Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

No wonder this 'portable radio' made Ron's voice cut out; in Muggle terms, it was a malfunction.

George had a bunch of unfinished products on hand, and he was already in a bad mood. Now that someone was urging him, he simply shoved the bug into Fred's hand, which startled Fred.

"Come on, you do it..."

"George, are you hallucinating because you stayed up all night? I haven't said a word the whole time."

“Who else could it be but you?” George said angrily. “Ron is outside, you can’t exactly say it’s Hermione, can you? I can still tell the difference between a male and a female voice!”

Arthur's smile gradually froze, and then he took his wand and tapped each of them on the head.

"You can't even tell me apart?" he said irritably. "Be careful, or I'll have you two arrested and interrogated at the Ministry of Magic right now. You brats... tell me the truth about where you got these Muggle items!"

"Oh, it's Dad. Why didn't you say so earlier?"

George and Fred, who had originally planned to fight on the spot, immediately turned around and put on grinning faces.

They lowered their heads slightly, admitting their mistake while winking at Nietzsche, as if blaming him for not informing them beforehand, leaving them in this embarrassing state for Arthur to see.

"Please allow us to make a grand introduction!"

"A magic listening device; with this, you can listen to the suspect's every move while sitting at home."

George and Fred, working in unison, pulled their father to sit down in a chair.

This thing was originally made for Arthur Weasley, so the two of them didn't hide it and excitedly announced the creation of the magical listening device to their father.

Nietzsche sat opposite the three of them, occasionally adding his own comments.

"So these things are a gift for me?" Arthur chuckled a few times, then his expression changed instantly. "Ahem... Your father works for the Department for the Prevention of Muggle Misuse, so you want to drag me down with you and break the law, huh?"

“Wrong!” George raised an eyebrow at Nietzsche. “We didn’t use it on Muggles, so we didn’t break the law.”

In fact, the Weasley brothers were introducing Nietzsche to certain legal loopholes in the wizarding world.

For example, laws that prohibit the misuse of Muggle items are essentially still distinguishing between Muggles and wizards; such laws only take effect when magical items fall into the hands of Muggles.

If we're talking about breaking the law knowingly, then their father, Arthur Williams, was the first to be arrested.

"How's it going?" Nietzsche asked, as composed as their boss.

"The good news is that the magical listening device was a success," George said proudly. "To be honest, it was easier than if we had just invented the magical gadgets. The wonderful ideas of Muggles are a ready-made blueprint."

“But the bad news is that once you’re too far away, the sound is just like what you just heard…” Fred shrugged helplessly.

Nietzsche discovered that Arthur was not the kind of parent who strictly demanded things of his children. In fact, he was more like a child than George and Fred, staring intently at the exquisite black box in front of him, swallowing hard and his eyes shining.

Just listening to the sons' introductions was enough to excite me.

“You know too little about Muggles, children,” Arthur’s words piqued their curiosity. “Do you know why your magical items sometimes have poor signal reception due to slow magic circulation?”

George and Fred shook their heads; their father was the expert in this area.

He said, “Electricity is magic controlled by Muggles, and these copper wires are channels. You can’t break a hole in the channels, it will cause… um… a lot of incongruity.”

“I see.” George erased the talisman and re-divided the corresponding areas.

His approach was sound; the only flaw was that he hadn't figured out the function of each Muggle item. He didn't know what the wires did, so he simply ignored them, resulting in some loops or even series connections.

Under Arthur's guidance, George quickly corrected his mistake.

“Mr. Weasley, if you ever need anything related to your hobbies in the future, you can come to me.” Nietzsche looked at him intently.

But at the same time, his impression of the Ministry of Magic worsened, as if it were a matter of putting Oppenheimer in law, Newton in priesthood, and George Stephenson in train service...

The Ministry of Magic truly inherited the 'advantages' of Great Britain—using what's useful to the fullest.

"Really?" Arthur grinned. "That's great. The old Ford at home was a junk I secretly bought from a Muggle... It took me a lot of time just to refurbish it."

When it comes to anything related to Muggles, Arthur immediately puts everything else out of his mind.

At that moment, Hermione strode in from outside. Her hair was tied with a ribbon and was much smoother, no longer as fluffy and messy as it was in class. She held onto her jacaranda wool shawl with both hands.

He was holding an old book in his hands, which looked quite old.

"I've found information about Nicolas Flamel, chair, fly here!" Standing under the wooden shed, she unhesitatingly pulled out her wand and summoned Nietzsche to her side.

The chair tilted backward, carrying Nietzsche rapidly backward.

Hagrid mentioned that Dumbledore's friends included Nick Flamel and others, most of whom were old wizards, so she borrowed a book from the library about wizards from the last century.

"I first found Dumbledore's biography in 'Outstanding Wizards of Modern Times,' which mentioned his achievements in alchemy with Nicolas Flamel, so I thought...in that case, I'll go and look through some books about alchemy."

"Sure enough, the book about alchemical achievements mentions Nicolas Flamel the most. He is the only creator of the Philosopher's Stone!"

By narrowing down the possibilities little by little through related clues, that's what Hermione learned from Nietzsche Holmes.

“If Quirrell is the one who wanted to steal the Philosopher’s Stone, then he’s going to die!” Hermione paced anxiously back and forth in front of Nietzsche, muttering to herself, “Why didn’t Dumbledore save him?”

Nietzsche's eyes followed her every step, swaying back and forth until they were sore.

