Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"And what about you?" Mrs. Hudson asked kindly.

“I---I went to stay at Granger’s house.” Nietzsche stammered, and without waiting for any response, he quickly ran away, but he could still hear laughter coming from the second floor.

He gripped his wand and walked alone through the square and alleyways for about half an hour before finally seeing Granger's neighborhood.

Under the orange streetlights, only Nietzsche's shadow remained. He was thinking about how to get the Grangers to accept him for the summer, but this idea was quickly dismissed when he arrived at the Grangers' house.

He saw Hermione lying alone by the wooden fence in the garden, waving at him in the gentle evening breeze.

"Mom and Dad have already packed for you!"

"what?"

"I told them about it as soon as I got back, and they seemed pretty happy about it. Your room is right next to mine, so we can do some magic research together tonight!"

Nietzsche could see the Grangers standing straight by the living room window, staring at him, as he looked over her shoulder.

His spine began to feel cold.

Chapter 281 Granger's Dark History

When did Nietzsche visit Granger's house, he walked through the front door?

Normally he would climb out of windows or over wooden fences, but when he formally walked through the main gate under the watchful eyes of the Grangers, he always felt a little uneasy, as if he had walked into the monster's mouth on his own.

Mrs. Granger, in particular, always had a faint smile on her lips.

“Your room is next to Hermione’s. It used to be a storage room. I hope you won’t mind the old stuff…” Mrs. Granger winked at him mysteriously.

However, Mr. Granger stared seriously at Nietzsche and said calmly, "But our room is right across from yours... By the way, the wooden floor in your room is a bit loose, and I forgot to fix it, so it will be a bit noisy when you walk around."

Absurd! Insane!

Would he really sneak into Hermione's room in the middle of the night?

Nietzsche asked himself honestly, and he certainly wouldn't do that, at least not... Whether Hermione would or not, we don't know.

“What are you saying?” Mrs. Granger rolled her eyes at her husband, then patted Nietzsche, who was tense, and said with a smile, “Just pretend you’re at home.”

She sized up the handsome young man in front of her with a shrewd eye and nodded in satisfaction.

But Nietzsche didn't treat this place like his own home. He changed into slippers and looked around as he followed the Grangers upstairs—it was so clean and tidy that there weren't even bullet holes left from shooting practice on the walls or windows.

For a moment, he felt a little out of place!

At that moment, Crookshanks swiftly jumped down from Nietzsche's arms, skillfully ran into Hermione's room, and stretched lazily in the soft chair in front of the desk.

“It comes often.” Mr. Granger sensed something was wrong.

“Ah…haha…didn’t you guys go on vacation to France last summer?” Hermione showed her composure and said in a coherent manner, “I was bored, so I borrowed Crook Mountain to play for a few days.”

“My dear, don’t you have Mercury with you?” Lady Granger’s eyes were as intelligent as Dumbledore’s, as if she saw through everything.

"But I like cats better! Is that not allowed?!"

Mercury was preening his feathers on the second-floor stair railing when he heard Hermione's words. He raised his head blankly, let out a few angry hisses, and tore off a few feathers with his beak and threw them on Hermione's head.

She didn't say that before!

Hermione glared angrily at Nietzsche... he was the epitome of chaos...

As a bedroom, Nietzsche's room was not exactly tidy. Because it used to be a storage room, the blinds were covered with a thick layer of dust, and the corners were piled with cardboard boxes, leaving a large empty space for the bed.

"Goodnight, Nietzsche," Mrs. Granger said, then dragged her husband back to their room.

‘Da~’

Only the nightlights on the first and second floors of Granger's house still emitted a dim light. Nietzsche took a few steps, and the old wooden planks made a long creaking sound, which was very loud in the quiet night.

He dragged his weary body and collapsed onto the soft, makeshift bed in the posture of the crucified Jesus.

Suddenly, he noticed a book next to his pillow, seemingly left there by Mrs. Granger as a piece of clutter.

Nietzsche turned on the ship's lamp, curiously flipped through the pages, and discovered that it was not a traditional collection of bedtime stories, but a handwritten biography with flimsy handwriting, suggesting that the author was not very old. Several photographs were also included.

The author is clearly Hermione Joan Granger.

The old stuff Mrs. Granger talks about—Hermione's dark history.

'September 19th, 1987... Finally, it's my birthday! Although no one except my parents came to my pajama party, it's just what I wanted! This way, I can store the desserts in the fridge and eat them for a week...'

'October... There was a test at school today, and it went pretty well. I really don't understand those people. I just didn't tell them the answers, and they called me a bookworm. Why? Hmph, serves me right for failing and getting my parents called in.'

Nietzsche skimmed a few paragraphs, which were not much different from the Hermione in his mind. Both had a bit of cleverness and cunning, only now the latter was more cunning.

Wait a minute, he flipped through a few pages roughly, watching the numbers jump, until he stopped during the summer of 1989.

'In 1989... a new student named Holmes joined our class. He transferred from Huijin District Elementary School, supposedly because he was forced to transfer after assaulting a classmate and ending up in the hospital... Damn! He's a bad student! Unlucky, another good-for-nothing.'

'First place is gone, I'm doomed. This new guy's grades are even better than mine... It's unbelievable. He was clearly dozing off in class. Wait, he must have cheated.'

Ni, skeptical, took out his wand and tapped it, only to find no magical fluctuations.

What does it mean to be 'uneducated and incompetent'?

Also, he slept in class in elementary school just because he had already learned it; who knew Hermione had such a rich inner world?

