Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Nietzsche noted that the emblem of the French Ministry of Magic was a profile of a young man wearing a Phrygian hat against a background of the French tricolor, with the motto of the French wizards inscribed below the figure:

Incanté, Envouté, Conjuré (to cast spells, to incantate, to summon).

But there's a little wordplay involved, which further demonstrates the inseparable relationship between wizards and Muggles.

Nietzsche leaned close to Hermione's ear and mumbled, "The French Ministry of Magic was founded around 1790, which corresponds to the French Revolution. I'm afraid French history is a bit bloodier than English history."

The British Ministry of Magic was established in 1707, almost a century later!

“Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité (Liberty, Equality, Fraternity),” Hermione muttered to herself, referring to the answer Professor Binns had obtained after trying to understand Muggle history.

This is often the case. While any Ministry of Magic may seem to support the non-interference between wizards and Muggles, it has actually had a strong connection with Muggles since its inception. Therefore, the creation of the Statute of Secrets itself contradicts the very meaning of the Ministry of Magic.

Hmm? This seems to be a key point. Nietzsche memorized the emblem of the French Ministry of Magic.

"Be prepared for a long battle~" He beckoned with his finger without turning his head, signaling the fire dragon to follow his footsteps.

Every French wizard was terrified by the sudden appearance of the two giant dragons. They instinctively drew their wands, but even when hit by Smaug's swaying tail, no one dared to make the first move.

Especially its golden iron belly, which is both ferocious and beautiful like a mythical dragon.

“It’s a honeymoon, wouldn’t it be better if it lasted a little longer?” Hermione corrected him.

"Great!" Nietzsche thought. "If Dumbledore could reimburse me, that would be even better."

Chapter 392 Traditional British and French Programs

What do the British and French like to criticize about each other?

Answer: Every single point.

For example, syphilis is called the "French disease" in English, but the "British disease" in French.

Nietzsche quickly sized up Minister Victor, who was wearing a wizard's robe with gold trim and the French Ministry of Magic's emblem. His hair was slightly curled, and his eyes revealed a nonchalant attitude, seemingly disdainful of the two men's ages.

“Welcome~” Minister Victor raised his hand, glanced at the two fire dragons and said, “It seems that the Lamanche Strait can’t keep out flying animals.”

This was a sarcastic jab at Nietzsche and Hermione, implying that they were animals that mingled with dragons.

Nietzsche ignored the French-style malice in the small talk and he and Hermione shook hands symbolically with the minister in front of them... less sarcastic than Snape's.

"Chief Sherlock Holmes."

"Director Granger."

At that moment, Nietzsche keenly noticed the dark blue ink stain on the cuff of his shirt beneath his robe, which was magnified in his eyes and rapidly analyzed, almost giving him a sense of time standing still.

He thought to himself: This is a wizard who is diligent in his paperwork, rigid in his thinking, and has proper manners. He is a very 'traditional' wizard.

Ni glanced at the wands raised by the wizards around him out of the corner of his eye and calmly remarked sarcastically, "Because they're too short."

This pun made Minister Viktor's lips twitch, and he subconsciously tiptoed, seemingly quite concerned about his height, which was slightly the same as Nietzsche's.

However, he was not at ease. Anyone could tell what kind of wizard could tame a fire dragon... As for age? His eyes darted back and forth between the two little ones, as if guessing which one was the student of the chief wizard of Wisengamo.

Several thick iron chains formed a large net, suddenly controlling the smaller Ukrainian iron belly from both sides.

This method of control brought back unpleasant memories for the golden dragon. It began to twist its massive body, desperately trying to shake off the tight shackles, and repeatedly slammed its forelimbs against the ground, creating an earthquake-like sound.

"Don't touch it," Hermione said coldly to the nervous wizards, pulling her trench coat tighter around her neck.

“Please forgive me, Miss,” Victor said aggressively. “The French Ministry of Magic has been harassed more than once by people leading magical creatures, especially strange people like Newt Scamander.”

Nietzsche: 0.o?

So, how many British wizards persecuted the French Ministry of Magic?

Nietzsche deliberately turned away from Hermione, resting his left hand on his right arm, and scratched a non-existent mustache, pretending not to see anything, including what was about to happen.

Hermione, understanding immediately, flicked her arm and caught the wand that was falling from her sleeve, as gracefully as a conductor.

Tiny flames flew from the tip of the staff, landing like snowflakes on the magically reinforced iron chains. They then began to burn intensely, consuming the magical energy within. The molten iron was quickly vaporized before it could drip.

That flame was all too familiar to the wizards present; it was... the Flame of Trials!

Nietzsche noticed that Victor was about to draw his wand, so he 'twirled his beard' and instead pinched his chin with his fingers.

Buzz---

The powerful yet tranquil magic instantly suppressed the minister's further movements, forcing him to remain in the position of fumbling for his waist. This direct manipulation of the magical energy field was extremely difficult to defend against.

"careful!"

Victor glared angrily at Nietzsche and loudly warned the surrounding wizards to dodge the fire dragon that had broken free of its restraints.

Just as the traumatized golden dragon began to charge at the wizards, Nietzsche suddenly turned to the side, drew his wand, and pointed it at the noisy French wizards and the dragon.

"Numerous obstacles."

The magic spread in the form of observable light waves, and the wizards in half of the Ministry of Magic's hall, along with the rebellious fire dragon, were all affected by the Barrier Charm, rendered immobile as if time had been frozen.

Minister Victor's expression turned serious as he reassessed the two men's abilities in his mind.

"Who are you?" He stared intently at Hermione, who casually extinguished the flame.

"The new department of the British Ministry of Magic—the Director of Purification," Hermione said, idly toying with her wand.

"Purge...the Division?"

