Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I just hope he doesn't get into trouble..." she said sincerely.

There were not many documents on the table. When several people began to check them, Mrs. Hudson had already sat quietly by the stove. She did not look, but listened quietly to everything that happened around her.

It was a pile of historical documents, and the places circled in red ink were all names of people.

"This is something that happened in the UK. Shouldn't MI5 handle it?"

"Having said that, the wizarding world has completely cut itself off from society and has formed its own government on British soil. Even Northern Ireland doesn't dare to do that." Mycroft said calmly, "Besides, this matter also involves the US government."

No one could have expected that Draco Malfoy's family would be stripped naked by a bunch of Muggles, and it only took half a day.

The name that first appeared was Armand Malfoy, which appeared in the history of William I, followed by Nicholas Malfoy in the 14th century, when many ordinary people died in his territory due to the Black Death.

In the 17th century, Lucius Malfoy I began to appear, but only appeared on Elizabeth I's banquet lists.

In the end, it almost disappeared, but occasionally in the past few decades, the name of Lucius Malfoy II, Draco's father, could be seen on the list of some large auctions.

Parkinson and Flint were very rare, and appeared almost occasionally with the Malfoy family.

In the records, they also refer to early British currency and land properties, but they began to slowly disappear before the Industrial Revolution began.

"In 1692, the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was enacted to prevent the existence of wizards from being known to ordinary people," Nietzsche said. "In the late Industrial Revolution, there were very few landowners."

The time when the "Statute of Secrecy" was introduced was a dividing line. Since then, the outside world has had less and less information about wizards.

As for the early land acquisitions, it is clear that Malfoy had cashed out all of them before this point, exchanging them for gold, and the wealth he gained from Britain bought him status in the wizarding world, and he subsequently developed into a pure-blood.

In other words...Malfoy himself started out as a fucking half-blood.

"Uncle, please make a copy for me later, just in case." Nietzsche smiled from ear to ear.

"Can we place a monitoring device?" Watson had a crooked idea. "Since the murderer is related to them, we can wait for them to attend other banquets next time and sneak up on them..."

"No, wizards' magic will completely interfere with information. To be precise, magic itself is a kind of energy field." Mycroft rejected this idea. "You can temporarily understand it as the 'second magnetic field'. Even satellites cannot display it."

But is there really no solution at all?

Think about it, where did those magic radios of the wizards come from, what are the motorcycle parts in Hagrid's house used for... Nietzsche didn't want to miss any opportunity.

"Improvement. Magic can replace the original oil, gasoline, and electronic resources. I can try to modify it."

Nietzsche's words struck everyone as ridiculous, most notably Mycroft, who pulled a respirator from his pocket and unbuttoned his suit while breathing pure oxygen.

He was like a seal that had eaten plastic and was dying.

"Are you serious?" Lestrade shouted in a panic.

"It's absolutely true." Nietzsche knew what the inspector was asking. "Although I don't really hate the way wizards behave, but... unfortunately, wizards do have something to be proud of."

They have powerful weapons and energy, but they don't know how to use them. They are just like a group of baboons holding heavy machine guns.

Thinking in a wizard's way, they can travel freely through space. Going a little further, they only need to use any object cast a spell to make the European continent appear in the American continent.

Mycroft turned serious. It was obvious that the British government must not be led astray and become enemies with wizards.

Whether out of humanitarianism or from the government's perspective.

"I don't understand, just... why do they go to so much trouble to make the two sides hostile?" Under Mary's gaze, Watson took out a notebook and wrote down the important content of the conversation.

Well, it seems her husband never got over the habit of living with Sherlock.

In Watson's opinion, if both sides cooperate, wouldn't the purebloods be able to better plan their interests?

His idea is correct, but it is not rigorous enough, because Watson's idea is always as an ordinary person, so the position of bringing the pure-blood perspective is always... a rich boss, the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Not entirely correct. You overlooked one condition - magic power cannot be monopolized. As long as you are a wizard, you have it."

"So the pure-bloods' motivation is to control. Once the outside world interacts with wizards, the wealth will definitely not belong to them alone. Their way of thinking remains before the 18th century. It is the landlord mentality of the old world."

"Bingo~" Nietzsche clinked his glass with Sherlock's.

After the three Holmes got together, everything came to light.

