Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Mrs. Hudson simply ignored the quirks in her dress and behavior - who doesn't have some quirks?

"Is that a gold Galleon?" Hermione pulled Quirrell over and whispered in his ear, "But I've read the introduction, which says that the currency in the wizarding world is not real gold..."

"Don't worry, I bought it from the leprechaun with Galleons. It's not a trick of the leprechaun."

Quirrell signaled to the other party not to worry.

"Colonel Philips lives downstairs. He likes quietness... He's a kind person unless you scare him on purpose." Mrs. Hudson took out the landlord's appearance, "You don't look like an ordinary person."

It wasn't that she saw through Qi Luo's identity, but that he was 'ordinary' in terms of money.

He paid the rent with gold and was very low-key, just like the explorer in the movies who went to ancient tombs to search for treasure every day and had countless money... Mrs. Hudson had already started playing the movie in her mind.

"Are there any taboos?" she continued.

"No, it's up to you to arrange." Qi Luo said softly, "If you need anything, just knock on the door in advance..."

"Oh~ I can understand that. No problem." Mrs. Hudson covered her mouth and laughed secretly. "Everyone has their own secrets. It's normal. The last tenant of your room was a woman who liked the same sex."

Host: Wink~

Quirrell's mouth twitched, and he just smiled politely.

The room was just upstairs from Holmes's house. When I opened the door, I found that the furniture inside was quite complete, with a smell of the late 19th century to early 20th century. Most of them were made of wood and covered with a layer of dust cloth.

He was careful to avoid the cobwebs and dust so as not to get his clothes dirty.

"You guys watch here first, I'll go downstairs and prepare some iced juice." Hudson handed over the key.

After she went downstairs, Quirrell snapped his fingers immediately, and the dust and dust sheets in the room were blown away by the breeze, and even the leather sofa looked brand new because of the cleaning spell.

Hermione was extremely envious - she also wanted to be neighbors with a professor!

"Can I come here to ask something during normal times?" She stammered. "I found some new books at Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley. I want to preview some new knowledge here to prepare for next semester."

"Of course, Miss Granger..."

Now it was Nietzsche's turn to be unhappy, and he put his hands in his pockets to protest.

"Why, coming to Baker Street wasn't in your plan."

"But there is an option to preview." Hermione played a childish word game and said proudly, "Sorry, I didn't come to Baker Street to play with you, I came to ask Professor Quirrell a question!"

"Women are so fickle."

"It is 'girl,' Mr. Holmes, and I beg you to be more precise with your wording."

Looking at the two people bickering again, Qi Luo suddenly found it a little funny. He stretched his waist and threw himself on the sofa like a child, then turned sideways and enjoyed his hard-earned retirement life.

Because of Voldemort, the wizarding world is unlikely to show up, but Mrs. Hudson is doing fine here...

In the next few days, when Nietzsche forced himself to keep his hazy eyes open and walked from his bedroom to Quirrell's house, it was Hermione who opened the door. She seemed to never sleep in, and every time she came, she was holding a pile of books.

"It's already eleven o'clock. Are you still hibernating after hibernation?" Hermione said.

Nietzsche stood at the door in his bathrobe, holding a plate of biscuits in his hand. That was the 'breakfast' he had just asked Mrs. Hudson for. He yawned lazily, turned sideways, and squeezed in through the gap between Hermione and the door frame.

The girl touched the top of her head, indicating that his black hair stood up.

But after Nietzsche pressed it a few times and found that it had no effect, he ignored it and simply left it alone, which made Hermione roll her eyes - he was so elegant at school, but even more sloppy than her when he got home.

"Boring... It would be nice if I could use magic."

Nietzsche kicked off his slippers and lay barefoot on the plush carpet, scratching his waist like a monkey as he spoke.

"Can't you eat at the table?" Hermione kicked him lightly and scolded him harshly, "The cookie crumbs will stain the carpet..."

"There are dishes to come." Nietzsche wiped his hands on his pajamas a few times, nonchalantly.

He casually pulled Hermione's schoolbag and found an opened Hogwarts envelope inside. In addition to reminding students to take the Hogwarts train back to school on September 1st, it also contained a new list of books for the second grade.

There are nearly ten books in total, requiring more than twenty gold Galleons in total. No wonder the Weasley family is poor.

"In your second year, you should start to learn about dark creatures." Quirrell poured a cup of coffee for the two of them. "If necessary, you can go to the Forbidden Forest to gain some practical experience."

"'The Break with the Ghost', 'Walking with Ghouls', 'Traveling with Trolls', 'A Year with the Yeti'... Lockhart... The author is all Gilderoy Lockhart. Is he some big shot?" Nietzsche said.

"Ahem...Who?!"

Quirrell choked on his coffee and pounded his chest violently.

