Chapter 140

Snape began to panic, just like those Muggles who study quantum physics.

The crazy scolding, ridicule, and sarcasm were meaningless at this moment, and could not cover up Snape's emptiness and confusion. In the end, facing the calm Lupin, he returned to the office and closed the door.

Only the vicissitudes of life Lupin was left, sighing heavily.

However, he still spent his last days in school. When the report card was issued, which was the last day of the semester, the students who returned from Hogsmeade could see Professor Lupin sitting at the dinner.

This year, Gryffindor won the college cup thanks to Harry's performance in Quidditch and Snape's usual mercy.

The whole hall was decorated with red and gold, which looked like a farewell to Lupin.

"Be quiet~" Dumbledore waited until the Gryffindors had made enough noise before he pulled his throat and let the sound gradually subside.

He gave up his seat and let Lupin stand up.

Everyone knew what was going on - they would never see Professor Lupin again next year.

Lupin stood at the guest of honor seat, his eyes taking in all the students at Hogwarts. After a long while, he said, "To be honest, Dumbledore's invitation to me was already the biggest help."

Nietzsche noticed the flames of hundreds of candles above his head, which illuminated the tears in his eyes.

"But it's worth it now. I can go find Black by the way..." Lupin blinked at the Gryffindor table, "and my body is not strong enough to support it, so I won't bother Severus."

If Nietzsche hadn't heard about what happened back then, he would have almost thought that he and the dean were good friends.

Friends? No.

But they were close friends who had risked their lives...

But others didn't know. For Gryffindor, it was like a heavy bomb was thrown into the Black Lake, exploding fish and water.

George: "What? That old bat Snape will help people?"

Fred: "Help, Professor Lupin is under the Imperius Curse."

There was a black dog squatting in the corner of the hall. No student knew that Sirius was staring at Harry and Lupin... When he heard that the first thing Lupin did after leaving was to find him, he excitedly said "hello":

He opened his mouth and barked a few times.

"What about Professor Grendel?" The Ravenclaws noticed the old professor who also had no sense of existence, "Will he leave with you?"

Their hearts were all tightened.

"Don't worry, I don't have any intention of leaving." Grindelwald swallowed a piece of steak and said slowly, "As a friend of Albus, I still hope that I can live in Hogwarts for the rest of my life."

His cold humor made the originally sad atmosphere dissipate a little.

But except Hermione and Nietzsche, no one else knew his real intention of staying in school---only he could guard Voldemort's Horcruxes instead of Principal Dumbledore and study ways to fight against it.

Nietzsche looked at his old dean again and found that Snape looked better than before.

Although he didn't expect him to be as kind as Lupin and Dumbledore, this indifferent calmness was good enough compared to his gloomy face and his displeasure with everyone.

Is it also an improvement?

After the dinner, when Lupin returned to his office to pack up his tattered suitcase, Hermione followed him quietly.

The next day, when the Hogwarts Express left the Hogsmeade platform, Hermione told Nietzsche a great news:

"I wrote down the method of making wolfsbane potion on paper and gave it to Professor Lupin."

"Are you sure a displaced werewolf can have money to buy potions?" But Nietzsche was best at pouring a bucket of cold water when she was happy.

"It's okay. I sent a month's worth of dosage and potion raw materials in advance so that he can find a job and continue until the day of payday... Please, you can think of it, why can't I think of it."

Hermione had just enjoyed a moment of sunshine and tranquility when she was interrupted by Sirius Black, who tucked his tail between his legs and got on the train.

"You said... How can I meet Harry as the godfather?" The big black dog gradually grew limbs, and he completed an Animagus in front of the two of them.

Nietzsche crossed his legs, covered his face with a newspaper, and sat aside in silence.

In fact, after he saw the Animagus, he was thinking about something very interesting: since this kind of human body transformation includes clothes, if he plucked out the hair of the Animagus, would it be tearing the clothes into pieces?

"Why are you looking at me? Do I know Harry very well?" Hermione said unhappily.

She stretched her legs under the dining table and placed them on the knees of Nietzsche, who was sitting opposite her. She could maintain the most comfortable stretching posture in the closed and crowded space. Of course, her boots were cleaned with a cleaning spell.

