Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

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Nietzsche was very interested in the Wiesengamo courtroom.

First, most wizards still respected or feared Dumbledore; second, Headmaster Dumbledore did not sit far away like other wizards, but sat with Nietzsche and Hermione, among the Muggles.

However, if a wizard greets him, Dumbledore will still politely introduce those people to the Muggles.

'A conservative pro-Muggle?' Nietzsche analyzed in his mind.

"Silence!" Fudge banged his gavel on the high table opposite them. "Today's judge is Joseph Flint, who committed the attack on the Muggle Queen!"

Upon hearing this, the Queen immediately discerned Fudge's political stance.

Clearly, Fudge didn't consider wizards to be British, and simply believed that the Queen and the Prime Minister led ordinary people, while he himself was on equal footing with them...

Then, two dark, shadowy creatures, resembling a dark room, walked in from a doorway below.

As they dragged the prisoner in, the temperature in the courtroom began to drop. Hermione instinctively hugged herself tightly. She noticed that Joseph, bound to the iron chair in shackles, was pale and his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

“That’s a Dementor.” Dumbledore frowned, clearly displeased. “It seems Flint has already been harmed.”

“They look a lot like…like Voldemort,” Nietzsche said.

"Because Dementors feed on all the positive emotions of other creatures, Voldemort is indeed imitating them to some extent... They cannot be destroyed; they breed wherever there is fear and death."

In Dumbledore's account, Dementors are conceptual beings.

They are the opposite of joy and passion, feeding on the most vibrant parts of the human soul; Nietzsche had no interest in Dementors.

Just as the headmaster said, Joseph Flint, now with vacant eyes and a slight drool dripping from his mouth, has already been served by the Dementors. His dazed appearance frightens many wizards, but only Muggles...

"I thought at least the prisoners would stay conscious, but it seems they did it on purpose," the Prime Minister said with displeasure.

From the moment they arrived at the Ministry of Magic, all the wizards harbored feelings of exclusion and hostility, as if there were an invisible sign at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic that read:

Muggles, please stay away.

“I think there’s one more thing missing…” Sherlock suddenly said, “He also has a criminal record for several murders!”

“Umbridge, is that true?” Fudge was annoyed at being interrupted. He turned to the short, plump woman with a round face next to him.

Her lips were painted bright red with lipstick, and her hair was styled in an oversized pink bow.

“I’m not sure, after all, when Mr. Flint was imprisoned in Azkaban, he was targeted by Dementors for trying to escape…” Umbridge seemed to be deliberately imitating a little girl, making a shrill voice.

“I’m sorry,” Fudge said, suddenly realizing something. “Prime Minister, you can’t pin a trumped-up charge on a wizard.”

“Nietzsche…” Hermione nudged the person next to her with her elbow.

Nietzsche ignored her and continued to observe the wizards around him. He noticed that Lucius Malfoy made no unnecessary movements, his eyes fixed on Flint below.

When the other party heard Fudge's declaration, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nietzsche!!" Hermione finally couldn't help but pinch his thigh.

“I understand…” Nietzsche stood up, looking at the full seats, a little nervous. “Minister, we have Kava’s confession here, and there is enough evidence to prove that he is the murderer.”

Sherlock deliberately closed his eyes, not intending to participate in what was to come.

Perhaps he knew his brother's opinion of Nietzsche, and thus wanted to use this opportunity to give his son a chance to hone his skills.

“That’s still an accomplice, Mr. Holmes,” Umbridge said menacingly, his eyes bulging like a toad. “We erase the memories of Muggles who know magic precisely to prevent such things from happening.”

Her words changed the perspective of some wizards.

That's right, Muggles themselves go out and explore magical things, getting involved with wizards... So, in Umbridge's opinion, if Muggles had just behaved themselves, these kinds of common murders wouldn't have happened.

The Prime Minister was so angry that his mouth twisted into a crook. He was about to get up and curse when Sherlock, who was pretending to be asleep, grabbed his arm.

“As for wizards like Flint, I think we should lock him up in Azkaban to prevent him from having any contact with Muggles,” Umbridge declared.

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes. It seemed that the people at the Ministry of Magic were deliberately reversing cause and effect, gaining the approval of other wizards by siding with them:

Yes, if you Muggles hadn't been unable to contain your curiosity and deliberately befriended dark wizards, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened.

"Is it possible that Flint deliberately used Muggles to kill Muggles who were hindering the development of his family's interests?" Nietzsche looked at the ignorant wizards and sneered as he pulled out a stack of letters from his pocket.

This is a list of replies from various sources provided by Quirrell.

Some were his anonymous replies, others were found in Kawa's house... recording the entire course of events.

"Among them, Mr. Malfoy, because the territory inherited by his family was to be taken back by the British government, found the person in charge through Kava - Chief Justice Thomas, and killed him."

“I’m telling you! This isn’t about Muggle curiosity at all… On the contrary, if Kava had never known about wizards, the real mastermind would have always won!”

Nietzsche's voice was deafening, causing the group of people dressed in crimson wizard robes to hesitate.

The old witch, sitting in the very center, turned to look at Dumbledore. After reading the letters that represented the 'cause of the incident,' she became very angry because the contents were full of dark and violent rhetoric.

After being pushed back, Umbridge could only stare intently at Nietzsche.

“Do you know what you’re accusing?” Umbridge shrieked, propping him up. “You’re making baseless accusations against the Minister and Deputy Minister’s advisor! A pure-blooded figure of great historical significance!”

Hermione's eyes lit up.

