Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

However, Draco did not see this scene because he was facing away from his mother, blocking Hermione's way.

Almost at the same time, Narcissa simply turned around and put a smile on her face. She looked as dignified and beautiful as an ordinary Muggle lady.

"I've been delayed for a long time due to some irrelevant matters. I hope..." Narcissa's tone was surprisingly full of apology.

"It's okay, go in quickly... The royal family is running out of money lately." The man waved his hand casually and said nonchalantly, "But fortunately, we still have taxpayers to back us up, so it's not a big deal."

Hermione stood on tiptoe desperately, trying to look over Draco's shoulder at the two gorgeous princes and princesses.

Then she thought of a way, deliberately looked at Draco with contempt and tried to provoke him.

"Look!" She pointed to the front and said, "As soon as Mr. Malfoy went to Azkaban, your mother found a Muggle...ha~ the adult world. It's a pity that I will never be able to experience this kind of life in my life."

Draco turned his head and found that the dirty Muggle was holding his mother's hand!

But for now he could only suppress the rage in his heart, rushed forward, and hugged Narcissa around the waist like a child acting coquettishly to his mother, causing her to stagger forward a few steps.

Narcissa naturally pulled her hand away and covered it with a handkerchief.

Then Hermione pretended to be a curious child, quietly following the servants and eavesdropping on their conversation as much as possible.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand pounds... This is just the money I got from the royal fund, not including the investment from the French. We only need to wear the clothes they make and take a few photos to earn a lot of money."

"Mr. Malfoy's father invested in some businesses when he was young... What? You want to convert all of it into gold?!"

"Family decline, okay, I understand... Don't worry, believe me, this won't have any impact on our friendship."

Hermione followed them all the way to the highest viewing platform of the exhibition, and then she couldn't stop any further.

When she returned, she found Mycroft supporting his cane with both hands, slightly bent over, his eyes staring at the ground. His dull expression seemed as if he saw a piece of cream cake that had been stepped on by someone on the grass.

Only after he took the bug back from Hermione did he return to his previous calm self.

"Who invited them?" Hermione looked at the style around her and felt a little curious.

"Second-rate princes and princesses, they are not direct descendants anyway." Mycroft took a sweet cake from the cart and stuffed it into his mouth in an upset manner. "They actually took the taxes paid and gave them to wizards."

He swallowed a small piece of cake and continued, "Because my bosses who pay taxes have always been dissatisfied with the extravagance of some members of the royal family, so the prime minister has been trying to stop using the royal funds."

But this is not enough.

It sounds like Malfoy had handed over a small portion of his funds to the dukes and nobles a long time ago. Although he couldn't get the money back legally, he could at least lay off some employees.

And Narcissa exchanged for gold in order to preserve the strength of the magic world...

Wizards, after all, are still reluctant to give up those things, and this is exactly why Mycroft asked Hermione to be prepared. At least before the war, she had enough confidence to support and protect herself.

At the same time, Lockhart's new book is selling as hot as ever in Diagon Alley.

However, the only difference is that Nietzsche has been added this year. With the overwhelming publicity, many people also plan to try the "Different Slytherin Biography" recommended by Lockhart.

"'Salazar Slytherin Speaks'?" Some wizards flipped through it curiously. "I always thought he was an old lunatic."

Once you get involved with Slytherin, nothing good will happen.

It's not just the school. Because of what happened in the past, when they mention Slytherin, they will subconsciously think of dark wizards, and then that mysterious man... But they can't be blamed for this, after all, the Slytherins themselves are very satisfied with this fear.

But this book is quite different - it tells the story of the founder of Slytherin when he was young.

It is hard to imagine that Salazar Slytherin, the sunny, ambitious and unscrupulous character in this film, would be the disheveled weirdo who invented the pure-blood theory in people's memory.

Although it was ridiculous, no one dared to refute its authenticity. On the first page of the book it was printed:

'For this, I would like to thank Professor Binns Cuthbert Ghost'

"It's that old antique from Hogwarts!" a wizard joked in the tavern.

"Let's check out Lockhart's new book. Flying cars... they look so cool." Another wizard said drunkenly, "I have a friend who used to live in a Muggle house and there were all these things on the road."

"What's the big deal? Isn't it just replacing the carriages at Hogwarts with iron ones?" Some people disagreed.

But there were all kinds of people in the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, and their saliva drowned the ignorant wizard.

"Idiot! The people who pull carriages in Hogwarts are the Thestrals. Do Muggles have Thestrals?"