And Crookshanks could walk around on this "Tower Bridge" under the table.

Nietzsche was in a daze, and suddenly, the newspaper in front of him was torn off.

"But we said it, can you listen to it?" He looked at Hermione helplessly.

"I heard that he was very unhappy in his Muggle family, and I just want to make up for it as much as possible..." Black tried to put away the irritability in his heart and said softly, "I have done a lot of wrong things, so I don't want to do stupid things again."

It is not so simple for Black to visit Harry.

First, he had to consider and deal with Harry Potter's own emotions, and second, the attitude of the Dursleys towards wizards.

"It's very simple, you go buy the most expensive clothes for non-wizards." Nietzsche said, "No matter how much the Dursleys hate wizards or James Potter, you have to endure it."

Having to endure criticism and ridicule from others for no reason was already making Blake uncomfortable.

This is not in line with his style.

"Why?"

"You can also lose your temper...if you can't shoulder the responsibility of 'godfather'." Hermione interjected.

"But think on the bright side, as long as you endure it, you can take Harry for a spin at the amusement park. Believe me, no child who is locked up at home every day will not like it there."

All Blake had to do was wait for Harry to relax and tell the story slowly.

Sirius was very concerned about Harry's affairs. He planned the goals for the holiday over and over again. It was not until the express train pulled into King's Cross Station that Hermione and Nietzsche calmed down.

He lay by the window and looked at Harry, who was dragging his luggage and walking lifelessly to Uncle Vernon.

"Aren't you leaving?" After Hermione walked out of King's Cross Station, she hugged her parents and stood next to the car and said doubtfully, "Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson are not here today, so we can take you back."

After she saw Nietzsche throwing the luggage into the trunk, she took a few steps back.

"You guys go back first, I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron."

Chapter 204 Yes, Mr. Minister!

The Leaky Cauldron has changed a lot. After just one semester, Nietzsche found that the space of the entire bar had nearly doubled, and the record stores and bookstores on the left and right were integrated into it.

But those Muggle items have not disappeared: the original books in the bookstore are still there for wizards to browse, and in the middle, there is a sacred Muggle record player.

After the expansion, the decoration was naturally not as dark and dirty as before. Not long after Nietzsche came in, he saw several ordinary people paying pounds.

"Here!"

Nietzsche raised his head and discovered that the second floor was not just a guest room, but also a corridor with a zigzag structure, and Fudge was sitting on a chair saying hello.

After he sat down, without saying anything, someone brought a glass of mead and iced strawberry sparkling water.

"Ever since you set up a wizarding factory, the Muggle government has learned that this bar is the entrance and exit point for wizards, so they bought the shops on both sides and gave it to Old Tom... Tsk... What a blessing ah."

Tom Abbott won't have to worry about galleons for the rest of his life. He'll get paid just sitting here.

"Do you know the history of this bar?" Fudge took a sip of mead and took a first guess.

"Mr. Minister, you know that I am a Muggle wizard." Nietzsche temporarily gave him the limelight because of the free drinks.

The view from the second floor is very good. You can see all kinds of people when you lower your head. The wizards in robes are not too shocking compared to Muggles.

In addition to the workers who had just gotten off work and had not had time to take off their work clothes, there were also a few people wearing spiked punk leather clothes. These ordinary people were sitting next to the wizards, and they did not find the topics they were talking about ridiculous.

In fact, ordinary people today have heard of things that are more sensational than magic and potions.

"As No. 1 in Diagon Alley, the Leaky Cauldron already existed two centuries before the birth of the Statute of Secrecy, so it was the first bar in the UK. Muggles would also come here at that time,"

"Can you imagine? Muggles thought wizards were aliens at first, but now... they are somewhat popular?"

Fudge pointed to the group of people in the corner, letting Nietzsche see a few drunk wizards using a disappearing spell to disappear empty wine bottles in front of several young people, while the young people were yelling. Do it again.

But everything comes with a price...

Immediately afterwards, he saw Hannah Abbott running over angrily and filling in two more items on the bill.

"Nothing remains unchanged, and wizards always have the opportunity to stand up again." Nietzsche also said, "We don't need to limit the wizarding world to the end of the seventeenth century. I can guarantee... they need us. "

Here it is.

