Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Look here! Can you see it, everyone?" Lockhart, dressed in fancy clothes with a flower in his breast pocket, came out of the car.

"Professor Lockhart?!" Hermione covered her mouth after taking a sip of lemonade and almost washed the hair of the person in the front row.

"This is the latest British invention patent... Believe me, you won't see a second one like this anywhere else." Lockhart seemed to enjoy the feeling of being on the stage, and he was also very good at doing it.

His singing-like way of speaking quickly aroused the interest of the audience.

"Nonsense!" Someone whistled and said humorously, "I have one parked in my garage."

"Really?" Lockhart tilted his ear and made many people laugh with exaggerated body movements. "Then would your car be... like this?"

He pressed a button, and the tires of the car on the stage began to shrink, flip 90 degrees, and then floated in the air.

An American sitting nearby didn't even notice that the ice cream in his hand had melted and the sticky sugar water had dripped onto his clothes, but Lockhart was very satisfied with the surprised looks of these No-Majs.

This further satisfied his vanity.

"Let me introduce you to this, this is a 'hover car'..."

"Is this a continuation of Germany's magnetic levitation system?" someone cried out.

"No, no, no, we have truly overcome gravity and can allow objects to remain in a stable and free suspended state in six degrees of freedom." Lockhart, with his signature smile, brought out the speech he had prepared in advance.

Although he spoke very clearly, in fact, no one could understand what he was saying.

Anyway, as long as he could explain the magic of magic in a way that Muggles could understand, that would be fine. As for the rest, Lockhart didn't think too much about it, and he performed very dedicatedly.

In fact, he liked this method very much... He didn't need to worry about everything himself, he just needed to do what he was responsible for and good at.

For the first time, Lockhart understood the importance of teamwork.

"Why has no one in the industry ever talked about you?" A middle-aged man raised his hand.

No one will question the authenticity unless Britain has lost its face, so what can be presented at such a summit is real. The only drawback is: why have they never heard of it?

If someone really cracks this epoch-making technology, it will definitely come into the sight of these people.

But no one here except Hermione and Mycroft had ever heard of 'Gilderoy Lockhart'.

"Because we want to keep it mysterious...Mystery always feels so wonderful, right?" He said slowly, "Come on, at least you can control it to spin around on the stage!"

Lockhart invited the middle-aged No-Maj.

To be honest, Hermione always felt that Lockhart, with a microphone and bright clothes, was not an inventor, but more like... a late-night comedy commercial host.

"What's your name?" said Lockhart.

"Just call me Howard..." He walked across the seats calmly and got on the bus. He was surprised by the door that opened automatically. "I checked it once. How did you end up in the car?"

Of course it's Phantom Transmigration~

However, Lockhart only said this in his heart.

"That's not the point. Okay... hold the steering wheel. You don't need to look at the fuel gauge, so please look ahead and smile~" Lockhart suddenly took out a camera and took a photo of himself and the No-Maj.

Then he put the photo in Howard's pocket and took a picture of it.

It seems to be saying: It is your honor to take a photo with Lockhart, little chicken~

Volume 1: Chapter 134: How to Talk to a Millionaire

In just over an hour, the full functions of this 'magic car' were vividly demonstrated.

Those Americans thought they would have to listen to several hours of scientific research reports and boring explanations, but they didn't expect that this time it would be a different story. They even left their female companions and rushed to grab the right to experience it.

Lockhart proved to be an excellent performer.

"Oh my god, can't they be more gentlemanly?" Mycroft looked at the crooked chair and complained calmly, "I thought that after the war of unification, those northerners would not be the same as the southerners."

Those crazy people even crawled under the car regardless of the danger. After making sure that there was nothing to support it, they became even more excited.

It is indeed perfect to let Lockhart handle this kind of thing, because those people want to sponsor it.

"I'm afraid that only NASA before the collapse of the Soviet Union could do this." Mr. Granger couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the people gathered below. At least they don't have to worry about being short of money in this life.

