Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Nietzsche counted on his fingers, and every time he mentioned a method that sounded unreliable, Hermione's eyelids twitched.

Grindelwald was not much better, because Hermione's eyes seemed to say, "Is this the prophecy you admire?" Her face darkened little by little, and finally she picked up the walnut in her hand and shut the other person's mouth.

"I mean the real prophecy, not something that Muggles can learn." Grindelwald was confident in this regard.

During the days when he was entrusted to stay at Granger's house, he read a lot of Muggle books.

As for his previous prophecy, he also understood how it should work...but it was too late for him. It was so late that he realized the operation of the "prophecy" when he was almost dying.

Too bad he didn't take advantage of the Muggle Second World War.

"The future that is truly predicted is the inevitable result of countless coincidences. A wise fortuneteller should not just watch, but should grasp those coincidences in his own hands."

Hermione shrugged and released the school owl helplessly.

In any case, the school did not say that students cannot complete the full course selection at once, or note on the course list: a maximum of three to four courses can be selected, which means that the school allows students to complete all the courses.

As for the method, she believed that the professors would always find a way.

Later, a week before school started, the Grangers finally came back. However, when Mr. Granger, who was covered with various shopping bags, saw Nietzsche dozing on the sofa, he felt complicated.

That feeling was a mixture of entanglement, reluctance and confusion. He almost began to consider what to name his grandson.

But when Mrs. Granger walked into the kitchen, she saw something else that surprised her - her daughter was placing a cauldron on the stove to make a potion, the chopping board was full of chopped valerian roots and lavender, and there was a strange old man behind her.

After a brief explanation, they finally got to know the French guest.

"Good morning. If you don't mind, you can have some freshly grilled sausages." After being groomed and changed into clothes in Diagon Alley, Grindelwald looked much tougher.

He was gentle and polite, a complete contrast to his previous impatient demeanor.

Originally, Hermione was worried that Professor Grendel might not get along well with ordinary people. After all, most old wizards are very old-fashioned. But after seeing the professor's attitude of taking a step back, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not bad..." Mrs. Granger tried to ease the embarrassment by eating. "By the way, aren't you French? Why is your accent and food German?"

The atmosphere became hellish again.

"Because I hate Paris," Grindelwald answered quickly, almost blurting it out.

He hates Paris, France, no doubt about it.

Volume 1: Chapter 146: Bustling Diagon Alley

It took a few days for Mr. and Mrs. Granger to get used to having a guest in their home, but there was nothing wrong with it, because the professor was very elegant in his speech and manners, and he would use magic to solve everything perfectly.

And he could also take Hermione and Nietzsche to Diagon Alley to buy new books on their behalf.

But when Hermione came to the Leaky Cauldron again, she found a new regular customer - Harry Potter. He yawned, climbed out of the bed lazily like Nietzsche, and stretched in the sun at the door.

After Harry enjoyed his free breakfast, he could go to the cold drink shop to do his homework under the guidance of Florin Fusco, and get a free box of ice cream in less than half an hour.

Harry had just finished his History of Magic paper when he saw Hermione and Nietzsche walking in front of an old wizard.

"Here I am!" he greeted enthusiastically.

Nietzsche rarely saw the kind of joy on Harry's face. His whole body revealed a yearning for freedom, as if he was a lion that had been untied and ran out of a circus.

He was equally happy as a friend...being in control of oneself is more worth celebrating.

"You are here to buy new books, right? Be careful of those monster books. I was bitten twice when I was packing my bag." Harry looked at Grindelwald curiously, then raised his hand to stroke his hair and cover the scar on his forehead.

However, Grindelwald was not interested in Harry Potter, even though he was called the 'savior'.

He was more curious about the other person's mentality - many people would get lost in those empty titles, especially children like this, who would be more likely to lose themselves.

But for now, it seems pretty good.

"Hehe, I don't think her backpack can hold all those monster books." Nietzsche glanced at the girl's backpack and said with a sly smile, "This time she wants to buy the entire Flourish and Blotts bookstore."

"Oh! By the way..." Harry seemed to have thought of something and took out "Slytherin Says" from his backpack. "The most popular novel in Diagon Alley right now, besides Lockhart's Flying Car, is yours."

