Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Despite Hermione's sharp tongue, her body betrayed her by supporting him. What else could she do? It wasn't the first or second time; she had just been preparing for the Merlin Medal award ceremony in her dream, and now she was standing here.

While the Grangers were fast asleep, their daughter appeared on the Franco-German border in the blink of an eye.

Oh, and I must say: I have to go, or the whole world will be dragged into a war, starting with Britain and Ireland.

A group of fully armed Germans charged over. Hundreds of them meant that at least thousands of spells would be cast every second... Muggles don't need any other magic, as long as there's a way to harm wizards.

Except for Nietzsche.

He raised his wand, and the heads of the small group that had just peeked out were swiftly snapped off.

For him and Hermione, there was still a significant weakness: they were Muggles without magical protection, despite having a full set of equipment.

Nietzsche looked at Hermione, who was back to back with him, and a question suddenly came to mind. He waved his wand, and the flames that erupted began to engulf the surrounding alleys and houses, illuminating the sky like a sunset.

Watson and Holmes were also busy, each carrying a new type of weapon, truly experiencing the joys of being wizards.

"Are you happy?" he asked, with a hint of guilt in his voice.

To be honest, he hoped Hermione was someone who sought thrills.

"What?" she roared in a frenzy.

"What I mean is—isn't this more enjoyable than being a good student? You didn't have to come."

“I’m happy! Are you satisfied now?!” Hermione grabbed Quirinus’s hand and hooked her other arm around Nietzsche’s. “If this can turn my Order of the Merlin Second Class into Order of the Merlin First Class, I’ll be even happier!”

They vanished from Heilbronn a second before the rain began, having just stepped out of the Anti-Apparition Spell.

Nietzsche experienced being stuffed into a pipe again, but the good news was: they were safe... for now.

Chapter 215 Side Story Finale (Part 1)

“If we cancel the summit now, all our previous efforts will be wasted, and our Prime Minister will have to worry again about whether Downing Street will be attacked by artillery. You simply don’t understand the delicate situation.”

After a few days of preparation, Nietzsche and his colleagues were soon invited by Mycroft to the capital of Northern Ireland, where he was not optimistic about the current situation.

Although they found evidence against Moriarty, the result was still unsatisfactory because Nietzsche learned from his Uncle Holmes that Moriarty had been the host and advisor of the peace summit from the beginning.

"Haven't I made myself clear enough?" Hermione said indignantly.

She told Mycroft the news the day after she left Heilbronn...

At this point, Nietzsche couldn't help but glance at his uncle, which was quite a rare occurrence: when did Hermione get his contact information?

“I’ve told you everything that happened to you!” Mycroft said in a low voice, looking innocent. “Believe me, these people may be talking about peace now, but everyone is prepared for war, and the police force has doubled.”

This was the only thing he could do regarding 'assassination'.

“Oh, doubling the police force is reassuring,” Quirinus chuckled sarcastically. “When an Obscurial goes out of control, even Dumbledore has to spend most of his energy controlling it.”

He was also invited, but only as Mycroft's personal security consultant.

“I believe you, but my superiors don’t think so! This huge pie can’t be covered by a few crises. Take Nietzsche, for example. As long as he doesn’t betray his country, he is the richest and safest person right now.”

“I didn’t know I was so important…” Nietzsche complained.

“It’s not you who’s important, it’s your business that’s important,” Quirrell said, pulling several disguised documents from his pocket.

The two of them will attend the ball as relatives of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and as the youngest guests, they can wander around Belfast Castle to their heart's content without being bothered.

From the ballroom's balcony, you can also see the waterfront pier and the Harlan Wolf shipyard.

Ni carefully examined the area with a curious gaze... He could see the leaders of two semi-militarized organizations, as well as the Catholic Pope offering his condolences and blessings to promote the peace agreement, while other national leaders were also potential candidates for support.

But suddenly someone blocked his view—Hermione walked over from the ballroom.

She wore a light blue dress that was so form-fitting it accentuated her curves, but she had to hold onto anything she could reach after every few steps. The way she walked in her high heels made her look like a circus performer on stilts.

"Help me." Hermione groped around behind her waist. "It's so uncomfortable being choked like this."

The only familiar face he knew here was Nietzsche. Holding his breath, he gently untied the silk ribbon from his waist.

Do I have to take my shoes off too?

"Forget it, none of the women here even have boots," she muttered. "But you could switch with me if you wanted."

“You’re a wizard!” Nietzsche rolled her eyes, squatted down, and secretly used a transfiguration spell to turn her small, brightly colored high heels into a pair of sneakers. “That’s fine, no one can see under my skirt anyway.”

Hermione took a few quick, light steps before nodding in satisfaction.

Then, she witnessed a scene that utterly astonished her—Watson and Sherlock were actually dancing a ballroom dance?!

If she could, she would love to secretly take a picture of this scene and then send it to Mary Watson later...

"Did you recognize the Purifiers?" Hermione leaned against the balcony railing, bored. She hated dancing, hated all social interactions that were considered against her conscience, but most importantly, she couldn't dance.

"Perhaps it's someone who's spiritually depressed and suppresses their true nature..."

Hermione found his analysis strange; wasn't there someone like that right in front of her?

To be honest, as the purifiers of the silent, they suppress their emotions and thoughts because of Catholicism, and infinitely amplify the negative effects of fear, hatred, etc.

