Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“Ignore him, he’s just upset about Watson’s wedding.” Nietzsche waved his hand, trying to appear calm, his eyes full of longing, then pleaded with Hermione, “And what about you?”

“I don’t think my parents will allow me to stay here overnight…” Hermione said as she walked toward the door.

That's true. What exactly was he hoping for? When he spent a night at St. Mungo's Hospital with Hermione, Mr. Granger almost threw him out, but after thinking it over, he gave up on that unrealistic hope.

Nietzsche looked up. The living room's French windows were also covered by thick curtains. He stared at the gray ceiling, speechless, and suddenly understood his father's feelings at Watson's wedding.

Marvolo stood awkwardly beside him, only able to sigh along with him: "That's life..."

But then, the door suddenly opened, and familiar brown curly hair peeked in through the crack. Hermione winked mischievously, like a fox that had caught its prey.

She said slyly, "I fooled you! Actually, I can sneak out at night... Let's resolve this quickly, maybe you can stay at my house for a few days."

This time, Hermione really left after she finished speaking.

But... to hell with it! He doesn't understand Sherlock's feelings at all!

“Yes, that’s life, full of beauty~” Nietzsche said with a relaxed and cheerful tone, patting Marvolo’s shoulder.

Over the next few days, Nietzsche filled the room with all sorts of potion-making equipment. To please Dean Snape, he even found a large round table and placed empty potion bottles on the wooden shelves along the wall.

Nietzsche used magic to preserve the bottle of water that had come into contact with the werewolf.

The days weren't too boring. After dealing with these trivial matters, on Saturday noon, the eccentric landlady, Mrs. Figg, insisted on taking him and Marvolo to the Dursleys' house as a guest, saying she wanted to introduce them to their new neighbors.

Wisteria Road and Privet Road are very close to each other and belong to the same community. They are just across the road to Dursley's house.

"Ding-dong~" Mrs. Figg, carrying a net bag and wearing checkered cotton slippers, rang the doorbell.

"Who?"

Vernon Dursley did not open the door immediately. Nietzsche heard footsteps and stopped at the door, perhaps checking through the peephole. Then he heard a clanging sound and guessed that the other person was hurriedly hiding a gun.

It seems that the previous werewolf attack had put Vernon on his guard to the limit.

“It’s me! Mrs. Figg, who lives on Wisteria Road!” the landlady shouted from the doorway. “I noticed you haven’t been going out much lately. That’s not good. Little Dudley must be getting restless. So I brought a few of the kids over for some tea.”

"Okay---Alright."

Perhaps because he had heard about Dudley, Vernon immediately relaxed and opened the door.

He had initially smiled gently at Mrs. Figg, intending to invite her inside, but when he tried to meet Dudley's soon-to-be 'new friend,' he suddenly felt as if he had been electrocuted, and the fat on his face twitched uncontrollably.

"Why do you have to do these things in my house! No... no magic, no making a scene!" Vernon warned in a low voice before quickly calming Mrs. Figg down and taking her seat.

"Dali, come down here! Mrs. Figg has brought you a new friend again!" Mrs. Dursley shouted from the kitchen.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche saw Dali run down the stairs... or more accurately, a ball rolled down the stairs.

With his size, every step he took made the wooden stairs thump and bang as a warning. Nietzsche had no doubt about the torture Harry Potter was going through in his cubicle, perhaps even fretting about the dust falling from the ceiling.

"How are these pigs fed to be so fat?" Marvolo exclaimed in surprise.

When Dali ran over to the tea table with great joy, he found Nietzsche staring at him with an oppressive gaze, while Marvolo was looking at him with a malicious eye, as if he were a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

One caused the British magical community a great deal of trouble fifty years ago, while the other has brought the British magical community under its control.

Moreover, strictly speaking, the former was tightly controlled by the latter, and the two of them had reputations that were more ruthless than the other.

When Mrs. Figg saw Penny coming out of the kitchen carrying snacks and afternoon tea, she also looked surprised and asked curiously, "Do you two know each other?"

