Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

This statement hit the mark for Nietzsche, but he showed no joy or surprise.

"I'll think about it." He gave Hermione a nonchalant expression.

Sirius Black covered his ears. To be honest, if possible, he would rather not hear anything.

This woman is so terrible!

"What did she say?" Hermione looked at her warily.

"It's nothing... Just don't be as crazy as her." Nietzsche made a face, signaling her to be at ease, "Don't you understand? Don't worry, I still have a bottom line."

Moriarty did it, it's none of his business.

Volume 1: Chapter 182: Christmas Gift from the Weasleys

On Christmas Eve, Arthur Weasley was touching the purse in his pocket. He had been looking sad since he came out of the Ministry of Magic.

Christmas is approaching and the salary has been paid, but it is too difficult to support the family with such a meager salary, not to mention that Molly quit her job and became a full-time housewife at home after the birth of her child.

Outside a small village in Devon, England, he used magic to create a barrier and walked alone in the light snow.

They didn't stop until they came to a crooked house about six stories high. There was a sign at the entrance of the small courtyard that read: "Humble Dwelling".

"Are the children coming back?" Arthur saw the figures in the chicken coop and walked over quickly.

"Bill and Charlie are still working outside, but Ron said that he and Ginny plan to accompany Harry at school." Molly paused when she heard the sudden footsteps.

"It looks like we'll be the only ones at home this Christmas~"

Arthur hugged his wife from behind with his arms, not worrying that the clucking of chickens around would break the atmosphere.

"Clean up your car first!" Molly rolled her eyes and continued throwing grain into the chicken coop. "Also, you were too polite to the goblins, so you're responsible for cleaning them..."

“Here is this month’s salary.”

Molly Weasley weighed her purse and sighed as well.

And the Galleons were good enough. Based on what happened before, the Fudge faction in the Ministry of Magic ostracized her husband and almost made him lose his job - because he worked in the Department of Muggle Artifacts and made unregistered magical equipment.

Between the eavesdropping incident and last year's magic car, if it weren't for Dumbledore, Arthur would probably have been dead.

"Have you ever thought of anything else, dear?"

"What? Haven't I been expelled from the Ministry of Magic yet?" Arthur's briefcase slipped from his hands, and he hastily picked it up from the ground. "Don't worry, at least Ginny can still graduate."

"If I were you, I would spit in their faces," Molly said angrily.

But the Weasley family is well-known for being nice people, especially Arthur. Even when he was ostracized, he still smiled and laughed with others in the office.

Arthur threw the briefcase away, and it grew a pair of legs, crossed the slightly white courtyard, and ran into the house.

He watched his wife walk with a swaying gait, swaying slightly as she fed the chickens, and began to sway along with her: "Mo Li, little trembling, didn't you date me at four in the morning because you thought I was a good person?"

The other person's face suddenly turned red and he was very shy, and he threw the grain more and more vigorously.

Whenever Arthur was a little angry, he would use this nickname to tease her, which was especially effective when combined with the experience of being almost caught by the former administrator Apollyon Pringle when he was young.

"I never complained, but...George and Fred wrote a letter..."

"What did they say again?"

"About your magic car." Molly turned around and stammered, "Recently, there are many wizards working in a factory in Diagon Alley. They say you are very suitable to lead those people there..."

In Hermione's words, it means to be a leader and lead those wizard workers.

When he heard about the magic car, Arthur's eyes suddenly lit up, but they died down the next second because he knew Molly would not allow him to do these things. Doing something unknown behind his wife's back was already the limit.

He felt that he should not continue to challenge the other party's limits.

The two of them, who had neither received nor been able to give an answer for a moment, cleaned up the garage together before entering the house.

The furniture was crammed together in a mess. In the living room there were several comfortable sofas and a large wooden radio. Near the kitchen there was a large fireplace with a jar full of Floo powder on it.

"But you said..." Arthur put his thumbs together, "You never approved of me messing with Muggle things."

Molly poured herself a glass of warm wine from the kitchen, and while the children were away, she turned on the wooden radio and tuned to the music program of the Weird Sisters.

