Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

This is where Hagrid temporarily adopts magical creatures.

"Hello, hello?" Fred, who was holding the black box, shouted.

"I can't hear...very...clearly." The voice coming from the other end was intermittent. It was Ron who was sitting in the sun at the door of the shed and speaking.

"Copy that Ronnie, hey! George! Add an amplification spell!"

None of them knew that their father had walked behind them, and they just buried their heads in their research. Arthur was already eager to try just by watching them carve a bunch of spells on the small devices.

What is this thing? How come he has never seen it before?

"Um...George, don't tear the Muggle wires apart." Arthur couldn't help but speak.

"Shut up, Fred. It's just wires..." George cursed subconsciously without even looking up. "You are so capable, why don't you try it yourself? Now we just need to get the magic circulating."

Fred turned to look at him in confusion.

But who is Arthur?

He was the person who specialized in dealing with magical items in the Ministry of Magic, so when he saw George being clumsy, he felt like ants crawling in his heart. In his opinion, George had not learned anything from him at all.

"Just wires?" Arthur stood on tiptoe, looking out and raising his voice. "The basis of making magic items is to find a carrier for the magic power. How can you continue if you tear down the original thing used to circulate energy!"

No wonder this 'portable radio' made Ron's voice intermittent. In Muggle terms, it was poor contact.

George had a pile of semi-finished products at hand. He was already in a bad mood, and now being urged like this, he simply stuffed the bug into Fred's hand, which scared Fred.

"Come on, come on, you do it..."

"George, you're not hallucinating because you stayed up late, are you? I didn't say anything just now."

"If not you, who else could it be?" George said angrily. "Ron is outside, you can't say it's Hermione, I can still tell the difference between a male voice and a female voice!"

The smile on Arthur's face gradually froze, and then he picked up his wand and hit each of the two men on the head.

"You can't even tell me apart?" he said unhappily. "Be careful or I'll take you two to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation, little brat...where did you get these Muggle items from? Tell me the truth!"

"It turned out to be Dad, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

George and Fred, who had originally planned to fight on the spot, turned around and immediately put on playful smiles on their faces.

They lowered their heads slightly, admitted their mistakes and winked at Nietzsche, as if blaming him for not informing them in advance, making Arthur see their embarrassed look.

"Please allow us to introduce you to you!"

"A magic eavesdropping device. With this, you can listen to every move of the suspect while sitting at home."

George and Fred echoed each other and pulled their father to sit on the chair.

This thing was originally tailor-made for Arthur Weasley, so the two of them did not hide it and excitedly announced the creation of the magic eavesdropping device to their father.

Nietzsche sat opposite the three of them, adding comments from time to time.

"So these things are for me?" Arthur laughed a few times, then his expression changed instantly, "Ahem...your father works in the Department of Muggle Affairs. You want to drag me into breaking the law, right?"

"Wrong~" George raised his eyebrows at Nietzsche, "We didn't use it on Muggles, so it's not against the law~"

In fact, the Weasley brothers were introducing Nietzsche to certain legal loopholes in the wizarding world.

For example, the law prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items is actually still distinguishing between Muggles and wizards in essence. This law will only take effect when magical items fall into the hands of Muggles.

When it comes to breaking the law knowingly, their father Arthur Williams was the first to be caught.

"How's the progress?" Nietzsche was as calm as their boss.

"The good news is that the magic eavesdropping device was successful." George said proudly, "To be honest, this is easier than us inventing magic props directly. The wonderful ideas of Muggles are a ready-made blueprint."

"But the bad news is, once the distance is too far, the sound will be just like what you just heard..." Fred shrugged helplessly.

Nietzsche found that Arthur was not the kind of parent who was strict with his children. Or rather, he was more like a child than George and Fred. He stared at the exquisite black box in front of him, drooling, his eyes shining.

Just listening to the sons’ introductions is exciting enough.

"You know too little about Muggles, kids." Arthur's words aroused their curiosity. "Do you know why the magic items you make have a poor reception signal due to the slow circulation of magic power?"

George and Fred shook their heads; their father was the expert in this area.

All he said was: "Electricity is a magical power controlled by Muggles, and these copper wires are channels. You can't break a gap in the channel, which will cause... um... very inconsistent."

"I see." George wiped off the spell and re-divided the corresponding areas.

