Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Aren't you Aurors from the Ministry of Magic?" the Queen asked.

“They’re just Hogwarts students; the Ministry of Magic doesn’t know anything about this.” Hermione was pulled to her side and stammered, “You’d better get out of here quickly; the undetectable gas must be timed.”

So, feeling lost and confused, everyone sought refuge in the Victoria Tower Gardens.

Sir Cava was already under the control of members of the Admiralty and Ministry of Defence, and before Scotland Yard arrived, he could only be used as a cushion.

As Hermione had predicted, the House of Lords was immediately filled with undetectable poison gas when the noon bells rang.

“Remember, you know nothing about this.” The Queen glanced at the poison gas trapped in the room by Quirrell, then turned to the hundreds of people and said, “If anyone asks about today’s events, you will say, ‘I fainted and remember nothing.’”

This puzzled those people greatly, considering that they were the victims.

"why?"

"Because your memories will be erased by other wizards, and Britain needs your minds to stay sharp!"

The Queen sat on a wooden chair, observing Sherlock, Nietzsche, and the others, but the focus was on the three wizards. Since they didn't belong to the Ministry of Magic, it meant they were invited.

It's important to understand that the British government has long been troubled by the Ministry of Magic.

“Your Majesty, this is a declaration of war! We can deploy…” said a member of the Ministry of Defense.

"What are you deploying?" the Queen said coldly. "Are you planning to point your cannons at British territory? Those wizards live here... and how do you intend to explain this to the other innocent citizens?"

The Ministry of National Defense is speechless.

They also thought these so-called 'wizards' were foreign enemies. If they lived within the country, then there was really nothing they could do. They couldn't just blow up taxpayers along with them, could they?

"Inform the Prime Minister and the U.S. State Department that...we have found the attacker."

Chapter 82 Minister of Magic

However, the entire incident was not exposed to the public.

A few days after handing over the suspects and the few who surrendered to Scotland Yard, Hermione saw Sir Cava in the news, the only one who could be shown, and was dubbed the 'Disgrace of Parliament'.

The photo of Sherlock with his face covered and Inspector Lestrade was also printed in the newspaper.

In any case, it's a win-win situation.

"Nietzsche?!" Hermione, who was watching TV, suddenly heard her mother's voice filled with surprise. "What do you need Hermione for?"

“I’m here to ask her to go out and read.” A little black fluffy girl peeked in from the doorway, looking quite shy. “No rush, I… I’ll just wait at the door, Mrs. Granger.”

“No problem…Hemien! Your friend from school is here to see you!” Monica Granger called out as she walked into the living room. “Hurry up, turn off the TV, don’t keep them waiting…Can’t you be a little more ladylike?”

She saw her daughter lying on the sofa like a salted fish, and accidentally exposed her belly.

“I finally got a few days off at home, and... I’m your daughter!” Hermione muttered. “All you ever think about is kicking me out.”

"Nietzsche was a year younger than you, why can't you be a little more decent?"

That makes it sound like Hermione is the one who doesn't follow the rules.

There was no way around it; Nietzsche was always that polite little boy in front of outsiders. Just thinking about it made Hermione's dressing movements become irritable... Hmph, he was only good at being a good boy in front of his mother.

Nietzsche, who had initially appeared docile and obedient, immediately grinned when he saw Hermione's messy brown curly hair.

Guess what day it is today?

He noticed that the buttons on Hermione's shirt were all buttoned crookedly, and instinctively reached out to help her straighten her clothes, re-buttoning them from the bottom up. Hermione blushed and slapped Nietzsche's hand away.

Because the position of the last button is a little...special...

"A hearing!" Hermione glared at him. "This matter could have been handled by Inspector Lestrade."

"I promise, I won't bother you anymore after school starts." Nietzsche touched the back of her hand, giving her a reproachful look. "You're so violent, I'm worried no one will want you... Be more ladylike~"

At the end, he even deliberately imitated Mrs. Granger's speech.

But he didn't even consider why...who made Hermione like this.

"Whether I have someone or not is none of your business!" Hermione raised her fist and waved it in front of him a few times.

"I was just reminding you, a friend."

"Ha~ Just a heads up, if nobody wants you, you won't have it easy either..."

Hermione suddenly realized that what she had said was somewhat meaningful, so she quickly stopped, but Nietzsche also realized that something was wrong and fell silent as well, looking around at the surrounding streets.

In fact, many questions had already arisen in his mind:

What does this mean?

Is she trying to make things difficult for others, whether materially or emotionally?

Nietzsche shook his head, dismissing those inexplicable thoughts. Although they were interesting, they were not as good as a hearing.

“This hearing is not the kind you see on TV; it’s a personal invitation from the Ministry of Magic, the Prime Minister, and the Queen.” Nietzsche walked to an inconspicuous sedan, knocked on the window, and then opened the door.

Seeing how excited he was, Hermione could only sigh helplessly.

To be honest, she found that only these things could interest Nietzsche, and quite excite him, as if he had inhaled too much pure oxygen.

"Where?"

“The Ministry of Magic!” Nietzsche told the driver an address. “Headmaster Dumbledore will be here too…”

Throughout the journey, he kept recounting the contents of the hearing: first the question of who the murderer was, and then the attitudes of the two worlds toward each other, in which the Queen and the Prime Minister would make a formal assessment.

But just figuring out a wizard's affiliation is a headache enough, especially considering... the Muggles have the U.S. State Department.

