Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Interesting, but the land in Wiltshire originally belonged to Armand Malfoy." Nietzsche pressed on.

"What happened to those guys who wanted to kick us out of the Muggle industry before..." A voice mixed with the running of a tape broke the confrontation between the two sides, "I have already dealt with the dark magic items..."

It was a conversation between Malfoy and Flint.

The sound came from a radio.

"Arthur!" said Fudge, bewilderedly. "What is that thing?"

"It's amazing, isn't it? With such a small thing, I can hear every move of the Malfoy family at home..." Arthur shrank his head and stammered as he explained the eavesdropping plan.

This time, Malfoy's territory was directly confirmed. He was breathing heavily and was very angry.

"You actually violated the wizarding law... You are breaking the law knowingly! Your crime is aggravated!" Lucius stood up with his cane and roared, "Weasley, you are not worthy of being in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department!"

Nietzsche noticed that Arthur, an honest man, was getting panicked, so he interrupted Lucius.

"Whether Mr. Weasley has violated wizarding law has nothing to do with this meeting." He smiled sinisterly.

Anyway, the author of the law prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items was Arthur Weasley himself, so he could find the loophole himself.

"You..you really did that?" Fudge swallowed.

It’s over, it’s all over. His political career is probably coming to an end.

"No, I know nothing about it." Lucius paused for a moment, trying his best to distance himself from the matter. "I don't know much about Muggle matters, so I wanted Flint to communicate on my behalf. I didn't expect that he wanted to frame me!"

He looked at Flint, who was unconscious below, and put all the blame on him.

So Flint, a pure-blood, became a dark wizard who liked to deal with Muggles secretly, and he just wanted Flint to mediate because the other party understood Muggles.

"The territory was given by the Muggle king, but now there is no reason to take it back... You know, Flint likes to open some shops and grow some herbs near my house." Lucius was very humble.

It doesn’t matter, just push everything onto the dead body.

"I understand. So Flint's interests were hindered by Muggles, so he took revenge..." Fudge slapped his forehead and made a judgment immediately.

"Yes, that's it." Malfoy said hurriedly, "My family has been through so much in the wizarding world, how could we be interested in a piece of territory...Mr. Holmes, it was Flint who killed someone, not me."

Hermione couldn't bear it any longer.

She finally understood what 'Malfoy can never be charged' meant.

"So you actually wanted to find someone who understands Muggles to discuss it with the Chief Justice, but Flint just killed him because of vested interests?" Hermione followed the other party's words and deliberately gave him a way out.

"That's right!" Lucius smiled and looked at the name on the table, "You are so smart... Miss Granger."

"And you don't care whether your territory is recovered?"

"I don't care. I'm a pure-blood wizard, and that piece of land was given by the Muggle King. After so long, who would remember a dead Muggle?"

But Hermione suddenly leaned back and changed the subject.

"That's great, Mr. Malfoy. During the period when the bourgeoisie overthrew the old world, Parliament had confiscated the territories of the king and nobles and abolished a series of feudal powers..."

Lucius walked down the stairs given to him by others, but suddenly he stepped on empty air.

It's like the moving staircase at Hogwarts, which appears intact in the middle, but is actually just an illusion created by the magic of the staircase.

Lucius, on the other hand, held the tongue of the scepter tightly and gritted his teeth... Once he publicly stated that he didn't care, then the territory would be gone; but if he dared to oppose, then he would be the instigator of the murder of Muggles.

"I am a - pure - blood." Lucius bit the word and spoke it out forcefully.

What a shame.

The Malfoy family has always gotten benefits by killing people, but now it is different. Today, the profit fell into the hands of two children.

Draco, who was playing with his friends at home, had no idea that when he woke up tomorrow, his own home would be in danger.

"So it seems that the whole thing was not caused by contact with Muggles..." Nietzsche stood shoulder to shoulder with the girl and made the final announcement, "Then Flint should be handed over to Mr. Samuel."

He had already prepared for the possibility that Malfoy would escape, so he used the recording to confirm Flint's crime.

"Impossible!" Fudge's face flushed red, and he slammed the table hard, saying, "Leaving wizards in the care of Muggles will only make things worse... You can't do anything about a wizard!"

Samuel stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

"Guard? What makes you think he's still alive?" he said.

Just shoot him and that's it.

No problem, if the wizard can stop a 5.56 bullet, he can try the 12.7 caliber M2 Browning.

