Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Then this is the problem: they allowed the wizards in your factory to be exposed to the danger of the Purifiers. This is negligence! I will be suing them for this!"

Fudge slapped the solid wood table hard, his red palms perhaps due to the alcohol.

"Yes! Your Excellency is wise." Nietzsche smiled brightly.

Volume Two

It's finished, but volume three is starting! (laughs)

Ah... how should I put it? Actually, I rarely wrote action scenes throughout my third year.

On one hand, it's something I'm not good at, and on the other hand, it's setting the stage—meaning the next volume is the main event.

Actually, the story wasn't perfect in the fox's mind, but the subscription rate had dropped too much, so the fox had to speed up the plot development and try to end the third grade without seeming abrupt.

(Just kidding, and the third year is mainly about Sirius and Peter, it doesn't really concern the protagonist's interests, at most it just adds to Snape's connection.)

Much of the original story lays the groundwork for fourth and fifth grade.

However, what I'm saying is that even if the number of subscribers is terrible, I will still insist on writing the finale. Even if I speed up the plot, it will be done without interfering with the main storyline.

Well then, that's settled then. Keep it up! If there's anything you don't like, please feel free to criticize and offer suggestions.

answer:

The idea that the prime minister would reclaim noble and royal fiefdoms and that the royal family would be "downsized" has actually happened in reality. Now, the entire royal family consists of only the Queen and two direct princes.

So don't think the fox's writing is too far-fetched, because these things are true!

This is also why most of the famous stars in the British film and television industry are from royal families (such as the actors who played the Ancient One and Doctor Strange, as well as Captain Johnny Depp). Without funding, royal families had to fend for themselves.

(Comment: Besides, there are already very few British actors, and a large portion of "Love Actually" is a Christmas film.)

The reason for choosing the entertainment industry is quite simple: some royals have exposure because they attend various important occasions to raise sponsorships and establish foundations.

Actors rarely have major scandals (even Depp's was just domestic violence by his ex-wife), after all, they have seen all kinds of storms and are genuine British.

Moreover, this was the royal downsizing plan in 2001, leaving only four people including the Queen. At that time, in the wizarding world of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger in 2001 should have been the Deputy Director of the Executive Division with real power.

(The minister is still a long way off, at least 37 years old...until the 2010s).

The reason he became the deputy director of the Enforcement Division was to help Kingsley Shackleton abolish laws that favored pure-bloods (he probably graduated and joined the Department of Magical Creature Control, and then became the deputy director in his 20s).

Got it. Muggle wizards will take power and work with the Muggle government to purge and suppress purebloods.

In any case, it needs to reach at least a million words to be completed!

Chapter 205 The Beginning of the Conflict

"I don't understand, Professor... why didn't you just kill Malfoy..."

In his study at Cambridge University, Sebastian Moran stood in front of the table, gestured with his finger to his throat, and then casually put a cigarette in his mouth.

Moriarty merely glanced at the tobacco lying on the ground and continued to sit at the table, signing books one by one.

“Because the dead are more honest than the living,” the professor said without looking up. “Once they’re honest, it means they’re being manipulated, so he needs to be alive to deflect our conflicts… By the way, how’s Howard doing?”

“He has sent people to protect you, sir.” Moran toned down his outward sharpness, put on a sun hat, and sat down next to the professor.

"Are you sure?"

"To be honest, no... Gilderoy Lockhart is a Merlin Medal holder, certified by the wizards of Wizengamor, and he's a tough nut to crack, unless the stories he's experienced are all made up, but that would be too unrealistic."

Professor Moriarty turned the pen upside down and tapped the table with the cap.

"It's a three-way battle now. There's no need for Holmes and me to fight to the death. Never mind... I have an arms dealer in Germany with whom I've invested. It's time to get the arsenal up and running." He closed the book and began to rest with his eyes closed.

"Understood." Moran nodded, pulled down his hat brim, and left Cambridge University.

Meanwhile, Nietzsche, also a key member of the main force, after receiving assurances from Minister Fudge, took Quirinus Quirrell to the Ministry of Magic.

The Department of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic is located on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic. After getting off the elevator, they saw an old woman wearing a dark purple robe and the Wessengamo badge on her chest, standing in front of two heavy oak doors and looking out.

Nietzsche had seen her the last time he attended a court hearing.

“I am the current Director of the Executive Division.” Amelia Borns spotted him easily.

There was no way around it; among a group of adults, Nietzsche's height and appearance were simply too striking.

"The minister summoned me because of the 'Purgers' case..."

The other person seemed to remember Nietzsche as well, because he had taken the initiative to shake hands with him.

Then, Ms. Burns tapped the doorknob with her wand, and the oak door emitted a faint light, opening with just a gentle push.

“This has terrified the wizards… They’ve never been attacked by Muggles before, and now they’re all in a panic.” Burns led them through the corridor to a room.