The word made Minister Victor frown, but France was not as sensitive as the Magical Congress of the United States next door, so it did not deliberately think about the 'Purgers' or rather, did not want to think about it.

The Muggle Purifiers are there to purge wizards and take revenge on society.

What about the wizard's purifier?

"The Purification Division has a new weapons testing department, a joint operations command, a sprite task force... and is given priority access to all kinds of new technologies you know about, such as magical flying cars and magical weapons."

With each word Hermione spoke, Minister Victor's heart would clench and his eyelids would twitch.

What are you doing?! What exactly do you want to do?!

“As far as I know, the magical world doesn’t need this kind of thing…” Victor suddenly felt that he had gone astray and felt that letting these two people come was not a good thing. He pretended to be calm and said, “I mean, there aren’t that many people to purge.”

“It’s hard to say,” Nietzsche interjected.

"what?"

Nietzsche lowered his wand, releasing the excited wizard and the golden dragon that Smaug had pinned down.

“In case there’s anything that doesn’t know what’s good for them, the British Ministry of Magic has to have something to offer.” He laughed and patted the minister on the shoulder, threatening in a joking tone, “Of course, I’m talking about someone like Voldemort.”

Viktor could only nod in agreement, cursing Fudge in his heart, who was separated from him by the Ramangsh Canyon.

That's just polite talk. Defining someone as the 'second Voldemort' or some other 'Voldemort' is just a matter of a few orders.

“Let’s go inside and talk…” the minister whispered in his ear, waving his hand to signal the sorcerers in the hall to put down their wands, not wanting to escalate the situation too much.

Nietzsche turned his head and frowned, signaling Smaug to keep an eye on the tense golden dragon.

The Ministry of Magic's offices are divided into two floors. At the end of each classically styled corridor hangs a blank portrait. They then continued down to the archives on the third basement floor.

A circular walkway surrounds bookshelves carved into the shape of tree branches, and the floor is paved with translucent blue stone bricks, making it much brighter than the Ministry of Magic.

"You have rejected Madam Maxim's request and hindered friendly exchanges between the two schools. You'd better give me an explanation." Hermione quickly adopted the authoritative demeanor she possessed as Director of the Ministry of Magic, calmly questioning her.

Nietzsche observed with great interest, but after a while, he realized it wasn't much different from when she was in a rage; after all, it was... Hermione on top!

(Just a simple reflection)

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but this… um… Director Granger,” Victor addressed him awkwardly.

“Then someone must be trying to undermine you behind your back, and more than one,” Nietzsche said softly. “You’ve been busy dealing with the Ministries of Magic from other countries… Let me guess, it must include the Japanese Ministry of Magic and the Magical Congress of the United States.”

"How do you know? You used Legilimency?!"

Clearly, Minister Victor had no idea how Nietzsche had guessed the inside story.

“It’s simple. There’s ink on your cuff, which means that the letter that requires the Minister of Magic’s personal reply is at least of the same or higher rank. It seems that a magic quill is simply not enough to handle it, sir.”

“But how can you be sure it’s someone? Maybe it’s Germany, they’ve always had a grudge against France…” Victor argued.

“Because Karkaroff was also blocked.” Nietzsche looked at him as if he were an idiot. “The only thing that could block two schools at the same time and allow direct intervention in the Ministry of Magic would be the higher-level International Federation of Wizards.”

How powerful is the International Union of Wizards?

Despite Albus Dumbledore's position as head of the United Wizarding Order, he could be removed from the position at any time if the other representatives wished. (In reality, he was only responsible for convening meetings.)

"This...this doesn't make sense!"

"Don't be silly. European Muggles are allied. Everyone knows that Germany and France want a piece of the pie. Given this situation, the most pressure comes from the Magical Congress of the United States and other ministries of magic such as Egypt and India."

He spread his hands, grasping at the air, as if trying to obtain relevant information.

Minister Victor's eyes widened, seemingly unwilling to believe that everything had been exposed by just an 'ink stain,' so he lowered his head and went to the front hall of the archives.

"Minister?" The witch at the reception desk saw the visitor and picked up the huge ancient book that had replaced the computer.

“No need to investigate them, these people are from the British Ministry of Magic,” Victor said in French. “Could you please get me the files from the last meeting…yes…all the meeting minutes…”

Following the witch's guidance, the branches began to grow rapidly, revealing the wooden cabinet buried underneath.

"You don't want to settle scores with them, do you?" Victor asked, frowning.

“My wife only deals with ungrateful people… Mr. Victor.” Nietzsche picked up the stack of files from various countries and repeated his previous statement.

Hermione didn't say anything, but just gave the minister a sweet smile.

Chapter 393 The Iron Fist from Superman

"The UK branch representative refused to attend... This is a disgraceful act by Twelve Trees, and that ridiculous pile of scrap metal flying everywhere!"

"As we've said, the International Secrecy Act, which has stood the test of time for centuries, is now just a pile of worthless paper! No... you can't let Britain act so recklessly... Muggles are searching for us like madmen..."

"Don't forget how the Purifiers attacked the British Ministry of Magic... No... the Anglo-German-French exchange is a blatant betrayal, a betrayal of the Wizarding Federation!"

"Those ridiculous Muggles actually said we threatened their safety just because those rich Muggles ran off to England!"

The files retrieved from the gold and green filing cabinet were not the kind of dry, text-filled stuff that Nietzsche imagined, the kind that would make you want to fall asleep at first glance. Instead, they described the scene as if they were shouting letters.

It's filled with the blame and complaints of fools...

The flying cars produced by British wizards, which required no fuel, dealt a devastating blow to the manufacturing industries of other countries, while also attracting another group of visionary and wealthy Muggles.

Not to mention the Ministry of Magic in the Middle East, Muggles would love to roast them alive.