Their symptoms all indicate some degree of psychological problems.

Nietzsche had just been told by Shylock that when people chat in such formal settings, their eyes tend to wander to other places.

“I suddenly had a great idea.” He looked at the wand in his hand and suddenly thought of Dementors. “Don’t you know the Patronus Charm? Theoretically speaking, the meaning of the Patronus Charm is the complete opposite of the Obscurus.”

The former is 'protection', used to protect loved ones in the dark.

The latter, 'destruction,' is the silent hatred of oneself, others, or the environment.

"That makes sense, so you want to see if the Obscurial will cause some kind of change in the Guardian Spell?"

“Now it’s your time to show off, and I allow you to.” Nietzsche gave her a push. “Go find Mycroft and have him find a way to get some ice or something that can produce gas, so that the Guardian Angel can hide.”

Aha, he's so smart.

However, Hermione did not waver, but turned around and grabbed his arm.

"You haven't forgotten the conditions for casting the Patronus Charm, have you?" She breathed a sigh of relief at the criminal activity and smiled again, sly as a fox. "If I'm not happy, I might fail."

"What do you mean?"

Nietzsche's intuition told him that she had actually used the Guardian Angel spell as a form of blackmail.

Hermione, however, raised her arm and winked at him, the meaning of which was self-evident... Nietzsche hesitated, glancing around the ballroom. He had just taken her hand with his right, then suddenly let go, then suddenly took her hand again...

“They’re still there!” he reminded him.

"uh-huh?"

“Alright...tsk…” Nietzsche straightened his small tuxedo, reluctantly took her fingers, and stammered, “Want to come inside and dance a lap?”

You should say 'please'.

Hermione thoroughly enjoyed his helpless expression.

"Please, Miss Granger, jump around with me!"

Fine, consider it the price he paid for 'inviting' Hermione earlier.

"I thought you weren't going to invite me." Ignoring the other person's darkening face, she covered her mouth in surprise and exclaimed, "Great! If you're sincere, I'd like to go to the dance hall with you."

The music never stopped, and at their signal, some white mist began to appear on the floor of the ballroom.

This made the place even more interesting, like dancing in the clouds. Many lords and ladies joined in, and in this hazy environment, the distance between people gradually decreased.

But at that moment, another guest arrived in the lobby.

"Sir, please show your identification."

"Professor James Moriarty..."

Chapter 216 Side Quest Finale (Part 2)

As a peace advisor and a friend of the Prime Minister, Moriarty moves among many people, unaware that... Hermione's Patronus is silently watching everything from within the smoke.

Nietzsche held the girl's hand, stiffly circling between the alcohol and the cigar.

“Someone is looking for you, sir,” he heard a servant say to Moriarty.

Immediately afterwards, the professor smiled amicably at the other councilors and left the concert hall. Nietzsche, however, knew that his father was using a diversionary tactic to isolate the professor from everything here and remove him from the other party's control.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against Hermione's ear, making it seem as if the two were intimately caressing each other.

“Moriarty is creating demand—he’s using religion to incite wizards and Muggles while tearing apart the hypocritical and unreliable agreement between Britain and Ireland,” he said softly. “Watch out for the Irish bishops behind me.”

Hermione was led around hastily, then rested her chin on his shoulder.

The Belfast Agreement was signed in April of this year, and a peace summit was held here after the vote. Interestingly, the day the agreement was signed was Good Friday.

“They all look rather solemn…” Hermione moved closer and drew a circle on his chest with her wand.

With a gesture, the Guardian Charm, hidden in the smoke, slithered across the ground like a snake.

The more the Obscurial suppressed his emotions, the more irritable he became, fluctuating with the emotions of the Obscurials. So Watson pretended to knock over a bottle, and the sound of it breaking made many people instinctively turn around to look.

“I can feel it.” Hermione aimed at one of the bishops.

“Take your time, get closer.” Nietzsche felt a tickle in his chest and calmly joked, “If you point in the wrong place, we’ll start a war.”

“But now you can only count on me, can’t you?” Hermione nudged him with her knee.

Based on speculation and Moriarty's arrangements for the summit, the next step after the music ended would be the handshake between the British and Irish sides during the Pope's peace address from the Vatican, and that would be the opportune moment to take action.

“That’s him,” Hermione said, looking at one of the bishops who was slightly close to the Pope and making a gesture of respect.

Watson and Nietzsche pounced at the same time, causing some Muggles who didn't know what was going on to gasp in surprise.

The two men, along with the guards, dragged the man out of the concert hall. Seeing that he had been exposed, the silent man stopped pretending, and the oily substance emanating from his body knocked the Muggle guards over.

Fortunately, Watson reacted quickly; the first thing he did after getting up was to close the dance hall door.

"Why?" The priest, under pressure, grasped the silent man's hand and said, his voice trembling, "Why do you do these things?"

“Wizard!” the Obscurial roared in anguish. “Why am I neither a wizard nor an ordinary person… Only in this way can we humans have an identity… That great one is creating a new world!”

“If you murder an innocent person, you become a black wizard,” Nietzsche said softly.

The guards had just struggled to their feet, but before they could even stand up, the entire corridor suddenly flashed green light a few times.

The Killing Curse temporarily relieved the Obscurials of their predicament, and the user was none other than Sebastian Moran, a former Auror. Aurors who had experienced the First Magical War were all capable of using the three Unforgivable Curses.