There was nothing wrong with his idea, the only shortcoming was that he did not understand the function of each Muggle item. He did not know what those wires were used for, so he simply ignored them, resulting in some loop routes and even series connections.

Under Arthur's guidance, George quickly corrected his mistakes.

"Mr. Weasley, if you need anything for your hobbies in the future, you can come to me." Nietzsche looked at him with burning eyes.

But at the same time, his impression of the Ministry of Magic became even worse, just like letting Oppenheimer practice law, letting Newton become a priest, and letting George Stephenson become a train attendant...

The Ministry of Magic has truly inherited the "advantages" of Great Britain - using whatever is useful to the utmost.

"Really?" Arthur grinned. "That's great. The old Ford at my house was a scrap car that I secretly bought from a Muggle... It took me a lot of time just to refurbish it."

When it came to Muggle-related matters, Arthur immediately put everything behind him.

At this time, Hermione walked in quickly from outside. She had a ribbon tied in her hair, which was much smoother and no longer fluffy and messy like during class. She held the emerald wool shawl on her shoulders with both hands.

He was holding an old book in his hand, which looked quite old.

"I found information about Nicolas Flamel, and the chair is flying over here!" She stood under the wooden shed and took out her magic wand without hesitation to summon Nietzsche to her side.

The chair tilted backwards, carrying Nietzsche with it rapidly.

Hagrid said that Dumbledore's friends included Nick Flamel and others, most of whom were old wizards, so she borrowed a book about wizard records of the last century from the library.

"I first found Dumbledore's biography in Modern Outstanding Wizards, which mentioned that he and Nicolas Flamel had made achievements in alchemy, so I thought... in this case, I will go and look through the books on alchemy."

"Sure enough, in the books introducing alchemical achievements, the one mentioned most often is Nicolas Flamel, the only maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"

From related clues, narrowing the scope little by little, this is what Hermione learned from Nietzsche Holmes.

"If Quirrell is the one who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, it proves that he is dying!" Hermione paced back and forth in front of Nietzsche anxiously, muttering to herself, "Why didn't Dumbledore save him?"

Nietzsche's eyes swayed back and forth following her footsteps, and his eyes were almost sore.

"Because Professor Quirrell is not the only one who wants him. Headmaster Dumbledore will save him."

"Who else?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"The Albanian dark wizard. According to Headmaster Dumbledore's speculation, Professor Quirrell may be in a parasitic state like those animals... By the way, is Harry still observing Snape?"

Hermione got angry when this was mentioned. She didn't know what Nietzsche was keeping in suspense.

"Didn't you tell us not to alert the enemy? So now he is still worried about Snape being the referee!"

Nietzsche ignored her and just thought... Why did Headmaster Dumbledore emphasize Harry so much? Was it just because he was the 'savior'? No, the title can only bring prestige, and it can't intimidate an adult wizard.

In other words, Harry is the key point.

So what was the meaning of Dumbledore saying that only he could break the curse? Obviously, it was related to Harry's origin... a baby killed a powerful dark wizard, which is why he was given the title of 'savior' by wizards.

"Hermione..." Nietzsche suddenly called her.

"what happened?"

"I figured out who that dark wizard is." Nietzsche glanced at Weasley in the distance, and after making sure that their attention was still on the magic eavesdropping device, he whispered, "It's the mysterious man from the last magic war."

Nietzsche wanted to use the wizard's thinking to connect the clues.

There was nothing that only Harry could do, nothing that only a first year could do, that was all.

"Impossible, doesn't the book say he's dead?!" Hermione couldn't believe it.

"To be precise, he is not completely dead, so he wants to use the Philosopher's Stone to be reborn."

What a pity, we missed the mark by one step.

That mysterious man could never have imagined that Quirrell never gave up on saving himself.

At this time, Hagrid came back. When he passed by the shed, he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt made of linen. The moleskin coat was folded and carefully put in his arms.

It seems that he has obtained some treasure again.

(Fox updates on time around 8 to 9 p.m., I am a European in spirit, I am sure)

Volume 1: Chapter 61 Hagrid: Lady Luck is Smiling

(Sorry, I was a little off the pace the past few days, QwQ, I’ve gotten back to my normal form recently)

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Nietzsche sat in a seat near the forbidden books area in the library, with books of different sizes floating around him.

