Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Nietzsche looked behind him and saw, besides the members of Wizengamo, some old wizards he had never seen before, dressed in strange clothes, whispering among themselves. They were a delegation from the Wizarding Union.

Samuel G., representing the Magical Congress of the United States, responded with a chilling tone:

"Based on the evidence, the Wizarding Union has accused Nietzsche-John Holmes of violating Articles 13 and 73 of the International Law on Secrecy and Article 3 of the Law on the Restraint of Minors."

"Holmes, is it true that you used magic multiple times at number four Privet Drive, Surrey, and that you used spells such as the Fire Curse and the Patronus Charm?"

“That’s right,” Nietzsche replied.

"Knowing it was a Muggle neighborhood, why didn't they do anything to cover it up afterwards?" Samuel continued.

"Correct."

"Very well, the Wizarding Union has reviewed the records of the Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic through its authority. You received a formal warning from the Ministry of Magic in 1992 for your deliberate exposure of magic, and we will..."

Clohart raised a finger and made a series of tsk-tsk sounds, interrupting the dark figure on the platform with this comical act.

“The defendant used magic to protect himself and Muggles. According to Section 7 of the Restraint Act, any underage wizard may use magic under special circumstances,” Lockhart countered with ease.

“That’s right, Mr. Holmes can choose to leave,” the rest of the delegation retorted.

"Leave?" Nietzsche smiled with relief. "Voldemort has been resurrected and is wantonly harming Muggles, while you have reduced the actions permitted under special circumstances to 'self-preservation'?"

"The Dark Lord... the Purifier... whatever nonsense you want, that's your business, Britain's business!" the delegation said. "Even if you haven't violated the Restraint Act, you have violated the Secret Service Act!"

“Then Voldemort also violated the Secret Law, why don’t you invite him over as well?” Nietzsche said.

"Of course, as long as the Ministry of Magic brings the person here, we will conduct a trial..."

To stand by and watch—that was the Wizarding Union’s attitude toward anything. Nietzsche was disgusted by them. He drooped his eyelids, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his thumbs and middle fingers lightly touching, releasing his rage from his fingertips.

The Wizarding Union believes that Britain is out of control, and this loss of control could lead to the loss of control in other magical worlds due to the connections between Muggles.

"Therefore, Holmes is innocent!" Fudge roared. "Dementors and werewolves are attacking Muggles. In times like these, we need to use the necessary means. Bring me the witnesses from Wizengamor!"

At the minister's command, Scringer brought a woman in from outside. Nietzsche looked over and realized that the woman was none other than his summer landlady, Mrs. Figg.

No wonder the rent was so low, and they even kindly invited him to visit the Dursleys' house.

Dumbledore stood up and handed over his chair for the frightened Mrs. Figg to sit down.

“Alabel Dorian Figg, please brief the representatives of the Wizarding Union on the current situation of Muggles,” Fudge commanded rudely.

“I’m a Squib living near Privet Drive… While Muggles can handle some Death Eaters, they’re helpless when it comes to shady stuff,” Figg said tremblingly. “Like wolfsbane and Dementors.”

"It's a failure of the British Ministry of Magic to allow werewolves to attack Muggles—" they said, drawing out the last syllable of their words.

“Hmm, that’s right.” Lockhart reprimanded, “If you can’t handle your relationship with the Muggle government when the wizards are exposed, that’s your own problem. As for us—we’re working with the Muggles to deal with the mysterious man.”

The table was banged on, and the delegations revealed their anger and embarrassment.

"We're talking about violating the Secret Service Act, not about what to do after you've violated it!" the wizard shouted in a thick American accent.

"Then who broke the law first?" Lockhart, adjusting his suit, said sharply, "It was the Mystic, he was commanding werewolves, vampires, giants... while Holmes was protecting the magical world!"

In this tone, the first person to violate the "Secrecy Law" is the cause, while the latter's violation is merely a predicament to make up for the former's violation, thus successfully removing Nietzsche from the picture.

Then Wizengamo and the other wizards began to talk to each other, and the courtroom was filled with whispers.

Chapter 304 Ministry of Magic: I say innocent, and that means innocent.

“Mrs. Figg, please tell me what happened that night,” Dumbledore said firmly, as the Chief Wizard of Wizengamor.

