute. When you open a gap in the door for Muggles, you also let in some criminals. You can’t filter them out.” Fudge lowered his voice as he spoke of the Purifiers.

Before Muggles voluntarily reveal themselves, no one knows whether the next one to enter will be a Purger.

“It’s the Ministry of Magic that has no choice,” Nietzsche corrected his wording. “Before entering the magical world, the Purifiers were Muggles, not wild men from the mountains.”

"Do you have any idea?"

“You need to negotiate a strict censorship mechanism with the British government. This is not the 16th or 17th century. Investigating a person now requires visiting the local area. With just one button, a person’s entire life can be presented.”

Fudge was somewhat horrified by what he heard, because the Ministry of Magic doesn't record wizards arbitrarily, and even the use of truth serum is strictly controlled and requires prior application.

"The Law on Guarding State Secrets is still in effect," the minister cleared his throat and reminded him.

Nietzsche smiled noncommittally, but inwardly he scoffed.

Confidential?

He would never willingly disrupt the Law of Secrecy. The sacred task of leading a small group of British wizards to rebel against the entire magical world and break the Law of Secrecy was naturally left to Voldemort.

This guy is the real vanguard.

"But your factory with Miss Granger..."

Fudge was undecided. It was illegal, since no Muggles knew about Nietzsche; but it wasn't illegal either, as exposure was always a risk.

“That’s just a business deal, Minister.” Nietzsche’s eyes narrowed, and he quickly stopped her. “Besides, it’s a business deal involving the British government, but... well, it’s their dereliction of duty, and you can hold them accountable for it.”

"Oh?" Fudge became interested.

"Why did the Purge manage to infiltrate the wizarding world and attack the Ministry of Magic's Enforcement Team? This is a failure of the Muggles' job! They should check their own internal affairs to see if anyone is secretly tipping off the Purge."

The player with the black pieces leads the enemy away and launches a blitzkrieg.

If Mauriatti's shield blocked Nietzsche's attack, then he only needed to divert the British government's attention to attack the 'Purgers' hiding behind it.

Nietzsche, without realizing it, began to become engrossed in Moriarty's chess games.

"It seems...is that so?" Fudge gasped, completely unaware of the intricacies involved.

"The problem is that there is a very important weakness here, and this potential risk will lead the British government to think that the problem lies with the individual purgers, rather than with them."

"How do we do that?"

"Actually, it's very simple. It just depends on your one thought—this is a legal and compliant business."

The two worlds are still in a semi-divided state, and the fact that the British wizards at the Ministry of Magic always remain neutral on Muggle matters makes it impossible for Nietzsche to connect wizards and Muggles.

Therefore, it is necessary to get the Ministry of Magic to recognize that wizarding factories are a legal business.

Recognition means 'being protected,' but it also means that both governments must 'take responsibility.'

This also applies to Fudge. By acknowledging the legality, he would risk being infamous if the Secret Service Act were to be broken in the future because of the wizard factory.

You can't deny it... even if the Purifiers wiped out everyone in the Ministry of Magic, it had nothing to do with the Muggle Prime Minister. It was purely a personal matter, and at most, he would issue an arrest warrant.

Fudge looked down at the Leaky Cauldron bar below:

One person left, but after a while, four more people pushed open the door. Galleon, Silver Sike, Bronze Nat, and Penny bumped into each other, making a jingling sound along with the doorbell.

"Did the Purgers come in from the Leaky Cauldron?" Fudge suddenly gulped down a large mouthful of liquor.

"I don't know, maybe, who knows?" Nietzsche shrugged. "Anyway... he didn't make a move here, did he?"

Because this is a legitimate business and an investment site, if you do something here, you can expect to get a government job the next day!