"That means a new NASA is being born." Mycroft swallowed and mentally raised the wizarding community a few levels higher.

Everyone present here has a unique vision, and everyone wants to get a piece of the pie in the new world.

Tens of millions of dollars flowed out of their pockets, 60% of which was managed by Mycroft and the other 40% belonged to Hermione and Lockhart.

But this is just the starting point.

"Ford is willing to pay 20% of the shares!" This is already the highest investment in the field. The man continued, "And you only need to guarantee the quantity and patents every year, Mr. Lockhart..."

The whole audience was in an uproar, except Howard who sat in his seat and laughed.

"The conditions you offer are very good, but what if I invest as a partner and give you 50% of the shares? What will you choose?" Howard emphasized again, "Cooperation, my friend."

Lockhart panicked, and as if he knew where Hermione was, he looked up at them.

Mycroft nodded slightly.

"No problem~" Lockhart made up his mind, and then gave them an apologetic smile, "It seems that Howard and I really get along well. How about this, we stay and talk alone after this."

It's not about the right price, it's about monopoly...

Mycroft must ensure that they do not reveal their true identity, because those No-Maj's do not know the existence of magic, so he must eliminate this hidden danger. Even if Howard only takes 10%, he will be the final winner.

"Young man, I represent old Ford. Don't be blinded by the immediate benefits." The man kindly reminded.

Signaling Lockhart not to think that the bigger the number, the better.

However, Howard ignored this provocation. He reached out and pushed everyone away to rescue Lockhart.

"Who is that?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"An investor who has become very popular recently. I heard that he started out by selling arms and is very famous in his industry." Mycroft pulled out a ventilator from his arms and took a few breaths of oxygen before he seemed to relax.

The deal was finalized.

By the time Hermione and her parents walked out of the exhibition hall, their legs were shaking, especially Hermione. Although she had become an invisible rich woman, she was full of anger towards Nietzsche in her heart.

Who told him not to tell me in advance? !

Surprise...it's almost like a shock!

She seemed to see Nietzsche suddenly jump out from the side, open his arms, and say with a grin: Are you happy? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?

"You may be the richest little wizard in your school now. How do you feel?" Mycroft held his belly and swung his cane slowly in circles.

"No... I don't know." Hermione pulled her hair into a bird's nest and said dejectedly, "I haven't planned anything yet, I just wanted to watch the fun, and then... Aaaaaaaah!!"

She had the money.

and then?

It was just that Nietzsche and the state apparatus operated so fast, so fast that she thought it was just a fragile dream.

Mycroft took a quick look at her and instantly formed a rough idea of ​​Hermione Granger's character in his mind. He now knew what kind of personality this girl had.

Very steady, likes to proceed step by step in everything.

"This money belongs to you. No matter how you squander it, no one will think it's wrong. But it's better to keep it... For example, you may need it in the future to invest in your friends, or to expand your market and network."

"Warm reminder---those guys who monopolize the resources in the magic world will not sit idly by and watch you liberate your slaves."

Hermione couldn't help but think of the Ministry of Magic.

You have to know that Lucius was once Minister Fudge's advisor. Who knows if another pure-blood would take his place after he was sent to Azkaban? After all, that minister was a man who liked "balance" and thought he was very smart.

"You want me to bribe you?" Hermione couldn't help but raise her voice.

"That's not what I said," said Mycroft, with a quick, glaring expression.

This kid, why did he suddenly think in this direction?

Anyway, he didn't teach these things. When the professors at Hogwarts see that the once honest Granger has become a politician, they can't put the blame on him.

Then, Hermione took her parents to the Paris Fashion Show.

She is in a good mood today. Now that she has money, she wants to let her parents enjoy it first.

Mrs. Granger looked at those top brands. She was mesmerized by the colorful symbols alone. This made Mr. Granger suffer. He accompanied his wife from beginning to end and did not even have time to drink the wine handed to him by the waiter.