Good grief, someone has self-destructed.

She found Dumbledore's eyes terrifying, unlike his usual kind, squinty eyes... The old lion opened his cloudy, grey-blue eyes and looked at Fudge with an accusatory tone.

“Although the cause was indeed related to ‘territory,’ Mr. Malfoy was not mentioned at all,” said a witch in a purple robe.

“Interesting, but the land in Wiltshire originally belonged to Armand Malfoy,” Nietzsche pressed on.

"What happened to those guys who wanted to kick us out of the Muggle industry..." A voice, punctuated by the sound of a cassette tape, broke the standoff. "I've already dealt with the dark magic items..."

It's a conversation between Malfoy and Flint.

The sound was coming from a radio.

"Arthur!" Fudge said blankly, "What is that thing?"

"Isn't it amazing? With such a small thing, I can hear everything the Malfoys do from home..." Arthur stammered, shrinking back as he explained the eavesdropping plan.

This solidified Malfoy's claim to the territory, and he was panting heavily, furious.

“You have actually violated wizarding laws... You have knowingly broken the law! This is an even greater crime!” Lucius roared, using his cane to support himself as he stood up. “Weasley, you are not fit to serve in the Division for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items!”

Nietzsche noticed that Arthur, the honest man, was panicking, so he interrupted Lucius.

"Whether Mr. Weasley has violated wizarding laws is irrelevant to this meeting." He smiled sinisterly.

Since Arthur Weasley himself was the author of the law prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items, he could find loopholes himself.

"You...you really did that?" Fudge swallowed hard.

It's over, it's all over. His political career is probably coming to an end.

“No, I have absolutely no idea.” Lucius paused, trying his best to distance himself. “I don’t know much about Muggle matters, so I wanted Flint to communicate in my place. I never expected him to try to frame me!”

He looked down at the disoriented Flint and then pinned all the blame on him.

So Flint, being a pure-blood, became a dark wizard who liked to secretly interact with Muggles, and he himself only wanted Flint to mediate because the other party understood Muggles.

“The territory was given to me by the Muggle king, and now he’s taking it back without any reason… As you know, Flint likes to open some shops and grow some herbs near my house.” Lucius adopted a very humble posture.

It's okay, just blame everything on the dead.

“I see, so Flint’s interests were thwarted by Muggles, so he took revenge…” Fudge slapped his forehead and immediately made his judgment.

“That’s right, that’s exactly it.” Malfoy hurriedly followed up, “My family has been around in the wizarding world for so long, how could we possibly care about a mere territory… Mr. Holmes, it was Flint who committed the murder, not me.”

Hermione couldn't hold back any longer.

She finally understood what 'Malfoy can never be charged' meant.

"So you actually wanted to find someone who understands Muggles to discuss this with the Supreme Court, but Flint killed him because of his own interests?" Hermione deliberately gave him a way out, going along with what he said.

“That’s right!” Lucius smiled and glanced at the name on the table. “You’re very clever… Miss Granger.”

"And you don't care whether your territory is taken back?"

"I don't care. I'm a pure-blood wizard, and that little bit of land was a gift from the Muggle king. After all this time, who would remember a dead Muggle?"

But Hermione suddenly leaned back and changed the subject.

“That’s wonderful, Mr. Malfoy. During the period when the bourgeoisie overthrew the Old World, Parliament confiscated the territories of the kings and nobles and abolished a series of feudal powers…”

Lucius was walking down the steps someone had given him when he suddenly lost his footing.

Just like the moving staircase at Hogwarts, which appears intact in the middle, but is actually just an illusion created by magic.

Lucius, on the other hand, gripped the scepter tightly with his tongue and ground his teeth... If he were to openly declare that he didn't care, the territory would surely be gone; but if he dared to oppose him, he would be the one instigating the killing of Muggles.

“I am a pure-blooded one,” Lucius said, emphasizing each word.

What a pity.

The Malfoy family has always been able to kill people and still reap the benefits, but things are different now. Today, they've been brought down by two children.

Meanwhile, Draco, who was playing with his friends at home, had no idea that when he woke up the next day, his house would be in danger of being destroyed.

“So it seems the whole thing wasn’t caused by contact with Muggles…” Nietzsche stood shoulder to shoulder with the girl and made the final announcement, “Then Flint should be handed over to Mr. Samuel.”

He had already anticipated the possibility of Malfoy escaping by cutting off his tail, so he used the recording to confirm Flint's crime.

"Impossible!" Fudge's face turned red as he pounded the table. "Leaving wizards in the care of Muggles will only make things worse... You have no way to deal with a wizard!"

Samuel stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

"Watch over him? What makes you think he's still alive?" he said.

Just execute him and that's it.

No problem. If the wizard can stop 5.56 bullets, he can try the 12.7 caliber M2 Browning.

Samuel of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs nodded gratefully to Nietzsche. His voice was not loud, but the decisiveness in his words left the wizards speechless for a moment.

Witch hunts... they couldn't help but recall that darkest era.

“Crouch!” Dumbledore suddenly called out to someone, “You are now the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.”

“I understand…” Barty Crouch, dressed smartly, recovered and immediately said, “We can hand Flint over to the US government, but we need two Aurors to accompany him and confirm his death.”

“How could we wizards…” Umbridge was furious.

“Don’t forget the relationship between American wizards and Muggles,” Crouch said impatiently. “We’re just trying to ease tensions between the two. We’re just handing over a serious criminal; he’s already living a life worse than death in Azkaban anyway.”