Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

To this question, Quirrell simply pulled out a complex floor plan and held out both hands, gesturing for them to grab it.

“Phantom teleportation...this is a required course in the ultimate wizard exam,” Quirrell said confidently. “The first time might be a little uncomfortable, which is why I told you not to eat breakfast. Hold on tight.”

There was a loud 'snap'.

It felt as if someone had clapped their hands hard in their ears, and then Nietzsche and Hermione felt a squeezing sensation, as if they had been turned into rubber bands and forcibly stuffed into a tube.

But they moved very quickly; in the blink of an eye, the four of them were inside Westminster Palace.

Nietzsche covered his mouth, feeling as if his stomach was churning.

“Although Mycroft can’t get us in, he can get his hands on… ugh… floor plan.” Sherlock was also a little dizzy, his hands gripping the wall. “As long as we have the precise coordinates, we can get in.”

“If I didn’t know the location and thickness of the wall, we would have gotten stuck inside it,” Quirrell explained.

His voice trembled slightly, but not as much as the other three, after all, they had gotten used to the side effects of Apparition.

The human body is too fragile to withstand such rough pulling. If the Apparition spell only affects objects, this problem wouldn't occur... After all, inanimate objects don't have organs and wouldn't feel disgusting.

At this moment, Nietzsche spotted the Minister of the Interior, Sir Cava, who had blended into the crowd.

"Sonorus." Quirrell then cast an illusion spell on the three of them, temporarily turning their clothes into invisibility cloaks.

Although ordinary people couldn't see it, there was still a collision volume, so they had to carefully avoid the crowd and follow the last member of parliament to squeeze in before the doors of the Senate on the second floor closed.

The interior walls are covered with murals in the style of knights and related to law, and the red armchair in the middle is divided into three parts: the ruling party, the opposition party, and the neutral party.

Hermione was a little nervous as she saw this scene up close for the first time.

She suddenly saw Sir Cava walk to the Chief Justice's seat on the arbitral bench. Thomas, who was supposed to preside over the proceedings, was dead, and he had temporarily taken over the position.

"Keep an eye on him," Sherlock whispered to the two men before leaving.

Quirrell handed his wand to Nietzsche, both with unicorn hair cores, but Nietzsche noticed that his unicorn hair hadn't turned black; it remained pure white, shimmering brightly against the alder wood.

I have some reservations about Nietzsche, but it's not like I can't use his ideas.

“Every magic leaves a trace. I’m going to look for clues... You guys are responsible for protecting this place.” After saying that, he followed.

Protection? Just the two of them?

Hermione could only watch as the magnificently dressed, crowned queen emerged from another door.

All the members of the House of Lords present and the members of the House of Commons who were watching from the VIP box and were not allowed to enter stood up. Taking advantage of the moment when everyone dared not move, she pressed her back against the wall and quietly crept up to the Queen.

Nietzsche looked past everyone and saw them nodding at him.

"We have important matters to discuss before the conclusion of this council meeting!" Sir Kava stood up.

“Minister Kava, if it is a last-minute suggestion, we can discuss it in detail after Parliament has ended.” But Queen Elizabeth II did not agree, only declining his impromptu speech in accordance with procedure.

"No, Your Majesty, I'm afraid we won't have that chance once it's over."

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Chapter 81 Hermione's First Meeting with the Queen

Sir Kava merely stroked his beard in response to the Queen's rebuke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Your Majesty... we are here today to discuss counterterrorism." He stood calmly on the stage and tapped the table. "But have you considered how many of you will actually leave this meeting alive?"

The whole place was in an uproar.

Her Majesty the Queen frowned, and only after noticing that the various political parties also seemed confused did she realize that this was not a publicity stunt targeting the Royal Family.

"Looks like our Home Minister drank quite a bit last night..." someone joked.

“Our enemies lurk in every shadow, coming with the dark clouds, and every soul will cry out because of them. Those who have died are not merely a threat, but rather a reminder.”

Sir Cava merely glanced at the man, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Some people sensed something was wrong and tried to slip away, only to find that the locked door was impossible to open. The invisible Nietzsche secretly tried to open the door with a lock-picking spell, but found that the lock was unresponsive.

"Open the door... Open Sesame." Nietzsche tried them one by one, but the magic was neutralized.

The keyhole only produced a few sparks, which startled some government members.

“Kava, as the Secretary of the Interior, you say such things! I have the right to accuse you of treason!” The man in the Admiralty uniform stood up and said righteously, “Get off Justice Thomas’s seat!”

“Believe me, this is a golden opportunity to make Britain great again!” Kava, completely absorbed in his own world, said, “We can control the rest of the people with them, we can rule the world!”

Sherlock noticed that among the noisy crowd, a few people who weren't participating were eagerly raising their hands.

Who are the 'them' you're referring to?

“It’s wizards, ladies and gentlemen… They can easily take lives in a way that goes unnoticed.” Kava said loudly, waving the ring on his hand. “Thomas and Dis died because they angered wizards.”

At this moment, Quirrell discovered that the Reverse Lockpicking Charm was being replenished.

Here's a piece of knowledge about spells: When something is given a function, it's actually temporary rather than permanent. For example, the Disappearance Charm only lasts for a few tens of minutes, but to maintain invisibility for a long time, you need to use magic to sustain it.

Nietzsche had just used a lock-picking spell to interfere, but the anti-lock-picking spell on the door did not weaken its effect—this meant that a wizard was maintaining the spell's effect.

Quirrell then focused his mind and sensed the direction of the magic flow.

