Chapter 192

"You want me to handle this? But...but I can't...I mean, I can make up some stories to make Muggles laugh..." Lockhart backed down.

"It doesn't matter, just give the potion to the Prime Minister and leave it to the house elves." Nietzsche said with a smile, "People always need to grow up. Now it's your turn. Get out of the Hall of Ceremony."

So go ahead and become a Councilor... Great Lockhart.

Chapter 302: Collision between the Ministry of Magic and the Federation of Wizards

The summer when the dry hot wind carried the smell of blood was coming to an end. What made Nietzsche happiest was the enjoyment he had at home... This home refers to the Granger family.

But this is no wonder Nietzsche, after all, Mrs. Granger seems to like him a little more than her daughter. Of course, only Hermione thinks so, because she always has the least dessert.

Mr. Granger was even lazier. After the Dementors and Death Eaters escaped from prison, he started commuting to get off work every day. Later, unless a patient called, he spent the rest of the time taking care of pets.

The sentence he said the most was: "Crookshanks... Crookshanks! Bullying Mercury again!"

It was no longer the sound of gunshots in the living room that woke Nietzsche in the morning, but the cooing of owls and the sound of Crookshanks' wooden boards.

"Morning." He walked out of his small bedroom, stretched out, and said hello to Hermione next door, "Your hair...did you forget to use conditioner again?"

He saw that Hermione's curly hair was tied in a few knots, her sky blue pajamas were loose, and she didn't mention the collar that had slipped from her shoulders.

Hermione was relatively image-conscious at first, but after Nietzsche stayed at Granger's house until August, she returned to her original slovenly appearance, and she just rolled her eyes lazily when faced with such reminders.

*Hermione, who was half-awake, used a headbutt attack.

"You two, come down quickly. By the way, Nietzsche, your cat seems to be getting heavier and heavier." Mrs. Granger glanced at the two people fighting in the stairwell and shook her head helplessly.

But Nietzsche paid no attention to Crookshanks, who was lying on Mr. Granger's lap. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Hermione who was staggering downstairs, his eyes drifting unconsciously on her crooked pajamas.

It seemed like... it was getting heavier in some places, he was sure of it.

Several owls flew in from the kitchen, adding a lot of letters to the table, giving Hermione something to do before dinner.

"From Harry Potter, who had a great time at the Black house with Ron and Neville; and from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley." She opened each letter carefully, read it, and used magic Quill pen to write a reply.

"Can't you just enjoy your vacation?"

Nietzsche didn't know how she persisted. To him, such trivial things were almost like a pile of junk papers stuffed in the middle of the bookshelf, which would only disturb his mind.

However, Hermione never tired of it. Even if it was a simple greeting, she would reply in a long paragraph.

"But these things should be done, unless you take care of these internal affairs!" She puffed up her face and said proudly, "But since you are busy with foreign affairs, I won't make it difficult for you."

"You call this internal affairs? I don't even need to open it to see what they want to say." Nietzsche casually pulled aside the letter dropped by a group of owls.

He touched the envelopes from George and Fred. They were bulging inside, and they must be some kind of prank. When he opened them, there was no guarantee that some fireworks, frogs, and popping candy would pop out.

As for Harry, he and his friends would probably make the wizard's house look like a haunted house, deliberately taking revenge on Dudley...

"Have you heard? I was watching the news this morning. Gilderoy Lockhart, who promoted the Flying Car, actually revealed that he was a wizard." Mr. Granger held Crookshanks in his left hand and put Mo on his right shoulder. Qiuli came over.

During these days when he is not going out, he is keen on cultivating a relationship with his family pets.

"How was the response?" Nietzsche asked curiously.

"Nice...a classic pacifist, really."

Nietzsche couldn't help but think of Lockhart's self-introduction in the auditorium in the second grade. Those so-called hopes for world peace were just the persona he advertised for himself. In fact, he was very afraid of death.

But no matter what, as long as ordinary people have a good impression of Lockhart.

"Here is a letter from Dumbledore!" Hermione suddenly interrupted the conversation between them, reading the letter with an embarrassed expression.

"It's probably about a new book or something..." Nietzsche ignored it.

But just as he was about to serve some soup, Hermione bumped her thigh under the table, pursed her lips and grinded her front teeth, first looked at Mr. Granger, and finally just stuffed the letter into his hand.

Dumbledore...Dumbledore...Every time Nietzsche heard this name, he felt like nothing good was going on.

I saw it read:

‘Nietzsche John Holmes is involved in violating the International Statute of Confidentiality of Wizards. After discussing with the British Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot Wizards will inform you that you must go to the Ministry of Magic for trial on August 31st. ’

The Wizengamot is the highest court in the wizarding world, and the International Confederation of Wizards is the United Nations of wizards.

However, judging from the content, it seems to have been obstructed by the Ministry of Magic.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Granger saw her daughter's serious expression and couldn't help but secretly mocked, "What big thing has happened in the magic world that needs you two little wizards to deal with?"

But Nietzsche simply folded the letter and put it back in his pocket, saying casually: "It's just a notice to start school one day earlier."