"Gilderoy Lockhart." Hermione took the bag and recited the character's profile fluently, "He is the holder of the Order of Merlin, third class, and a member of the Dark Arts Defense League... and has won the Most Charming Smile Award."

She reached back into her bag and pulled out a copy of "Magic Me". The cover of the book showed a wizard wearing flamboyant clothes and smiling at them with wavy golden hair.

Very handsome...but Nietzsche has always been allergic to handsomeness.

Lockhart on the cover showed a row of white teeth and waved to him and Quirrell.

"I bought this from Flourish and Blotts yesterday..." Hermione raised her eyebrows and said deliberately, "It's rare to find a professor who is both handsome and capable."

This remark irritated Quirinus Quirrell, and he put the cup down heavily.

"Really?" Quirrell said sarcastically, "Why doesn't it say that the great Gilderoy Lockhart created the Philosopher's Stone... If I hadn't been on guard against the Dark Lord, how would he have had the chance to come across this position?"

Nietzsche found that he seemed to be very familiar with this person, so he hurriedly asked.

"But if he wasn't great, why would Dumbledore appoint professors?"

"That's because no one dared!" Quirrell also lay down and put a biscuit in his mouth. "You should know that the Dark Lord publicly cursed this position at that time. No one dared to go. Throughout the year, no more than one hand of applicants were submitted."

At this time, he seemed very proud again. You know, he was invited by Flitwick and Dumbledore, not by himself.

You can tell the difference at a glance.

"Maybe." Hermione sat on the sofa and put her feet next to Nietzsche's head.

"All the new textbooks are written by himself. It seems that this person is extremely narcissistic." Nietzsche pretended to be unconcerned. "But it doesn't matter. I understand... Even Granger can't avoid falling into this kind of vulgarity."

It's just that I'm a little more handsome than him, this is only temporary.

"Really? But he has the Order of Merlin, Third Class," Hermione retorted.

Nietzsche couldn't think of any rebuttal, so he winked at Quirrell: This guy is about to surpass you.

"The third-level medal is only used to honor wizards who have made contributions to knowledge accumulation or entertainment. Besides, even Fudge can give himself a first-level medal now. It's better to read the dark magic literature directly than to read his books."

Yet Quirrell would speak up without being reminded, because he was really unhappy.

From his words, Nietzsche knew how much water there was in the Order of Merlin now...

"I believe for the moment that you two are not maliciously slandering me." Hermione took a copy of "Traveling with Vampires" and hid her sly fox-like smile. "But the story he wrote is quite interesting."

"Story?" Quirrell and Nietzsche looked at each other and sneered at the same time.

No story could be better than their discovery of the essential uses of magic from standard spells.

Of course, it wasn't that he hated Lockhart's silly grin with his white teeth showing... Quirrell looked at the cover of "Magic Me" and subconsciously touched his bald head.

Back then, he also had hair.

Volume 1: Chapter 80 The Attack on the Capitol

There wasn't much going on in the first half of the summer vacation. Most of the time, Hermione and Nietzsche were studying under Quirrell's guidance. They almost read Gilderoy Lockhart's books as stories.

There was only some knowledge about the habits of dark creatures, and it was too scattered. It would be more convenient to listen to Quirrell directly.

And because of the "Laws Prohibiting the Abuse of Magic by Underage Wizards", Quirrell also lent his wand to the two children, so their application and progress in magic were very fast, and they also did not fall behind in the study of the nature of magic.

Anyway, Quirrell can cast spells silently and without a wand. Except for necessary complex spells, he can solve them with a snap of his fingers.

It was not until mid-August that Nietzsche received the good news from Mr. Weasley.

It was about the eavesdropping plan. He said that the operation was very successful because some information about Malfoy was recorded. Nietzsche then found a small piece of tape in a yellow manila envelope.

The sound inside was very small, but at least I could hear the general idea:

"Joseph, how is the situation with the Muggles going?" A cold voice without any tone fluctuation came from the recorder.

"Those MPs and ministers who wanted to kick us out of the Muggle industry have been dealt with... Are you sure you want to do this? Take down the entire parliament?"

The man called Joseph hesitated.

"It's the Muggles who are fighting each other. It's enough to just protect the Malfoy family's land... Dobby, Dobby! The damn house-elf... I don't know where he ran off to again."

Hermione, Sherlock, Nietzsche and the other four gathered in a circle, and they immediately heard a series of curses.

After taking a breath, Malfoy continued, "By the way, your son is not having a good time at school recently. Xiaolong said that there is something wrong with the Slytherin trend in the school recently..."

"Whatever, they are just a bunch of brats. Without Dumbledore's protection, they still have to do things for us. Well, Arthur went to your house with a search warrant before, but he didn't find this, right?"

"Hmph, it's just for some dark magic items, I would have given them away long ago..." Malfoy sneered.