The person sitting here is not a famous wizard in the magic world, nor a principal or professor, but Fudge, who has the power and voice among wizards... As long as he is here, he will have power.

Deception has no meaning in front of the violent machine used to maintain order.

This is also the reason why Moriarty is close to the prime minister and important government officials of various countries.

He just wants to do these things openly.

"You need it..." Fudge looked squarely at the underage wizard in front of him.

With his strong skills and the power behind him, pulling the Malfoy family into the abyss is enough to prove that Nietzsche is not some ignorant little wizard who knows nothing.

"But you see, nothing is absolute. When you open a gap to Muggles, you will also let in some criminals. You can't filter them out." Fudge lowered his voice and talked about the Purifiers. .

Until the Muggles take the initiative to expose themselves, no one knows whether the next one to come in will be the Purifier.

"It's the Ministry of Magic that has no way." Nietzsche corrected his wording, "Before the Purgers entered the magic world, their identities belonged to Muggles, not wild men from the mountains."

"Do you have a way?"

"You need to negotiate a strict review mechanism with the British government. This is not the 16th and 17th centuries. It is not necessary to visit the local area to investigate a person. With just one button, a person's life can be presented."

Fudge was a little creepy, because in the Ministry of Magic, no wizard was recorded casually, and even the truth serum was strictly used and required to be applied in advance.

"The Statute of Secrecy is still there." The minister cleared his throat and reminded.

Nietzsche smiled without comment, but he sneered in his heart.

Secrecy?

He would not take the initiative to disturb the Statute of Secrecy. Leading a small group of British wizards to resist the entire magic world and breaking the Statute of Secrecy, such a sacred task, naturally should be given to Voldemort.

This is the pioneer.

"But your factory with Miss Granger..."

Fudge couldn't make up his mind. He said it was illegal, after all, Nietzsche didn't know about it with Muggles; but he said it was not illegal, because exposure was always a risk.

"It's just a business, Mr. Minister." Nietzsche's eyes condensed, and he hurriedly stopped him, "And it's a business related to the British government, but... this is their dereliction of duty, you can hold them accountable for this."

"Oh?" Fudge became interested.

"Why did the Purgers touch the magic world and attack the Ministry of Magic's enforcement team? This is because the Muggles didn't do their job well! They should check their own internal affairs to see if someone secretly informed the Purgers."

The black player led away and launched a flash attack.

What blocked Nietzsche's attack was Moriarty's shield, so he only needed to divert the attention of the British government to attack the 'Purgers' hiding behind.

Nietzsche unknowingly began to indulge in Moriarty's chess game.

"It seems... is that so?" Fudge took a breath, not understanding the twists and turns inside.

"But the problem is that there is a very important weakness here. This hidden danger will cause the British government to think that it is the problem of the individual purgers, not them."

"How to do it?"

"It's actually very simple. It just depends on your one thought---this is a legal and compliant business."

Now the two worlds are still in a semi-divided state. In addition, the British wizards in the Ministry of Magic always have an attitude of "standing on the sidelines" towards Muggle affairs, which makes Nietzsche unable to connect wizards and Muggles.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic must recognize that the wizard factory is a legal business.

Recognition means "protection", and it also means that the two governments must "take responsibility".

This is also true for Fudge. Recognizing the legality means that if the "Statute of Secrecy" is broken in the future because of the wizard factory, he will also bear the risk of being infamous for thousands of years.

But don't admit it... Even if the purgers kill all the people in the Ministry of Magic, it has nothing to do with the Muggle Prime Minister. It is purely for personal reasons. At most, they can help issue a wanted order.

Fudge looked down at the people coming and going in the Leaky Cauldron below:

One person left, but after a while four more people pushed open the door, and the gold Galleons, silver Sickles, copper Knuts and pennies collided with each other, making a jingling sound along with the doorbell.

"Did the Scourers come in from the Leaky Cauldron?" Fudge suddenly took a big gulp of wine.

"I don't know, maybe, who knows." Nietzsche shrugged, "Anyway... he didn't do it here, did he?"

Because this is a legal business, a place to invest, do it here, and wait for the government to eat the next day!