Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

This is all thanks to Nietzsche. After MI6 dug up the Malfoy family's scandals, the Prime Minister and the Queen immediately began to examine the royal family.

They wanted to see if there were any collateral princes and princesses secretly colluding with those pure-blood wizards.

"They think this will help the economy?" Nietzsche asked puzzledly.

"Help?" Mycroft said helplessly, "They even think that a car that can float will surely make Britain rise in the world. You simply don't hear those people say crazy things like 'Great Britain can become the sun never sets again'."

He didn't know how to explain the fanaticism.

In fact, Mycroft really wanted to tell them that the domestic mess had not been resolved, and the diplomatic relations with the Irish Republican Army had not been finalized, but they began to fantasize about the beautiful dream of the British Empire.

It's really a British tradition - if it works, use it to the fullest extent.

Volume 1: Chapter 132: Ravenclaw, a Respectable Man

After resting for a while, Nietzsche buried his head in Quirrell's laboratory the next week.

He originally wanted to ask Hermione to join him, but she was busy replying to her friends' letters and couldn't get away for the time being.

But this gave Quirinus a headache, not because of Nietzsche's joining, but because of another person - Gilderoy Lockhart.

"You didn't say he'd come." Quirrell looked at Lockhart, who was grinning like a country bumpkin, poking at the bottle and touching the machine tool, and he began to get angry. "Anyone could do it, why this idiot?"

"Because I'm not an adult yet..." Nietzsche pointed to his wand innocently.

There was no other way. If he relied on Lockhart alone, there was no telling how long he would have to wait, and he himself could not use magic, so he could only bring him to "join" Quirrell.

So, two Ravenclaws who disliked each other bumped into each other.

"What are you talking about!" Lockhart stood behind the display case, looking at the two of them and said, "You are too backward, Quirinus, go to Diagon Alley and ask around, everyone knows who I am!"

His face was squashed by the glass jar, making his expression of disgust even more distorted.

What Professor Quirrell? He had never heard of such a person in the wizarding world. If Nietzsche had not insisted that he cooperate with others, he would not have come... To invent the magic car, he alone was enough!

"Thief," said Quirrell grimly.

"Mediocre!" Lockhart took out his wand and, like a monkey in a circus, turned it over in all kinds of ways.

"Oh? So you want to compete with me?"

"Come on, let me see how big the gap is between you and the Dark Lord."

Lockhart reported his proudest achievement - defeating the Dark Lord's soul.

However, this had no effect on Quirrell. He took off his work clothes and rubber gloves, and simply waved his palms to the left and right, and moved all the shelves to the wall.

"Dark Lord? As if no one has ever won..."

Nietzsche looked at the two people whose styles were becoming increasingly strange, and complained in his heart: When did Voldemort become a unit?

"You two...can you please be serious!" He slumped in his chair, spinning around in confusion, "Can't you just work together and build a magic car? The future of the wizarding world depends on you."

Lockhart sensed Quirrell's powerful magic and suddenly backed off a little, but still said with his neck stiff, "I'm used to working alone!"

"Is this your new partner?" Quirrell sneered a few times, turned his head and said to the person behind him, "Excuse me - it's not very good. I thought you would never make a mistake."

As early as when he was a student, he found such a person in Ravenclaw.

A lion and freak in Ravenclaw, who only knows how to attract the attention of classmates and professors by showing off all day long.

"In fact, it was the right decision for Nietzsche to find me to cooperate with him." Lockhart said, flattering himself to the utmost. "I can lead the trend among wizards, unlike you... who hides in a laboratory and studies the dark arts by yourself."

It also sets the trend, and it would be great if I could not follow suit.

"You know all the shit he does. It wouldn't have to be so troublesome..." Quirrell couldn't help but complain.

He was like a busy butler. He had just finished the task at hand, and the next second, his master came up with a new idea, so he, the butler, had to start preparing all over again.

Looking at Lockhart who was arguing with him, Quirrell, who had accepted Voldemort's thoughts, revealed his dark side.

What I mean is, if you can threaten someone, just use that. He really can't stand this idiot arguing with him. Comparing qualifications with such a person would really lower his own standards.

"Fear is not a motivation. I need his wholehearted commitment." Nietzsche repeated his motto again.

At this time, Lockhart picked up a gun engraved with spells. He didn't understand those Muggle weapons, but he could vaguely guess the relationship between Quirrell and these things - Quirinus Quirrell was making new weapons.

