Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The professors all agreed with her speech. Even Snape surprisingly did not mock her for her eloquence. He just quietly drank in a corner at the end of the main guest seats, one glass after another.

'Maybe she's right, maybe I'm just a pathetic victim...' Drunk Snape kept replaying Hermione's words in his mind.

Perhaps the harm done to him by the pure-bloods has never faded.

Because turning a victim into a new perpetrator is itself the greatest harm.

Volume 1: Chapter 130: The Most Pleasant End of the School Year

From then on, their days were filled with playing besides completing their homework.

Because the final exam is gone~

Nietzsche always heard Hermione complain about Vice-Principal McGonagall's arrangements. It was rare that she actually started to question the professor's teaching.

"I've been preparing for so long just for the final exam!" She has been in a bad mood since she heard that the school canceled the exam. "In the end, just to reward the students, my final assessment for this semester was cancelled..."

"Isn't this good?" Nietzsche said as he stood on the lawn and fed the fire dragon.

"No! Even if I can keep my grades higher than yours, that's only from last semester!" Hermione was obsessed with it. "Otherwise you'll say, 'There were no exams in the second year, but I've actually surpassed you.'"

Nietzsche coughed a few times and wiped the saliva that splashed onto his face.

In fact, he really planned to say so in the future, at least he could eat and live with Hermione until the third grade final exams came out...

In the summer, when the mandrake was fully mature, the three students and Mrs. Norris who were attacked by the basilisk were freed from the petrification effect, but the first thing they said when they woke up was that they were hungry.

Until the end of the term, everyone had time in the sun.

Nietzsche also accompanied Smaug to visit the Forbidden Forest and occasionally went to read Lockhart's new book.

Finally, a few days before the end of the semester, he finally got some good news - Lockhart no longer needed to teach classes or prepare for exams, so he finally finished the manuscript of "Flying Car and My Bizarre Adventure".

"It's perfect. I even highlighted its advantages of being crash-resistant and more comfortable than a broomstick." Lockhart said while sitting in the passenger seat, leaning against the car window.

Nietzsche read the novel over and over again and finally understood it. He had to say that Lockhart was truly a talented person. He took all the credit for himself and even involved the basilisk.

In this book, he became a hero who came out of nowhere - when the professors were struggling, Lockhart drove a car and knocked over the basilisk, giving everyone a glimmer of hope.

Okay, okay, this can also be connected.

If Smaug could talk, the first thing he would probably do is to crush and burn the car that stole his credit in front of Lockhart.

"You forgot one thing," said Nietzsche.

After Lockhart handed over the manuscript, he didn't dare to breathe. After all, he knew how outrageous his writing was. But he didn't expect Nietzsche to think it was not enough? !

He raised a malicious smile like Snape and said to the professor, "Why didn't you write that you discovered that Draco Malfoy secretly collected herbs and made Polyjuice Potion?"

"Well, well, well..." Lockhart scratched his golden hair and said with a grin, "Isn't this meant to be my most capable assistant? Nietzsche, you can be as popular as I am in the future."

In fact, he just didn't dare.

First, he did not dare to take the credit for Nietzsche's work, and second, he did not dare to offend those pure-blood families.

Nietzsche put the novel down, walked slowly to Lockhart's car window, and placed his hands on his shoulders. His shadow was cast on the table, blocking the last bit of sunlight for Professor Lockhart.

"Write, I allow you to write." Nietzsche dusted him off and said softly.

"Ming...understood."

Wait, that's not right, Lockhart came to his senses and remembered that he is still a professor~

But Riddle's screams immediately rang in his ears, and he twisted his tie restlessly. Nietzsche's gentle breathing made him start to touch his neck, as if it would break at any time.

"The clever Professor Lockhart saw through Malfoy's conspiracy, so he drove his magic car and rushed to the Chamber of Secrets... How about this story?"

"No problem." Lockhart shrank his neck and stammered.

is that OK?

He didn't know either, and could only hope that he wouldn't be targeted.

That's how it was. Through Lockhart's novels, most wizards in the magical world became aware of flying cars and the benefits of modifying Muggle items, gradually changing their minds and causing the Muggle Protection Act to lose some of its effects.

This is Nietzsche's 'gift' to wizards.

"By the way, wipe your ass as soon as possible." He continued to remind, "You know what I'm saying..."

"That's totally unnecessary. In fact, no one knows about that except you." Lockhart said confidently, "My Memory Charm allows those old wizards to stay comfortably in the Muggle village."

