Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

There's nothing you can do about it. Nietzsche always acts like a polite child in front of outsiders. When Hermione thought of this, she became impatient while getting dressed... Humph, he's only good at being a good boy in front of her mother.

Nietzsche originally looked docile and obedient, but when he saw Hermione's messy brown curly hair, he immediately started grinning.

"Guess what day it is today?"

He noticed that the buttons on Hermione's shirt were all crooked, and subconsciously reached out to help her straighten her clothes, buttoning them up from bottom to top. Hermione blushed and raised her hand to slap Nietzsche's hand away.

Because the position of the last button is a little...special...

"A hearing!" Hermione glared at him. "This matter can obviously be handed over to Inspector Lestrade to handle."

"I promise, I won't bother you after school starts." Nietzsche touched the back of his hand and threw a blaming expression, "You are so violent, I am worried that no one will want you in the future... Be more ladylike~"

At the end, he even deliberately imitated Mrs. Granger's speech.

But he didn't even think about why...and who made Hermione become like this.

"Whether I have someone who wants me or not is none of your business!" Hermione raised her fist and shook it in front of him a few times.

"I'm just reminding you as a friend."

"Ha~ Reminder, if no one wants you, then don't expect to have an easy life..."

Hermione suddenly realized that what she said was meaningful, so she stopped talking quickly. However, Nietzsche realized that something was wrong, so he also fell silent and looked around at the streets around him.

In fact, many questions have emerged in his mind:

What are you saying?

Is she trying to make life difficult for others, materially or spiritually?

Nietzsche shook his head, dispelling those inexplicable thoughts, which were interesting but not as good as the hearing.

"This hearing is not just the kind you see on TV. It is a personal invitation from the Ministry of Magic, the Prime Minister, and the Queen." Nietzsche walked to an inconspicuous car, knocked on the window, and then opened the door.

Seeing how excited he was, Hermione could only sigh helplessly.

To be honest, she found that these were the only things that could interest Nietzsche, and he was quite excited, as if he had inhaled too much pure oxygen.

"Where?"

"Ministry of Magic!" Nietzsche told the driver an address, "Principal Dumbledore will also be here..."

Along the way, he was chattering about the content of the hearing: first, about the identity of the murderer, and then about the attitude of the two worlds towards each other, of which the Queen and the Prime Minister had to make formal assessments.

But just the affiliation of wizards is enough to give you a headache. You know... there is also the United States Department of State on the Muggle side.

The car stopped at the entrance of an alley, and then Nietzsche led Hermione inside. They saw a red telephone booth next to a wall covered with graffiti. It was very clean and completely different from the surrounding environment.

Standing next to him was Headmaster Dumbledore.

"We're waiting for you. Your father has gone down with the Prime Minister." Dumbledore said calmly.

He had no intention of blaming anyone and seemed particularly interested in the Prime Minister's visit to the Ministry of Magic. He dialed

Nietzsche looked at the phone and instinctively felt some disgust towards the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic was built underground, so Nietzsche and Hermione could see the floor sinking through the glass windows, and with a few tremors, they could see the hall suddenly appearing through the gaps in the railings.

The floor was a polished dark brown, and the ceiling above was peacock blue with some golden symbols of unknown meaning flashing on it.

"You just need to answer... Are there wizards in the United States?" A man in a suit shouted angrily beside the gilded fireplace on the left, "Yes! Or no! Everything that happens today will be reported to the president!"

"Well... yes..." The fat man opposite him could only smile awkwardly.

He was wearing a striped suit, a bright red tie, a black cape, purple leather shoes and a dark green top hat. His whole body was colorful.

Nietzsche really didn't dare to say much about this man's taste in dressing.

"Albus!" The fat man wiped his sweat and ran over immediately after seeing Dumbledore. "This is not easy to handle. How are we going to explain this to the Magical Congress of the United States of America?"

"Just do your job well, Fudge." Dumbledore stepped aside and introduced, "These two are students of Hogwarts, and are also responsible for protecting the safety of the Queen and the Prime Minister."

"Okay, okay..." Fudge didn't hear a word.

When Hermione saw the Prime Minister and the Queen of England coming over, she immediately stood straight, like a soldier under investigation.

Damn it, why didn't Nietzsche tell us something about etiquette... Hermione blamed herself in her heart, and wanted to salute with her hands, but put them down halfway.

Her gestures were all seen.

"Don't be so nervous. If it were in Elizabeth's time, you would have been granted a title for your contribution in saving the emperor." The Queen of England looked at the girl in front of her and said kindly.