Samuel from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs nodded towards Nietzsche with gratitude. His voice was not loud, but the decisiveness in his words made the wizards speechless for a while.

Witch Hunt...They couldn't help but recall the darkest times in the past.

"Crouch!" Dumbledore suddenly called to someone, "You are now the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

"I see..." Barty Crouch, who was dressed smartly, recovered and said immediately, "We can hand Flint over to the US government, but we need two Aurors to accompany him and confirm his death."

"How can we wizards..." Umbridge was angry.

"Don't forget the relationship between American wizards and Muggles." Crouch was very impatient. "We are trying to ease the relationship between the two. We are just handing over a serious criminal. It's worse than death in Azkaban anyway."

To be honest, it would be better to die than to have your soul and happiness sucked away by Dementors.

At least it seems more humanitarian.

With Dumbledore's guarantee and Crouch's explanation, the other wizards had no choice but to cast their votes. In the end, Malfoy paid a huge price to avoid jail, and the Ministry of Magic also made concessions to Muggles for the first time.

From today on, it will be the darkest hour for the purebloods.

Volume 1: Chapter 84 The new semester begins!

On September 1st, Hermione walked towards the station reluctantly with her luggage.

She never wanted to escape from school because her home was filled with countless letters - most of them were from classmates living in the wizarding world. Without exception, they all learned the news from the Daily Prophet.

The news, of course, is... Malfoy is bankrupt!

As she suggested, even if the British government couldn't deal with the Dark wizards themselves, they could still make the purebloods pay a heavy price.

And Quirrell, who came to King's Cross Station with Nietzsche, also applauded.

"It's a clever plan. Perhaps Miss Granger is very suitable for the position of Minister of Magic." He pursed his lips and said seriously.

"Even if she can't work in the Ministry of Magic, maybe she can become the Chief Justice." Nietzsche joked, "She will definitely say: 'Nietzsche, you violated the regulations, I will confiscate your things'"

Hermione looked at his playful expression and covered her face helplessly.

The only things that could make Nietzsche a little serious and excited, apart from studying, were probably thinking of ways to go against the Ministry of Magic.

"I don't understand why the Daily Prophet knew about this?" Hermione said frantically, "You know, that's the Wizengamot Courtroom, a place of absolute confidentiality. How could they know about the two of us?"

"Anyway, be careful. I can't guarantee your safety now." Quirrell spread his hands and shrugged.

Hermione felt a little sad when she thought that they would not be able to study one-on-one with the professor when they returned to school.

"If there is any new development about the spell, remember to write to us!" She made a bitter face, put on her schoolbag and walked towards the entrance leading to the platform. She was sure that she would be surrounded by people once she got on the train.

"Don't worry, I have a new identity now... Prime Minister and Queen Elizabeth II's wizarding advisor." Quirrell raised his eyebrows and said proudly.

Speaking of which, he has recently become interested in making magical items, especially those small pistols used by Muggles.

Alas~ Ravenclaw is still suitable for research. Compared with leading others, it is better to leave it to Gryffindor and Slytherin. Quirrell just felt as if he was cursed by knowledge.

What an endless source of inspiration!

After a final chat, the few of them left, but just as Hermione thought, as soon as she and Nietzsche stepped onto the Hogwarts train, they were surrounded by their friends, and the corridor of the carriage was blocked.

Some of the Ravenclaws were waving their newspapers excitedly.

"It has your two names written on it!" said Anthony Goldstein. "My Aunt Queenie in America said you stopped the war between wizards and Muggles. I wish I could do the same thing as you during my summer vacation."

He was very envious.

We are all from the same school, so why is other people’s summer vacation so colorful?

"Can you let us go first?" Hermione dragged the luggage with difficulty, trying her best to keep smiling, while also holding the birdcage high to prevent Mercury from being knocked around.

Suddenly, a tall and handsome Hufflepuff senior pushed through the crowd.

"Don't block the corridor, friends." He showed his prefect badge and asked the others to move away. "It's not too late to ask after we get off the car. Okay... everyone, make way and go back to your own car for now."

Nietzsche had met him last year, against Cedric Diggory of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

The other party was very popular and soon pulled Nietzsche and Hermione out of the crowd and pushed them into the compartment next to the prefects' compartment. Hermione listened to the chirping sounds outside the door and suddenly understood Harry Potter's feelings.