"Let's talk about Salazar Slytherin. When you hear about the Chamber of Secrets case in the school this year, you will understand that this... this young Slytherin is completely different from that old lunatic!"

"Although Binns's classes are the most boring, I don't remember him ever mentioning such things when I was in school."

Tom looked at the wizards who were quarreling over a few novels and rubbed his head impatiently. These guys might start fighting after arguing.

So he drew out his wand and laid it beside the sink.

"Nietzsche... Holmes... these names sound so familiar." Tom Abbott, the bartender, heard the names from the wizards' mouths.

By the way, isn’t this the little lunatic who bankrupted the Malfoy family a while ago?

Volume 1: Chapter 136 Tripartite Talks

While Nietzsche and Hermione were preparing the magic car and the Queen and the Prime Minister were preparing a royal slimming plan, Dumbledore came to a bay in Austria to relax.

With him was Tom Riddle. He looked at the eerie castle in front of him, his heart full of doubts - he suspected that Dumbledore wanted to find a deserted place and kill himself silently.

"Where are you taking me, you hypocritical old man?" Riddle yelled after him.

Dumbledore ignored him, but just pulled up the wooden window on the shore and drove slowly over. When he stepped onto the uneven and polished smooth road, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

But the next second he suppressed it again.

The purpose of his coming here was to visit an old friend.

"Speak, mute?!" Riddle, who was losing his temper, began to panic and get scared when he saw Dumbledore passing through the corridors without saying a word.

The uneasy and insecure situation made him very irritable, and this situation continued until Dumbledore pushed open a door and saw Dumbledore's old friend - an old man who was about to die.

The other person was like a skeleton, so thin that only skin covered his bones.

"I thought you had forgotten about this place." The old man, who was almost dried up by the wind, sat in the middle of the hall. There was only a piece of moldy dry bread on his plate. "Which student of yours is this? The one you like best?"

"Gellert..."

Dumbledore whispered his name.

Yes, no one would have thought that the friend of the greatest wizard in the world today would be the most terrifying first-generation Dark Lord. Even Riddle did not expect it. He looked at everything that was happening in front of him in astonishment.

Gellert Grindelwald was a man who had inspired both fear and admiration from wizards all over the world.

"He was once my student." Dumbledore placed the diary on the table and sat down calmly.

Grindelwald, who had almost lost his will to live, observed silently for a while, and then said: "I believe you are not here because of an object that stores souls, or you are too old to even deal with such things."

Although Riddle knew that what he said was true, he felt humiliated to hear such words in person.

It seemed to be telling him - boy, the Horcrux you spent so much effort to make is just a play in the eyes of Dumbledore and me.

"This kind of thing? I've made all the wizards in Britain afraid to even mention my name!" Riddle stood behind Dumbledore and said angrily, "I will surpass you in the dark arts in the future!"

"Hmm... powerful idiots are indeed troublesome." Grindelwald commented accurately.

Because of the overwhelming power, he tried to twist the world into his own imagination, while stupidity made it impossible to predict his next move, maybe randomly picking a unlucky Muggle? A student?

The unarmed Grindelwald was not afraid of the so-called 'Voldemort' at all.

"What about you, dear Albus?" He took a bite of moldy bread, but didn't eat much and spat out a fallen tooth. "The one who is worth your trip must be someone more difficult to deal with than Voldemort."

Dumbledore waved his wand and a large bowl of fish porridge appeared on the table.

"Nothing is worth it. Besides... I'm just worried about the future of the wizarding world."

“Hahaha… You always imagine yourself as a saint, carrying the burden of those who have been lost!” Grindelwald laughed. “The wizarding world does not need your or my salvation. Those pathetic ants can only see the candies placed in front of them.”

He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes, and sticky rice grains flowed from his mouth onto his beard and clothes.

But Riddle knew what this 'senior' was laughing at. The Dark Lord who had once shocked the world, led the Wizarding Party, and was determined to change the wizarding world was ultimately defeated by Dumbledore, his best friend.

So he just started to laugh at Dumbledore's jokes.

At the same time, I was thinking to myself: If it were me, I would never let the people around me betray me.

"Muggles are innocent... This will lead to a war between wizards and Muggles... Albus, you won, but now you turn around and come to me about things in the wizarding world." Gellert looked at him deeply through the food.

This one glance contains almost all the emotions of the past hundred years.

From excitement, to struggle, regret, and nostalgia, everything finally returned to calm, as silent as the sea outside the window.

