Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

(Guardian deity symbol - Phoenix)

This was clearly a temporary transfer order, not only assigning Dobby to Nietzsche's service but also placing the command of the joint operation solely in his hands—the Ministry of Magic and SHD have always operated on equal footing in terms of command during joint operations.

This further illustrates the tacit understanding between Nietzsche and Hermione; their combination makes things more efficient.

"Has no one ever said that you look good when you lecture me?" Nietzsche chuckled as he accepted the money, waving his hand behind his back without turning his head.

"Only you," Hermione said irritably, watching the other's departing figure before raising a warning in her throat, "If there's any danger, remember to step back a little, don't act like a jerk again!!"

"Darling, things are different now—"

Hermione stomped her foot hard, as if stepping on a masochist howling in bed.

Different from usual? Is he blaming her for not doing it sooner? Hmph... who knows? If Nietzsche had dared to reveal a hint of his 'fake death' plan before the Ministry of Magic's great war, Hermione might have actually done as he wished.

Furong squinted, as if she could see through the invisible yet close connection between the two.

"So...you've taken it to the very end?" She suddenly rested her chin on Hermione's shoulder and teased with a smile.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Hermione regained her composure, her face hardening again, looking every bit like a little rascal.

"Only people who go all the way to the end are like this... What do we usually say? Sticky? Chedgy? Like they want to be together every day."

“If you’re talking about a legal issue, my answer is ‘no.’”

Look at this roundabout way of speaking, it seems like she hasn't said anything, but it also seems like she has said everything. Furong smiled and sat on the sofa, crossing her long legs and tugging at the toes of her shoes.

"How about we talk about Durmstrang?" she skillfully changed the subject.

"Whatever, as long as you're not trying to pry into some random private matters..." Hermione warned, feigning seriousness.

Chapter 402 The Hero Makes His Debut!

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." Dobby jumped and bounced around as if his butt was on fire.

It was so happy that when it first saw Nietzsche, it incredulously poked him with its slender fingers, and then circled around him like a primitive man who had just discovered fire, laughing while snot and tears streamed down its face.

It can be summed up in one word: 'madness'.

"Mr. Holmes is not dead! Holmes is not dead! Hahaha!" Dobby shouted in his office, "God save the wizard!"

Nietzsche regretted it somewhat; he should have given prior notice instead of suddenly Apparating to the Ministry of Magic and appearing like a ghost in the house-elves' office.

The consequence of this behavior was that a group of house-elves went crazy, banging on the office table, throwing chairs, and tearing the parchment into pieces before tossing them high into the air.

Bob pulled out a magical dragon whistle from somewhere, and colorful ribbons would burst out when he blew it.

“Welcome…I…I don’t know what to say…” Dobby choked out, clutching Hermione’s letter in both hands. “Dobby thought you really abandoned us. Thank goodness…thank goodness, Dobby’s efforts have not been in vain.”

House-elves are strong, but they are also very pure and don't get angry because they are deceived.

Nietzsche was quite pleased; at least he would no longer be beaten, and he could enjoy hot black tea and freshly made cookies—the kind without poison, of course.

After the house-elves had vented their emotions and gradually calmed down, he did some reorganization before arriving at the Ministry of Magic's Traffic Management Division.

Because it was an intercontinental teleportation, they went to the Traffic Management Department's key office on the sixth floor.

After pushing open a door, you are greeted by nearly twenty wooden doors pasted on the wall, each with a different design. In the middle of the room, there is a high platform piled with rotten shoes, aluminum cans, and other items that can be found everywhere.

“For convenience, the Ministry of Magic has specially categorized the Portkeys,” Stuart adjusted his glasses and continued, “Those in the middle are Portkeys sent to various places during Quidditch matches, while those Portkeys represent different countries.”

Nietzsche observed the patterns on the wooden door and then focused his gaze on the doorknob, which was engraved with an owl and a rose.

(The owl is the symbol of the Magical Congress, while the rose represents Muggles.)

"Is the local Ministry of Magic right behind that door?"

