Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Generally speaking, Hermione hated going out to parties, especially those where her parents took her to visit relatives. For Hermione, it was too boring and it would be more interesting to read a few books at home.

But today is different...at least she can see how shy Nietzsche is under Mary's clutches.

Mrs. Granger was the first to speak out: "My dear, your hat is very suitable today. I don't remember you having such a fancy hat at home."

Mary, who had sharp eyes, also noticed something. She looked at the two people who came in and said, "Nietzsche, I haven't bought you any warm gloves...You have good taste, but they are a bit too feminine..."

Nietzsche and Hermione didn't dare to say a word more and could only sit awkwardly between their respective parents.

Volume 1: Chapter 112 Family gathering?

"So what are you going to do after graduation?"

The parents of Hogwarts students gathered around a plate of pheasant stewed with potatoes, oysters and selected white wine and began to question the two people who had just entered their second year.

Hermione would always keep silent about this kind of "diplomacy".

What can I say? Can I tell my parents and Mr. and Mrs. Watson: "Oh, we rescued a professor from terrorists last year, and we are planning to catch a basilisk this year, and we will be detectives in the wizarding world in the future?"

It sounds good, but if the Grangers heard their daughter doing these things, they would definitely expel her from school.

'You solve it...' Hermione winked at Nietzsche.

"Mr. Granger, we are only in the second grade." Nietzsche looked at the bottle of wine and swallowed, "But in five years, we should be able to work in the government."

"Really?" Mr. Granger swallowed the juicy chicken breast before continuing, "But didn't Hermione say that wizards can't come into contact with ordinary people?"

It’s not wrong, after all, that was in the past.

"There are some. After all, I know a wizard who works in a government department." He smiled and said, "Don't worry, wizards are still in great demand here... Maybe Hermione will become a friend of the Prime Minister someday."

This made the tipsy Mr. Granger very happy, and he ruffled his daughter's curly hair.

But Wendell Granger just took it as a joke. He had no idea that his daughter could be so charming... If she was really that charming, she wouldn't have been bullied every day at school.

As for the British government, he still believed in it.

"But being a teacher is not bad either." Mary rolled her eyes at her fiancé and complained, "At least you won't be hanging out with your friends all day and gambling from time to time."

Idle away?

Nietzsche and Hermione lowered their heads at the same time and concentrated on eating.

Seeing Watson's helpless look, Mr. Granger filled a glass for him... We are all men, it's not easy...

"But why have I never heard of this?" Mrs. Granger asked curiously, "If there were wizards in the British government, we should know about it, instead of saying that Muggles and wizards are forbidden to contact each other."

She had a vivid memory of the conversation during Professor McGonagall's first visit.

After all, Mrs. Granger had already asked her husband to prepare Hermione for living in the wizarding world in the future, and was even ready to open a secret account... But now Nietzsche's words suddenly gave her hope.

"Because it's not time yet, the Ministry of Magic doesn't want wizards to have too much contact with us, but later wizards will slowly appear in everyone's vision, but in another way..."

Although the Grangers did not understand what Nietzsche meant, Hermione understood it immediately.

Wizards will not suddenly appear in front of people, but their works will appear in people's daily lives... Only by allowing them to enter human society can they not be excluded by the government.

"That's great. I thought Hermione would leave us and live in some wizarding gathering place in the future." Mrs. Granger said happily.

"But by doing this, won't it violate the laws of the Ministry of Magic?" Mr. Granger seized a linguistic loophole and said vaguely, "Because you said that the Ministry of Magic doesn't want wizards to be exposed to ordinary people like us."

And listening to Nietzsche, he always felt that the policies between the two worlds were completely opposite.

Opposition means contradiction, and Mr. Granger doesn't want his daughter to be caught by the unreasonable Ministry of Magic one day...

If it really doesn't work, the professor is a good guy and he believes his daughter can do it.

Watson, who was sitting on the side, noticed Nietzsche's silence, as if he had swallowed back something difficult to say, so he straightened his tie and calmly tried to smooth things over.

"But who knows the future? Maybe those laws will disappear one day." With a polite smile, he made Nietzsche's meaning very clear.

future...

Watson saw through his little thoughts and couldn't help feeling a little worried. He was about to pour himself another glass of white wine, but was stopped by Mary.

"Three cups a day, you promised," she said with a smile.

After the party, when Mary went to see the Grangers off, Watson immediately took the opportunity to pull out the cork of the bottle and took two big gulps. His violent drinking made his face, which had not changed just now, turn red immediately.

Then he stuffed it back in, put it back in place, and pretended nothing had happened.

"Don't say you have nothing to do with this matter..." Watson's intuition is very sharp.