"Thanks to our Riddle, his soul outside is thinking about resurrection every minute and every second, thinking about how to make a comeback. He even wants to bring the entire human race back to the slave society it once was." Dumbledore said.

He no longer had the dignity of a principal. He was like a child, his fingers unconsciously tickling the grooves on the wooden table.

"It only took a madman to make you like this. If you had believed in me and broken the Statute of Secrecy, we wouldn't have to worry about the consequences of exposure to the wizarding world..." Gellert also seemed like a very strong and competitive child.

"I'm not against you because of the Statute of Secrecy!"

Dumbledore seemed particularly angry. He pushed his half-moon glasses and said seriously: "It is your disregard for life and the harm you have caused to Muggles and wizards. In this regard, Nietzsche did a better job than you!"

Roar! This is a brand new name.

Gellert's eyes narrowed immediately and he clasped the bowl hard with both hands.

"So you're just here to show off?" He pretended to be calm and said, "Who was the last person you mentioned... I remember, Newt Scamander, it seems that you have a lot of students that you are proud of."

"More than that, in fact, I don't know if his behavior is reasonable..."

Of course, he did this not just to show off, but to understand Nietzsche better, because he saw the shadow of Gellert in the other person more than once.

The same youthful vigor, the same eyes, but completely different starting points.

This aroused Gellert's interest. It seemed that what confused Dumbledore was the greater future. Because he could not see clearly and because it was unknown, he felt worried, as if the wizarding world would collapse in the next moment.

"How about comparing yourself to this... Riddle... and me?"

Gellert didn't take Riddle's obedient attitude seriously at all.

Not to mention how many people he had seen, and the most important thing was that he heard every word of Riddle's roar in the castle.

"The methods are the same, but the goals are completely different." Dumbledore hesitated and expressed his opinion. "He gave me the feeling that he didn't want wizards to rule over Muggles, but... to serve them?"

But after thinking about it, he still felt that it was inappropriate, so he changed his words and said, "No, it should be to let the wizard regain his human identity."

"So Nietzsche treats wizards and Muggles equally?" Gellert showed a completely different view than his appearance. "Then give up. He will have a war with the wizarding world sooner or later."

On some issues, he is closer to the truth than Dumbledore.

Failure does not mean that he is a weak person, and his age of over a hundred has already turned into experience and is engraved in Gellert's mind.

"Why do you say that?" Dumbledore said hastily, "He has no disputes with the Ministry of Magic, only with the pure-bloods and Voldemort's faction. Perhaps he intends to let Muggles and wizards go further hand in hand."

"You think too highly of Voldemort, Albus...it was only a trigger."

Now it was Riddle's turn to be unhappy. He stood up eagerly and glared at the skeleton-like old man in front of him.

"Fuse?" Riddle repeated the word with curses. It was an insult to him. "I am the one who truly understands wizards. Those Muggles are just a bunch of greedy things!"

He once pursued Gellert's name, but now it seems that it was just wishful thinking.

Riddle tried his best to explain himself as the real 'savior' of the wizarding world, saying how hypocritical and hateful those Muggles were. However, these words did not make Gellert regard him as a confidant.

The other party took out a hookah from his pocket, took a puff, and said lightly:

"Kid, I don't care what you've been through, or how despicable and hypocritical you think Muggles are, but it has nothing to do with me. Why do you think I want to unite wizards all over the world? To build a new order governed by wizards?"

"It's a prophecy. Those Muggles have weapons that will destroy the world. You don't understand Muggles at all, let alone their arrogance and greed for power and profit."

He simply blew out a breath, but was choked and coughed continuously, forcing Dumbledore to look away.

The hookahs surrounded Riddle, showing one prediction after another that Gellert had made: rumbling thunder, explosions, flying limbs, and a light as dazzling as the sun.

This is the talent that belongs uniquely to Gellert Grindelwald, and also his greatest misfortune.

because...

“Fear was my biggest motivation when I was young~”

Volume 1: Chapter 137: The Value of the Dark Lord

In fact, Gellert thought that after defeating him, Dumbledore would become a politician such as Minister of Magic.

But he didn't. Instead, he chose to return to Hogwarts at the height of his prestige and serve as a professor of Transfiguration... Of course, Tom Riddle later became his most popular student.

The immature Voldemort was surprised after hearing what Gellert said:

He couldn't imagine that the first generation of Dark Lord was motivated by fear.

But thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel proud - at least Voldemort was not afraid of Muggles.