“Yes…that night the streets were full of dark creatures. I first saw Dementors attacking the Dursleys…then I saw a huge three-headed serpent guardian driving them away…” Mrs. Figg said with a fearful look in her eyes.

"First? Are you sure you saw the Dementors first?" Lockhart pressed.

"Even though I'm a dud, my eyes are still there!"

“Very well, Mr. Holmes, the defendant, was protecting Muggles; he was passive throughout the entire leak,” Lockhart said swiftly. “Clearly, you’ve accused the wrong person; the one who truly broke the law is that Dark Lord.”

Nietzsche lowered his head, concealing the faint smile on his lips.

However, Lockhart cannot be blamed for this, because he was unaware that Nietzsche had orchestrated the incident. Moreover, even Dumbledore, who had Squibs as informants in the wizarding world, was unaware of it.

The fact that the trial was not conducted at the principal's behest put Nietzsche at ease.

"Stop playing dumb!" Chairman Samuel roared. "The magical cars appeared in Britain before Voldemort's resurrection! You...you made unauthorized deals with Muggles!"

Nietzsche gazed indifferently at the circles of wizards upholding the Law of Secrecy. Fine, let's stir up the storm even bigger.

“Mr. Minister, do Muggles know that flying cars are magic?” he asked.

“Of course…no,” Fudge said firmly. “According to Article Thirteen, only any magical activity that comes to the attention of Muggles is illegal. Therefore, Holmes and the British Ministry of Magic have not violated Article Seventy-Three.”

“Good fortune! Good luck!” the other party roared.

“I’m sorry, that’s what the law says. If you don’t want to abide by it, then… I also have the right to rewrite the local regulations during wartime,” Fudge said without changing his expression. “Now, those who agree that the charges are unfounded, please raise your hands.”

The whispers in the courtroom ceased, and Nietzsche looked up to see that Wesley and the Ministry of Magic, led by Mr. Weasley and Fudge, had raised their hands in turn... except for Umbridge, the toad-like figure next to Fudge.

In contrast, the group from the Wizarding Union was still hesitant, consisting of only six or seven people.

“Let me explain, cough cough, the power of the mysterious man is constantly growing. If anyone feels they can remain uninvolved, they are welcome to support the charges,” Lockhart added with a smile. “Perhaps America is a good refuge.”

These words were almost a direct statement: If you think the "Secrecy Law" is more important than your life, then we'll just sit idly by and do nothing; at worst, we'll move.

Anyway, wizards can move quickly. They can just carry a few boxes of Unseen Stretch Charms and run away with a single Apparition Charm. They don't care about the ever-growing number of werewolves; they might as well all die together.

Upon hearing these words, which sounded almost like a threat, the Egyptian and French representatives around Samuel began to raise their hands one after another.

Fudge nodded in satisfaction, tapped the table with his hammer, and announced in a loud voice:

"All of Mr. Holmes's actions in violation of the Secret Code were necessary emergency measures under crisis conditions. Therefore, I hereby declare Nietzsche-John Holmes... innocent!"

Nietzsche looked around at everyone and gave Hermione a gentle smile.

“Great! I’m confident we’ll get through this crisis perfectly,” Lockhart said cheerfully. “Now I have to go. You know, Muggles are waiting for me to hold a press conference and tell them some ways to deal with bedbugs.”

Many people breathed a sigh of relief and left one after another, while Hermione sat motionless on the wooden chair, trying to recover from her shock.

Dumbledore approached, his face serene, and rose to greet Nietzsche. Just his mere presence in Nietzsche's presence instilled a sense of security and reassurance, and his blue eyes, beneath his crescent-shaped spectacles, revealed a calm and serene quality.

"I never imagined his cunning could be used in this way." The principal watched Lockhart's departing figure.

"Where's Harry? Didn't he come along?" Nietzsche asked him deliberately.

“She’s being protected by the Order of the Phoenix, but Petunia needs a little time to adjust… She’s a bit lost and worried about Vernon’s safety. Luckily, you were able to anticipate Voldemort’s plans.”

Nietzsche noticed Dumbledore's gaze, so he quickly abandoned his joy and other emotions, used Occlumency to numb his brain, and met Dumbledore's gaze without hesitation.

“Muggles can’t deal with Dementors, I guessed that after I got a hint from Mr. Scrimgeour.” Nie used his most sincere eyes to lie, “And Marvolo can see Voldemort’s thoughts.”