It's more than just knowing each other; we've practically shared hardships.

"Ah...it was just a brief encounter." Penny lied, resuming her role as a housewife. She put down the plate, walked over to the two of them, and nervously whispered, "What happened again? Was there another...attack..."

“We’re just here as guests,” Nietzsche said, displeased.

Honestly, it's one thing for Hermione to think that way, but why does everyone think that way? Does the Holmes family really have this kind of "trouble follows them wherever they go" constitution?

But to avoid embarrassing the Dursleys, Nietzsche deliberately raised his voice and said, "Mrs. Dursley, thank you for helping us move into our new house!"

The Dursleys breathed a sigh of relief, their faces regaining their warm smiles, which looked quite practiced.

“Oh? Your parents are really irresponsible,” Mrs. Figg said. “Looks like you’re lucky to have run into the Dursleys… I’m going to have to give your parents a good talking-to.”

In any case, the atmosphere had calmed down, and the Dursleys no longer had to worry about their reputation being ruined.

Keda was still nervously huddled with his parents, focusing intently on the snacks in front of him. But just as they feared, a loud, echoing explosion suddenly shattered the Dursleys' newly relieved hearts.

That's the loud bang from Apparition, or like a Muggle firing a gun in front of their house...

Nietzsche instinctively reached for his waist, a change that prompted Vernon to quickly get up and run to the window to check.

Half a minute later, the doorbell rang.

"Who?"

"I'm looking for Nietzsche-John Holmes," came a drawn-out voice from outside the door.

Nietzsche's name was like a secret code, as if uttering it would provide protection. So Vernon opened the door with peace of mind and saw Professor Snape enter with Mercury.

Those gloomy black eyes quickly scanned the room before finally settling on... Nietzsche could swear that the professor was definitely looking at Petunia Dursley.

Chapter 292 Vernon: Who else does my wife know?

When Vernon Dursley first learned that his wife knew about Dementors, werewolves, and Headmaster Dumbledore, well, he accepted it; after all, his wife's sister was a wizard, and he could understand.

But why is this gloomy man in the black cloak with greasy hair staring at his wife ever since he entered the house?

Vernon was embarrassed. He thought everyone had been acting for most of their lives, only to find out in the end that the little secret he knew wasn't worth hiding at all.

As for Penny, whenever there's anything or anyone connected to the wizarding world, either she knows them or they know her.

A bunch of people were crammed into the Dursleys' living room—Snape was eyeing Petunia, Petunia was looking at Vernon, Vernon was staring at Snape, and Dudley... Dudley could only drink some tea and eat some snacks.

"Ahem...Are you their parent?" Mrs. Figg noticed that the atmosphere was getting a little strange, so she quickly changed the subject.

“What? I’m just a professor.” Snape started spraying venom everywhere again. “Oh, of course, if Sherlock Holmes were to die, I could adopt him to protect social order.”

The classic sharp tongue, the familiar flavor.

“What do you mean?” Penny suddenly turned cold and focused her gaze on the professor.

"Oops, did I accidentally touch your keyword?" Snape gently covered his mouth, feigning an apologetic look.

"Hey! If you're so tough, why didn't you come to see him back then... Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't know that the person she married wasn't you~" Penny suddenly became very sarcastic.

Nietzsche and Marvolo exchanged a glance, shrugged, and then, with steaming cups of Earl Grey tea in hand, leaned back on the soft sofa, crossing their legs in a strikingly synchronized manner.

Vernon looked at his wife with even more bewilderment than when he first heard about the Dementors' job.

“Honey, who was you having dinner with back then?” Penny asked.

“Call him…call him James, yes, James Potter.” Vernon was also confused and could only agree with his wife.

Nietzsche and Marvolo: Good tea~

"And then?" Snape stroked his chin, his face so dark that it wouldn't be surprising if he cast the Killing Curse any second now. "So you're jealous? Just because you've become a poor... wretched... um... old woman."