But Nietzsche knew that once Lockhart's book was released, the response it would cause would be more than just a trend.

No, far more than that. Perhaps it will prompt the improvement of certain laws. This also shows that there will be a direct conflict of interests between Nietzsche and the pure-bloods, and Lockhart will be the first to be attacked.

Whatever is possible will happen, so Nietzsche needs to take precautions.

"You are not just a novelist, but the spokesperson for the flying car. I don't want anything to happen to you." Nietzsche said carefully again, "Make up for the mistakes you made in the past."

Is this easier said than done?

"Make up for it?" Lockhart was distracted. "Do you want me to clarify the facts myself? If a wizard uses the Oblivion Charm on someone at will, he will be imprisoned in Azkaban!"

Nietzsche rolled his eyes. He really wanted to grab Lockhart's ears and loudly ask him if his brain had been destroyed by the Vanishing Curse.

"Publish a statement implying that your inspiration came from the stories you heard while wandering around. Now that those people have forgotten forever, you just need to remove yourself from this mess!"

Just say it's a folk spell you heard and borrowed it for your own use. Who would care whether it's true or not?

Just like Lockhart said, wizards just want to see a handsome, young wizard complete one thing after another that they have never done before, and they will not think about whether this "source of inspiration" really happened.

That way, even if someone discovered something was wrong, it wouldn't involve Lockhart himself.

"Stories are just stories... You just need to keep accurate descriptions of those spells and dark creatures, understand?" Nietzsche picked up the teapot and poured a glass of honey water for the other person.

"This... Let me try." Lockhart's face looked very ugly, but he could only deal with it temporarily.

If you think about it carefully, from a long-term perspective, Nietzsche is absolutely right. If this mess is not resolved, the risks will not disappear but will expand infinitely.

But he was so immersed in these stories that he deceived himself.

(Wait... why do I feel like I'm seeing Mike from Breaking Bad?)

"I will contact you during the summer vacation, and then we will make another magic car, but... remember, for ordinary people, you only need to declare that this is a 'hover car', and you have the core technology, which is enough."

As Nietzsche spoke, Lockhart just sat there and wrote obediently.

All the plans were arranged in an orderly manner, and Lockhart was sure that as long as he completed them safely, he would enjoy more than just signing autographs for others...he might even become an international celebrity.

That's international! He's like Dumbledore!

"You mean, let wizards make magic cars and sell them to Muggles?" Lockhart found something wrong.

"Of course, are we going to sell it to the wizard himself?" Nietzsche looked at him puzzled.

Neuropathy.

Why would a wizard buy a 'hover car' when he can make one himself?

"But the Statute of Secrecy..."

"It seems that Professor Lockhart does not want to be printed on the Chocolate Frog card. Okay, I will find someone else. You just stay as a mascot." Nietzsche quickly changed his mind and agreed immediately.

Lockhart, who was provoked, patted his head, put on a shameless face and smiled again.

"No, I'm just asking~"

Volume 1: Chapter 131 The Sun of Great Britain?

Nietzsche walked aimlessly in the sun-filled corridor of the train.

When they were almost at King's Cross Station, he returned to the compartment, took the newspaper that Hermione hadn't finished reading and began to read it. He suddenly noticed that the ribbon that tied the newspaper this time said "Celebrating the Hot Sale".

Mercury crawled out of the cage and stuck his head out of the window. The speeding train blew his eyes so hard that he couldn't open them.

Tom Riddle attends the Court of Inquisition - Is it Dumbledore's conspiracy against Malfoy? Hogwarts headmaster points a finger at the Minister of Magic

Immediately below the title was a photo of Minister Fudge, who was standing next to the Deputy Minister. The two obese bodies were squeezing in the camera, both wanting to stay in front of the camera for one more second.

The two men acted very angry, and if you didn't read the content, you would think that the minister and the deputy minister were angry because Malfoy deceived them.

"It seems that Fudge didn't know that Riddle was Voldemort, but at least Lucius was dismissed from his position as a school director." Nietzsche said proudly, "Because of the wizards' gossip, Fudge temporarily threw him into Azkaban."

Because the evidence was irrefutable, coupled with the memories that Lockhart extracted from Riddle's diary, Lucius had nowhere to run.

As soon as the news was released, the wizards who lost their jobs because the Malfoy family's territory was taken back also rose up to attack. They shouted wildly in the streets that Malfoy was a despicable villain.

