Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

What Nietzsche wanted was the connection they had with the outside world.

"Ahem...what he meant was that this would stimulate those people's emotions and serve as a motivator." Hermione cleared her throat and quickly helped to smooth things over.

Seeing that Nietzsche didn't respond, he bumped into him impatiently.

"Oh, yes, that's right. It can be completed within a year anyway." He said hesitantly.

"Whatever, as long as it works, it's fine." Howard acted like a hands-off boss. "Anyway, we'll split the profits 50-50. It's up to you how much you want to earn."

He seemed to have given up struggling.

"You're just not going to do anything about it?!" Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"Hey, my main business is selling arms." Howard said dissatisfiedly, "And I have signed a confidentiality agreement. No matter what, I will not lose money. At most, I will not make any profit... This amount of money is not even enough for me to have a party."

The girl looked at him lazily, as if she remembered something irritating, and stepped lightly on Nietzsche with the heel of her boot.

All so irresponsible!

Volume 1: Chapter 139 Guests from France

It is a hot afternoon.

Hermione dragged her tired body and came downstairs after getting out of bed at noon. When she was taking the iced soda from the refrigerator, she saw a note on the table.

Looking at the message above, the tingling sensation of bubbles blooming on the tip of her tongue made her fall into deep thought...

It said: 'Hermien, we are going to France for a few days' vacation. We originally planned to tell you, but we found that you are always leaving early and coming back late during the summer vacation and are very busy, so we helped you refund the ticket:)'

Hermione couldn't help but ask herself - is she really her biological daughter?

"Paris, France... If you don't want me to be a third wheel, just say so~" Hermione walked barefoot on the floor, sat lazily on the sofa, put the cold bottle on her forehead, looked at the chandelier above her head and began to talk to herself.

But she immediately thought of something more important: Will there be another little Granger?

Um...

After all, Hermione's future didn't need them to worry about. She wouldn't starve to death no matter how hard she worked, nor was she an ordinary civil servant who worked herself to death. The Grangers weren't the kind of people who could spend money in their spare time.

So judging by the changes in her parents today, it is very likely that she will.

"Long live!"

RQ /

She is the only one at home!!

Hermione first inspected the entire house, and after confirming that her parents were really out traveling, she immediately let herself go.

She first ruthlessly trampled on her mother's ladylike demands, then unbuttoned her clothes without any scruples, exposing her collarbone, then lay on the sofa with disheveled hair and turned up the TV volume to the maximum.

Happy hour is about to begin~

When I was hungry, I went out to find food. When I was thirsty, I drank cold drinks from the refrigerator. When I didn’t want to watch TV, I sat on the swing in the back garden with a book in my hand...

No classes, no dealing with people... Arthur is on top, Merlin is at the bottom.

Perhaps because of her last name Sherlock Holmes, her imaginary little vacation was ruthlessly broken in the afternoon - the headmaster Dumbledore, whom she admired, suddenly appeared outside the back door of the yard.

Behind him followed a white-haired old man, obviously Gellert.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Excuse me, Miss Granger, I want to entrust you with a favor." The headmaster held Riddle's diary in one hand and grabbed the gate with the other hand. "This is an old friend of mine in France."

Gellert looked at the girl in front of him with confusion, using his one yellow and one blue eyes.

"Grendel~" He gave himself a pseudonym by spelling the surname 'Grindelwald' in Old German.

But this made Hermione look even more strange. She understood the reason, but why did Dumbledore's French friend have such a strong German accent?

The atmosphere suddenly became hellish.

"You're not thinking..." Hermione didn't open the door immediately. She stood up and talked to them through the fence.

This is her last bit of stubbornness.

"Grendel doesn't like the reception at the Ministry of Magic, so I was thinking if I could let you entertain him... Actually, I thought of Harry Potter at first, but their family doesn't welcome people like me." Dumbledore acted very apologetically.

This is a lie~

In fact, not even Gellert Grindelwald could figure out what Albus was up to.