"That's because of your job and the laws of the wizarding world... Do you think I really believe that the little gadgets sent by the Muggle postman are just for collection?" Molly sat next to him, "Come on, I'm the one cleaning the garage every day."

Her hand on the back of her husband's hand and her gentle tone slowly soothed Arthur's nervousness.

Because she was Weasley's wife, she was happy for her husband to enjoy his hobbies, even if some of them could not be made public and were unconventional in the wizarding world.

And from George and Fred, you can see the naughty nature of Arthur...

"I support you because I love you. If you don't like sitting in an office and looking at documents day after day, I will also support you."

"No, it's just a little...sudden." Arthur stuttered.

In fact, he never thought that he could be a leader. In the Muggle Artifacts Department of the Ministry of Magic, there were only two people including himself, who had worked in the Ministry for decades, let alone the director.

Arthur panicked and choked on his drink until tears came out.

"Did George and Fred say anything else?"

"There's also a bunch of phone numbers... Muggle phone numbers. Those Muggle coins you collected are useful now." Molly thought for a moment and continued, "I heard that someone has taken a fancy to your magic car and asked you to apply for a... patent?"

What it is?

Perhaps it is another word invented by Muggles.

"Magic car? Patent!" Arthur's breathing gradually became heavier. "That's the proof that Muggles use to distinguish exclusive rights, but... but how can wizards make these things?"

His work experience told him that a wizard must have dumped this kind of car on the Muggle market.

Is it illegal?

If it was before the Muggle Protection Act became invalid, it would indeed be illegal, but since the Protection Act became invalid because of the Chamber of Secrets and Ginny, this law is only used to distinguish between magical equipment and dark magic items.

Just stepped on the line of Ministry of Magic law, just like he did in the beginning.

"You...you?"

"I'm fine with it. George and Fred have confirmed that there is no problem. For you, it's just telling other wizards how to make a qualified magic flying car." Molly smiled brightly.

She hadn't seen her husband like this for a long time. It was as if he had returned home in despair and found out that he had won the gold Galleon prize from the Daily Prophet.

But this news is bigger than the Gold Galleon Award.

Just think about it, with one month's salary, Arthur could take his whole family on a vacation to Egypt...

"I don't know." He rushed into the room and came out again with a piggy jar in his arms. "Today is not April Fools' Day, right? You are definitely making fun of me... Yes, you just want to make fun of my collection."

Like a child showing off a favorite toy, he shook the jar vigorously in front of his wife, causing a series of clinking sounds.

There were all kinds of Muggle change in there, some of which was exchanged by Nat at Gringotts, and some of which was left over from buying things in Muggle shops, but their future destination might be a new place: the telephone booth.

"I'm not lying to you, this is true! You lucky guy!" Molly laughed out loud at his amusement.

"So, I don't have to worry about being fired at any time?!"

"Maybe you can fire others later."

"No! I won't fire anyone casually!" Arthur pinched his nose and said in Fudge's tone, "Hey, Arthur, you know the recent public opinion. I have to let you and Lucius stay out of the limelight together."

Screw him, he did nothing wrong!

Molly coaxed, "Yes, yes, of course you won't, because you are a qualified leader."

"Should I buy some books to read, such as "How to Get Power"... Wait, I remember Percy has a copy, I'll look for it in his room later..."

Seeing how excited he was, Molly had to stand up and hold him down.

"Okay, I'll make dinner later. Go to bed early tonight. Make a phone call tomorrow and tell Mr. Howard that you were introduced by Lockhart and Quirrell. Then we'll go to London together to look around."

"Okay... I'll go get the candles then."

"Candle?"

Arthur kissed his wife hard.

"Candlelight dinner, the most popular romantic way for Muggles."

Volume 1: Chapter 183: Don’t keep a book for too long!

(Regarding the Dementors incident, the original book was about Sirius using Animagus to sneak to the Quidditch field and sit on the highest platform to watch Harry's game, not because the happiness of the crowd attracted the Dementors.

So Fox transferred the Dementors plot of the original novel to another place... hehe)

(Also, don’t worry about me cutting books! Foxes will never, ever cut books!!)