Nothing can stop Sherlock, Nietzsche, and Mycroft, and it is an honor for those dark wizards.

Inspector Lestrade on the side said that he could be responsible for the demand for eavesdropping equipment. As long as Nietzsche could try to improve it, he could guarantee the required quantity until Nietzsche succeeded.

But Watson then raised a fatal question.

"Wait, we can't just wait for those magical landlords to show up. We don't know when the next banquet will be. Even if it's very close, we can't guarantee that those people will show up."

The two Sherlock Holmes looked at Nietzsche at the same time.

Here, he is the only wizard who can reach those people.

Nietzsche looked at the worried Mary and didn't know how to start for a moment... What should he say?

Could it be that he had actually been enemies with that bunch of pure-bloods at school for a long time, and they were hoping that he would be hit to death by an out-of-control flying broomstick as soon as he went out, and he even got close to them to plant a bug? Nietzsche slapped his head in annoyance.

If I had known this, I wouldn't have kicked Draco out of the dormitory.

Making enemies...Malfoy...Huh?

"I know a few wizards. Although they are pure-bloods, they are sworn enemies of those 'landlords' and are pro-Muggle. Moreover, their fathers work in the Ministry of Magic. Perhaps they are good candidates!"

Weasley family, Ron often talked about the conflict between his father and Malfoy.

Yes, yes, Ronnie, thank you so much to you and your two brothers. I'm sure your father will like this 'Christmas gift'.

"I'll call Hermione later. She's the head first year in Gryffindor."

Haha, the Malfoy family, right? You won’t go to jail even if there are fingerprints on the murder wand, right? You always have an alibi, right? It doesn’t matter. It’s time for a little Muggle shock.

"You, suppress your panic; you two are responsible for the murderer; and I am responsible for stabilizing the relationship between the wizarding world and the government."

It was no easy task for Mycroft to be in charge of.

He had to maintain the dignity of Britain while calming the emotions of the wizards, and dig out the murderer from the wizards in the Ministry of Magic and hand him over to the government to handle it, minimizing the definition of "terrorist attack".

Once the anti-terrorism target covers the entire Ministry of Magic, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Alas, this warehouse manager is so humble...

"Regarding the incident at Oxford University, the other party should be a man of great wisdom, prestige, and power. Be careful in handling it." Mycroft left a warning before leaving, "He who knows the secrets of the Four Orders is not an ordinary person."

It is no accident that all the dead were members of the cult.

Firstly, the other party must be someone who has access to the Chief Justice and the Home Secretary, and must be quite familiar with them to know their backgrounds.

"Watson, our party has begun!"

"No, not 'we', only you." Watson hugged his fiancée's arm, "Also, don't involve Nietzsche. He... He can only provide you with information at most."

Sherlock took a sip of his wine, tilted his head and closed his eyes.

He heard nothing.

As a civilized man of the late 20th century, he would only respect others... and if Nietzsche wanted to participate, he would naturally respect them too.

(Big Sister Irene will appear tomorrow, funny.jig)

Volume 1: Chapter 55 That (Woman) Person

Hermione received a call from Nietzsche on Christmas Eve, but she did not agree immediately.

Although she knew that Ron would definitely agree to Nietzsche's request, out of a secular morality, Hermione did not think it was a good thing. It sounded a bit...

Hermione lay in bed, thinking all night but still couldn't make up her mind. Now she was still a little hesitant.

"Good morning, Mien~"

"Good morning~ Dad...Mom...Mom! Help me get the pudding!"

The next day, Hermione, who had just come downstairs with an unlubricated head and wearing pink star pajamas, fell down next to her father with her legs crossed, looking nothing like a lady.

Wendell Granger was holding a cup of Earl Grey tea, enjoying the heating and the company of his daughter while watching the morning news on TV.

"Why don't you use some magic to make the pudding fly into your mouth, lazy bum." Monica Granger started nagging as she watched her daughter sticking to the sofa like a slug.

"Students under the age of seventeen are not allowed to use magic outside of school..."

Hermione suddenly thought of Nietzsche. Oh no, he definitely doesn't read the laws of the wizarding world. She hoped that he didn't break the law by performing magic for his family yesterday, Christmas Day.

Nietzsche: Why didn’t you say so earlier?

The morning news on TV was about the murder of the American ambassador.