Curious, he walked to the wooden door leading directly to the Magic Council, but as soon as he placed his hand on the doorknob, he couldn't help but shudder, as if he had eaten a mint that suddenly made his soul awake.

Suddenly, a bunch of lines and images appeared in my mind. They were not Nietzsche's own imagination, but rather pictures that had been instilled in him.

He saw ultra-high-speed revolving doors, cathedral-like ceilings, and a massive monument; these images were transformed into models and automatically combined with a world map marked by French Minister Victor.

'233 Old Way.' Nietzsche recalled the address of the Parliament.

"There's only a wall behind the door, sir. You just need to turn the doorknob to leave; there's no need to imagine a scene like an apparition... Huh?!"

Stuart, who had previously worked at the Ministry of Magic, wanted to say that users only needed to touch the Portkey to be apparated to the corresponding location. However, he was dumbfounded when he saw Nietzsche open the door:

The wooden door, which was pressed against the blue stone bricks, was actually opened, and it led directly into the interior of MACUSA.

Nietzsche's mastery of the Apparition Charm influenced the Portkey's effect to some extent, so much so that he didn't suddenly disappear, but instead used the Portkey to open a... spatial portal?

Dobby was dumbfounded, just like some of the house-elves, but it quickly realized: Mr. Holmes, after all, it's normal for him to make some great discoveries.

The view behind the door appears to be a courtroom, but it is more spacious and brighter than the British Ministry of Magic. Judging from the openwork glass decorations on the ceiling, the American Ministry of Magic is located inside Woolworth Building, rather than underground.

Nietzsche also saw Samuel G. Kohauer standing on the platform, as if the door had replaced the entrance to the courtroom.

“Get the stormtroopers ready and listen to my instructions,” Dobby said to Stuart, then followed Nietzsche across the threshold.

The wizards sitting in their high positions didn't notice the two figures that had appeared in the passageway beneath their feet; they were still engaged in a heated discussion about the Muggles and wizards.

“I don’t think reconciling with the Muggles was a wrong decision,” Nietzsche heard a weathered female voice say.

“Polpontina!” Chairman Kouhauge refuted her statement.

“Mr. Chairman, I have personally witnessed a Puritan mother abusing her child, and we all know how the Second Salem tragedy happened!” The elderly witch was at odds with the minister.

The history of magic records the Salem incident, which involves Grindelwald and the tragedy of an Obscurus.

"It's because of your grandnephew, isn't it?" Kouhauge said coldly.

"what?"

“Your relatives are studying at Hogwarts, Ms. Goldstein, but don’t forget that you also had your license revoked because of that scandal back then, so I suspect your views are heavily influenced by subjective opinions.”

Nietzsche moved silently on the blanket, his mind racing through countless names as he walked further in.

Goldstein?

He quickly thought of Anthony Goldstein of Ravenclaw, who had mentioned a distant relative of his...

"I wholeheartedly agree with Ms. Goldstein's proposal!" Nie shouted loudly from the entrance of the passageway, wand pressed against his throat. "The essence of the Salem tragedy is the consequence of wizards failing to ally with Muggles; it is a tragedy caused by your own incompetence!"

The amplified sound interrupted the discussion, causing a brief silence to fall over the entire courtroom.

Nietzsche thought to himself: They are probably trying to figure out who made the sound.

A few minutes later, Chairman Kouhauge asked fiercely, "Who dares to comment on the Salem case here? This is the Parliament! We have already paid enough blood for Muggles!"

Nietzsche straightened his trench coat, took a licorice wand in his mouth, and walked to the center of the council hall, while Dobby followed leisurely to the very center of the dome.

“You’re the person you most wanted to arrest, sir—” He swallowed hard, turned his face toward the wizards in the seats, and contemptuously clasped his hands together. “I heard you’ve been blaming me to Fudge?”

The word "once" is used because he had already died once, and this appearance made Kohauer's eyes widen.

Nietzsche scorned these pedantic wizards clinging to a bunch of clichés. The more humble his actions, the more jarring his previous words seemed, and the Speaker of Congress's face visibly warmed.

Despite the weight of the topic, Nietzsche displayed considerable disdain.

