Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Honestly, it's better to die than to have your soul and happiness devoured by Dementors.

At least it seems a bit more humanitarian.

With Dumbledore's guarantee and Crouch's explanation, the other wizards had no choice but to cast their votes. In the end, Malfoy paid a huge price to avoid imprisonment, and the Ministry of Magic made concessions to Muggles for the first time.

Starting today, it will be the darkest hour for the purebloods.

Chapter 84 The new semester begins!

On September 1st, Hermione reluctantly headed to the station with her luggage.

She had never wanted to escape school so much, because her house was already overflowing with letters—mostly from classmates living in the wizarding world, all of whom had learned of the news from the Daily Prophet.

The news, of course, is... Malfoy has gone bankrupt!

Just as she suggested, even if the British government couldn't deal with the dark wizards themselves, they could still make the purebloods pay a heavy price.

Quirrell, who had accompanied Nietzsche to King's Cross Station, also applauded.

“A clever plan. Perhaps Miss Granger is well-suited for the position of Minister of Magic.” He pursed his lips and said, feigning seriousness.

“Even if she can’t get a job at the Ministry of Magic, she might still become the Chief Justice,” Nietzsche chuckled. “She’d definitely say, ‘Nietzsche, you’ve violated the rules, I’m confiscating your things!’”

Hermione looked at his grinning face and helplessly covered her face.

The only things that could get Nietzsche to take seriously and feel excited, besides studying, were figuring out ways to go against the Ministry of Magic.

“I don’t understand, how would the Daily Prophet know about this?” Hermione said frantically. “That’s the Wizengamor Tribunal, a place of absolute secrecy. How could they know about the two of us?”

"Anyway, be careful. I can't guarantee your safety right now." Quirrell spread his hands and shrugged.

Hermione felt a pang of sadness at the thought of them going back to school and no longer being able to study one-on-one with the professors.

"If there are any new developments regarding the curse, remember to write to us!" She said with a bitter face, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and headed towards the entrance leading to the platform. She was sure that once she got on the train, she would be surrounded by people.

"Don't worry, I have a new identity now... the Prime Minister and the Queen's magical advisor, you know?" Quirrell said smugly, raising an eyebrow.

Speaking of which, he's recently become interested in making magical items, especially those little Muggle pistols.

Sigh~ Ravenclaw is better suited for research. As for leading others, it's better to leave that to Gryffindor and Slytherin. Quirrell felt as if he were cursed by knowledge.

An endless stream of inspiration!

After a brief chat, the group left, but just as Hermione had expected, she and Nietzsche were immediately surrounded by their friends as soon as they boarded the Hogwarts Train, and the aisle of the carriage was completely blocked.

Some of the Ravenclaws were even waving their newspapers excitedly.

“Your names are written on it!” Anthony Goldstein said. “My Aunt Queenie in America said you stopped the war between wizards and Muggles. I wish I could be like you during my summer vacation.”

He was very envious.

We're all from the same school, so why do other people's summer vacations seem so much more colorful?

"Can we go through first?" Hermione struggled to drag her luggage, trying her best to keep smiling, while also holding the birdcage high to prevent Mercury from being knocked over.

Suddenly, a tall and handsome Hufflepuff senior pushed through the crowd.

“Don’t block the aisle, friends.” He flashed his prefect badge and gestured for the others to step back. “You can ask after you get off the train. Alright… everyone move aside and go back to your own carriages for now.”

Nietzsche met him last year; the man was Cedric Diggory of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

The other person was very popular and soon pulled Nietzsche and Hermione out of the crowd and into a compartment next to the prefects' carriage. Hermione listened to the chattering outside the door and suddenly understood how Harry Potter felt.

“You guys are famous now, you know…” Cedric pulled out a huge pile of snacks, indicating that the two of them didn’t need to be polite.

"How did the Daily Prophet know about this?" Hermione quickly grabbed the newspaper.

“I don’t know, but I learned it from my father, who was also in the courtroom at the time,” Cedric said. “It said that the Ministry of Magic was threatened by Muggles… to hand over wizard criminals to Muggles for processing.”

Nietzsche had his head completely buried in the pile of snacks, and even when Hermione reached out her hand, he just turned his head away.

He had absolutely no desire to read the nonsense in The Daily Prophet.

Cedric, however, had already read it aloud. Although he knew the newspaper's assessment of the two men was inaccurate, he simply found it interesting, as if he were reading biographies of two people with the same name.

"You should take a look at this. Headmaster Dumbledore is standing guard by the side of two young wizards. Perhaps they are the masterminds behind the bankruptcy of the Malfoy family and some pure-bloods... On the education at Hogwarts."

"Lucius Malfoy called this the darkest moment for the wizarding world because Muggles have the audacity to challenge the entire British wizarding community."

"All families and merchants associated with Malfoy will face crises such as the shortage of raw materials for potions and the demolition of their houses. The guests of Gringotts are now impoverished because of Dumbledore's indulgence."

Hermione was dumbfounded.

Who wrote this report? Putting aside how they knew she and Nietzsche were involved, how did they portray the two of them as the third generation of the Dark Lord?

“But don’t worry, actually, many wizards are overjoyed that Malfoy went bankrupt,” Cedric said excitedly. “Mr. Weasley is still investigating the whereabouts of the Dark Magic items.”

Who wants to see those Death Eaters swaggering around?