She's pretty good. Her parents are dentists and have never evaded taxes. She's not a complicated person either. She's just a simple little girl.

"This is Howson Samuel from the US Foreign Ministry." The Queen's tone was much better than when they first met. "British wizards do not welcome Americans, especially because of this incident..."

MACUSA is more closed than the British Ministry of Magic.

So when Samuel learned that there was such a group of dangerous elements in his country, he could not suppress the rage in his heart. This was also the scene that Moriarty liked to see the most. He seemed to particularly hope that the two worlds would go to war.

"Mr. Prime Minister, if it is just Minister Kawa, it may hinder the cooperation between our two countries." Samuel swallowed his anger and said sincerely.

“That’s why we are here,” the Prime Minister said.

Just imagine, when the president only knows that the murderer is Britain's own Home Secretary, the impact is huge. The prime minister only hopes that he can live safely until the next term.

As for the mess in the wizarding world, whoever wants to solve it can do it...

The Prime Minister looked at Nietzsche who was touring the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and suddenly felt that this was a good candidate - his relative was a British administrator and also a wizard, so at least his identity was quite suitable.

"Everyone, please follow me to the Wizengamot courtroom on the tenth floor." Dumbledore pushed Fudge aside and focused his attention on them.

"Headmaster, where is Quirinus?" Hermione said nervously, "We haven't seen him since we came back from Westminster Palace. Could something have happened to him?"

"He is preparing the incriminating documents. Don't worry...he doesn't need to show up in person." Dumbledore gave her a sip of tranquilizer.

The elevator could only reach the Department of Mysteries on the ninth floor. After they followed Dumbledore through a stone corridor, they saw two wooden doors covered with chains and keyholes.

The stones next to it are all black and absorb light very well. Even if there are torches around, the light cannot be reflected.

The courtroom was a nearly oval room, surrounded by rows of chairs arranged in a stepped pattern. In the open space at the bottom, there was an iron chair with shackles, located in the middle and visible to everyone.

Just as Nietzsche and Hermione were about to sit down, a very annoying sound suddenly came from next door.

"Since when can Muggles come in here?"

The speaker was a wizard with long blond hair and a dark green robe. Like Nietzsche, he also carried a cane, but... the other wizard's cane had a snake head on it, with emerald eyes.

There is no need to guess. Just from his hair color and gray pupils, you can tell that he is the head of the Malfoy family.

"This is the courtroom. Ordinary people really shouldn't come in here." Nietzsche said sarcastically, "After all, this is your private room."

"Hmph, wizard traitor." Lucius showed a look of disgust and pulled his robe to the other side.

It's great that after the Weasley family's 'pure-blood traitors', they have invented a new term - wizard traitors.

Nietzsche stood in front of the Prime Minister and confronted Lucius.

Volume 1: Chapter 83 Malfoy: When I woke up, my home was gone

(Based on the recent reversal, Fox will end this subplot as soon as possible. Regarding the Queen's action yesterday, Fox was not thoughtful enough, so it was removed. After all, readers pointed out the relationship between the guards and the Queen.

Okay~ Then the poisonous point of the Sorting Hat, Fox also changed it today, that is, the part about the Sorting time. )

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Nietzsche was fascinated by the Wizengamot.

First, most wizards still respected or feared Dumbledore; second, Headmaster Dumbledore did not sit far away like other wizards, but sat with Nietzsche, Hermione and the Muggles.

But if a wizard greeted them, Dumbledore would still politely introduce those people to the Muggles.

'Conservative pro-Muggle?' Nietzsche mentally analyzed.

"Silence!" Fudge knocked the gavel on the high table opposite them. "Today's trial is for Joseph Flint, who attacked the Muggle Queen in the Muggle world!"

By saying this, the Queen of England judged Fudge's political attitude.

Apparently, Fudge did not think wizards belonged to the British people, and simply thought that the Queen and the Prime Minister were just leading ordinary people, and he himself could be on an equal footing with both of them...

Then, two dark creatures like those in a dark house walked in from a door below.

As they dragged the prisoners in, the temperature of the entire courtroom began to drop. Hermione couldn't help but hug her arms. She found that Joseph, who was shackled to an iron chair, had a pale face and empty eyes as if he had lost his soul.

"That's a Dementor." Dumbledore frowned, very unhappy about this. "It seems that Flint has been killed."

"They look a lot like... like Voldemort," Nietzsche said.