He instinctively turned his head to look at the tightly closed door, held his breath, and after not hearing any footsteps in the corridor, continued looking:

'In 1990... Sherlock Holmes was reading during recess. I'd never seen him before, so I went over to peek. Then some people said he was a bookworm too, and he wanted to punch them, but I stopped him. Hitting someone isn't a good thing, no matter what.'

'He actually mocked me for being a coward and not believing the teacher would handle it? Never mind him, serves him right!'

'In 1991...maybe it was my fault, but some people in the class started making fun of us. He hit someone again. They could have told the teacher, but now, those people are going to get older students to fight back. Hopefully, he'll hide for a few days.'

"Several people in my class are in the hospital... wait, how did he manage to get them all hospitalized? Did he help me? Never mind, I'll ask Dad. I heard he helped the principal pull a tooth before; hopefully he won't be expelled."

Nietzsche didn't know how long he had been reading it, only that when he woke up in the morning, he wasn't even covered by a blanket, and his open diary was under his face.

Outside the door, there was a loud television blaring, and you could also hear the screams of Mercury the owl and Crookshanks.

After hiding the 'dark history' under his pillow, Nietzsche groggily got up. Mr. Granger poured milk into his coffee, while Hermione sat in a chair, swinging her legs and hooking her shoes on her toes.

Crookshan jumped around on the living room sofa, trying to catch the owl overhead.

It looks noisy, but you can also feel a sense of tranquility within it; it's normal and beautiful.

“Good morning, that’s wonderful. I slept very well last night. I thought I’d be woken up by the sound of the wooden planks.” Mr. Granger was in a good mood. “Don’t worry, now that you’re living together, you’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

Mrs. Granger came out of the kitchen carrying breakfast, smiling, and said, "Nietzsche will have his chance!"

Hermione was completely confused by these words. She stared blankly at her mother, wondering what riddle she was talking about.

Yes, Nietzsche didn't even know he had such an unlearned side... He took a deep breath, smiled and sat down opposite Hermione, quietly moving her favorite strawberry pudding in front of him.

"That's mine!" Hermione exclaimed, furious.

“I know.” Nietzsche scooped out more than half of the pudding in front of her.

The taste that filled his tongue wasn't just the sweet and sour of strawberries, but also the sweetness of revenge. Even though Hermione's eyes were filled with rage and she was stepping on his knees with her bare feet under the table, he still protected the dessert with his arms.

Nietzsche looked up happily and praised Mrs. Granger, "I can't recall any other pastry that can compare to your skill."

"Really? Where did you eat last time?" Hermione gritted her teeth, got up and took out another pudding from the refrigerator. "I remember Mrs. Hudson only ever made you chocolate chip cookies soaked in milk."

“I told you I don’t remember,” he said deliberately. “Madam, may I have another one?”

“Of course you can, I never allow Hermione to eat too much,” said Mrs. Granger.

“Mom!” Hermione turned to him again, looking at him, “Is this how you repay me? Don’t you dare take my dessert…”

"Sorry, I've always been ignorant and incompetent; I don't know what courtesy means."

Hermione blinked, then suddenly froze, feeling a strange sense of familiarity with the words.

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Chapter 282 The Little Elf War

In the afternoon, only Nietzsche and Hermione were at home. The Grangers didn't have a summer vacation; in fact, they were even busier during this time.

The Grangers' mode of transportation also changed. Under the envious gazes of their neighbors, they flew to the dental clinic in a magical car gifted by the Ministry of Magic, without spending a penny.

Once they left, Hermione became the tyrant of the house.

She wore a gray-blue long dress and, because she was at home, no socks. Her two long, slender, snow-white legs, with only a few hairs, were constantly in front of Nietzsche, even following him when he went to get a bottle of cold drink.

His eyes, like Watson's at the bachelor party, were filled with melancholy...

“I made a mistake, but I’ll do it again next time,” Nietzsche said contentedly.

He lay on the sofa watching the news, ignoring the pillow Hermione had thrown at his back. He was just silently counting in his mind, and for each pillow that hit his back, he would randomly choose one of her favorite foods.

Ah... gentleman... he's just a good-for-nothing bad student.

Nietzsche could hold a grudge for a lifetime.

The Prime Minister on television is being interviewed about the tragedy in Hangerton village.

"Whether it is related to Northern Ireland is still under investigation... However, the UK will be on high alert. We will never compromise on terrorist attacks! After discussions within the Cabinet, the UK will establish a Homeland Security Strategy Bureau."

"According to intelligence, the attackers included Gibbon, Goyle, Crabbe, Malfoy, Moorselber, Nott, Selwyn, and others."

Those Death Eater portraits were provided by the Ministry of Magic. Because they hadn't been coated with developing potion, they looked like ordinary wanted posters and wouldn't be moved.

Hermione plopped down on Nietzsche's waist, her legs together and knees bent.

House-elves have become Muggle reinforcements, and their participation in this extermination operation is far more significant than the operation itself—it means that these house-elves are about to take action against wizards.

Therefore, Nietzsche preferred to call this campaign against the Death Eaters the 'War of the Elves'.

Perhaps because of the recent horrific massacre, the Grangers returned home early. Around four o'clock in the afternoon, a series of phone calls followed the magical car flying home.

"Hello? Yes... this is Granger..." Hermione seemed a little nervous after hanging up the phone.

"what happened?"

She didn't say anything, but just knelt on Nietzsche's back, leaning against the sofa. She only turned around when her parents went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

“Your uncle Mycroft told us to start preparing, and he also said we’re one of the leaders of this extermination operation,” Hermione whispered, afraid her parents would hear. “And the other one is… Sebastian Moran.”

They all knew this person was an enemy, but with the prime minister and cabinet's recommendation, he became a legitimate henchman.