The sign at the entrance reads: Auror Command Post.

The room was divided into several compartments, and documents and parchment floated everywhere in the air. Some flew over his head and into the trash can, while others ended up in the hands of the Aurors.

A feeling of suffocation arose spontaneously.

"Never been attacked by Muggles? What about the witch hunts of the past?" Nietzsche asked in bewilderment.

“In fact, when ordinary wizards were burned by Muggles in the Middle Ages, they would use magic to avoid the flames. Some unconventional wizards even enjoyed the feeling of the flames tickling their bodies,” Quirrell explained in a low voice.

But no matter how small their business was, it still managed to reach her ears.

Ms. Burns said, "That's right, but this time the Purgers were able to inflict casualties on wizards in a short period of time..."

Nietzsche suddenly noticed that there were all sorts of portraits pasted on the filing cabinet. One of the people had only one eye left, his face was covered with scars, and his nose and mouth looked as if they had been sewn on.

The other person blinked their left eye, while their right eye stared at him menacingly.

"Were they all criminals?" Nietzsche asked.

“Who? Him?” Borns shook his head. “He is Alastor Moody, the top Auror.”

“It’s a pity he’s retired.” The speaker was a bald, dark-skinned wizard who came out of the cubicle. His voice was very deep and slow, and he wore a gold earring. “Kingsley Shackle, Captain of the Aurors.”

"If he hadn't adhered to the principle of 'avoiding killing if possible' back then, he wouldn't be in retirement now."

Nietzsche noticed that there was another person with Alastor Moody, about twenty years old, with a small goatee on his chin.

If I'm not mistaken... he and Quirrell exchanged a glance.

“Yes, but it’s even more of a pity for him. He originally had the opportunity to succeed Moody…” Kingsley touched the photo pasted on the filing cabinet and sighed.

"Did he die in the magical war?" Quirrell asked abruptly.

"No, death is an honor for an Auror, except for him—Sebastian, who was expelled by Mr. Crouch."

Interesting, so interesting.

Who would have thought that Moriarty's advisor and henchman was an Auror who, after being expelled, went to the Muggle world?

“Director Scrinker!” Ms. Burns walked to a door in the Auror’s office and knocked loudly.

Before she could call out a second time, the door was immediately opened, and an old lion walked out. Scrinker's yellow eyes first scanned the office, and then he strode over.

His leg was slightly lame, but that didn't stop him from taking big strides.

Nietzsche struck me as a decisive, sharp, and tough person.

“I’ve already heard from Minister Fudge.” He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and looked Nietzsche up and down. “Although the minister and Dumbledore admire you, I’d rather have a thirteen-year-old kid tell me how to do things.”

Quirrell furrowed his brow, looking displeased.

“If it’s because of your age, I think I can convey the meaning…” he said humbly.

Now that the person had been brought, there was no need for her to stay any longer. However, as she left, Director Bones cleared his throat and gave him a lukewarm look.

“Of course I wouldn’t criticize how others do things, Director. In fact, I’m quite interested in Aurors.” Nietzsche gave an innocent look.

He stepped back, giving Scrimgeour a tiny bit of respect.

“Really? Becoming an Auror isn’t just about good grades; you also need to train in reconnaissance, stealth, and other skills. But most importantly… you have to obey the law.” Scrimgeour straightened his clothes, striking a mature pose.

But Nietzsche had seen many people like this, and the best way to avoid conflict was to say: You're right.

Just comply.

Anyway, it all goes in one ear and out the other.

However, it was not Scrimgeour's intention to show off in front of the children. When he saw that Nietzsche showed him respect and did not use the minister and headmaster Dumbledore to intimidate him, he also took a step back.

He lit the fireplace in the Auror director's office and sprinkled some glittering Floo Powder into it.

Have you seen that weapon?

“Hmm...it’s possible for a Muggle to kill a wizard,” Nietzsche said.

As for Quirrell, he knew even better that he had contributed a small part to this weapon.

“Let’s go then. St. Mungo’s sent word that the two members of the reconnaissance team have woken up.”

Nietzsche looked back at Moran in the photograph.

His mind was racing, constructing various hypotheses in his mental world: being born an Auror meant that graduation required at least five NEWT (Ultimate Wizarding Exam) certificates and excellent grades;

What if the person who killed the execution team was a wizard?

Does this mean that the purge was just a facade?

However... the dead can't prove it.

Chapter 206 The Murder That Was Aborted

When an Executive Officer is injured, there are separate beds available in St. Mungo's. In case of emergencies, the hospital will urgently dispatch some therapists to treat Executive Officer patients.

The salary may be a bit low, but the benefits are absolutely top-notch.

After all, the Aurors and legal investigation teams in the Executive Division are not civilian employees. If one of them dies, it will take several years to fill the vacancy.

“Pay, how are they?” Scrinker asked a young therapist passing by in the lobby.