The fact that a mere purger has caused such a commotion in the Magic Congress, when it's something that could be easily resolved by an ordinary person, isn't that a sign of the Magic Congress's incompetence?

The British government next door was once willing to cooperate with Fudge to capture Sirius Black, let alone the purgers who belonged to the Muggle.

“You are…” Chairman Kohler seemed to recognize the child who had attended the trial in 1991.

“I am Sherlock Holmes.” Nietzsche looked at him coldly, took a step forward, and said softly, “And now I am here on behalf of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons to warn you—don’t stop us.”

This small step caused the Speaker of Congress to instantly draw his wand, and his movement also prompted the other wizards' arms to begin dangling under the table.

The elderly Porpontina did not move; she simply squinted and carefully examined Nietzsche.

"How did you get in here!" Chairman Kohaug shouted angrily, raising his wand. "Very well... so it was you who was behind this. If the president of the Wizarding Union hadn't stopped me, I would have arrested you already. And you dare to threaten me?!"

Facing dozens of magic wands, Nietzsche calmly put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, and nodded to Dobby.

Now that both Moss and Lockhart have been defeated by him, and everything is on track and ready, he has lost all patience for anything else—because he can't possibly persuade Koohauer.

Since they can't be used like Fudge, there's no need to win them over, especially since their interests have been opposite from the start.

"Take him down and hand him over to the Wizarding Federation!" Chairman G. Kohaug ignored Dobby and unleashed a red spell.

The disarming spell shot towards Nietzsche like a bullet, but when Dobby was still an arm's length away from him, he deflected the powerful disarming spell with a wave of his hand, cracking the floor.

Immediately afterwards, there was another loud crack as the silver spiral hurtled along the ground, making a strange friction sound. It forced Chairman Kouhauge to roll to the side, and the silver light flashed as it smashed the conference table in two.

Dobi is Dobi; once you've started, you won't hold back.

"Mr. Holmes is Dobby's friend and his superior!" The house-elf stood before Nietzsche, pointing a finger at the wizarding chairman, and shrieked, "None of you are leaving here!"

Dobby became incredibly vicious, and his glass-like eyes reflected the starlight of his ideals.

Chapter 403 Cleanup Before Returning to School

The Purification Division—its name itself reveals the nature of this new department. Its responsibilities include, but are not limited to, promptly executing vicious black magicians, handling special incidents, and swiftly striking specific targets...

Today marks the first action since its establishment, and also the first time Nietzsche has bared his fangs.

"Clang clang clang---"

"Invasion of the Magic Congress, Level Six Alert! Level Six Alert!"

Chairman Kouhaug's wand flashed, and the clock in the lobby of the Magical Congress immediately began to spin. Invasion slogans appeared on every picture frame and notice board in the corridor, pointing directly at the council chamber.

Immediately afterwards, the Aurors inside the Ministry of Magic rushed in, accompanied by hundreds of black cats with glowing blue eyes.

Nietzsche brandished his wand and cleaved a black cat that leaped in front of him with a lightsaber made of invisible armored charms and illuminating charms. However, instead of a charred cross-section, the cat was split in two.

“Those are spirit cats,” Porpontina Goldstein pointed out. “Many Ministry of Magic uses them to defend against intruders, and ordinary magic will only make them multiply.”

She remained seated, motionless, like an elderly person watching a stage play, pointing and commenting on the actors.

"Thank you for your untimely introduction!" Nietzsche planted his wand on the ground and roared, "A sudden gust of wind!"

The storm spread outwards from him, and as it overturned the sapphire-eyed spirit cats, the wind pressure emitted a low roar like that of a fire dragon, tearing nearby tables and chairs to pieces.

More than fifty Aurors surrounded the Congress President, protecting him behind them.

Nietzsche looked at the dense array of wands before him and grinned mockingly, "Ha~ Trying to see who has more people? Poor Mr. Kohauer, if you think I'm unprepared, you're sorely mistaken."

There is no place in this world that house-elves cannot enter, as long as they have the coordinates. Even Azkaban cannot stop them.