He touched the cool, smooth body of the gun, then found a trigger underneath, the only thing he could pull.

As soon as he pulled the trigger, Lockhart could see condensed magic pulses bursting out from the muzzle, replacing the traditional physical bullets. The huge recoil made him involuntarily lift the gun, causing the red beam to hit the ceiling.

With a "bang", a gap was blown open in the ceiling, and the sunlight left an irregular pattern on the floor.

"Idiot!" While he was still in a daze, Quirrell immediately used the Disarming Spell and the Spell of Flying to take back the experiment subject.

"Uh... well, you barely qualify." Lockhart hurriedly hid aside and stammered, "Well, I... I'll go drive the car in..."

Quirrell's nose was crooked with anger.

Think about it, the people he deals with every day are rigorous Muggle research experts, or all kinds of attentive parliamentarians and ministers, but now he is just a reluctant assistant?

If it weren't for Nietzsche, Lockhart wouldn't even be qualified to set foot here!

"Don't look at him as a fool. Actually, he..." Nietzsche was also embarrassed and could only desperately make excuses. "You are in charge of different areas. He is good at writing novels, and we also need his publicity."

Quirrell nodded and said calmly, "Mascot, right?"

Nietzsche coughed several times and said nothing, as if he agreed.

It was not until Lockhart accidentally crashed a car into the wall at the door of the laboratory in excitement that he whispered, "It's good that we know it, but don't say it in front of him."

Although Quirrell didn't want to pay attention to the other party, for the sake of his ideals, he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

All afternoon long, his ears were filled with Lockhart's pointing and criticizing. He was the one who performed most of the spells, while Lockhart just watched the show with a conical beaker filled with wine.

Of course, he would still take action occasionally...such as using the simplest anti-locking spell.

"Here is the engine, remember to add the braking spell, do you understand? I have repaired one in school a long time ago." Lockhart held the wand with his orchid fingers, and the splashing oil made him change his position.

On the other hand, Nietzsche and Chirruo, who were helping out, had sticky hands and a pungent smell all over their bodies.

"Then come over here and carve the spell for me!"

"It's too dirty." Lockhart stood on tiptoe and said with disgust, "I have to go to a book club meeting tonight. What if someone finds out that there's black stuff stuck in my hair...Here, you got it wrong~"

He pointed to a spot and said something about using a broomstick slowing charm (a spell to reduce shock and stop speed) instead of a dampening charm.

Because the shock-absorbing spell reduces vibrations, similar to the effect of a 'cushion', while the deceleration spell directly prevents movement, it can be used in conjunction with the braking spell.

It sounds very reasonable, but it makes life difficult for the other two people.

Fortunately, there was no problem with Lockhart's language description, and in just one afternoon, they successfully made a most basic magic car - with only flying and control functions.

"That's great. When readers ask me how to make it, at least I can answer some questions." Lockhart said with a smile.

When he was about to get on the car to try his hand, Nietzsche and Quirrell kicked him away one by one.

"Put it here. You can't just play with it. You have to keep it for modification and exhibition." Nietzsche showed no mercy and even a stern face as he wiped the oil on his hands onto his gorgeous clothes.

Although he knew he could use a cleansing spell to clean it up, he just wanted to disgust Lockhart.

"But how can I get back?" Lockhart said in surprise, "I still need to show this kind of thing to those ignorant wizards."

"want to?"

Nietzsche and Quirrell looked at each other and simultaneously kicked him out of the laboratory.

"Then make another car that's inferior to yours tomorrow!"

Volume 1: Chapter 133 This person sounds familiar

Lockhart is half-baked at everything except the Oblivion Charm he has been pondering for a long time.

Wasn't it Granger who helped repair Arthur Weasley's car at school? Therefore, it was of course Hermione who really helped Lockhart understand the principles of magic.

So one morning during the summer vacation, Hermione, who was eating frosted strawberry pudding, received an invitation and ticket.

"London International Exhibition?" Hermione looked at the unfamiliar icon and asked in confusion, "I haven't heard of this thing. When did it happen?"

The description on the invitation seemed to be some kind of summit, a technology and military exhibition to attract investors.

But what does this have to do with a wizard like her...Oh no, Hermione suddenly thought of the magic car, but isn't it too ostentatious? And who sent it? She didn't remember paying attention to these things.