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then continued after some thought, "It seems Harry has actually benefited from this misfortune, but be careful of the backlash..."

"I'll pay attention."

Thanks to Harry's previous experiences, Dumbledore had no doubt that Nietzsche had lured the enemy there.

Hermione came over too, and she sighed with relief: "I didn't expect the Wizarding Association to target you like this... They don't even care about Voldemort, but they're afraid of being exposed."

"Isn't it all because of the two of you? You know, Muggles from other countries are furious about the flying cars." Dumbledore pulled two Hogwarts letters from his pocket and stuffed them into their hands.

"Don't tell me there's a second trial..." Nietzsche stared at the letter suspiciously, not taking it for a long time.

But Dumbledore smiled, looking at the curious Hermione like an old man trying to amuse a neighbor's child with candy.

"These are your new semester envelopes, which were supposed to be delivered to you by the owl today, but I think... you don't need to go home and wait for them." The principal patted the girl's head and said cheerfully.

He then shrugged and quickly left the courtroom.

The Hogwarts owl would deliver an annual envelope to the students the day before school started, and Hermione would always open it along with his letter, as if it were a special ritual for her.

Nietzsche ignored his girlfriend's shouting and looked in the direction where Dumbledore had disappeared with mixed feelings, feeling a little guilty.

“Let’s go, we can go straight to Diagon Alley to buy books now!” Hermione suddenly jumped onto his back.

“This isn’t your first time in Diagon Alley,” Nietzsche said helplessly.

"Don't forget what you said, we're 'starting school early'... You can stay in Diagon Alley for a day and then take the train to school the next day!"

Nietzsche watched as the torches at the top gradually went out on their own, and suddenly felt a surge of pleasure.

Oh right, we can live together for a day out of Mr. Granger's sight!

Chapter 305 Yes! Class Monitor!

The Leaky Cauldron is a great place for wizards and passing Muggles to drink and chat on the first and second floors, while the newly added third and fourth floors have become a hotel.

The room looked nothing like a high-end hotel; it didn't have many dazzling decorations, just a few wool chairs, a large bed, and a bathroom. At first glance, it looked like a cabin in the woods, meant to accommodate passersby.

Looking out the window, you can see the bustling traffic of Charing Cross Road and watch all sorts of people coming and going.

Nietzsche sniffed; the room was more humid than when he arrived, filled with a pleasant fragrance and the smell of moisture. He could hear the running water in the bathroom and Hermione humming. His quick mind began to unconsciously fantasize:

The water flowed down from above, washing away the foam on the girl's body, running from her chest to her toes. What was even more infuriating was that the bathroom door was made of frosted glass, and he could see a blurry figure with just a slight glance.

Damn it, I knew he wouldn't be the first to shower...

Among the opened letters on the table, there was also a red and gold badge pressed on the shopping list.

The lion of Gryffindor has a large 'P' engraved on its body, which is the prefect's badge. Nietzsche had seen it many times, but he never received the Slytherin prefect's badge in his envelopes.

The sound of running water stopped, and after a while the door was opened, revealing Hermione's fair skin with a faint pinkish tinge, washed by hot water.

“Nietzsche?” Hermione asked hesitantly when she saw him examining the envelope.

“Not surprising at all,” Nietzsche said enthusiastically, calmly holding the Gryffindor badge in his hand. “Anyway, congratulations! I'm looking forward to seeing you celebrate, Prefect!”

Seeing her flustered appearance, Nietzsche was a little puzzled. Did she think he would be jealous?

He walked over and draped a wizard's robe over Hermione, who was only wearing a shirt. He breathed in the citrus scent of her curly hair and pinned the prefect's badge to her chest, his movements slow and sacred, as if a pope were crowning a king.

“I thought you’d be angry… How should I put it? I think you should be a prefect too…” Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are enough for me."

Hermione didn't put the clothes that weren't going to work in her suitcase; instead, she threw them in the basket and gave him a deep look.

They went down to the first floor, from the dead end in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron to Diagon Alley, and beyond the billboards plastered with wanted posters, they could hear shouts from the main street.

Besides the old shops, there are also some newly opened shops selling magical equipment, hawking various amulets and defensive items, and most of the people coming in and out are wizards wearing Ministry of Magic uniforms.

Fortunately, Voldemort's shadow hasn't reached here yet, and you can still see many young wizards chatting under the parasols in front of the coffee shop.