Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Chapter 54 The British Warehouse Manager

Why does Sherlock refer to his brother as the "warehouse manager"?

That's not entirely wrong, except that this warehouse is in England, and everything in it—the buildings, the various organizations—that belongs to England is considered 'warehouse stock,' and Mycroft is in charge of that stuff.

If you want, you can trace a person's lineage back to their ancestors' origins in England.

“This is all the information MI6 can find, and only Malfoy’s information is the most complete.” Mycroft smiled politely at Mary. “Your son’s intuition is much stronger than his father’s.”

No one dislikes others praising their son, especially Mary.

“I just hope he won’t get into trouble…” she said sincerely.

There weren't many documents on the table. While the others were looking through them, Mrs. Hudson quietly sat down by the fireplace. She didn't look at them, but she listened quietly to everything happening around her.

It was a collection of historical documents, with names circled in red ink.

"This happened on British soil, shouldn't MI5 handle it?"

“That being said, the wizarding world is completely detached from society, forming a government on British soil without permission. Even Northern Ireland wouldn’t dare to do that,” Mycroft said calmly. “Besides, this matter also involves the US government.”

No one could have predicted that Draco Malfoy's family would be stripped bare by a bunch of Muggles in just half a day.

Its earliest known name is Armand Malfoy, appearing in the history of William I, followed by Nicholas Malfoy in the 14th century, when many ordinary people in his territory died from the Black Death.

Lucius Malfoy I first appeared in the 17th century, but only on the banquet lists of Elizabeth I.

Eventually, he almost disappeared from public view, but occasionally in recent decades, the name of Lucius Malfoy II, Draco's father, could be seen on the lists of some major auctions.

Parkinson and Flint are very rare, and they appear almost occasionally alongside the Malfoy family.

The materials also mention early British currency and land ownership, which began to slowly disappear before the Industrial Revolution.

“The Law of Secrecy of the International Confederation of Wizards was enacted in 1692 to prevent the existence of wizards from being known to ordinary people, hence this decree,” Nietzsche said. “And in the later stages of the Industrial Revolution, there were very few landowners in the land relations.”

The enactment of the Secrecy Law serves as a dividing line; since then, information about wizards has become increasingly scarce.

Regarding the early land consolidation issue, it is clear that Malfoy cashed out all of it beforehand, converting it into gold. The wealth he gained from England secured his status in the wizarding world, which subsequently led to his becoming a pure-blood wizard.

In other words... Malfoy himself was a mixed-race man.

"Uncle, could you make a copy for me later, just in case?" Nietzsche grinned from ear to ear.

"Could we plant a listening device?" Watson had a wicked idea. "Since the murderer is connected to them, we can sneak up on them when they attend other banquets..."

“No, wizarding magic would completely interfere with information. To be precise, magic itself is an energy field.” Mycroft rejected the idea. “You can think of it as a ‘second magnetic field’ for now, which even satellites can’t detect.”

But is there really no way at all?

Think carefully about where the wizards got their magical radios, and what the motorcycle parts in Hagrid's house were for... Nietzsche didn't want to miss any opportunity.

“Improvements—magic can replace existing oil, gasoline, and electronic resources. I can try to modify it.”

Nietzsche's words struck everyone as absurd, most notably Mycroft, who pulled a respirator from his pocket and began unbuttoning his suit jacket while inhaling pure oxygen.

He was like a seal that had accidentally ingested plastic and was on the verge of death.

"Are you serious?" Lestrade shouted, losing his composure.

“Absolutely true.” Nietzsche knew what the detective was asking. “Although I don’t particularly dislike the wizards’ ways, unfortunately, wizards do have something to be proud of.”

They possess powerful weapons and energy, but they don't know how to use them; they're practically a bunch of baboons carrying heavy machine guns.

Thinking like wizards, they can freely travel through space, and even further afield, they only need any object enchanted with a spell to appear from the European continent to the American continent.

Mycroft became serious; clearly, the British government must not be led astray and antagonize the wizards.

Whether out of humanitarian considerations or from the government's perspective.

“I don’t understand, it’s just…why do they go to such lengths to make the two sides hostile?” Under Mary’s gaze, Watson pulled out a notebook and wrote down the key points of the conversation.

Well, it seems her husband hasn't changed his habit of living with Sherlock at all.

In Watson's view, wouldn't the purebloods be better able to plan their interests if the two sides cooperated?

His idea was correct, but not rigorous enough, because Watson's idea was always that of an ordinary person, so the pureblood's perspective was always that of... a wealthy boss, the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Not entirely correct. You've overlooked one condition—magic cannot be monopolized; every wizard has it."

"So the purebloods' motivation is control. Once the outside world communicates with the wizards, the wealth will definitely not belong to them alone. Their way of thinking is stuck before the 18th century; it's the old world landlord mentality."

"Bingo~" Nietzsche clinked glasses with Sherlock.

Once the three Sherlock Holmeses were assembled, everything came to light.

Nothing could stop Sherlock, Nietzsche, and Mycroft; for those dark wizards, it was an honor.

Inspector Lestrade, who was standing nearby, said that he could take charge of the demand for the eavesdropping equipment, and that as long as Nietzsche could try to improve it, he could guarantee the required quantity until Nietzsche succeeded.

But Watson then posed a fatal question.

"Wait, we can't just wait for those landlords with magic to show up on their own. We don't know when the next banquet will be, and even if it's close, we can't guarantee that those people will attend."