Although he was indeed interested in Nietzsche, this had nothing to do with Hermione Granger in front of him... Wait, could this be the student that Dumbledore truly favors and trusts?

'Goodbye, my little vacation alone...' Hermione said goodbye sadly in her heart.

Perhaps seeing the other party's difficulty and reluctance, Dumbledore added: "This is one of your Defense Against the Dark Arts professors this year. Perhaps you can...ahem...prepare for it in advance."

Gellert was kicked and nodded in agreement.

Well, that certainly gave Hermione a lot to be interested in, and it sounded like there was more than one Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.

"One?" She finally opened the back door of the yard.

"Yes, in order to prevent similar incidents from happening again in the school and to ensure the safety of Hogwarts, I have decided to hire another professor assistant. Okay, I will go to the school to announce it..."

Dumbledore handed the diary to Gellert and gave him a warning look.

Without waiting for Hermione to continue speaking, the headmaster turned around and disappeared out of thin air, leaving Gellert Grindelwald and Hermione looking at each other.

Wait a minute! Principal, since you are a professor, why can't the school entertain you? !

"Miss Granger, can I come in and sit for a while?" Gellert couldn't keep silent, so he was the first to break the silence between the two. "Are you sure you want a 110-year-old man to stand here and stare blankly with you?"

Hermione stepped out of the way, bewildered.

As Gellert walked in, he looked around curiously. In his impression, Muggles at that time were crowded in small and shabby apartments, instead of having large residential areas like they do now.

The streets were not so clean either, most of them were cobblestone roads full of oil and sewage, and no one cleaned them, so the heavy rain in England would just wash everything away.

He was in a trance for a moment - he didn't expect that the Muggles could maintain relative peace under such powerful weapons.

"Um...Mr. Grendel, you..."

Gellert turned his head and looked at her, his sharp eyes made Hermione's heart tremble.

This person is not someone you can easily mess with.

"How are your grades in school?" He took the words into his own hands, patted his clothes and then sat down on the soft sofa.

Feeling the comfort and cool breeze around him, Grindelwald felt relaxed... This feeling was something he had not experienced in a long time. Even after he "retired", he was still alone in the castle.

Even when eating, it is enough to just make sure you don’t starve to death.

Speaking of grades, Hermione couldn't help but feel proud: "It's just average, just first in my grade."

"Well...it's ordinary indeed." Grindelwald said coldly, "I thought you would be unique as Albus's favorite student."

For the first time, Hermione didn't want to respect the elderly. What did "really average" mean?

She was just being modest, why did this person take it seriously... Wait, he said he was Headmaster Dumbledore's favorite student?

So that's why Dumbledore entrusted his 100-year-old friend to her because he trusted her. Otherwise, why didn't he go to Nietzsche? When Hermione thought of this, she found another thing to show off to Nietzsche.

But as she looked at the skinny old man, she began to worry again: she was really not good at dealing with such a wizard with a strange personality.

One Nietzsche was enough for her.

"Ahem... If you're thirsty, you can get some water in the kitchen. If you're bored... this is the remote control, you can turn on the TV." Hermione didn't intend to take care of the mess, so she just lay down on the sofa.

"I know these Muggle things," Grindelwald said impatiently. "Is that all?"

"So what do you want? If you want to go to the bar, I won't stop you..."

"I mean you! You little wizard...can't you learn something during the summer vacation?" Gellert was disappointed with his old friend's look.

Alas~ Every student who is noticed by Dumbledore is always obsessed with something other than magic.

The previous one was Fantastic Beasts, and now this is a thing invented by Muggles, and Riddle, the only one who pays attention to magic, is a madman obsessed with immortality... Thinking of this, Gellert began to shake his head and sigh.

Wizards are getting worse and worse.

"I'm a minor. Do you want me to be expelled from the British Ministry of Magic?" Hermione was lying on the sofa with one of her white legs hanging beside the sofa, her toes hooked on her slippers and dangling in the air.

Maybe the laws in different countries are different.