The car stopped at the entrance of an alley, and Nietzsche led Hermione inside. Next to a wall covered in graffiti, they saw a clean red telephone booth, completely different from its surroundings.

Standing next to him was Headmaster Dumbledore.

“We’ve been waiting for you. Your father has already gone down with the Prime Minister,” Dumbledore said calmly.

He showed no sign of blame and seemed particularly interested in the Prime Minister's visit to the Ministry of Magic. He dialed '62442', identified himself into the receiver, and took a visa from the coin dispenser.

Nietzsche looked at the phone and instinctively felt a sense of disgust towards the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic was built underground, so Nietzsche and Hermione could see the floor sinking through the glass windows, and with a few tremors, they could see the suddenly appearing hall through the gaps in the railings.

The floor was a gleaming dark brown, while the ceiling above was peacock blue, with some unidentifiable gold symbols shimmering within.

"All you need to answer is... does America have wizards?!" A man in a suit roared angrily beside the gilded fireplace on the left. "Yes! Or no! Everything that happens today will be reported to the President!"

"Well...yes..." The fat man opposite him could only offer an awkward smile.

He was wearing a striped suit, a bright red tie, a black cape, purple leather shoes, and a dark green top hat, making him a man of many colors from head to toe.

Nietzsche really didn't dare to say much about this person's taste in clothing.

"Albus!" The fat man wiped his sweat and ran over immediately upon seeing Dumbledore. "This is going to be difficult. How are we going to explain this to the Magical Congress of America?"

“Just do your job, Fudge.” Dumbledore stepped aside and introduced, “These two are students at Hogwarts and are also responsible for protecting the Queen and the Prime Minister.”

"Okay, okay..." Fudge didn't listen to a word she said.

When Hermione saw the Prime Minister and the Queen approaching, she immediately stood up straight, like a soldier being investigated.

Damn it, why didn't Nietzsche tell her anything about etiquette... Hermione thought to herself, feeling quite annoyed. She wanted to offer a salute but then lowered her hands halfway up.

Her entire posture was observed.

"Don't be so nervous. If this were Elizabethan era, you would probably be granted a knighthood for saving the Queen," the Queen said kindly, looking at the girl in front of her.

It's great. Both her parents are dentists who have never evaded taxes, and she's a simple girl with no complicated thoughts.

“This is Hausen Samuel of the U.S. State Department.” The Queen’s tone was much more favorable than during their first meeting. “British wizards are not very welcoming of Americans, especially because of this…”

The Magical Congress of the United States is more closed than the British Ministry of Magic.

So when Samuel learned that there was such a dangerous group of people in his own country, he could not suppress his rage, which was exactly the kind of scene Moriarty liked to see. He seemed to particularly want the two worlds to go to war.

“Mr. Prime Minister, if it is merely Minister Kava, I fear it will hinder cooperation between our two countries,” Samuel said earnestly, swallowing his anger.

"That's why we're here," the Prime Minister said.

Imagine if the president only knew that the murderer was the Home Secretary, a position within the UK. The impact of that would be enormous. The prime minister would only want to live peacefully until the next term.

As for the mess in the magical world, let whoever wants to clean it up do it...

The Prime Minister looked at Nietzsche, who was touring the halls of the Ministry of Magic, and suddenly thought that he was a good prospect—his relative was the British administrator, and he was also a wizard, so at least his identity was quite suitable.

"Gentlemen, please follow me to the Wizengamor Trial Chamber on the tenth floor." Dumbledore pushed Fudge aside and focused his attention on them.

“Headmaster, where’s Quirinus?” Hermione asked anxiously. “We haven’t seen him since we came back from Westminster Palace. Could something have happened to him?”

“He’s preparing the incriminating documents, don’t worry... he doesn’t need to show up in person.” Dumbledore gave her a sedative.

The elevator could only reach the Department of Mysteries on the ninth floor. After following Dumbledore through a stone corridor, they finally saw two wooden doors covered with chains and keyholes.

The surrounding stones were all black and absorbed light very well, so even with torches nearby, the light could not be reflected.

The trial chamber was an almost oval room, with rows of chairs arranged in a tiered pattern around it. At the very bottom, on the open floor, stood an iron chair with shackles, positioned in the very center, visible to everyone.

Just as Nietzsche and Hermione were about to sit down, a very annoying sound suddenly came from next door.

"When did Muggles become allowed to come here?"

The speaker was a male wizard with long, golden-white hair, wearing a dark green robe, and like Nietzsche, he carried a cane, except... the top of his cane was a snake's head with emerald eyes.

There's no need to guess; you can tell from his hair color and gray eyes that he is the head of the Malfoy family.

“This is the courtroom; ordinary people shouldn’t be here,” Nietzsche said sarcastically. “After all, it’s your private room.”

“Hmph, wizard traitor.” Lucius showed a look of disgust and pulled his robe to the other side.

That's great. After the Weasleys' 'pure-blood traitor,' they've invented a new term—wizard traitor.

Nietzsche stood in front of the Prime Minister, confronting Lucius head-on.

Chapter 83 Malfoy: I woke up to find my home gone.

(Based on recent reversals, the fox will end this subplot as soon as possible. The matter of the Queen taking action yesterday was not considered by the fox, so it has been removed, since readers have pointed out the relationship between the guards and the Queen.)

Okay~ And I also fixed the flaw in the Sorting Hat today, specifically the part about the Sorting Time.