Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

London in August wasn't so cold and damp anymore. Although the temperature wasn't much higher, Nietzsche's mood was still much better when he walked along Charing Cross under the summer sun and saw the street performers and vendors.

If he could, he would envy those who were unaware of Moriarty's shadow.

Although the Leaky Cauldron has changed its appearance, the way to Diagon Alley remains the same. Hermione taps the corresponding brick with her wand, and an archway leading to the wizarding world appears.

"Perhaps we could buy some magical trinkets, or owls... that way Mercury wouldn't have to run back and forth."

Hermione walked ahead excitedly, chattering away, while Nietzsche followed behind in silence.

Honestly, she wanted to buy something from every shop she saw, and even wanted to order a few from Lady Malkin's Robes Shop... but what's the point of an ordinary person wearing a wizard's robe?

Hmm... is it possible to infiltrate a wizard's ranks?

"You can't have a long face on your wedding day." Hermione pulled his cheeks apart.

“You seem carefree.” Nietzsche slapped the devil’s claw away.

They first went to Gringotts and exchanged gold for a Galleon. When they came out, Nietzsche listened to the laughter and shouts from Diagon Alley, and his mood improved slightly, making him feel like a normal person again.

Just as Hermione was hesitating about whether to order a few robes for her parents as well, something flew out of the cauldron shop.

"You fool, get out!" A tall, thin witch pushed open the door and roared angrily, "I'm already being generous by keeping you here and feeding you. Get out! Don't scare away all my guests!"

"You didn't pay Dobby's wages!"

Nietzsche saw the house-elf who had come out of Malfoy's house last year crawl out of the trash can. It didn't notice the two people behind it, who were waving their little fists at the crucible shop owner with righteous indignation.

But the witch didn't think she had done anything wrong, and even spat at Dobby.

"You begged me to take you in, you house-elf, and now you dare ask me for money?" She noticed Nietzsche and Hermione and put on a smiling face again.

Dobby didn't ask you to take him in; Dobby meant, "Can I work for you?"

"Yes, that's why I made you work for me, wasn't it?"

"But you didn't give me more money."

Seeing that the topic had returned to normal, the witch lost her temper. She angrily raised her wand, intending to teach the house-elf a lesson.

Interestingly, Nietzsche noticed that Dobby also clenched his fist in protest.

Because house-elves were a race conquered by ancient wizards using magic, and because the magical world was closed off, the idea of ​​'slave and master' remained in the minds of both wizards and house-elves.

That's right, it was one-sided colonization... not a war between fairies and wizards.

(The relationship between fairies and wizards is similar to that between ancient England and Spain and modern England and Ireland.)

Hermione tried to stop the conflict, but Nietzsche held her hand tightly with his fingers intertwined.

'Let me see... now that you're free, will you rebel, or will you fall back into slavery...'

Chapter 218 New Semester, New Followers

The magic struck Dobby, and several whip-like welts immediately appeared on its body.

It's not very lethal, but no one would want to be treated like a slave, especially Dobby.

"You are not allowed to insult Dobby!"

Dobby suddenly flew into a rage and swung his fist, his magic almost overwhelming the opponent, sending him flying into the store. Dobby then looked around helplessly, as if he had done something wrong, and quickly picked up the fallen merchandise.

It seems to be saying: What happened between her and me has nothing to do with other people or things.

The commotion at the cauldron shop attracted the attention of other wizards, and the other shopkeepers all peeked over, but their eyes immediately turned to Nietzsche and Hermione.

After all, who would doubt a house-elf?

"Dobby hurt the wizard, bad Dobby... bad Dobby should be thrown in jail." Dobby tried to run away in a daze, but two hands were already on its shoulders from behind.

When it turned around, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

“Miss Granger, Mr. Holmes?” Dobby gave a wry smile and quickly explained his attack on the wizard, “The shop owner isn’t Dobby’s master…”

While there weren't too many wizards watching, Nietzsche led it away from the main road paved with white cobblestones and into an alley.

They stopped for a short break at an ice cream shop, where Crookshan was fast asleep, head down on the table, showing no remorse for the place he had lived or the place where he had met Nietzsche.

"Are you looking for a job?" He ordered Dobby an ice cream.

This seemingly ordinary act brought the house-elf to tears. If Hermione hadn't intervened, it would have sobbed as it stuffed the ice cream into its pillowcase.

"Yes, Dobby needs to find a way to support himself now, but these days... it's so hard to find a job."

Dobby cursed the wizards viciously, saying that he was barely making ends meet, but because the wizard bosses were unwilling to pay wages, no one wanted a 'house-elf who knew how to ask for wages'.

Even the best among these people only have good food and easy work.

Hermione listened and nodded angrily, seemingly approving of Dobby's actions.

Nietzsche, however, carefully observed the other man: short in stature, barely reaching his knees, with an extremely low profile, and a somewhat self-conscious personality due to his status as a house-elf...

But it's perfect.

"Would you be interested in changing jobs?" Nietzsche suddenly asked. "Working for me."

Dobby was shocked by his decision and almost cried with emotion.