He did not envy Nietzsche's fame, but his talent.

Just as Nietzsche and the other two sat down, the head of the shop owner Florin popped out from behind the curtain at the door. He glanced at "Harry's friends" for a few seconds, then shrank back. When he came out again, he had many more boxes in his hands.

"It's free, I won't charge you any money!" He laughed proudly, "That's great, two celebrities like my ice cream."

After he left, Nietzsche nudged Harry with his elbow and whispered, "It won't be long before there are three of us..."

"Eat your ice cream!" Hermione stuffed the spoon into his mouth. "I don't want to be photographed when I go out. It's better to leave this treatment to Harry Potter. He's used to it anyway."

There was Grindelwald between her and Nietzsche, and his appetite was completely drained by their bickering.

As soon as he finished speaking, a "click" sound was heard in the distance.

It was Colin who was always on the front line! He changed to a new camera and captured the intimate little actions between Hermione and Nietzsche... Anyway, in Colin's opinion, it was a "lovers' behavior".

"Creevy!" Hermione went berserk on the spot.

"It's Harry! I don't understand... Did I do something wrong? I'm just getting used to new tools." Colin pretended to be dumbfounded. "My father was very happy to see those moving photos, so he bought me a new camera."

"This is not the outside world. I can let you experience being petrified again!" Hermione tried her best to look fierce.

Maybe it worked, because this guy Colin Creevey looked very sad.

"It's not nice to make fun of other people's painful experiences~" he said with a pout.

"I..." Now it was Hermione's turn to feel embarrassed.

She suddenly felt that what the other party said made sense, and when she was about to apologize calmly, the other party ran away.

While running towards the main road, he shouted to another group of wizards who had their backs to the others, "Lavender! Parvati! Help, Granger is trying to kill me, you must be doing this on purpose! You have to compensate me with a chocolate frog!"

Hermione gritted her teeth. She had no place to vent her anger and shame, so she could only kick Nietzsche under the table.

Later, they met the Weasley family again. The three brothers walked out of the bookstore with their sister. Ginny was more lively than before, and no longer the dazed look she had in her first year.

"Look what this is?" Ron grabbed a wand and raised it above his head, "A new wand! I finally have my own wand!!"

Willow, unicorn tail hair.

But Grindelwald discovered the difference in Nietzsche's wand, but he only kept it in his heart temporarily.

"How did you know we won the 700 Galleon jackpot?" George and Fred came over and immediately started showing off.

"Because no one knows his son better than his father." Nietzsche pushed the two men away. "You are so tanned, you might as well live in Egypt... The news of your winning the lottery is on the front page of the newspaper!"

The Weasley family can be said to be a family of fools with good fortune.

But compared to winning the lottery, George and Fred were more concerned about Nietzsche during their vacation in Egypt. They quietly leaned behind each other and said mysteriously: "Flying cars have become a trend."

As they walked along and entered the bookstore, the most discussed topic they heard was the magic car.

Many wizards began to fantasize about owning one of these cars.

"I heard from my dad that several of his colleagues are secretly studying Muggle things." Ginny whispered.

"That's great! Ahem... I mean, this change is good..." Hermione rejoiced in her heart.

That is to say, wizards can modify Muggle items as long as they are registered and recorded.

There's nothing we can do. It's because the Minister of Magic is useless and can't even catch a dark magic item. The rest of us can't throw the baby out with the bathwater, right?

Hermione looked at the Weasley family's old clothes and new books, and suddenly an idea came to her mind: maybe she could directly win Arthur Weasley to her side and form a community of interests.

"Do you have any idea of ​​making more money?"

What is this word?

Don't you see what George and Fred do in school? In Percy's words, the two of them are simply cursed by the goblins.

"Tell me more!" the three Weasley brothers said in unison.

They were able to buy new books and wands this year thanks to the bonus, but they couldn't win 1000 Galleons every year. If they had that kind of luck, why would they work?

"Let your father serve as a... ahem... technical advisor." Hermione stroked Mercury's wings and said pretentiously, "By the way, how much is the salary?"

