Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I need to deal with the press conference with Howard this afternoon." Nietzsche always went out in the afternoon. "If we are lucky, we will get orders from the military after the first batch of finished products comes out."

Especially those people in the British Admiralty, they seemed to be no longer satisfied with just sailing on the sea.

"Will you come back for dinner tonight?" The brown ball crawled out from a pile of brown paper filled with notes.

Riddle was teasing Mercury to kill time. Listening to their conversation, a sly smile appeared on his face - how could these two Mudbloods talk like husband and wife?

"I will." Nietzsche noticed the smirk as soon as he stepped out, so he warned, "Behave yourself at home. I haven't even started to settle the account from last time."

Riddle's defense was broken.

He spat at nonexistent saliva and shouted angrily: "What do you take me for?"

But he regretted it as soon as he finished yelling.

Grindelwald glanced at him sideways - he looked like their son, even though he didn't know anything.

Fortunately, neither Hermione nor Nietzsche paid attention to his arrogant attitude...

The two of them just looked at each other quickly, then turned their heads and went about their own business, especially Hermione. She realized belatedly that the conversation between her and Nietzsche seemed to have also happened to her parents.

Grindelwald glanced at the two of them, somewhat nostalgic for the past...

Volume 1: Chapter 144: The Wizarding World Today

Grindelwald had seen enough of cars and streets.

Not long after Nietzsche left the house, the old man pestered Hermione and insisted on going to see Diagon Alley.

"I'm a German wizard from France. Can't I take a look at your wizarding world?" he said confidently. "Come on, come on. Since your wand is made of grapevine wood, you can't just work in isolation!"

These days, he teaches in the morning and travels around in the afternoon.

I didn't feel tired at all and had traveled all over London in just a few days. Apart from the novelty of the trip, I took the subway and the bus a few times and used Apparition to get around most of the time.

The helpless Queen of Gryffindor could only temporarily serve as a diplomat.

In this not-so-sunny England, Diagon Alley welcomed two "special" guests - the first generation Dark Lord and the incomplete second generation Dark Lord.

Sometimes Riddle wished he could tell her who 'Grendel' really was, just to see the look on her face.

"A glass of butterbeer...Little Aibo! Keep giving me more!" The Leaky Cauldron was packed with wizards, who were arm in arm and swinging their beer glasses.

The yellow foam settled on the table first, followed by the overflowing beer and whiskey.

This place is completely different from when I first came here in my first year. You know, most of the people sitting here are old ladies sipping sherry, but now it is full of young people and middle-aged wizards.

"There are a few guests on the second floor who need dinner. Please help me deliver it!" shouted the bartender Tom.

Hannah was wandering between the bar and the tables, slipping on the floor her mother had just mopped, causing the glasses to fall out of control.

But she didn't hear the crisp sound of glass breaking.

It's Hermione! She's coming over with her wand raised!

"Thank you." Hannah wiped the sweat off her face and said gratefully, "It's been so busy here lately."

"Looks like a surprise?"

Hermione watched her busying around and felt happy for the Abbott family's good harvest from the bottom of her heart.

"It used to be much easier than this. I don't know why, but I heard that many wizards found new jobs, so our place became a must-stop for them." Hannah waved her wand again and sent the cups to her father.

Of course.

After all, the wizards had found new jobs, in Westminster, very close to the Leaky Cauldron.

The Leaky Cauldron was the closest inn to the wizarding world, so it naturally became a gathering place for these wizards. Hermione thought that she had gained some benefits for her friends.

"I heard from father that the number of people coming here is almost as many as that of Madam Puddifoot's Tea House in Hogsmeade Village."

This was not the first time Hermione had heard of this wizarding village.

Back when we were in school, we always heard George and Fred say that there were many secret passages leading to them in the school, so their small business would always have endless prank props to sell.

"They work for Muggles?" Grindelwald looked back at the busy street.

"I heard that some wizards sold the Muggle house." Hannah looked at the old wizard strangely, "Well, I still have to go and help... There are no vacant rooms here recently, they are all booked!"

What is the golden area?

Being located at the junction of Muggles and wizards is a natural geographical advantage.

Unfortunately, the only people who come here are the wizards from Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, and the parents who occasionally send their little wizards.

However, the place where wizards work is actually very common, and Hannah didn't think of Hermione as the cause. After all, isn't St. Mungo's Hospital also in a Muggle department store...

She knew Granger was great, but he wasn't good enough to start a company.

Hermione rudely dragged Grindelwald inside. After knocking open the bricks, she looked at the slowly cracking stone door and said, "It seems that the confidentiality work is pretty good."

This statement is almost a showdown.

Good God, Grindelwald didn't expect that she had such an idea.

"What if the Ministry of Magic finds out?" Grindelwald walked down the cobblestone street.

"Correction, they are working for me and Nietzsche, not ordinary people." Hermione smiled from ear to ear, "So we did not break the Statute of Secrecy. After all, wizards do not have direct contact with the outside world."

A little clever, but very effective.

Grindelwald began to admire Hermione's meticulous mind in his heart.

Soon they could not move forward because the road ahead was crowded with a group of wizard reporters holding cameras and countless magic quills writing and drawing on notebooks. Grindelwald became impatient as he was blocked.

"Excuse me..."

Just as he was about to move forward, the crowd suddenly moved back, causing him to stagger several steps.

"Don't block the road, go back... go back!" A person in pink clothes squeezed out of the crowd and shouted, "We will investigate Blake's escape to the end, please stay calm!"

"Did Lucius Malfoy assist in this?" a reporter asked.

"No, of course not." Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced a smile at the camera.

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because...because..."

Fudge looked troubled and reluctant to speak.