This was expected and reasonable, but Nietzsche couldn't understand for a while whether this Wizengamot judgment notice was in Dumbledore's will...

After breakfast, Hermione hurriedly pulled Nietzsche upstairs in front of her father. She pushed him to her bedroom, turned around and locked the door, and also used magic to cast an anti-eavesdropping spell.

Afterwards, Nietzsche watched her rummaging around on the bookshelf, and finally took out a copy of "The Wizengamot Charter of Powers" and "The International Statute of Secrecy" from it.

"Don't worry, I'll look for it... There's a list of the defendant's rights here..." Hermione frowned and said, "I found it! I think they will accuse you of violating Article 73."

Article 73 of the International Statute of Secrecy: The Ministry of Magic of each country will bear important responsibilities. If anything harms the Muggle society, then its international management agency will be punished together with the offender.

This accusation alone is enough for other wizards to refuse to defend the defendant.

"How can they do this? When Voldemort was making trouble, why didn't they help!" Hermione said angrily.

She didn't think Nietzsche had done anything wrong, so he felt more relaxed and comforted him in return: "What are you afraid of? Isn't there still the Ministry of Magic standing in front of you?"

But thinking about the trials I have encountered before, I always feel that those wizard associations are just playing house, except for intimidation and accusations.

From being a former audience member to being the defendant now, the feeling is different~

As for Fudge... forget it, Nietzsche believes he can handle this kind of thing, it is better to spend some time with Hermione at night~

Chapter 303: The Debut of Politician Lockhart

Hermione seemed very nervous about this accusation. She always hugged a few books at night, and at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, she tiptoed to Nietzsche's bed and carried him to look for other related cases.

Among the wizards who can be accused of violating the Statute of Secrecy, most are dark wizards, and only they don't care whether they are discovered by Muggles.

But there are still people who are willing to defend Nietzsche, of course not Hermione Granger, but she has not read all the laws and regulations, so this person is Gilderoy Lockhart, who has just been promoted to a British politician.

At noon on the 31st, the other party's head hit the wooden door of Granger's house and made a clanging sound.

"My head..." Lockhart covered his swollen forehead and squatted on the steps, complaining, "Oh, I should have known not to use the Apparition spell."

It was Nietzsche's rune that worked, isolating other magic and blocking the Apparition spell, which caused Lockhart's position to change and hit the door frame.

But after seeing Mrs. Granger opening the door, his expression changed at the speed of light, and he put on a smile with white teeth.

"You are...you are the wizard councilor?!" Mr. Granger said in surprise.

"Shh~Please keep it a secret for me, both of you. Because of time, I have to borrow your fireplace." Lockhart said politely, and threw some Floo powder into the ashes with sparks.

And Mr. Granger was just surprised by the visitor. After a few words of advice, he continued to use Crookshanks to kill the boring afternoon tea time.

The Floo Network is not like a series of roads. Nietzsche had experienced it long ago. It feels like jumping... Let the data ignore the serial wires and just send it from one node to another.

The three of them came out of the gold-plated Ministry of Magic stove dedicated to transmission, and patted the ashes on their bodies.

This was the second time Nietzsche reached the depths of the tenth floor. Walking through the corridor of the Department of Mysteries, he looked at the closed black doors and heard many crisp clocks and beautiful songs coming from inside.

At those doorways, there were also translucent black veils, fluttering in the windless underground corridors.

"If you are not innocent, then the Ministry of Magic will also be punished... Hey, who would have thought that Fudge supported the Statute of Secrecy back then?" Lockhart used crude magic to light the torches on the wall.

"Those people will target Nietzsche. I guarantee that they will use the "Carlotta Case" to pressure him!" Hermione said.

Carlotta Pinkstone was a radical who supported the abolition of the Statute of Secrecy in the 1970s and used magic openly in front of Muggles many times, and was finally imprisoned in Azkaban.

But Nietzsche was completely different from Carlotta. The latter just couldn't stand this kind of humiliation, and was very stubborn and exposed magic simply to satisfy her own desires.

Lockhart stood at the door, looking very calm, not as haggard as he was when he heard the news of the basilisk, but in high spirits. He turned around and smoothed the wrinkles on Nietzsche's wizard robe before slowly pushing open the wooden door.

The solemn and gloomy atmosphere in the courtroom came to the face, and the fire spread along the rows of seats on both sides that were gradually rising.

"Don't worry..." Nietzsche saw Dumbledore in a purple robe, and there was an empty seat over there, so he asked Hermione to sit over there, and he and Lockhart came to the center of the venue.

There was also an iron chair with chains in the middle. Nietzsche thought that he was not a Death Eater, so neither of them sat on it.

"Very good, the defendant is here." Fudge sat in the middle of the first row of chairs, with a cold face, and shouted to the bench opposite, "Can we start? Please hurry up, I have a lot to do tonight. Very busy.”

Nietzsche looked behind him and saw that in addition to the members of the Wizengamot, there were also some unknown old wizards in strange clothes. They kept whispering that they were delegations from the Wizards Federation.