Then there were a few crackling sounds of wood in the recorder and then there was silence. Nietzsche knew that was the effect of Floo powder.

It ended here. Although the pure-bloods were very cautious and seldom interacted with each other, some details could still be found out. Sherlock listened to it several times before he was sure of the pure-bloods' motives.

"I'm afraid it's not just the Prime Minister. Those in the Four Holy Temples know about the existence of wizards, and they are very deep...I'm afraid the previous British Lord Chancellor wanted to cut the feet of pure blood off Wiltshire."

"Joseph...Qurinus, do you know this man?"

Quirrell thought about it, and let his brain, which had become as active as before, start working again.

"I have some impression of him. He seems to be the head of the Flint family. I have heard the Dark Lord mention his name many times." He was not sure, "I have never fought him, so I don't know his background..."

"What is their relationship with the Ministry of Magic?" Sherlock immediately asked the second question.

"If you want to know about the politics of the Ministry of Magic, you should read the introductions of past ministers." He let a book fly out of Nietzsche's bedroom. "One of the Flint family members is a minister and the other is the wife of the former headmaster."

Very closely... No, not just 'closely', it should be an integral part of the Ministry of Magic.

Many places on the book introducing the Ministry of Magic were filled with Nietzsche's red ink. Sherlock looked at his son and said nothing.

He also knew one thing: about Nietzsche's life in Hogwarts. Combined with the books he was interested in recently, he was afraid that a small detective would not be able to satisfy him. So, was it the administrator of the wizarding world?

Many familiar surnames can be seen from past ministers - Flint, Parkinson, Rawl...

A family of Death Eaters in preparation.

Especially during the period when the Parkinson family served as ministers, intermarriage between Muggles and wizards was prohibited, and Minister Flint made the statement that "new Muggle tools will interfere with wands."

It is no wonder that the Dark Lord chose pure-bloods. At least they could instantly control most of the resources and voice of the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately, he took a wrong step and died at the hands of Harry Potter's parents.

"I know what you're thinking... but even if I could accuse anyone, they wouldn't be handed over to the Muggle government by the Ministry of Magic. Quirrell is sorry and regretful for this.

In this move, Moriarty made the first move, so he is temporarily ahead.

If the Ministry of Magic does not hand over the person, it is naturally possible that the governments of the two worlds will begin to become enemies.

For a moment, everyone fell silent, but Hermione suddenly smelled a hint, and she thought of Thomas Rosslan's motive - to take back the Malfoy family's land in Wilshire.

"He is the Chief Justice and has the ability to use the law and authority to forcibly take it back... We can definitely fulfill his 'last wish'." Her rational logic was like a deadly poisonous blade.

There is no need to pierce the heart, just a slight scratch on the skin is enough.

Sherlock was very appreciative, as if he had found the shadow of someone in her. He began to look at the girl again, and his estimated position in his mind was slightly raised.

"Good sense of smell. If you are not a wizard, you will have made great achievements." He said, "Now I understand why Nietzsche made you his assistant."

So at the end of August, on the morning when the Parliament Building was about to announce the end of the first half of the Parliament, Hermione didn't even have time to eat breakfast. She put on a plaid shirt and a baseball cap and went out.

The Grangers had no idea that their daughter was going to face a terrorist attack and thought she was going to play with Nietzsche again.

The British Parliament building is the Palace of Westminster, located in the center of London, England. Together with the Ministry of Defense, the Foreign Office, the Foreign Office and the Admiralty, they are all near Whitehall. Today is the day for Joseph Flint to take action.

"But how do we get in?" Hermione stood in the Victoria Tower Gardens, which was open to the public, looking at the department members in formal attire, and couldn't help feeling panic.

It is hard to imagine that once these people die, Britain will be paralyzed.

In response to this, Quirrell simply pulled out a complicated floor plan and held out his two hands, motioning for them to grab them.

"Apparition... This is a required part of the final wizard exam." Quirrell said confidently, "It might not be comfortable the first time, so I told you not to eat breakfast. Hang on tight."

All I heard was a "pop" sound.

It was as if someone clapped their hands hard in their ears, and then Nietzsche and Hermione felt a squeeze, as if they had turned into rubber bands and were forced into a tube.

But it was very fast, and in a blink of an eye, the four of them arrived inside the Palace of Westminster.

Nietzsche covered his mouth, his stomach seemed to churn.

"Although Mycroft can't get us in, he can get... uh... the floor plan." Sherlock was also a little dizzy, holding on to the wall with both hands. "As long as we have the precise coordinates, we can get in."

"If I didn't know where the wall was and how thick it was, we would get stuck inside it," Quirrell explained.

His voice was a little trembling, but not as trembling as the other three. After all, they were also used to the side effects of Apparition.