"It's not just Stan Dick. Our Chief Justice Thomas Rosen was also assassinated not long ago. After consultation with the US President, we found that these were deliberate murders, not accidents."

"Sir! Do you mean a terrorist attack?" Reporters outside the venue shouted, holding up old cameras.

“Not quite…”

“So what about the safety of the British people? Is there any evidence that the murderer will not launch a large-scale attack?”

"Britain and the United States will set up a temporary anti-terrorist force! The temporary anti-terrorist emergency force is affiliated with the Special Operations Department's Anti-Terrorism Command Group. After discussion with the cabinet, their leader will be Inspector Lestrade, who has been temporarily transferred here."

However, the officials in charge of external affairs did not reveal too much, but just repeated some advice and warnings over and over again.

The camera turned, and a pale, thin, rat-eyed inspector appeared on TV. His black cape had long been covered with white snowflakes. In this weather, his originally short body seemed even more sturdy.

But those reporters did not look down on him because of his height.

This is the top detective of Scotland Yard. He has solved countless cases and has been a famous detective for a long time.

"Sometimes, you're safe in school, but now it's really..." Mr. Granger carefully tested the temperature of the tea with the tip of his tongue, "I hope we won't have a second mortar incident here."

He was talking about what happened two years ago when the Ulster Army attacked Downing Street with mortars.

Hermione stared at the content on TV. All the absurdities happening in the world were included in it. She was thinking: If she rejected Nietzsche's proposal, would ordinary people be able to catch the dark wizard?

I'm afraid it will be difficult.

If dark wizards are not caught, will the British government classify wizards as potential terrorists?

Hermione, who had a keen political sense, smelled danger. Whether out of selfishness or justice, she could not refuse Nietzsche's advice. In the grander narrative, any morality was futile.

"Yeah... the magic world..." She didn't have time to go upstairs to change out of her pajamas. She just put on a black windbreaker and went out. "I suddenly thought of something. I have to go out for a while!"

"Where are you going? Are you coming back for lunch?" Mrs. Granger shouted.

"It won't take long!"

Hermione gathered her collar, rubbed her hands together and walked out of the community.

It would take about half an hour to walk from here to Baker Street. Combined with the bad weather and the snow that made it difficult to walk, it would probably take even longer than that, so Hermione finally chose to walk in a straight line.

Directly between Charing Cross Road and Holborn Street.

She never dared to walk down the alleys before, as they were usually the bases for thugs and street gangs.

But perhaps because of the weather, the usually 'bustling' streets were left with only a few old beggars, who were huddled against graffiti-covered corners.

"Miss God bless... God bless!"

At this moment, Hermione saw a woman holding an umbrella and wearing a mink around her collar bend down and casually throw a few British pounds in front of them with the names of Queen Elizabeth II and inventor George on the front and back.

It seems that this woman has a kind heart, but I don’t know why such a rich lady would walk through this alley.

Hermione wanted to continue on her way, but suddenly a few middle-aged men stood up from the group of beggars. They had some scars on their faces and put one hand in their pockets.

"Can you give us some money, sweetheart?" They slowly surrounded the woman with ill intentions, their voices trembling with coldness, "You gave it all to those old guys, just think of it as pity for us..."

The man facing the rich lady saw Hermione behind her, but paid no attention.

"Oh dear, they are too old to move. Can't you strong people go...work by yourselves?"

"Just think of it as pity. If you want, we can also show our strong side."

"Then I'm so lucky." The woman acted a little shy and scared.

Want to take action?

If she took action, she might receive a warning from the Ministry of Magic the next day, but if she didn't take action, she would just have to watch innocent people being bullied. For Hermione, this was a trolley problem.

She suddenly began to dislike the way the Ministry of Magic regulated wizards.

"I'll call the police!" Hermione shouted, mustering up her courage.

"I don't have time to mess around with you, you little bastard!" One of the burly men pulled out a knife from his pocket and gestured at Hermione twice, "Now you can either get out of here or we don't want to do some extra money!"

Hermione guessed that this extra income came from some kind of criminal behavior - kidnapping and extortion.

But just as the other party was impatiently trying to divert his attention, the woman's right hand shook and she grasped the baton that she had pulled out from her sleeve. She first raised her knee and hit the most vulnerable part of the man in front of her, then swung the baton backwards.

The man who had just threatened Hermione immediately became quiet.