Samuel G, a representative of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, responded with a cold voice:

"Based on the evidence, the Confederation of Wizards charges Nietzsche John Holmes with violations of Order 13 of the International Statute of Secrecy, Order 73 of the International Statute of Secrecy, and Order 3 of the Statute of Restraint of Minors."

"Holmes, is it true that you used magic many times at No. 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, and used the Calendar Charm, the Patronus Charm and other magic?"

"That's right," Nietzsche replied.

"You knew it was a Muggle area, but you didn't do anything to cover it up afterwards?" Samuel continued.

"right."

"Very well, the Wizards' Federation has used its authority to check the records of the Department for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic. You received a formal warning from the Ministry of Magic in 1992. Due to your deliberate exposure of magic, we will..."

But Lockhart raised a finger and kept making tut-tsk sounds from his mouth, interrupting the black shadow on the high platform with this funny behavior.

"The defendant used magic to protect himself and Muggles. According to Article 7 of the Restraint Act, any underage wizard can use magic under special circumstances." Lockhart retorted with ease.

"That's true, yes, but Mr. Holmes can choose to leave." Others in the delegation accused.

"Leave?" Nietzsche smiled with relief, "Voldemort has been resurrected and is killing Muggles wantonly, and you have reduced the behavior allowed under special circumstances to 'self-preservation'?"

"The Dark Lord...the Purifier...whatever mess, that is your business, Britain's own business!" the delegation said, "Even if you did not violate the "Restraint Act", you also violated the "Confidentiality Act" !”

"Then Voldemort also violated the Statute of Secrecy. Why didn't you invite him over?" Nietzsche said.

"Of course, as long as the Ministry of Magic arrests the person, we will conduct a trial..."

On the sidelines, this is the attitude of the Wizards' Federation towards any form. Nietzsche felt disgusted with this group of people. He drooped his eyelids, naturally drooped his hands, and touched lightly with his thumb and middle finger, letting the rage release from his fingertips.

The Confederation of Wizards believes that Britain is out of control, and that these out-of-control situations will lead to other wizarding out-of-control situations due to Muggle connections.

"So Holmes is innocent!" Fudge roared angrily. "Dementors and werewolves attack Muggles. At such a necessary moment, we need some necessary means. Bring me the witnesses of the Wizengamot!"

Under the minister's order, Scrimgeour brought a woman up from outside. Nietzsche looked over and found that the woman turned out to be his landlord during the summer vacation - Mrs. Figg.

No wonder the other party's rent was so small and he was kind enough to invite him to the Dursleys' house.

Dumbledore stood up and handed his chair over to the frightened Mrs. Figg to sit down.

"Arabelle Dorian Figg, please describe the current situation of Muggles to the representatives of the wizarding union." Fudge ordered rudely.

"I'm a squib living near Privet Drive...Although Muggles are capable of dealing with some Death Eaters, they can't do anything about the unorthodox things." Feige said tremblingly, "For example, Wolfsbane and Dementors.”

"It was a failure of the British Ministry of Magic to allow werewolves to attack Muggles---" those people trailed off as they spoke.

"Yeah~ That's right." Lockhart scolded, "If you cannot handle the relationship with the Muggle government when the wizard is exposed, it is also your own problem. As for us--we are working with the Muggles to deal with the mysterious people."

The table was knocked, and the delegations showed their angry and angry faces.

"We are talking about violating the Statute of Secrecy, not what to do after violating the Statute of Secrecy!" the wizard shouted in a thick American accent.

"Then who broke the law first?" Lockhart said fiercely while protecting his suit, "It was the mysterious man. He was commanding werewolves, vampires, giants... and Holmes was protecting the magical world!"

In this tone, the first person to violate the "Confidentiality Act" was Yin, and the latter's violation of the law was only to make up for the difficulties caused by the former's violation of the law, and successfully removed Nitai.

As a result, the Wizengamot and the other wizards began to talk to each other, and the courtroom was filled with whispers.

Chapter 304 Ministry of Magic: If I say not guilty, then I am not guilty.

"Mrs. Figg, please tell me something about what happened that night." Dumbledore said very forcefully as the chief magician of the Wizengamot.

"Yes...that night the streets were full of dark creatures. I first saw the dementors attacking the Dursleys...then I saw a huge three-headed snake patronus driving them away..." said Mrs. Figg with a look of horror.

"First? Are you sure you saw the dementors first?" Lockhart asked.

"Although I am a squib, I still have eyes!"

"Very well, the defendant, Mr. Holmes, was protecting Muggles. He was passive in the entire leak incident." Lockhart said quickly, "Obviously you have accused the wrong person. The one who really violated the law was the Dark Lord."

Nietzsche lowered his head, hiding the slight smile on his lips.

But this is no wonder Lockhart, because he did not know that this accident was actually directed by Nietzsche. Not only that, even Dumbledore, who had a squib as an informant in the wizarding world, had no way of knowing.

Nietzsche was relieved that the trial was not of the rector's will.