Both Holmes turned their gazes toward Nietzsche.

Here, he is the only wizard who has access to those people.

Nietzsche looked at the worried Mary and didn't know how to start... What should he say?

Could it be that he had actually made enemies with those purebloods at school long ago, and they were hoping he would be hit and killed by an out-of-control flying broom as soon as he stepped out of the door, and even planted listening devices near them? Nietzsche slapped his head in frustration.

If I had known, I wouldn't have kicked Draco out of the dorm.

An enemy... Malfoy... wait?

“I know a few wizards who, although pure-blooded, are mortal enemies of those ‘landlords,’ are pro-Muggle, and their fathers work for the Ministry of Magic. Perhaps they are a good candidate!”

In the Weasley family, Ron often talks about the conflict between his father and Malfoy.

Okay, okay, Ronnie, thank you so much and thank you to your two brothers. Your father will surely love this 'Christmas present'.

"I'll call Hermione later; she's the head of the first year in Gryffindor."

Haha, the Malfoy family, huh? They won't go to jail even if they leave fingerprints on the murder wand, right? They always have an alibi, right? No problem, it's time for a little Muggle shock.

“You, suppress the panic; you two are responsible for the murderer; and I, I'm responsible for stabilizing the relationship between the magical world and the government.”

Mycroft's task was no easy one.

He had to uphold the dignity of Great Britain while simultaneously calming the wizards and digging out the murderer from the wizards at the Ministry of Magic, handing the case over to the government, and minimizing the definition of 'terrorist attack'.

If the counterterrorism efforts target the entire Ministry of Magic, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Sigh, this warehouse manager is so humble...

"Regarding the matter at Oxford University, the other party must be a person of great shrewdness, prestige, and power. Handle it carefully," Mycroft warned before leaving. "Knowing the secrets of the Four Orders, he is no ordinary person."

The fact that all the dead were members of the cult is no coincidence.

First, the other party must be someone who has access to the Chief Justice and the Home Secretary, and must be quite familiar with them to know their background.

"Watson, our party is about to begin!"

“No, not ‘we,’ just you.” Watson hugged his fiancée’s arm. “Also, don’t drag Nietzsche into this. He… he can only provide you with information at most.”

Sherlock took a sip of his drink, tilted his head, and closed his eyes.

He heard nothing.

As a civilized man of the late 20th century, he would only respect others... If Nietzsche wanted to participate, he would naturally respect them as well.

(Tomorrow, Eileen will make her grand entrance, lol.jig)

Chapter Fifty-Five That (Woman)

Hermione received a call from Nietzsche on Christmas Eve, but she didn't immediately agree.

Although she knew Ron would agree to Nietzsche's request, Hermione, driven by a sense of worldly morality, didn't think it was a good thing; secretly planting listening devices in someone else's house just sounded...

Hermione lay on the floor, thinking all night but still unable to make up her mind; she was still somewhat hesitant.

Good morning, Mien~

"Good morning~ Dad... Mom... Mom! Could you get me the pudding?"

The next day, Hermione, with her hair still wet and wearing pink star-patterned pajamas, plopped down next to her father, crossing her legs, completely lacking any ladylike manners.

Wendell Granger sipped his Earl Grey tea, enjoying the warmth of the heater and his daughter's company while watching the morning news on television.

"Why don't you use some magic to make the pudding fly into your mouth, you lazybones?" Monica Granger started nagging as she watched her daughter clinging to the sofa like a snotty little bug.

"Students under the age of seventeen are not allowed to use magic outside of school..."

Hermione suddenly thought of Nietzsche. Oh no, he definitely doesn't know the laws of the wizarding world. Hopefully, he didn't break the law by performing magic for his family yesterday, which was Christmas Day.

Nietzsche: Why didn't you say so sooner?

The morning news on TV was about the murder of the US ambassador.

"Not only Stan Dis, but also our Thomas Ross, the Chief Justice, was assassinated not long ago. After consultation with the President, we determined that these were deliberate murders, not accidents."

"Sir! You mean a terrorist attack?" shouted reporters outside the venue, holding up their old cameras.

"Not entirely correct..."

"So what about the safety of the British public? Is there any evidence that the perpetrator won't launch a large-scale attack?"

"The UK and the US will establish a temporary counter-terrorism force! This temporary emergency counter-terrorism force will be under the counter-terrorism command group of the Special Operations Department. After discussions within the Cabinet, their leader will be Inspector Lestrade, who will be temporarily transferred to the position."

However, the official in charge of external affairs did not reveal much, only repeatedly offering advice and warnings.

The scene shifts to a sallow-faced, thin detective with shifty eyes. His black shawl is covered in white snowflakes, making his already short stature appear even more robust in this weather.

But the reporters did not look down on him because of his height.

This is Scotland Yard's top detective, who has solved countless cases and has been a famous detective for a long time.

“Sometimes, you’re quite safe at school, but now it’s really…” Mr. Granger carefully tested the temperature of the black tea with the tip of his tongue, “Hopefully, we won’t have a second mortar incident here.”

He was referring to the attack on the Prime Minister's residence by Northern Irish military mortars two years ago.

Hermione stared blankly at the television program, which seemed to encompass all the absurdities happening in the world. She wondered: if she had rejected Nietzsche's proposal, would an ordinary person have been able to catch the dark wizard?

I'm afraid it will be difficult.