Not only were the books rotating around the two of them, they were also rotating on their own. It seemed that he was using everything around him to imitate the movement of the planets in the universe.

"There are only ten weeks left until the final exams. I wonder what the exams here will be like..." Hermione sat in the library and prepared a study plan in advance. "No, I have to practice magic again."

"There are still three months left, take it easy." Nietzsche said calmly, feeling the flow of magic power quietly.

He was also thinking about the connection between Harry and You-Know-Who.

Perhaps because winter was over, there were many more wizards walking together on the walkway beside the Black Lake. Thinking of Hagrid's excited look yesterday afternoon, I guessed that he had secretly hidden some contraband again.

Even Hermione could guess, based on Hagrid's hobbies, that it must be about some dangerous magical creature.

Everyone was enjoying this afternoon without classes. Under a dead tree by the Black Lake, she saw through the window next to her that Draco Malfoy and Pansy were huddled together, holding hands.

"If the mysterious man is really not dead, then my suggestion is... you'd better not get involved in this mess."

Hermione stared at the little man downstairs.

In her opinion, Nietzsche had done enough. From collecting information about the magical world to the theft of the Philosopher's Stone, he seemed to be always in endless trouble.

"This is not the best choice." Nietzsche dropped some eye drops into his dry eyes.

"This matter is no longer your business!" Hermione raised her wand and stopped the books around her. "That's the You-Know-Who. This is not a small fight between you and Malfoy!"

Hermione grabbed Nietzsche's sleeve and drew his attention.

When the eyes that were trying to hold back sleepiness collided with the warning eyes, the former began to become erratic. Nietzsche knew that she was worried... worried that he would become a tool for the mysterious man to create panic.

However, at the moment, he wanted to help Qi Luo more.

"Don't worry, I have the support of Headmaster Dumbledore." Nietzsche smiled calmly.

"I'm just reminding you!" Hermione couldn't persuade him, so she had to let it go, but she still kept a wary eye on her.

The last few rows of bookshelves suddenly shook, and many books fell to the ground in the middle. The person who caused this behavior that made Madam Pince furious was not Nietzsche, but a rare visitor to the library - Rubeus Hagrid.

He leaned sideways and looked at both sides of the aisle. When he found that Madam Pince had not arrived yet, he immediately lay on the ground and carefully picked up the books on the ground with his index finger and thumb.

But then, he no longer needed to worry - because the books returned to their original flavor on their own.

"Thank...thank you, I just want to find some books to read." Hagrid followed the sound of the spell and found Hermione. "The aisles in the library are...too narrow for me."

He held the book he was going to borrow and put his arms across his chest.

"What book are you looking for?" Hermione asked kindly.

"Don't bother you, I... I can do it myself." Hagrid walked out from the middle of the bookshelf, but before he took two steps, he lowered his head and went back home, "Well... I'm worried about knocking over the bookshelf..."

It seems that Hagrid is still somewhat aware of his own body size.

He seemed helpless. When the pages of the books got wrinkled due to falling, Madam Pince would be furious and kick him out.

"Let me guess...it must be related to magical beasts." Hermione raised her right arm and dozens of related books flew out from the designated area. "This is the most complete one. There is also a separately compiled encyclopedia of magical beasts."

Dozens of book covers slid past Hagrid.

"Thanks! This is what I want!" He happily pulled out a few books.

The sharp-eyed Nietzsche discovered that what Hagrid needed was "Classification of Irish Dragons", "Dragon Hunting Guide" and "Dragon Egg Hatching Manual", all of which were knowledge about fire dragons, combined with Hagrid's cover-up that day.

Hogwarts never keeps idlers, not even the Forbidden Forest Warden.

Before Hagrid could thank him, a few more people came up from the aisle behind him. It was hard for Harry, Ron and Neville not to notice Hagrid's huge size.

"Hagrid, when are you going to take us to see your dragon eggs?" Harry glanced at the other's books, then put his hands behind his back and leaned forward.

Hagrid, who had just looked grateful, immediately became alert after hearing the familiar voice.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Harry."

"This is the first time I've seen you come to the library." Ron looked at him in confusion. "Did you suddenly feel like learning about dragons? Come on, you said you wanted a dragon."

"Keep your voice down!" Hagrid looked around, "I've never raised a dragon before..."