Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Next was Orim Maxim, who was clearly well disguised, but even the best disguise is useless against Hagrid, because they were both half-giants...having suffered persecution because of their bloodline, they were naturally terrified of new things...

Giants are inherently brutal and bloodthirsty. During the Dark Ages, when the Man of Victoire ruled, they committed several horrific massacres of Muggles. Clearly, this bloodline is being unwittingly and slowly unearthed by Maxim.

Here, Rita Skeeter quotes a reader:

'We have seen the real world, and we have our own desire for fairness, but certainly not the kind that allows a respected old wizard to show unrestrained favoritism. Long live freedom!'

Hermione was so shocked by the above remarks that she couldn't say a word.

"How did she know about Mrs. Maxim's..." She wanted to say 'giant blood,' but considering the principal's current situation, she swallowed the last words.

Even if everyone already knows about it, at least don't mention it in front of the person involved.

“This is a matter for our special correspondent; we're just here to resolve the issue.” Scrimgeour stepped forward and warmly patted Nietzsche on the shoulder. “Looks like you and I will be working together for a while longer…”

He had no idea how strong he was; Nietzsche only felt his shoulders being squeezed painfully.

“I accepted Albus’s invitation, but I never expected to be humiliated like this!” Mrs. Maxim said, her voice hoarse as she struggled to control her temper.

“This is a lie! Utter fabrication!” Moody pushed aside the students huddled together and limped up to Director Auror. “Although Albus’s friends may not be good people, they are definitely not what this is about!”

Dumbledore glanced gratefully at Moody and then reassured him.

“Alastor, we all know what kind of person Rita is, but…” the principal said.

"No! Rufus, you go back here!"

Moody's reaction was the most intense; he completely disregarded the Ministry of Magic.

If it were someone else, like a soft-hearted person like Ludo Bagman, they might have stepped down, but Scringer would never.

Even though Nietzsche had only worked with Scrimgeour once, he understood that the Auror Director before him was absolutely loyal to the Ministry of Magic, not to...Dumbledore.

But speaking of which, I wonder if Tom Riddle, who's hiding inside Harry, can see this report. He might be ecstatic right now.

Happy New Year! The fox is celebrating the holiday.

Well, Hermione and Nietzsche have gotten this far. As for romance, this book doesn't have as much sweetness as the previous one. The rest of the book focuses on the main plot, with Tatakai and Moriarty's ending...

PS: Originally, it was Hagrid's "dismissal" incident, but because of Nietzsche, the Malfoy family lost its voice, so Hagrid would not become a victim caught in the middle, and thus it was replaced by Mrs. Maxime.

Yay! Have a great New Year's Day!

Wishing all my fellow book lovers who are about to take exams good results before the New Year and a happy holiday!

Chapter 249 Crouch's Untold Past

As a special correspondent for The Daily Prophet, Rita had a connection with Nietzsche.

It seems Rita isn't as normal as he thought... Oh well, anyone who can contact Gilderoy Lockhart privately can't be normal, but after all, he's one of Nietzsche's mentors in the world of wizarding literature.

The newspaper articles were full of sarcasm and ridicule towards Dumbledore, practically calling him an "old madman."

As Headmaster Dumbledore pulled Hagrid along to chase after Mrs. Maxime toward the Forbidden Forest, the idle Scrimgeour stepped forward, enduring Moody's scrutinizing gaze, and pulled Nietzsche out of the crowd.

“This is a tough job…” he sighed and sat down in a corner of the auditorium.

“Minister Fouché sent you here not just for show. Tell me, what does he want me to investigate this time?” Nietzsche said quickly.

Scrimgeour glanced at it in surprise, then grabbed a piece of bread from the table. In the heat of the moment, he probably hadn't even had breakfast. He didn't mind the bread, which was already cold and hard, and soaked it in some porridge to soften it.

As for Rita Skeeter, Nietzsche believed that Fudge tacitly approved of her behavior.

It is clearly impossible that a massive magical government, designed to maintain order, would be unable to control a single news agency.

“Barty Crouch and the Goblet of Fire.” Scrimgeour held up two fingers. “He hasn’t come to work for two weeks, just like Bertha Jorkins at the Ministry of Magic… Cornelius is worried that the Purge hasn’t given up.”

One person lost contact, another claimed to be ill and disappeared, and Rita was adding fuel to the fire.

It's hard for the Ministry of Magic to ignore these things.

"Bertha Jorkins?"

“Oh, she’s a lady from the Department of Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic. She’s so forgetful. She said she was going to visit relatives during the summer vacation, but she hasn’t come back yet,” Percy interjected from behind them. “She has absolutely no sense of time.”

He followed closely behind Scrimgeour, as if emphasizing his identity as Barty Crouch's assistant.

For Scrimgeour, his position wasn't entirely in line with procedure, because he was terrified of losing his 'assistant to the director' position, so he was very obsequious to his successor.

Percy looked at his superior and added, "I think this is a basic requirement for working at the Ministry of Magic..."

But they didn't even look at him directly, and simply picked up where he left off, adding: "Bertha used to be a member of the International Cooperation Division and worked with Crouch, but now, both of them have disappeared."

The International Cooperation Division values ​​wizards' individual abilities second only to the Execution Division, because they travel extensively and participate in the intricate magical affairs of various countries.

Anything related to diplomacy is never a simple matter.

In other words, Bertha, who used to work in the Department of International Cooperation, became so forgetful and confused after experiencing some events, which is why she was transferred to the Department of Magical Sports.

In the minds of the visitors, Nietzsche was undoubtedly portrayed by Fudge as the most insightful wizard in analyzing problems.

"The time of her disappearance."

"Bertha later worked for Ludo Bagman, and after organizing the Quidditch World Cup final, she took leave to visit relatives."