“He’s hiding in the crowd,” he told Sherlock. “I need an opportunity…”

“The enemy will create opportunities for us.” However, Sherlock decided to remain inactive.

The Queen gave the order for the guards at the gate to seize Kawa, but the guards stood there blankly.

She glanced at Kava’s contemptuous smile and the empty guards, and instinctively took a few steps back, bumping into Hermione who was standing beside her. But the Queen reacted quickly, immediately drawing a saber from a guard’s waist and holding it in front of her.

Clearly, she sensed an invisible person nearby.

“You weren’t even born when I was fighting the Germans.” The Queen showed no sign of panic, which Hermione greatly admired.

“Your Majesty, my respect for you is the only reason you’ve survived this long,” Kava said sinisterly. “We are the ones who hold the truth, and the weak flock should be left to the strong shepherds to manage.”

He gave a wink, and the guards at the door began to move, reaching out to try and restrain the Queen.

But Hermione wasn't idle either. She used the heel of her leather shoe to kick the guard's knee hard. From the Queen's perspective, the guard on her left, who was being controlled, suddenly bent his leg and fell to the ground.

The Queen looked at the guards who had suddenly defected to the enemy and found it unbelievable.

"I'm here to help you," Hermione quickly distanced herself, continuing, "It must be an Imperius Curse. Your guards have been controlled by the dark wizard; they'll only obey orders..."

Queen Elizabeth II saw nothing and could only make a rough judgment based on what she heard.

"What's going on?" She darted to the other side and asked warily, "Who's there, wizard?"

The mere mention of wizards made her feel uneasy. Clearly, today's attack on the parliament was related to wizards, and she couldn't act freely when facing the controlled guards.

Fortunately, the invisible Hermione was able to provide some help in the chaos, allowing the Queen to escape with the assistance of other political figures.

Nietzsche and his father exchanged a glance and nodded.

If you want to kill such a group of people, ordinary dark magic and the Killing Curse are not enough. At this time, you need to use the 'undetectable poison gas' made by Voldemort.

Kokava is also here, and we'll need to use spells to avoid the poison gas. The wizard's gas mask is the Bubble Head Charm.

As expected, the crowd was divided into Kava's surrender faction and the Queen's loyalists.

"Those who support me live; those who oppose me die."

At first, only a few people came to his side, but once the first group came, a second group followed. So, under Sir Cava's intimidation, a quarter of the entire House of Lords went over.

Nobody wants to die without knowing why.

"Break down the door!" Nietzsche roared, pinching his nose. "Let Kava and those damned terrorists die here together! The Parliament building in 1605 has already been the site of one conspiracy; we won't be afraid of a second!"

Nietzsche activates his skill – blending in.

*Significant results.

Quirrell was stunned; only then did he realize how the Quidditch brawl had started.

Encouraged by Nietzsche, the remaining three-quarters of the people began to move towards the gate. Shylock, relying on the effect of the Disillusionment Charm, went straight to the open space between the two groups and began to observe the movements of everyone.

“If I were the enemy, this would definitely be a good opportunity to cast the Bubble Head Curse,” Quirrell asked. “What did you see?”

“Everything.” Sherlock took in everyone’s subtle movements and micro-expressions. “This is my misfortune.”

Wizards like Quirinus Quirrell, who can cast spells without a wand or making a sound, are rare, let alone casting the Bubble Head Charm on a dozen people at once—that's a huge undertaking.

Then a wizard who blends in with ordinary people will definitely be holding a magic wand.

"The sound of chanting," Sherlock said, his eyes fixed on her.

“You don’t have to shout it out, but you will definitely whisper it,” Quirrell said.

Seeing that the crowd was clearly separated and no one would come over, as the group was trying to figure out how to pound on the door, Sir Cava turned around with his hands behind his back.

“I will miss you all. Let’s begin,” he said.

Just then, Sherlock noticed that one of the men's faces was full of disdain, as if he were mocking the loyal councilors and ministers for trying to break the wizard's spell by brute force... The range narrowed again.

He put his right hand behind his back, and his lips began to tremble slightly as he muttered something.

"See that guy in the white tailcoat, left hand in his pocket, right hand behind his back?" Sherlock immediately locked onto his target. "That's him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Quirrell reached out and grabbed the man, who immediately fell to his knees due to the sudden pressure. Then, the man's arms began to twist, like two wrung-out wet towels, and he let out a scream.

A wooden stick fell to the ground, and Nietzsche quickly summoned it.

Then everyone saw the thin wooden stick fly to the back of the crowd and then break in two.

Wow, there's a real expert here?!

“Don’t worry, everyone.” Quirrell suddenly appeared in the center of the crowd, and was stared at by dozens of eyes. He couldn’t help but shrink back. “Um… the phone is useless. The equipment here has been jammed.”

And the queen finally saw the wizard lurking beside her.

She had assumed it was people from the Ministry of Magic coming to help, but to her surprise, it was a twelve-year-old student. When she stared at Hermione, the latter lowered her head in fear and hid to the side of her vision.

"What on earth is going on?" someone shouted.

“A commission, friends… this is how I make a living.” Sherlock sighed and walked up to the controlled man.

The man had dark brown hair, a thin face with prominent bones on both sides, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Nietzsche raised Quirrell's wand.

Speechless!

To prevent him from casting spells without a staff, Nietzsche straightened the man's tongue.

Both of Quirrell's arms were twisted beyond recognition. If he didn't receive timely treatment, even potions might not be able to heal him. Now, the dark wizard could only stare blankly and let out muffled roars.