Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Seeing Lockhart arguing back, Quirrell, having absorbed Voldemort's thoughts, revealed his cunning side.

What I'm saying is, if you can threaten someone, then threaten them. He just couldn't stand this idiot arguing with him. Comparing seniority with this kind of person is really lowering your own standards.

“Fear is not a driving force; I need his wholehearted commitment,” Nietzsche said once again, echoing his maxim.

At this moment, Lockhart picked up a gun engraved with a spell. He didn't understand the Muggle weapons, but he could vaguely guess Quirrell's connection to them—Quirinus Quirrell was making new weapons.

He touched the cold, smooth gun barrel and then found a trigger underneath, the only thing he could pull.

As soon as Lockhart pulled the trigger, he saw a condensed magical pulse, replacing the traditional physical bullet, burst from the muzzle. The immense recoil caused him to involuntarily raise the gun, causing the red beam to hit the ceiling.

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

"Idiot!" While he was still in a daze, Quirrell immediately used a disarming charm combined with a summoning charm to retrieve the experimental subject.

"Uh... okay, you barely qualify." Lockhart hurriedly stepped aside, stammering, "Um, I... I'll go get the car..."

Quirrell was so angry his nose was crooked.

He used to deal with rigorous Muggle research experts every day, or various fawning members of parliament and ministers, but now he's only barely an assistant.

If it weren't for Nietzsche, Lockhart wouldn't even have been qualified to step into this place!

“Don’t let his seemingly foolish appearance fool you, actually he…” Nietzsche was also embarrassed and could only desperately try to find an excuse, “You are responsible for different areas, he is quite capable of writing novels, and we also need his publicity.”

Quirrell nodded and calmly said, "A mascot, right?"

Nietzsche coughed several times without speaking, seemingly acquiescing.

It wasn't until Lockhart excitedly crashed a car into the wall outside the lab that he whispered, "We know, but let's not say it in front of him."

Although Quirrell didn't really want to talk to the other person, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and bear it for the sake of his ideals.

All afternoon, Lockhart's pointing and gesturing filled his ears. He was the one performing most of the spells, while Lockhart simply watched from the sidelines, holding a conical beaker filled with wine.

Of course, he would still occasionally resort to tricks... such as the simplest reverse unlocking spell.

“This is the engine. Remember to apply the braking charm, understand? I fixed one back at school.” Lockhart held his wand with his delicate fingers, and the splattered engine oil made him shift his position.

In contrast, Nietzsche and Quirrell, who were assisting him, had sticky hands and smelled pungent all over.

"Then come here and inscribe a spell!"

"It's so dirty," Lockhart said, standing on tiptoe. "I have a book club meeting tonight, what if people see this black stuff in my hair... You've got it backwards here~"

He then pointed to a spot and said that the slowing spell (shock-reducing and speed-stopping) of the flying broom should be used instead of the shock-reducing spell.

Because the shock-absorbing spell reduces vibration, similar to the effect of a 'cushion', while the deceleration spell directly stops movement, they can be used together with the braking spell.

He spoke with great authority, but it was tough on the other two people.

Fortunately, Lockhart's language descriptions were flawless, and in one afternoon, they successfully built a very basic magical car—one with only flight and control functions.

"Great! Now if readers ask me how it was made, at least I'll be able to answer some of their questions," Lockhart said with a grin.

Just as he was about to get in the car to try it out, Nietzsche and Quirrell each kicked him away.

“Leave it here. You can’t just take it to play with; you need to keep it for alterations and exhibitions.” Nietzsche showed no mercy, even with a stern face, as he wiped the oil stains from his hands onto his ornate clothes.

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

“But how am I going to get back?” Lockhart said in surprise. “I still need to show this thing to those ignorant wizards.”

"want to?"

Nietzsche and Quirrell exchanged a glance and simultaneously kicked him out of the laboratory.

"Then make another car that you lost to yourself tomorrow!"

Chapter 133 This person sounds familiar

Aside from the Oblivion Charm he had been working on for a long time, Lockhart was only half-baked at everything else.

Back when Lockhart was repairing Arthur Weasley's car at school, wasn't it Granger who helped him? Therefore, it was Hermione who truly helped Lockhart understand the principles of magic.

So one summer morning, Hermione, who was eating sugared strawberry pudding, received an invitation and tickets.

"The London International Exhibition?" Hermione looked at the unfamiliar icon and asked in confusion, "I've never heard of this before. When was it held?"

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

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

“I heard about it around Christmas,” Mr. Granger said while eating breakfast. “I heard that we are gradually becoming more globalized, so we have opened up some markets to attract wealthy Americans to invest here.”

There's nothing I can do about it~

Ever since the War of Independence ended there, Britain has been unable to deal with those Americans, and the former hegemon has changed hands.

"Did you subscribe to this?" Hermione waved the invitation in her hand. "Or is it another little gift from one of your guests?"

Wendell Granger thought for a moment, and of 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 returned from Hogwarts happened to be the day Mycroft went to the dentist.