Scrinker pulled out a stack of pre-prepared documents from his pocket, covered with labels, clearly categorized from Bertha Jorkins's graduation grades to her subsequent work experience.

I must say, it was very comfortable working with him.

"Hmm... Before August, judging from her abilities, she was a hardworking and conscientious woman," Nietzsche commented. "Let me see her file... an outstanding Gryffindor graduate, she seems to possess a certain amount of courage."

Moreover, he was two years ahead of players like James and Black.

This is quite strange. How could an excellent member of the International Cooperation Department suddenly become a burden that others see as a liability?

Then he discovered that the reason given on the recent leave application form for Bertha Jorkins was: to visit her aunt in Albania.

Suspiciously, Nietzsche instinctively retrieved everything that had happened in Albania from his memory, the most thought-provoking of which was Voldemort, who, in front of Scrimgeour, put the application form into his pocket.

So he continued, "What happened in between?"

“That’s exactly why I’m here… I suspect Crouch is involved in this,” Scrimgeour said decisively, smoothing his tawny hair.

After he took off his gold-rimmed glasses, all traces of gentleness vanished, and the old lion became like a drawn blade.

Percy, Barty Crouch's assistant, panicked. He said with a worried look, "No, Mr. Crouch is highly respected in the Ministry of Magic... Bertha must be too stupid. She probably got lost in the forest."

"Hmph, he is indeed respected, which is why so many people believed him when he kicked Joggins out of the International Cooperation Department, saying she was a burden," Scrinker said coldly.

It's another story buried in the past; it seems the Ministry of Magic isn't as rosy as the Hogwarts students think.

“As far as I know, Bertha has never been popular, sir,” Percy said respectfully.

"That's because she's too talkative. For a woman working at the Ministry of Magic, it's a bad thing to gossip. She's the kind of person who doesn't know the right time or what to say."

Based on Scringer's description, Nietzsche envisioned a Gryffindor student who was talkative, prone to chatter, but very curious.

He was assembling Bertha's personality, not comparing her to Hermione... absolutely not...

Okay, Nietzsche took a few traits from Hermione, but only the talkative and nagging part.

A few owls flew in, and the freshly printed newspapers fell from the sky, crashing onto the still-greasy gold plates. Now, everyone saw the news article that denounced Dumbledore.

The professors sat in the main seat, whispering amongst themselves, clearly dissatisfied with the farce.

Scrimgeour strode up and, as the new referee, shook hands with the deans and professors in turn. Professors Bomag and Flitwick simply nodded slightly, their hands trembling slightly as if they had met.

"Is this Fudge's attitude, hmm?" But when it was Moody's turn, the other man warily placed his hands on his cane.

"Mad-Eye Man..."

“You think you can use Rita Skeeter to smear Dumbledore? That’s impossible!” He pulled his hand back in disgust. “Don’t forget I used to be an Auror. I’ll find that madwoman and teach her a lesson.”

“In fact, we don’t know how Rita got into Hogwarts without you noticing.” Scrimgeour silently withdrew his hand.

He stood ramrod straight, and Nietzsche believed that it was because of his position as the Auror Director that he held Moody in a certain respect.

Even though the other party refused to shake hands, no matter how much he doubted the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour maintained his composure. Of course, he was also representing Fudge's attitude, so he couldn't show weakness.

“It’s okay, I’ll find out…” Moody stretched out his finger and poked his own Demon Eye.

Rita Skeeter had no idea how bad luck she had gotten herself into.

As a special correspondent who had just stirred up conflict between the emerging faction and the Dumbledore faction in the British wizarding world, he was still sitting happily in the Leaky Cauldron, counting his Galleons.

Chapter 250 Moody: That damn bug

It turns out that 'Mad-Eye Moody' really did have a run-in with Rita Skeeter.

Later, in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Nietzsche could see that he always carried a mirror on his person, which looked like a glass spinning top, unlike the one that was smashed in his office; this one was much smaller.

"I made a small black magic detector myself. It will glow and spin whenever there is a suspicious person around." Moody tied it around his waist with a rope.

He angrily cursed Rita as a despicable person, and the situation only escalated.

By January, Nietzsche and Hermione were sitting in the library searching through linguistics when they could see Moody patrolling the playground from a quick glance out the window.

“You have Skeeter’s contact information, right? Tell her to shut up.” Hermione looked at the neurotic professor. “If Moody catches her, everyone… no, he’ll definitely use the Cruciatus Curse on her.”

“I believe this isn’t the first or second time she’s done this,” Nietzsche said, raising an eyebrow. “You should worry about your own second project.”

With only a month until the next match, Hermione has absolutely no way to deal with Eggman.

She said she had opened it once in her dorm room before, but all she could hear were insane screams that seemed to pierce her eardrums; she couldn't hear any other useful information.

“Look at what she wrote, making me sound like someone who dreams of ruling the world,” Hermione said softly, clearly disliking her. “Or… do you agree with her?”

Hermione's tone was gentle, but it still sent a chill down his spine, and he pulled his clothes tighter around himself.

There are many types of gentleness, some sweet, some calm, but she clearly belongs to the poison type—the old witch who gave Snow White the poisoned apple.

Hermione can now skillfully use this trick, concealing her intentions within gentleness, like a hidden knife.

“I’m mainly interested in her secret… how did she sneak into the school?” Nietzsche looked away from the “Collection of Magical Languages.” “You and I both know that she was nowhere to be seen at the Christmas ball.”

He wouldn't be foolish enough to answer that question.

Besides, Moody is indeed a bit neurotic. Although the Ministry of Magic tacitly approved of Rita's behavior, it shouldn't be to the point of using magic to check their bodies before each class.