In that black and white picture, Fudge was hit on the head by a rotten egg.

Hermione sipped her iced lemonade, squinting slightly as the golden sunlight filtered through the leaves.

"Azkaban... that's a good place." The girl stretched lazily. "Maybe Lucius won't be lonely. After all, it's a gathering place for dark wizards. Maybe he'll run into some acquaintances right after he enters."

As she fell sideways, she lifted her legs and closed the wooden door of the compartment with her toes, then leaned on Nietzsche's knees and pulled the newspaper from underneath like a hamster.

The whole movement was smooth and fluid.

"Although Ginny was controlled, it still affected Mr. Weasley's Muggle Protection Act."

However, Hermione had no way to deal with this. After all, Voldemort did open the Chamber of Secrets through Ginny's hands, and if it got out, it would have some impact.

This is exactly what Nietzsche wanted, and with Lockhart's subsequent stimulation, wizards can secretly study Muggle items.

Nietzsche secretly glanced down and looked at the pair of chocolate-colored eyes that were reading the newspaper seriously. He felt relieved. At least she didn't know what Lockhart had done. She just thought that he was a liar who made money by telling stories.

The leisure of summer officially begins from now on.

When the train stopped at the station, Nietzsche was the last one to get off. He held on to the handrail with both hands and moved forward little by little.

This time it was Mycroft who came to pick them up. He was wearing a black suit and stood solemnly beside the Grangers. Although he acted very formally, he could not prevent the funny look from being revealed in his figure.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Mycroft looked at him strangely, leaning on his cane.

"It's okay, my legs are just numb from the luggage. I'll be fine after a while." Nietzsche looked at Hermione who was jumping up and down, and added, "It's quite a heavy luggage, probably heavier than what I brought to school."

After hugging her parents, Hermione pouted and showed her teeth.

"Is there no place to put a suitcase on a wizard's train?" Mycroft simply nodded and greeted the Grangers.

Of course there is a place to put the 'suitcase', but what if she insists on freeing up a large space?

"That depends on whether the suitcase is willing or not." Nietzsche straightened his legs and took a stiff step forward.

"You wizards' stuff is really weird..."

In fact, he was not curious about why Uncle Mycroft came to pick him up in person, because he had told him about the plan for the magic car long before leaving school.

This was no small matter. Once word got out about a car that didn't require fuel and could fly, people's speculations alone would be enough to spark discussion. When Nietzsche got on the car, Mycroft couldn't hold back any longer.

After he sat in the driver's seat, he let out a long sigh, as if walking from the parking lot to the station was a long and intense exercise.

"You want wizards to rely on labor production and enter human society?"

Mycroft's words hit the nail on the head, accurately grasping the purpose of the other party's plan.

"If you can find a faster and more stable method than this." Nietzsche spread out his hands without comment, and fell into the rear driver's seat without taking off his shoes, and stepped directly on the seat cushion.

He slowly bent his legs, and the tingling sensation turned into a snowy screen on the TV in his mind.

It's really weird, why didn't he resist at that time?

As Mycroft drove, he saw the shoes on the seat through the rearview mirror on the roof. He felt as if there were ants crawling on them, but his spiritual cynicism made him ignore this behavior.

Yay! Nietzsche stepped on his vanity!

"I'm not saying this method is bad, it just sounds a bit..." Mycroft thought for a moment and continued, "a bit Connie, you know many people are a bit nervous about this."

But as Nietzsche said, the only way for wizards to connect with the outside world is through war, trade and production.

It's just that on some levels, the source of this theory is closer to the former Soviet Union. Although it no longer exists, some people in the UK are just more neurotic and sensitive.

"Our goal is to get the wizard to open the door. At least this huge benefit will be accepted by your boss. Besides... if you don't explain the source of your theory, who will know?" Nietzsche said weakly.

"I have to deal with a bunch of short-sighted people every day. This is the most helpless part for me. Well, I can save a place for you at the exhibition this summer..."

Mycroft looked very humble, and just kept sighing.

Is there always a curse on the Holmes family?

Sherlock remembers every detail of what he sees, but he spends all day giving advice and cleaning up the messes of short-sighted idiots. What about Nietzsche?

I hope wizards are guys who can change their fate...

"My boss is very interested in this matter. You are really lucky because there is no hope for the British economy right now. Even the Queen of England is planning to cut some of the royal family members who are just eating and drinking."