"Because the food of Dementors is all the positive emotions of other creatures, so to a certain extent Voldemort is indeed imitating... they cannot be destroyed, and they will breed wherever there is fear and death."

According to Dumbledore, Dementors are conceptual creatures.

They are the opposite of joy and passion, feeding on the most vital part of the human soul, and Nietzsche had no interest in Dementors.

Just as the headmaster said, Joseph Flint, who now had a dull look in his eyes and was drooling slightly, had been entertained by the Dementors. His dull look frightened many wizards, but the Muggles...

"I thought at least the prisoners could stay awake, but it seems they did it on purpose," the Prime Minister said unhappily.

From the moment they arrived at the Ministry of Magic, all wizards had maintained a mood of exclusion and hostility, as if there was an invisible sign at the door of the Ministry of Magic that read:

Muggles please.

"I think there's one thing missing..." Sherlock said suddenly, "He's also guilty of several murders!"

"Umbridge, is this true?" Fudge seemed annoyed at being interrupted. He turned his head and looked at the short and fat woman with a round face next to him.

Her lips were brightly painted with lipstick and her hair was tied in an oversized pink bow.

"I'm not sure. After all, when Mr. Flint was imprisoned in Azkaban, he was taken care of by the Dementors because he wanted to escape..." Umbridge seemed to be deliberately imitating the little girl and made a shrill voice.

"I'm sorry." Fudge said suddenly, "Mr. Prime Minister, you can't impose unfounded charges on a wizard."

"Nietzsche..." Hermione nudged the person next to her with her elbow.

But Nietzsche ignored her and continued to look at the wizards around him. He found that Lucius Malfoy did not make any unnecessary movements and kept his eyes on Flint below.

When the other party heard Fudge's declaration, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nietzsche!!" Hermione couldn't help but twist his thigh.

"I understand..." Nietzsche stood up and looked at the full seats, feeling a little nervous. "Mr. Minister, we have Kawa's confession here, and there is enough evidence to prove that he is the murderer."

Sherlock deliberately closed his eyes and had no intention of participating in what happened next.

Perhaps he knew his brother's evaluation of Nietzsche, so he wanted to take this opportunity to train his son.

"That's an accomplice, too, Mr. Holmes," said Umbridge, her eyes bulging out like a toad, menacingly. "We wipe the memory of Muggles who know magic to prevent just this kind of thing."

Her words changed the views of some wizards.

That's right, Muggles themselves want to explore magical things and get involved with wizards...so according to Umbridge, if Muggles were more law-abiding, this kind of murder case would not happen.

The Prime Minister was so angry that his mouth was twisted. Just as he was about to stand up and curse, Sherlock, who was pretending to be asleep, grabbed his arm.

"As for a wizard like Flint, I think we should lock him up in Azkaban to prevent him from coming into contact with Muggles." Umbridge made this ruling.

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes. It seemed that these people in the Ministry of Magic deliberately reversed cause and effect and stood on the side of wizards to win the recognition of other wizards:

Yes, if you Muggles hadn't been unable to suppress your curiosity and deliberately made friends with dark wizards, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened.

"Is it possible that Flint deliberately used the Muggles to kill those Muggles who were hindering the development of his family's interests?" Nietzsche looked at the ignorant wizards, sneered, and took out a stack of letter paper from his arms.

Here are the various replies provided by Qi Luo.

Some of them were his own anonymous replies, and some were found in Cava's home...recording the development of everything.

"Among them, Mr. Malfoy wanted to know that the territory inherited by his family was to be reclaimed by the British government, so he found the person in charge, Chief Justice Thomas, through Cava and killed him."

"I tell you! This matter is not due to the curiosity of Muggles at all... On the contrary, if Kava never knew about wizards, the real mastermind would always win!"

Nietzsche's voice was deafening, causing the group of people in purple wizard robes to hesitate.

The old witch sitting in the middle turned and looked at Dumbledore. After reading the letters that represented the 'cause of the incident', she became very angry because the contents were full of dark and violent words.

After being pushed back, Umbridge could only stare at Nietzsche.

"Do you know what you are accusing?" Umbridge held him up and screamed, "You are testifying against the advisor to the Minister and the Deputy Minister of Magic! A pure-blood with a long history!"

Hermione's eyes lit up.

Oh my goodness, someone blew himself up.

She found that Dumbledore's eyes were scary, not like his usual kind squinting eyes... The old lion opened his cloudy grey-blue eyes and looked at Fudge in a questioning manner.

"Although the cause was indeed 'territory', Mr. Malfoy was not mentioned in it." said a witch in a purple robe.