But the toad Umbridge said in a shrill voice: "Mr. Malfoy is not in the same guard area as him! How could this matter be related to him?"

They all ran towards the Leaky Cauldron, leaving Hermione alone in deep thought.

Grindelwald casually took the notebook of one of the reporters, which contained a report on the "Sirius Black prison escape".

But Hermione's attention was on Lucius Malfoy.

"Isn't it the same floor?" She looked at the backs of the group of people. "It seems that Malfoy spent a lot of money on this matter."

The explanation given to the public was that they were sent to Azkaban, which was done, but the area where they were placed was not where the Death Eaters were kept, but the outermost area of ​​Azkaban, where they were imprisoned with ordinary dark wizards and thieves.

She looked at the draft above, which also contained Blake's deeds.

"A spell was used to blow up an entire Muggle street, resulting in thirteen deaths, more than twenty injuries, and one missing." Grindelwald read slowly, "It seems that the wizarding world is not peaceful nowadays."

The two of them turned into Florin's Ice Cream Shop, and the old man and the young boy, holding their respective boxes, sat outside and started eating ice cream.

Grindelwald felt a little emotional. He had to admit that the wizards were backward. At the same time, he admired the vision of Nietzsche and Hermione. The successive wars not only did not make them reflect, but made them more conservative.

Hermione turned her head and looked at the profile of Professor Grendel. She could feel a sense of loneliness.

That kind of loneliness is not loneliness, but...

It's like seeing through the future and seeing the powerlessness of the final outcome of things. No matter what you do, you can't change it. You can only know the pain of the truth that others don't know.

"I really don't want to 'retire'~" Grindelwald looked at the ice cream in the box and sighed deeply.

retire?

Hermione couldn't help but think of Professor Binns, who never retired.

"If you don't want to retire, you might as well become a ghost for a while." Hermione spread her legs, squinted her eyes, and enjoyed the sour and sweet taste of strawberries like a cat.

Volume 1: Chapter 145 Only Children Make Choices

Before the start of each new semester, the school sends out documents about new books.

But this year is different, because the third-year students will face elective courses, and along with the textbooks comes a list of elective courses. And a...Hogsmeade village permission form?

Sherlock, wearing a bathrobe and carrying a bottle of whiskey, walked over. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a ball of fire burst out of his throat.

"Hiccup~ Fire Dragon... Whiskey..." He squinted his eyes and fell half dead on the sofa, "I like this specialty. The flame feels warm in my throat. Maybe I should ask Quirinus to buy more next time."

"You almost burned my course selection list!" Nietzsche moved the table further away.

But Sherlock didn't look like he had done anything wrong.

Tsk! You know, Nietzsche hasn't been back for two weeks! !

"Yes, yes, yes. It's hard to imagine that someone in the Holmes family doesn't want to die alone." Sherlock said drunkenly, "I'm your father, so I still have to remind you - be careful not to be kicked out by Mr. Granger."

Nietzsche's face suddenly turned red.

"I was taking care of her!" He threw the permission form that required a guardian's signature in her face.

"Interesting, John said the same thing when Mary had a cold, and now they're engaged... Let me see, ahaha, wizard summer camp." Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said unscrupulously.

After writing his gorgeous signature on the permission form, Nietzsche continued to look at the third-grade course list.

In addition to the compulsory courses, the other six elective courses are: Protection of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runic Literature, Divination, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, and Alchemy.

There is no need to think too much about this. Alchemy is definitely required, and the next one is Muggle Studies.

The former was because of work; the latter was because he wanted to know how wizards viewed Muggles. Only by knowing where wizards went wrong could he make corresponding corrections.

As for divination...

"Who would choose this?" Nietzsche frowned and said with disgust.

"Can wizards' divination predict the future?" Sherlock suddenly became interested.

"No, it's 'prophecy', not 'foreknowledge'."

Sherlock immediately drank a sip of wine, grabbed an apple from the table and started to eat it. He suddenly felt that the fortune teller had become boring. He looked at Nietzsche and almost at the same time stated the reason for his contempt:

“A self-fulfilling prophecy that makes expectations come true.”

The psychology of robert merton.

Selective screening can cause expectations to self-fulfill in another way, because people will unconsciously shape their behavior in order to meet the expectations in their minds.

For example, in the same class, everyone saw a tall person beating a short person. The others did not think about why, but only predicted in their minds that the tall person was a bad person because of the violence, and thus excluded and distrusted him.

Then in bad circumstances the tall guy does become a bad guy, and then people say: 'See! We knew he was a bad guy.'

So the prophecy came true.

"Then I'd better choose ancient runes." Nietzsche circled three elective courses with red ink and put the reply letter into the school owl mail bag.

He was wondering what Hermione would choose.

Maybe it will be the same as myself?

But no matter what, I probably won't choose the divination class...right?

Nietzsche really couldn't imagine that Hermione, who maintained her rationality through restraint, would hold a crystal ball all day, muttering like a gypsy, with a few cow bones tied in her curly hair. It was really a huge contrast.

But in fact, Hermione really chose... to be precise, she chose all of them, including Divination.

Nietzsche looked at the full elective list and said in disbelief, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​including Divination and Care of Magical Creatures?"

"It's me." Grindelwald said, "I think it's necessary to know more about magical animals. Many wizards will use the power of animals when their magic is not up to standard."

He really didn't want to think about the past because the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

So I can only act like someone who has been through it.

"What about divination?" Nietzsche looked at the girl and blinked. "I don't think you are the kind of person who would spend time smearing incense all over yourself and looking at a crystal ball while drinking tea."

But this made Grindelwald even more upset, and he angrily said: "Who told the prophecy to do that?!"

"It's mentioned in 'Seeing the Future Through the Mist' that there are also tea leaf divination and cow bone divination methods..."