This makes it sound like Penny marrying Vernon was a sad thing, portraying her as a jealous little woman.

To be honest, Nietzsche didn't know how Snape knew he would be at the Dursleys' house, nor did he know he would come at this time, but it wasn't all bad, at least he could have some fun.

"Are you saying I'm not as good as Potter?! Huh?" Vernon's face would turn purplish-red every time he got angry, like a piece of liver.

“I didn’t say that… but I can understand, after all, your wife had no choice.” Snape offered a kind and comforting look. “Girls are always vulnerable when they are disheartened.”

"Penny? How do you know this guy?"

“I don’t know her! Lily brought her here!” Penny screamed.

"But what did he mean by taking advantage of a weakness? You...you only agreed to date me because you gave up on yourself?" Vernon gasped for breath.

Dudley silently placed the plate of dessert in front of him, looking pitiful and helpless. But what could he do? He could only hope in his heart that his parents wouldn't divorce because of this.

For some reason, Nietzsche suddenly felt a little sorry for this silly, fat boy who was kept in the dark by his parents.

Crookshank was annoyed by the screams and arguments of the group. It struggled and rolled around on the table, kicking the snacks in front of Dudley all over the place.

“You think it’s because of him? A monster?” Penny said. “No! It’s not what you think! I haven’t given up on myself, it’s just… you know, you’re just a normal person, so I…”

Vernon was a classic chauvinist, and naturally he didn't want his life to be built on the other person's wrong choices, so he started to fight and be aggressive for no reason.

What started as an argument between Snape and Petunia gradually turned into an argument between Vernon and Petunia.

“No wonder you know all those…crazy…absurd things.” Vernon waved his hands. “You can’t be a part of that world, and I—I’m just—an ordinary person, so you’re only concerned with that? I thought you loved me!”

"Of course that's why I married you, you fool."

“I don’t think so. I think you chose me because you had no other choice! So you’ve always wanted to be your sister? You… the reason you hate Potter is because you’re not crazy, you’re different from me!”

Vernon wasn't talking nonsense. From Snape's words, we can see that he hated wizards because he disliked their crazy attitudes, while Petunia hated them because of jealousy.

He could tolerate his wife's hatred of magic, even though she knew about the wizarding world, because he loved her. But if she were to distance herself from her sister out of jealousy that he wasn't a wizard, that would be a different story.

Nietzsche could tell that Vernon was a very proud person, so it was difficult for him to accept this difference.

At this point, Dudley impatiently chased Crookshan away from the plate. Perhaps not wanting to waste food, he even squatted down and picked up the few biscuits that had fallen on the carpet and ate them.

But his obese body was so clumsy that he bumped into Vernon with just a few twists.

Seeing Dudley's pathetic state, Vernon, still furious, kicked his son over and yelled at him, "I'm paying for your schooling, not for you to be a scoundrel! Potter is more obedient than you!"

Perhaps seeing Vernon engulfed in such a massive fire for the first time, Dudley scrambled and rolled up to the second floor.

“Why didn’t you tell me? So you know James Potter wasn’t lying to me!” Vernon stammered. “So those flying brooms were real, and he really did have a warehouse full of gold coins…”

Penny didn't answer, but remained unusually quiet, biting her lower lip.

Then Vernon said, "You said your sister is a freak, but I don't despise you for it! And I thought... I thought wizards rode brooms because they were poor, and I always thought you hated those people!"

Nietzsche actually wanted to say that some brooms could sell for thousands of gallons, and were even custom-made, but considering the atmosphere... well, never mind, I'll leave it at that.

The problem lies here: in Vernon's process of getting to know wizards, because of his love for them, he viewed them through the lens of Penny. From this distorted perspective, he believed that wizards were a group of 'magicians' who could only survive on welfare.

But now, because of Harry and Nietzsche, he has met werewolves with his own eyes and realized that some things are true, and that some wizards are even protecting Muggles.

Most importantly, the Prime Minister knew about the existence of wizards, which was not a big secret.