"Not much. According to the 1:5 conversion rate, it's only about 1200 gold Galleons per month. You can exchange pounds for gold, and then go to Gringotts to exchange for gold Galleons." Nietzsche finally added, "Of course, this doesn't include bonuses."

This is the economic gap between the wizarding world and the outside world.

Wizards have very little daily expenses. The purchasing power of 700 Galleons is enough for the Weasley family to travel in Egypt for a month, buy new equipment for their children, and still have some money left over to deposit in the bank.

Because most of the wizard's expenses are in various monopoly industries---- cauldrons, books, wands, etc.

More than a thousand Galleons a month...that was money Weasley couldn't even imagine.

The four Weasleys held their heads and fell into fantasy.

Ginny: "I can change into the prettiest witch costume from Madam Malkin's!"

George and Fred: "We could buy a prank dollhouse!"

Ron: "I can get a different pet!"

But Grindelwald noticed that Harry didn't show any emotion, as if he was not interested, or perhaps he was used to it. He just scooped the free ice cream and laughed happily while watching his friend's shocked performance.

This time, Ron couldn't sit still anymore.

He held the pet mouse in his pocket in the palm of his hand, as if bidding it a final farewell.

"Banban, cherish the present life. After we go home and convince dad, we will see each other again~"

To be honest, Nietzsche was not averse to rats. After all, miners in many places would raise rats while working, just to prevent accidents from happening and be reminded by the rats they had raised.

But this one... is just too ugly! It's always the same no matter how many times I see it!

There was a bald spot on his head and one of his fingers was missing, as if he had been abused.

Suddenly, a yellowish-brown shadow passed over the crowd. Ron felt a brief furry sensation on his fingertips. When he looked again, his mouse Banban was gone!

The only sound left in the air was the scream of "squeak".

"Wait! Don't run, we still have at least one last school year together!" Ron howled in despair.

If he had known this earlier, he would not have provoked the mouse.

But George didn't think so. He pushed his brother's shoulder, pointed to the street and said, "It wasn't Banban who ran away, it was the cat! Go chase him, or you won't even be able to see him for the last time!"

Nietzsche just stood up and found that the ginger cat was holding Banban in its mouth, climbing up the pipe to the roof and looking back at him.

It had a gloomy face and a persimmon-shaped face, like a Persian long-haired cat. Its fur was very moist and fluffy. Strangely enough, Nietzsche's first impression of it was... he couldn't put it into words, hehe.

Not sure, he looked.

It was strange. He looked at it again.

"Hermione."

"Ok?"

"Don't you think it looks a lot like you when you're angry?"

Hermione: ? ?

Mercury turned his head to look at the cat, then looked at Hermione who was ruffling its feathers, then lowered his head and hid in the puffed feathers.

It's hard to say.

Volume 1: Chapter 147 Crookshanks

At this critical moment, Grindelwald took action.

Like a humble elder, he drew everyone's attention - they saw the ginger Persian cat sliding its limbs hastily, kicking the roof tiles everywhere, and unable to move.

"Silent and wandless spellcasting, CooooL!" George exclaimed that it was so exciting.

"You still have a lot to learn." The old man was very satisfied with their admiring eyes, and said in a nonsensical way, "It seems that Hogwarts is not paying enough attention to education. It doesn't matter. I will help Albus to teach well..."

Clearly the Persian cat was still on the roof, he grabbed it by the scruff of the neck in the blink of an eye as if he were taking something from a bag.

It's space magic.

It is not Apparition, but the Disapparition Charm, a magic specifically for moving objects. It can briefly control objects within the field of vision. It is more convenient than the Spell of Reapparition and safer for practitioners.

Perhaps the space magic was not pleasant, the cat opened its mouth and started vomiting.

Luckily, Ron’s rat, Scabbers, is back;

But unfortunately, Scabbers fell into the sticky food residue, which made Ron very embarrassed. He could only hold its tail carefully.

"Sorry! Crookshanks, you ran out again!" A witch ran over from the corner of the alley and picked up the weak-legged cat. "How many times have I told you not to eat those mice secretly outside."

"It almost bit my pet to death." Ron took out his new wand and couldn't wait to use magic to clean the stains on Scabbers' body.