"It probably belongs to that guest," Mrs. Granger said, wiping her hands and pouring herself a cup of coffee.

Hermione, seeing her parents' mysterious behavior, had no choice but to give up.

When they got off work and arrived at an exhibition park in central London, they realized just how grand the summit was, with a long line of people waiting in front of them.

Those who were the first to pass through gathered at the fashion show, clapping and cheering for the various models.

Hermione was stunned by the broadened horizons and didn't know where to go next, but she soon realized why she had come—because a simple cane pushed her out of the queue.

“Sending you invitations is just a formality,” Mycroft, dressed in a tuxedo, led the Granger family directly into the exhibition hall.

Behind him followed a young man with a straight back and a middle-parted curly hair, and a small mustache under his nose. He looked like a personal attendant or butler.

“Wow, uh... thank you.” Mr. Granger glanced at the orderly line behind him, somewhat surprised by the act of breaking the established rules. “And your gift, it looks very valuable.”

In the very center of the square, several ballet dancers were hanging upside down, their white costumes even more captivating in the night.

From Mr. Granger's perspective, this place was full of opportunities and greed; the bizarre and wonderful things in the world seemed to be condensed into these small round tables, which made the Grangers somewhat uncomfortable.

Cigars and cocktails, tuxedos and short skirts...

“Those artists from Paris aren’t the main point, but your wife can pick out a few dresses if she likes,” Mycroft said, struggling forward as he continued his rambling introduction. “My boss is short of money lately.”

"Excuse me for asking, but who is your boss...?"

“Britain, the British people, say whatever you want,” he said quickly. “As you can see, for the sake of my pension, I have to find a way to get those Americans to willingly take some money out of their pockets.”

The Gulf War wasn't even enough to satisfy their hunger.

In order to get these Americans to inject another huge amount of gold, they came up with their final plan—to publicly claim that British automobiles and scientific research had made leaps and bounds.

Mycroft led them to a giant, makeshift tent, where a Bentley was placed above the stage.

At that moment, Hermione could hear some people whispering:

"This is the latest product? I've checked it; there are no new features, no new look, not even a fuel tank..."

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

Here it comes, Hermione's left eye is twitching wildly.

"This is a groundbreaking product... However, because of another person, Miss Granger only owns thirty percent of the shares." Mycroft's words were startling, giving the others no time to prepare.

“Thirty!” Mrs. Granger held up her finger, her hand trembling.

She nearly fainted and could only hold onto her husband's shoulders, looking down at her daughter's back.

"If it weren't for Gilderoy Lockhart's involvement, it might have been forty percent... Of course, Nietzsche didn't get his share, aha~ that's a huge number, but he insisted on giving it to you."

Hermione snapped out of her shock and clutched her chest.

This is so sudden. She just came back from school, made some phone calls to her friends, wrote some letters, and read some books, and suddenly she could become a millionaire?

"Why?" Hermione asked, puzzled. "It's not like I'm the only one putting in the effort."

Seeing that the girl was neither overjoyed by the windfall nor felt lucky about the gift, Mycroft showed some appreciation, and his mouth naturally started chattering.

This is someone who can achieve great things... he thought to himself.

"Because you need to retain some of your strength in the magical world, the power of matter can give you a solid foundation before you do anything, and I heard you have a lot of... friends at school... don't you?"

Although the pound sterling cannot be exchanged for many Galleons in Gringotts, gold, as a hard currency, is different.

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

The lights in the venue gradually dimmed, and the Grangers helped each other to sit down.

They stared at Hermione, oblivious to the surrounding chatter of merchants, the crackling of matches, and the laughter of men and women—or rather, they were completely indifferent to it all.

"Look here! Everyone, can you see this?" Lockhart, dressed in a flamboyant manner with a flower tucked into his breast pocket, popped out of the car.

"Professor Lockhart?!" Hermione had just taken a sip of lemonade when she covered her mouth, nearly washing the hair of the person in front of her.

“This is the latest British invention patent... Believe me, you won’t see another one like it anywhere else.” Lockhart seemed to enjoy being on stage and was quite good at it.

His singing-like speaking style quickly piqued the interest of the audience.

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

"Really?" Lockhart tilted his ear, his exaggerated gestures eliciting laughter from many people. "Then your car... will do that!"

He pressed a button, and the car tires on the stage began to retract, rotate ninety degrees, and then levitate in mid-air.

An American sitting nearby didn't even notice that his ice cream had melted and the sticky syrup had dripped onto his clothes, while Lockhart was quite pleased with the surprised looks on the faces of these Muggles.

This further satisfied his vanity.

"Let me introduce this 'hovering car'..."

"Is this a continuation of the German maglev system?" someone exclaimed.

“No, no, no, we have truly overcome gravity, enabling objects to remain in a stable and free suspension state across six degrees of freedom.” Lockhart, with his signature smile, delivered his prepared statement.

Although he spoke eloquently, he couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

As long as the wonder of magic could be explained in a way that Muggles could understand, that was enough. Lockhart didn't think much about anything else, and he performed with great dedication.