But Grindelwald did not give up. He tried his best to find out what was so special about this little Muggle wizard that deserved Dumbledore's attention.

Grindelwald continued, "In fact... you can use wandless spellcasting to exploit loopholes."

"I'm only in my third year this year." Hermione said, covering her face.

"You can't even cast wandless spells?" He tutted. "Well, how about blocking the trace with an anti-tracking spell?"

Hermione shook her head blankly.

This made Grindelwald's defenses fall. He knew nothing and had not adopted any magical creatures. Could it be that Dumbledore did this just because she was a good student of Gryffindor?

He poked the diary with his skinny index finger, leaving deep scratches on the cover with his nails.

No, he didn't believe that Hermione Granger was just an ordinary little lion!

------ (The setting of the fox's traces in this book)

Rowling has never provided complete information about Trace.

Although from the second Chamber of Secrets, we can determine that the trace magic is acting on the wizard himself through "Dobby used magic, which was mistakenly believed by the Ministry of Magic to be Harry Potter's violation."

But... Rowling has changed her book again!!

When Arthur Weasley and his family visited later, magic was used several times. Logically, Harry should have received a warning, after all, Arthur Weasley blew up the Dursley's fireplace and then repaired it.

So this can be considered as the fox's second creation - the magic wand is the bridge between underage wizards and Trace.

The connection is only established when the wand containing the trace thread is next to the wizard (which also brings back the plot of using Quirrell's wand).

Therefore, the book sets up that in addition to the legal loopholes that can be exploited by casting spells without a wand, wizards will not expose themselves when they leave the wand with the trace thread at home and then use another wand elsewhere.

(Tsk...anyway, every HP fan fiction has a different setting for the trace thread)

Volume 1: Chapter 140 Then Gellert wanted to see her clearly

Gellert's life pattern is completely different from Nietzsche's.

As soon as the summer sky brightened, Hermione could see Grendel sitting alone in the dining room, eating buttered fried bread and flipping through the history books (all Muggle world history) taken out from the study.

You have to know that at this time, Nietzsche was usually still sleeping soundly with his pillow in his arms.

He also pointed to the plate across from him after hearing the girl's footsteps on the stairs.

Hermione looked at the blanket on the sofa, then at the breakfast on her plate. For a moment she didn't know who was taking care of whom.

"Don't look down on my cooking skills. After all, I haven't been in the kitchen for a long time." Grindelwald licked his lips. "Also, to express my gratitude, I will start to help you 'preview' this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts."

There was no way Hermione could refuse this wonderful suggestion.

If she wants to maintain the title of 'No.1 in the grade' for a long time, she must work harder than Nietzsche.

The girl thought about her recent stable days and nodded mechanically.

"Professor Grendel, did you graduate from a magic school in Germany?" Hermione took a small bite and found that the bread was very crisp, not burnt or soft, so she opened the refrigerator and scooped a large spoonful of ice cream on it.

What? No cold food allowed in the morning?

Hermione completely ignored her mother's words and enjoyed her ice cream sandwich.

"I started at Durmstrang, then I dropped out of school early, traveled to England, made friends with Albus, and then studied the dark arts in France." Grindelwald simply summarized his life.

"Drop out of school?" Hermione was sensitive to the word.

You should know that Durmstrang is a recognized school of dark magic.

"Germany was very conservative at the time. Because of the Muggle World War I, people were more sensitive about bloodline issues. I didn't like that kind of environment very much, so because of some... you know, I used the dark magic I invented to teach a few people a lesson."

This is the question he has been thinking about for many years:

Wizards and Muggles cannot be completely separated, and both sides will be affected by each other's problems.

Although Grindelwald had been isolated from the world for so many years, it did not affect his eloquence at all. Soon, he described himself as a victim of the environment. Empathy made Hermione feel some sympathy.

But this sympathy disappeared because of the following 'preview'.

Grindelwald placed the diary containing Riddle on the table in the living room and moved all the objects around it away.