"Because Professor Quirrell isn't the only one who wants it; Headmaster Dumbledore will save him."

"Who else?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"The Albanian dark wizards—according to Headmaster Dumbledore's speculation, Professor Quirrell might be in a parasitic state, like those animals... By the way, is Harry still observing Snape?"

Hermione got angry whenever this was mentioned; she had no idea what Nietzsche was trying to tell her.

"Didn't you say we shouldn't alert the enemy? That's why he's still worried about Snape being the referee!"

Nietzsche ignored her, wondering... why did Headmaster Dumbledore emphasize Harry so much? Was it just because he was the 'savior'? No, titles can only bring prestige, and certainly cannot intimidate an adult wizard.

Or rather, Harry is the key point.

So what does it mean when Dumbledore says that only he can break the curse? Obviously, it has something to do with Harry's origins... an infant who killed a powerful dark wizard, which is why he was given the title of 'savior' by the wizards.

“Hermione…” Nietzsche suddenly called out to her.

"what happened?"

“I’ve figured out who that dark wizard is.” Nietzsche glanced at Weasley in the distance, and after making sure their attention was still on the magical listening device, he whispered, “It’s the mysterious man from the last magical war.”

Nietzsche wanted to use the mindset of a wizard to connect the clues.

Only Harry can do this, only a first-year student can do this, and that's all.

"Impossible! The book says he's dead!!" Hermione exclaimed incredulously.

"To be precise, he wasn't completely dead, so he wanted to use the Philosopher's Stone to be reborn."

It's a pity, we were just one move behind.

That mysterious man could never have imagined that Quirrell had never given up on saving himself.

Just then, Hagrid returned. As he passed by the shed, he was wearing only a short-sleeved shirt made of linen, and his mole-skin coat was folded up and carefully tucked into his bosom.

It seems he's acquired some treasure again.

(Fox updates regularly around 8 or 9 PM. I'm definitely a European at heart.)

Chapter 61 Hagrid: Lady Luck is Smiling

(Sorry, I was a bit sloppy the past few days, QwQ, I've gotten back into form recently.)

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Nietzsche sat in a seat near the restricted section of the library, surrounded by books of different sizes.

The books not only rotated around the two of them, but also rotated on their own axes, as if he were mimicking the movement of planets in the universe with everything around him.

"There are only ten weeks left until the final exams. I wonder what the exams will be like here..." Hermione sat in the library, preparing her study plan in advance. "No, I need to practice my magic some more."

"There are still three months left, relax," Nietzsche said calmly, sensing the flow of magic.

He was also thinking about the connection between Harry and the Man of Darkness.

Perhaps because winter has passed, there are many more wizards strolling in groups along the path by the Black Lake. Recalling Hagrid's excited appearance yesterday afternoon, it is likely that he has secretly hidden some contraband again.

Based on Hagrid's interests, even Hermione could guess that it must be about some kind of dangerous magical creature.

Everyone was enjoying the afternoon without classes. Under a dead tree by the Black Lake, she saw Draco Malfoy and Pansy holding hands through the window next to them.

"If the mysterious man is really not dead, then I suggest... you'd better not get involved in this mess."

Hermione stared blankly at the little figure downstairs.

In her view, Nietzsche had already done enough. From collecting information about the magical world at the beginning to the theft of the Philosopher's Stone, he seemed to be in endless trouble.

“This is not the best option.” Nietzsche put a drop of eye drops into his dry eyes.

“This is no longer something you can interfere with!” Hermione raised her wand, stopping the movement of the surrounding books. “That’s Mystic, this isn’t some petty squabble between you and Malfoy!”

Hermione grabbed Nietzsche's sleeve, drawing his attention to her.

When her sleepy gaze met the warning look, the former began to waver. Nietzsche knew she was worried... worried that she would become a tool for the mysterious man to create panic.

However, he currently prefers to help Quirrell.

"Don't worry, my backer is Headmaster Dumbledore." Nietzsche forced a calm smile.

"I'm just reminding you!" Hermione couldn't argue with him, so she had to give up, but she still kept a watchful eye on things.

The last few rows of bookshelves suddenly shook, and many books fell to the ground from the middle. The person who caused this behavior that enraged Mrs. Pince was not Nietzsche, but rather a rare visitor to the library—Rupert Hager.

He turned sideways and first looked to both sides of the aisle. When he realized that Mrs. Pince had not yet arrived, he immediately lay down on the ground and carefully picked up the books on the ground with his index finger and thumb.

But then he no longer needed to worry—because the books all returned to their original state on their own.

"Thank...thank you, I just wanted to find some books to read." Hagrid followed the incantation and spotted Hermione. "The library aisles are...too narrow for me."

He held the book he intended to borrow, tucking it into his chest with his arm.

"What kind of book are you looking for?" Hermione asked kindly.

"No need for you to bother, I... I can do it myself." Hagrid stepped out from between the bookshelves, but after taking only two steps, he lowered his head and turned back, "Um... I'm worried I'll knock the bookshelves over..."

It seems that Hagrid is quite aware of his own body size.

He seemed helpless, knowing that if the books fell and the pages became wrinkled, Mrs. Pince would be furious and kick him out.

“Let me guess… it must be related to magical creatures.” Hermione raised her right arm, and dozens of related books flew out from the designated area. “This is the most complete collection, and there’s also a separately compiled encyclopedia of magical creatures.”

Dozens of book covers slid past Haig.