"You guys are famous, you know that..." Cedric took out a bunch of snacks and signaled the two to not be polite.

"How did the Daily Prophet know about this?" Hermione quickly pulled the newspaper over.

"I don't know, but I learned it from my father, who was also sitting in the courtroom at the time," said Cedric. "It says here that the Ministry of Magic was threatened by Muggles... and handed over wizard criminals to Muggles for disposal."

Nietzsche buried his head completely in the pile of snacks, and even when Hermione reached out her hand, he just turned his head away.

He had absolutely no desire to read the Daily Prophet's nonsense.

But Cedric had already read it out. Although he knew that the newspaper's evaluation of the two people was very incorrect, he simply thought it was very interesting, just like reading a biography of two people with the same name.

"You should take a look at this. Headmaster Dumbledore is standing by two young wizards. Perhaps they are the ones behind the bankruptcy of the Malfoy family and some pure bloods... On the education at Hogwarts."

"Lucius Malfoy called this the darkest hour for the wizarding world because Muggles have the guts to challenge the entire British wizarding world."

"All families and merchants associated with Malfoy will face crises such as a supply cut of raw materials for potions and demolition of their houses. Gringotts' guests are now destitute because of Dumbledore's connivance."

Hermione was dumbfounded.

Who wrote this report? Not to mention how the other party knew that she and Nietzsche were involved, why did they write that the two of them were the third generation of the Dark Lord?

"But don't worry. In fact, many wizards are applauding Malfoy's bankruptcy." Cedric recounted his thoughts with great excitement. "Mr. Weasley is still tracking down the whereabouts of the dark magic items."

Who wants to see those Death Eaters showing off?

This time, even Fudge couldn't protect them... But Cedric suddenly looked worried again and lowered his voice.

"My friend told me that the Muggles have confiscated all the Muggle currency and assets related to Malfoy, so we all think that these remarks were deliberately made by them with money to slander him." He assured confidently.

The Hufflepuff prefect told them not to worry about their reputation in school because no one would believe nonsense like "the mastermind".

Besides, even if it is the darkest hour, what does it have to do with ordinary wizards?

At this moment, a car suddenly flew past the train window, and Nietzsche heard many people exclaiming.

He saw Harry, holding the birdcage excitedly, greeting him while sitting in the car filled with sunshine. Then the engine made a roaring sound, emitted a lot of steam, and the car immediately rose up again.

"Flying car..." Nietzsche's eyes were full of envy.

"Be careful or you might be spotted by the Ministry of Magic." Hermione warned him, tapping his head.

"So what if I'm targeting you? This is the future!" The boy gestured with his hands to draw a blueprint, unable to hide his excitement. "Hermien, this is truly a groundbreaking product, enough to usher in the interstellar age!"

What if... what if the two trains were floating in the air, and there was no need to spend a lot of money and resources to clear the mountains, then how would the Ministry of Magic deal with it?

"You're right, but the Statute of Secrecy prohibits wizards and Muggles from collaborating." Hermione poured a bucket of cold water on him.

Cedric seemed a little dazed. Although he didn't understand what Nietzsche meant by "interstellar orbit" and "flying out of the earth", it sounded very impressive. After all, wizards could only observe astronomy with telescopes.

Maybe, this is the difference between people...

"Wizards' laws are only for maintaining order. Once it can no longer be hidden, the Statute of Secrecy will become invalid~" Nietzsche smiled particularly cunningly, like an old fox.

But Hermione didn't quite agree.

If...the cost of breaking the Statute of Secrecy is countless lives, then is it still necessary?

So she chose to remain silent, she just hoped that this year could be more peaceful.

Volume 1: Chapter 85: Awkward Draco

(I'm taking a break today, so each chapter is 4000 words QwQ)

Perhaps it was Professor Moriarty's praise of Nietzsche that made Hermione a little worried:

Did they take it a bit too far?

But a certain dangerous thought only flashed through Hermione's mind, and then she smiled at herself... How could it be possible? No matter how insidious and cunning Nietzsche was, he was only dealing with bad guys, and he had his own set of moral values.

Besides, wasn't she looking at the other person?

Nietzsche had not yet learned Legilimency, so naturally he had no idea what kind of storm was going on in Hermione's mind. He just spread out the newspaper, covered his face with it, and his body tilted slightly with the vibration of the train.

So, his head accidentally rested on Hermione's shoulder.