This time, even Fudge couldn't protect them... but Cedric suddenly looked worried and lowered his voice.

“My friend told me that the Muggles have also confiscated all the Muggle currency and assets that Malfoy was involved in, so we all think that these statements are deliberately paid to slander him,” he assured confidently.

The Hufflepuff prefect, who was quite outgoing, told the two not to worry about their reputation at school, because no one would believe nonsense like "the mastermind."

Besides, even in the darkest hour, what does it have to do with ordinary wizards?

Just then, a car suddenly flew past the train window, and Nietzsche heard many people exclaim in surprise.

He saw Harry excitedly hugging the birdcage, sitting in the sun-drenched car and waving at him. Then the engine roared and emitted a lot of steam, and the car immediately rose up.

“A flying car…” Nietzsche’s eyes were filled with envy.

“Be careful not to get targeted by the Ministry of Magic,” Hermione warned, tapping him on the head.

"So what if they're eyeing it? This is the future!" The boy gestured with his hands, unable to hide his excitement. "Hemien, this is a truly groundbreaking product, enough to usher in the interstellar age!"

If...if the two trains were suspended in the air, without the need for a large amount of financial and material resources to clear the mountains, how would the Ministry of Magic cope?

“You’re right, but the Secrecy Act forbids wizards from collaborating with Muggles,” Hermione said, immediately pouring cold water on the idea.

Cedric listened, somewhat stunned. Although he didn't understand Nietzsche's words about 'interstellar orbit' or 'flying out of Earth,' they sounded very impressive, especially since wizards could only observe the heavens through telescopes.

Perhaps this is the difference between people...

“The laws of wizards are only for maintaining order. Once they can no longer be kept secret, the laws of secrecy will become invalid.” Nietzsche smiled slyly, like an old fox.

Hermione, however, did not quite agree.

If the cost of breaking the Secret Service Law is countless lives, is it still necessary?

So she chose to remain silent, hoping only that this year would be peaceful.

Chapter 85 The Awkward Draco

(I'm taking a break today, so this chapter is only 4000 words QwQ)

Perhaps it was Professor Moriarty's praise of Nietzsche that made Hermione a little worried:

Did they go a little too far?

But a dangerous thought only flashed through Hermione's mind for a moment, and then she laughed self-deprecatingly... How could that be? No matter how cunning and treacherous Nietzsche was, he was dealing with bad people and had his own set of morals.

Besides, wasn't she looking at the other person?

Nietzsche hadn't yet learned about 'Leech', so he naturally didn't know what kind of storm was brewing in Hermione's mind. He simply spread out the newspaper, covered his face, and leaned slightly with the vibrations of the train.

So, his head accidentally rested on Hermione's shoulder.

“Between you two…” Cedric’s eyes widened, and he smiled maliciously.

As he spoke, he tapped his two thumbs together.

"It's not what you think!" Hermione said in a low voice, immediately rejecting the idea.

"What? I haven't said anything yet~" he said, "Although students aren't allowed to date, as long as you don't get caught by the professor... Everyone has someone they like, can you honestly say you don't like him, huh?"

Cedric seems to know a lot about this.

Now Nietzsche was actually asleep, as he hadn't changed position for two hours, which prompted Hermione's thoughts to be stirred up by his words.

She...likes...Nietzsche?

Aha, how could that be!

"That's great. I wish my future girlfriend could do the same thing as me," Cedric sighed, resting his face on the table in boredom.

Hermione clenched her fists.

After all that, it turns out he's a theoretical master with zero practical experience.

But she also had to consider—was she doing these things for Nietzsche's sake, or was she herself actually interested in those adventures...?

"Quidditch?" Hermione pursed her lips and guessed.

You can't judge a book by its cover. She thought the Hufflepuff senior who pulled the two of them out of the crowd was an honest person, but she didn't expect him to be a guy with a very rich inner world, and not honest at all.

“Yes, preferably a Quidditch player!” Cedric looked at Nietzsche with envy in his eyes.

Just by reading the descriptions in the Daily Prophet, he could guess how 'exciting' Hermione and Nietzsche's summer vacation was. Who wouldn't want a girl who could go crazy with them... not to mention that the two of them had become famous together.

Although the fame isn't great, it's still fame, right?

When they arrived at the station, Nietzsche was woken up by Hermione beside him. Then, under Cedric's strange gaze, he casually pulled a stack of handkerchiefs from the girl's pocket and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"That's mine!" Hermione wanted nothing more than to bite his arm.

"Cleaned up."

Nietzsche returned the handkerchief, then eagerly leaned against the open window, watching Hagrid appear in the crowd just as he had the previous year, carrying a lantern that would never go out, and urging his students to follow him.

However, Cedric was more perceptive and he saw through Nietzsche and Hermione's thoughts.

“Only first-year students need to take the boat; we take the horse-drawn carriage.” He pointed to the path beside the platform.

But Nietzsche saw that in front of those carriages with lanterns hanging on them, there was nothing driving them, and the two reins in front of them floated in the air, as if being pulled by some unseen animal.

After he saw several students walk up, he said, "To the castle," and the carriage was pulled away.

"Is it an invisible beast?" Hermione asked curiously as she stepped forward to examine it, her palm feeling a strange sensation.

It's like touching a horse that's been starving for ten days... The fur is rough, but if you gently stroke it with your palm, you can feel the uneven bones close to the skin.