These were all developed during the time he and Sherlock spent time together. Just from Nietzsche's attitude and words, one can tell his connection with certain things...but the most important thing is that he understands Nietzsche, John Holmes.

Wait, before he met Mary, why didn't he give Nietzsche the last name 'Watson'?

"I thought what you cared about most was why I didn't move in with you." Nietzsche felt unexpectedly surprised.

"Don't be ridiculous. I never thought I could defeat Sherlock Holmes." Watson slumped down in his chair in frustration, completely losing all gentlemanly manners. "I shouldn't have let you register as a resident of Sherlock Holmes's family."

He was trying to save trouble at the time. After all, he was penniless and had just retired from the battlefield. The government would conduct a series of checks on him to ensure whether he was eligible for adoption.

But Sherlock Holmes is different. He has a clean background and a family, which can save him a lot of trouble.

"We will always support you, but you have to at least give Mary a reliable explanation... I don't want to wait until the day when you are fighting and Mary is dragged into it without any defense," said Watson.

"Someone almost died in the school." Nietzsche said suddenly.

"Um...ah? What?!" Watson's eyes widened and he straightened up immediately, "You never mentioned it in your letter!"

"What? Some people are using the lives of Muggle students to achieve their own political goals?" Nietzsche rubbed his face violently. "Think about Mary. She will definitely point a gun at the professor's nose and ask me to drop out of school."

When he talked about his mother who was a tutor, he felt nothing but admiration.

I was scolded so much when I was a child that I almost had a psychological trauma, because Mary really has a way of dealing with children.

Watson never thought that his son would experience such a thing in a school. He thought that Nietzsche was blessed by Merlin and King Arthur for not bullying others.

"I can't get away because someone is going after Hermione." Nietzsche began to shake his legs. "In fact, things in the wizarding world are no cleaner than outside. They are even worse..."

What's even more uncomfortable is that Dumbledore is restricted in every way.

Nietzsche then went home, wrote a letter, and took a lot of dried meat. Then he asked Mercury, who was temporarily staying at Holmes's house, to start working and deliver the letter to Harry Potter.

Volume 1: Chapter 113: Harry and Nietzsche's Conspiracy

One night before returning to school, Harry did not fall asleep. Instead, he sneaked out of bed, ran to the Gryffindor common room, and sat in front of the fireplace to read the letter.

From the tone and handwriting, he seemed to have seen Nietzsche, smoking a liquorice stick as a pipe, briefly explaining to him the conspiracy of Malfoy surrounding Weasley.

"They're making it so mysterious that I thought they were really targeting me." Harry covered his mouth and turned his head back halfway through his sentence.

"When we return to school, we won't be able to guarantee whether Ron is real or not." Nietzsche made it clear in the letter, "We now need to figure out how Lucius ensured that the Chamber of Secrets could be opened."

Talking in school is actually not as easy as speaking in the outside world.

Harry sat on the warm carpet with his back against the wall. The faint flickering light in the fireplace was particularly eye-catching in the dark night of the holiday. Harry rubbed his hands, then grabbed a snowball from the windowsill and threw it outside.

He was very happy to meet his friends late at night, and the freezing cold wind blew away his worries about his friends and his fear of the secret room.

"Speaking of this..." Harry tried hard to recall things related to Lucius, "I do remember the day I went to Diagon Alley with the Weasleys before school started... At that time, I used Floo powder to run to Knockturn Alley."

Knockturn Alley?

That's right, Hagrid said Diagon Alley was a gathering place for dark wizards. Harry took some snow water and applied it to his eyelids. He saw with his own eyes that Lucius was dealing with the remaining dark magic items. "

Harry then looked difficult again, as if recalling the past was a very painful thing for him.

He thought: 'Borgin...Burke? Maybe because of last year's recording and this year's big search, Lucius was in a hurry to clean up those dark magic items...Haha, someone else should have seen his face at that time.'

Lucius Malfoy was of course very anxious, and at the same time he was also very anxious to retaliate.

After he finished reading the letter, it automatically caught fire and burned the kraft paper into ashes. Harry could only clap his hands into the fire.

But on second thought, he now needed to keep an eye on who Ron usually came into contact with... and if there was anything suspicious about him... You know, it is difficult for him to monitor a person, not to mention that the target is his best friend.

But fortunately, Nietzsche finally returned to school the next evening.

"I didn't see Ron do anything." Harry waited for him to get off the carriage and immediately pulled him aside. "He either slept all day, played chess with others, or stayed with me."

Nietzsche gave an apologetic smile to the brown-haired girl behind him and motioned for her to go first.