"I heard about it at Christmas," Mr. Granger said while eating breakfast. "I heard that nowadays, we are gradually entering globalization, so some markets have been opened up to attract those wealthy Americans to invest here."

There is no way~

Ever since the War of Independence, Britain has been unable to do anything to the Americans, and the former overlord has changed.

"Did you subscribe to it?" Hermione raised the invitation in her hand, "Or rather, was it a small gift from one of your guests?"

Wendell Granger thought about it and realized that among all the guests he had met, the only one who could be considered a big shot was Nietzsche's uncle...but the two little ones didn't know about this.

The day the two of them returned from Hogwarts happened to be the day Mycroft went to see the dentist.

"Probably from that guest." Mrs. Granger wiped her hands and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Hermione looked at her mysterious parents and could only give up.

When they got off work and arrived at an exhibition park in the center of London, they realized how grand this summit was. The people lining up in front of them were all "Golden Hemp Chickens".

Those who passed first gathered at the fashion show and applauded the various models.

Hermione was so shocked by the broadened horizons that she didn't know where to go next, but she soon knew the purpose of her visit - because a simple cane pushed her out of the queue.

"Sending you an invitation is just a formality~" Mycroft, wearing a tuxedo, led the Granger family directly into the exhibition hall.

Behind him followed a young man with a straight back and chest, curly hair parted in the middle, and two small mustaches under his nose. He looked like a personal attendant such as a butler.

"Wow, uh...thank you." Mr. Granger looked at the neatly lined up team behind him, a little surprised at the act of breaking the secular rules, "and your gift, it looks very valuable."

In the center of the square, there are several ballet dancers hanging upside down, and their white costumes are even more moving at night.

From Mr. Granger's perspective, this place is full of opportunities and greed, and all the bizarre things in this world seem to be concentrated on these small round tables, which makes Mr. and Mrs. Granger a little uncomfortable.

Cigars and cocktails, tuxedos and skirts...

"Those artists from Paris are not the point, but if your wife likes, she can go and pick out a few dresses." Mycroft walked forward laboriously, still chattering on, "My boss is short of money recently."

"Excuse me, who is your boss..."

"Britain, the British people, whatever you want to say," he said quickly. "As you can see, for the sake of pensions, I have to find a way to make those Americans willingly pay some money out of their pockets."

The Gulf War was not enough to fill their stomachs.

In order to get these Americans to inject another large amount of gold, they came up with a final plan - to announce to the outside world that Britain's automobile and scientific research had made a leap forward.

Mycroft led them to a giant makeshift tent with a Bentley placed above the stage.

At this time, Hermione could hear some people whispering:

"Is this the latest product? I've seen it, there are no new features, no new appearance, and even no fuel tank..."

"Without the fuel tank, isn't it just a model?!"

Here it comes, Hermione's left eye throbbed wildly.

"This is a groundbreaking product...but because of another person, Miss Granger only owns 30% of the shares." Mycroft said shockingly, without giving anyone time to prepare.

"Thirty!" Mrs. Granger held up a trembling finger.

She almost fainted and could only hold her husband's shoulders and look down at her daughter's back.

"If Gilderoy Lockhart hadn't been involved, it would have been about 40 percent... Of course, Nietzsche didn't get his share, ahaha~ that's a huge number, but he insisted on giving it to you."

After Hermione came out of her shock, she clutched her chest.

This was too sudden. She could become a millionaire just by coming back from school, calling her friends, writing letters and reading books?

"Why?" Hermione asked puzzledly, "I'm not the only one doing this."

Seeing that the girl was not ecstatic about the sudden wealth, nor did she feel lucky because of the gift, Mycroft showed some appreciation and his mouth naturally started to chatter.

This is a man who can accomplish great things... he thought to himself.

"Because you need to retain some of your strength in the wizarding world. Material power can give you a solid foundation before doing anything. Also, I heard that you have a lot of... friends in school... right?"

Although British pounds cannot be exchanged for many gold Galleons in Gringotts, hard currency like gold is different.

Everything Hermione has created here will serve as her backing in the wizarding world. Once the patents are acquired, she will never be in dire straits in the wizarding world as long as the Muggle governments around the world are not paralyzed.

The lights in the venue began to dim, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger supported each other and sat down.

They looked at Hermione. They could no longer hear the discussions among the businessmen around them, the sounds of burning matches, the laughter between men and women...or rather, they no longer cared about it at all.