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The last semester is coming to an end, which also means Christmas is approaching.

In order to make teaching more interesting, Professor Flitwick equipped the classroom with new colored lights in advance - once students approach, they will turn into fairies with flapping wings.

But this was not good news for Nietzsche, because he always held Crookshanks in his arms during class (to warm his hands), so his cat would always suddenly run towards the colorful lights in the middle of the class.

For this reason, Professor Flitwick also hung a new sign on the classroom door: No pets allowed.

And for the last weekend, they will be able to go to Hogsmeade again. Everyone is very happy, but it’s a pity that they can’t spend this Christmas in the wizarding village.

"So you can go to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop again."

Lavender lazily practiced magic, waving her wand and dueling with Parvati with lightsabers.

"No, I'm not going there!" Hermione sniffed her frozen nose.

The Room of Requirement is much more lively than before. Lavender and Parvati are training duels and recording spell experiments, while Hermione and Nietzsche are practicing the Patronus Charm under Grindelwald.

Granger was wandering around the castle. Perhaps she would leave after Christmas.

Of course, she would sometimes drink shrinking potions and wander around the campus as little Hermione, always meeting professors like McGonagall and Sprout under the guise of studying.

"Concentrate!" Grindelwald tapped the two men's heads. "You are about to learn the most famous and powerful white magic, the depth of which has yet to be understood by any wizard."

No one knows who invented it or how it came to be.

The only thing that can be understood is that wizards who can use the Patronus Charm have always been high-ranking officials of the Wizengamot or the Ministry of Magic.

Some people believe that the Patronus Charm represents the connection between wizards and the world at large - because some rare wizards summon the patronus image of an animal or magical animal that has been extinct for thousands of years.

For example, Hedley Fleetwood's mammoth patronus and the invincible Andros's giant patronus.

These records are all written in Headmaster Dumbledore's White Magic Studies.

"Its spell is... Expecto Patronum."

Grindelwald deliberately dragged out his voice, but Hermione and Nietzsche did not cooperate and showed any curiosity. They just looked at the old professor, wanting him to demonstrate or something.

However, the three of them just stared at each other.

"And then?" Nietzsche asked doubtfully, "Won't you?"

"Do you think I'm a magician?" Grindelwald slapped his forehead and said impatiently, "In fact, I'm waiting for you to practice and fail first before I demonstrate it to you again. Besides, I hate this magic."

He stroked his beard and didn't want to look at Nietzsche again. He found it annoying after looking at him too much.

"So you're unhappy?" Hermione took advantage of the generation gap and said with a bit of coquettishness in her tone, "The book says that if a wizard is in a bad mood, the spell he casts may fail."

She looked at the professor eagerly, as if begging him to show his skills.

But how could Grindelwald resist the pure and curious gaze of such a little girl, let alone the acting-savvy Hermione? He looked down at the crudely made wand in his hand, wondering what happy memories he was thinking about.

"Hoo--God--Guard!"

The professor drew a circle in the air with his magic wand, and a lot of silver-white mist poured out from the tip of the wand.

Not sure if it was a problem with the wizard himself or the wand, but Nietzsche found that after the gas gathered in the room, there was only a vague shape.

Even when this huge guardian god was squatting on the ground, it had to slightly bend its back. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing unconsciously. From the pair of slightly spread wings, it was clear that it was a fire dragon.

Yes, Nietzsche would not admit his mistake. He also had a Norwegian Ridgeback roaming freely in the Forbidden Forest.

However, Grindelwald looked up with some disgust.

But this fire dragon's back was not humped like Smaug's, but had a row of razor-sharp ridges, and wings like a bat. If it stood up, it would be more than thirty feet long.

"This is...is this the Hebridean Black Dragon?!" Sirius held on to the dining table with both hands to prevent himself from falling off the chair.

"It seems that there are still some people who know what they are doing." Grindelwald waved his wand nonchalantly, dispelling the Fire Dragon Patronus. "Ah... I still like its appearance in the Fiendfyre."

The Hebridean Black Dragons are aggressive by nature, and in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, each one needs a territory of at least one hundred square miles.