Then the two of them walked under the withered ivy curtain and looked up at the densely packed wizards holding their wands.

"He can't be in two places at the same time. I mean... who else could it be but you?"

"Let me think... Ginny?" Harry said nonchalantly, "You know, that girl just entered school and encountered such a thing. It's inevitable that she is a little scared. Not only Ron, but her three brothers are comforting her."

Harry looked up, not sure whether he was looking at his classmates climbing the stairs or at the stars.

But Nietzsche thought he should be looking for a classmate, because there was a kind of envy in Harry's eyes... He envied Ginny's family.

But something happened that gave Harry goose bumps on the back of his neck - Nietzsche did not pick up the conversation, but fell into deep thought. This was not a good sign, because it meant that he had discovered something related.

So Harry took a few steps back and said in disbelief: "You're not thinking about Ginny, are you?! But...but what if it's someone else? Like George, Percy, etc..."

"Don't be silly. Don't you know the tacit understanding between George and Fred?" Nietzsche felt that he had found a clue to the answer. "Malfoy's potion can't support him to spend energy to deceive two people."

He did not raise that possibility.

Nietzsche had an almost intuitive feeling - yes, taking care of a sick sister was indeed a good reason to get close to Weasley.

In the following days, Nietzsche had been observing the relationship between Ron and Ginny consciously or unconsciously... Fortunately, the little girl was always taken care of by Hermione, because Ginny seemed too... too docile?

At least compared to his four brothers, that's the feeling he gives.

"Let's all smile, okay?" Lockhart waved his hands in the hall, "I have good news to tell you all... Yes, the murderer was caught during your holidays!"

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw looked confused, neither of them had heard of this.

"Who? Are they those pure-bloods who hate Muggles?" Hannah looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"That's impossible. I saw them on the stairs this morning," said Anthony from Ravenclaw. "Could there be others?"

"It's Rubeus Hagrid!" Lockhart felt a lot more relaxed. He stood in front of the guest of honor and said happily, "Who would have thought that the big guy had already opened the Chamber of Secrets more than fifty years ago..."

But no one could laugh.

Because everyone had heard about Hagrid's boasting and adulation of Headmaster Dumbledore. The former had just been arrested by the Ministry of Magic, and the latter was suspended by the school board the next second.

"This is impossible!" Neville said angrily, clenching his fists.

"Dear Mr. Longbottom, if the Ministry of Magic did not have solid evidence to prove Hagrid guilty, it would not take him away." Lockhart's tone sounded very firm, and he had complete faith in the Ministry of Magic.

He also reached out and flicked the Order of Merlin, Class 3, on his chest. This was his position - everything the Ministry of Magic did was right.

At this time, Draco brought his faction closer together... in a Hogwarts surrounded by worry and fear.

"Believe me, look... I didn't even go home for Christmas, and I'm still alive and well, right?" Draco opened his arms and boasted, "If you can come in, maybe I can reserve a seat for you."

His words shook some centrists, but in the end no one responded.

In this life-threatening situation, even the most self-protective Slytherins could see Draco's true face. They trusted themselves more than the charity of others.

"This matter should have been handed over to me a long time ago...Okay, everyone, if you want to forget the unpleasant things that happened this year, I can help you." Lockhart said happily, "I am very good at helping people forget their troubles."

No one believed Gilderoy Lockhart's ridiculous attitude.

And forget their troubles... They would rather drink a whole bottle of forgetfulness potion! Look at Harry Potter's arm. They don't want to lose their brains because of Lockhart's mistake.

"It's not over yet, is it?" Ginny sat next to Hermione, twisting her fingers around the diary in her arms.

"It's not over yet!" Hermione knocked on the table and said angrily, "The murderer can't think of getting away with it. This has nothing to do with Dumbledore and Hagrid. I just want to make him pay... Don't worry, I already know who it is."

Ginny shook her body and her face turned pale. She looked at Hermione's profile in horror, as if something was blocked in her heart.

But she didn't say anything and quickly stuffed some mashed potatoes into her mouth.

Volume 1: Chapter 114: Foolish and Unhappy

In fact, Nietzsche and Hermione's findings were correct.

The person Malfoy turned into was Ron Weasley. He never thought that he would become such an ugly thing...not to mention the taste of the potion.

It tasted like a bottle of hot and sour sauce that had been diluted with water, but the spiciness was not diluted at all. Draco just felt that every time he pinched his nose to drink it, his throat would be a little hoarse... although he knew it was an illusion.

What opens the secret room is not a key or a password, but an ordinary-looking diary.

But Draco had seen his father always writing and drawing in the diary at home, and interestingly, he also left this dark magic item to the Weasley family.

"Dragon scum."