“Mr. Holmes is so great… But Dobby can’t do that. Dobby is an unwanted house-elf. We can’t let Dobby tarnish your reputation.” It excitedly picked up its spoon and poked its forehead.

"What status? Maybe in a few years I'll be hated by everyone..." Nietzsche muttered, then continued, "Five Galleons a month, how about that?"

"Five...five Galleons?!"

“And we can’t fire you without a reason,” Hermione added.

Dobby pointed at himself with his long, thin fingers, used a cleansing charm to make his clothes a little cleaner, and then washed his face. This comical sight made Hermione burst into laughter.

"What do we need Duobi to do? Duobi is good at cooking, mending clothes, feeding pets..."

Nietzsche wanted it to do things that it could take responsibility for, rather than things that anyone with hands could do.

“Keep an eye on some people for me, some wizards, some Muggles.” Nietzsche waved his hand and said calmly, “If necessary, you can work for others while earning Galleons, but I need to know everything that’s going on.”

House-elves are too insignificant; the magical world has long promoted the idea of ​​slavery, and no one would think that such creatures would rebel.

If nobles look down on slave owners, they naturally care even less about the slaves...

Another advantage is that Hogwarts' Anti-Illusion Charm has no effect on house-elves.

At the same time, due to Professor Moriarty's influence, Nietzsche realized that it was not enough to win people over with benefits alone; he needed a countermeasure, a Damocles' sword controlled by him and Hermione.

Once the wind outside had calmed down, the two of them headed toward Madam Malkin's Robes Shop.

“But isn’t Dobby doing this just working for others while taking your money?” Dobby stumbled along beside him, saying naively, “That’s betrayal… Dobby can’t do that.”

"What about when you were at the Malfoys' house?"

"You can't do that" means that upon hearing the news, one immediately rushes to the school to remind someone, concerned for Harry Potter, while simultaneously teaming up with Nietzsche and Holmes to punish oneself while cursing Malfoy.

Nietzsche could understand if it were any other house-elves, but Dobby... well, never mind.

“Malfoys are all bad, that’s not the same thing.” Dobby made that very clear.

“Same here, your task is to prevent new bad things from appearing.” Nietzsche patted his head.

Dobby nodded as if he understood, and when they arrived at Madam Malkin's Robes Shop, he immediately skipped and jumped to open the door for the two of them and carried Hermione's luggage.

The crisp sound of the doorbell rang, and Mrs. Malkin came out from inside.

She pulled aside the clothes hanging on the hanger, and when she saw Nietzsche and the house-elves beside him, her smile became even brighter.

"What would you like to order?"

“We need to order a few dresses for the banquet... price is not an issue,” Nietzsche said.

“No problem, come over and take your measurements... I thought you would choose Elegant Clothing Store like the others.” Madam Malkin glanced at Dobby, and only after confirming that there was no movement did she let several measuring tapes fly up and begin taking measurements.

This process was so long that Nietzsche and Crookshank yawned at the same time.

Wait a minute... Crookshank fell into deep thought; it remembered it had never been this sleepy before.

Hermione frowned slightly, emphasizing that her gown shouldn't be so tight and could be looser, which disappointed the self-proclaimed 'fashionable' Mrs. Malkin, who kept nagging about Hermione's good figure but didn't seem to care.

Mrs. Malkin skillfully manipulated various tools, comparing them to the various objects with great confidence.

"Don't worry, you'll definitely be the star of the school party..." She raised her long, slender index finger and brushed Hermione's hair back. "I'm so envious, you'll definitely have a lot of dance partners."

"A school party?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Didn't you know? I heard Hogwarts is going to have a big ball this year." Madam Malkin blinked.

“We haven’t read the letter from the school yet,” Nietzsche said blankly.

Madam Malkin straightened up, glanced at him and Hermione carefully, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong—the two were more than just dance partners.

Of course, it's not just about being a 'dance partner'; we should also add 'sharing life and death' before that.

After taking the data, they went to buy some snacks and jewelry, but Hermione suddenly fell silent, as if she had been infected with Nietzsche's 'mutism', staring blankly ahead.

A ball? There's another ball?

Chapter 219 (Discount Time!) The Prelude to the Championship

In the two weeks before school started, Nietzsche and Hermione still managed to learn the most basic ballroom dance... at Watson's wedding.

Apart from Mary's pre-wedding accusations, everything is going smoothly. Moriarty, who is under government control (protection), is temporarily unable to cause trouble, and Moran is busy escaping the Ministry of Magic's wanted list.

Nietzsche stood in the center of the crowd, watching his parents walk past beneath their sabers, and silently took a few steps back.

Regardless of Britain and Moriarty's fates, at least Watson and Mary's ending was perfect... and all he needed to do was leave them alone.

At the ball that followed, Nietzsche and Shylock sat at a table, silently eating food, wine, and drinks.

"Did you forget something?" Hermione suddenly broke the gloomy atmosphere that the father and son had worked so hard to build up. She excitedly grabbed their hands. "There's a dance this semester!"

Nietzsche had a bad feeling; he had a feeling that he was being pushed out again.

"Don't..."

"You want to learn?" Sherlock, contrary to his usual self, readily agreed, "I'll teach you."