Just then, Hermione suddenly heard a voice that disgusted her extremely.

"Mom, why are we smiling at these Muggles?" Draco Malfoy pulled at his suit in annoyance. "This suit is so tight that I can hardly breathe. They are looking at me like a monkey."

Hermione gently pulled on Mycroft's finger, and the latter motioned for his butler to accompany the Grangers.

Next to Draco was a slender woman with blue eyes and long blond hair. The smile on her face seemed to be forced, which was the only thing that detracted from her beauty.

Whenever those noble ladies stood next to her, her facial muscles would begin to stiffen, as if she smelled something dirty, and as cold as daffodils.

Draco was also very tired of these Muggles. Judging from his protective actions and respectful tone, this person should be his mother.

"How did they get here?" said Hermione, frowning.

"Who? That woman and child?" Mycroft was puzzled, so he explained, "Most of the people here are invited by the royal family and Paris fashion houses. They are either models or partners."

But he reacted immediately.

Whatever made Granger so confused must be related to wizards, so this is a good thing~

You know, his bosses were worried about where to arrest people, so they directly sent those old aristocratic royal family members here.

"Since she's your classmate, go say hello." Mycroft placed a bug on her and then pushed her hard.

Hermione was pushed out of the crowd. Her messy curly hair was very conspicuous here. Draco, who had been on guard all the time, immediately spotted one of the culprits who had caused the Malfoy family to fall into the abyss.

At the same time, he was also keeping an eye on whether Nietzsche was here too.

"Huh, who invited you here?" Draco looked at the girl walking over with a stern face, and said sarcastically as much as he could, "Go away, people who don't even have formal clothes are not welcome here."

"Your classmates?" Narcissa turned around when she heard the noise.

"I can't call you a classmate. I don't dare to know the great hero of Gryffindor." He revealed the other party's identity.

The woman's expression immediately turned cold, and she first looked at Hermione's face shrewdly.

He suddenly laughed again and reached out to stroke Draco's head.

"Not necessarily unwelcome, Draco~" Narcissa said viciously, "Look at your classmates' childish appearance, maybe the Muggle who invited us likes this kind of little girl?"

Hermione gritted her teeth and walked up to them.

But Narcissa didn't care and threatened: "There is no Dumbledore's protection here, little girl, welcome to the adult world~"

"Oh? Really?" Granger said contemptuously, "Hurry up and do it. Maybe your family can be reunited in Azkaban."

Wow~ Their insults are really scary~

Volume 1: Chapter 135 Hermione's Backing

Regarding Howard, it's just Fox's personal connection, and has nothing to do with other universes! Just have fun, don't think too much.

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"Where's your little boyfriend?" Narcissa pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the place where she had just shaken hands with someone. "It's really interesting. Who here would invite someone like you...tsk tsk."

She always behaves so harshly, as if only the Malfoy family can enjoy her gentleness.

But...boyfriend? Who?

Nietzsche? The narcissist?

Hermione was about to vomit. Only her friends could make fun of such things, but it was disgusting to be brought up by these people.

"Thanks to you, I am now the head of the Malfoy family." Narcissa reached out and pulled her son behind her, speaking calmly.

Of course she hated Hermione. If it weren't for her and Nietzsche, Lucius would never have been caught and tried by the Ministry of Magic. Facing one of the culprits who caused the Malfoy family to fall into the abyss, Narcissa had only hatred in her heart.

"You're welcome~" Hermione retorted disdainfully, "Perhaps it won't be long before your son can take on important responsibilities like a man."

A Leo like her knows exactly where the opponent's weaknesses are.

Even a simple taunt could hit the mark and break a person's defense, so Narcissa immediately clenched her fists.

"You little..."

"Mrs. Malfoy, why haven't you gone in yet? Everyone is seated." Suddenly, two young men surrounded by servants walked over on the red carpet. One of the men took Narcissa's hand in a gentlemanly manner.