Chapter 148

"I will look forward to the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic... Really, I am looking forward to meeting some familiar people again..." Seeing that his goal was achieved, Moran did not want to fight anymore. He covered his wound, turned around and disappeared on the spot.

Obscurus hit the walls around him again and again, and then suddenly pointed his spear at Nietzsche.

It swooped down, and Nietzsche did not dodge. He stood there with his wand. He watched Obscurus getting closer and closer, but his heart was confused: Whose fault was it that Obscurus was used?

He could even feel the jealousy and hatred in it.

Maybe it was trust, because the Phoenix King Bird knocked Obscurus's head off the side the next moment.

"Fiendfyre..."

A wisp of fierce fire came out of the black unicorn hair wand core. It was very small. When it flew into the air, it was as inconspicuous as a spark, but when it landed on Obscurus, it immediately stuck to it.

Those uncontrolled magic powers were not top-notch combustibles. In less than half a minute, Obscurus became a ball of burning foam.

They won, but they didn't have the joy that a winner should have.

After dealing with the spreading Fiendfire with Quirrell, Nietzsche opened the door again. He saw many people trembling and huddled together, making the sign of the cross, and making way for them without any gratitude or joy in their eyes.

On the balcony of the concert hall, Nietzsche saw Moriarty sitting there, with a smile on his face that seemed to come from winning the five-minute chess game against Sherlock.

"It's all over." Moriarty said with a smile.

"You don't seem to be surprised by the end of the Purger..." Nietzsche held his wand tightly, unable to do anything under the attention of the crowd.

The Obscure died, but the hatred seemed to have shifted to him.

It was as if war could not be avoided.

"Aren't you surprised that the British Prime Minister and the Home Secretary didn't stop me? Especially after they learned that it was my purpose... All I wanted was to have weapons, and Britain needed money."

Ironically, after Mycroft reported the assassination, the only thing that was arranged was to double the police force.

Even if the Prime Minister already knew that there would be wizards and Obscurus tonight.

"Even if I don't give them a reason, this peace will end sooner or later. I just need to wait, and you, Nietzsche, who has embarked on this path in advance, even if I can't wait until that day, don't you still have you?"

Moriarty slowly returned the chess pieces to their positions and turned the direction.

He and Sherlock were finished, Nietzsche knew that now... it was his turn.

Chapter 217 All cheap bones

That night, Nietzsche didn't do it after all, and didn't give those nobles a reason to tear their faces apart.

Although Moriarty was arrested, there was no news on the filtered news. Thinking about the bad side, he would even continue to stay behind the scenes and work for those people.

Nietzsche lay on the bed, not wanting to go anywhere. He didn't open any of the letters sent by his friends at school... He just lay there, staring at the ceiling.

Usually, Sherlock should do this, but today it was his turn.

The bedroom door was not closed, and Hermione stood at the door imitating the knocking sound.

"knock knock~"

Nietzsche ignored her and turned over, burying his head in Crookshanks' hair.

"You've locked yourself up at home for a month!" Hermione sighed, sat down next to him, and opened a few unopened letters, "Tsk... It seems we missed Ron and Neville's invitation."

At first, they invited her and Nietzsche to participate in the wizard Quidditch competition held every four years.

Later, after not seeing any letters or calls back, Harry sent a few more photos: a huge Quidditch field and wizard tents; and some classmates playing with fireworks.

But Nietzsche just glanced at them indifferently.

So?

If you miss it, you miss it. Anyway, he has no interest in Quidditch.

"How about going to Diagon Alley?" Hermione twisted his head and turned it hard, "Mr. Watson is getting married, and my mother asked me to buy some gifts."

Only after hearing the news that the second father was getting married did Nietzsche sit up from the bed in a dead voice.

"I don't know..."

"Let's go to Diagon Alley and see." Hermione thought he didn't know what gift to buy.

"I don't know if we are right." Nietzsche's eyes were dull, and his gray-blue eyes were dim. "Inevitable war, inevitable death, it seems that everything is a reincarnation."

The confident government wants to gain both fame and fortune;

Innocent people are gradually erased in the human symbol system, leaving only desires and purposes.

He seems to be following Moriarty's old path...Apart from this expectation, even if he can prevent himself from becoming a person like Moriarty, he can't guarantee that others are like him.

It's like, sometimes he thinks that the Prime Minister and the Home Secretary met the wrong people and were deceived, just like he used Fudge.

But he didn't expect that they and Moriarty are a complete collection of interests: Britain wants to make money from the war and sit on the chair of the "sun never sets" again, so it must maintain Moriarty's desires.

Nietzsche was almost tortured crazy by his own suspicion...

But Hermione kept silent about it, just put clothes on him and dragged him out of the bed.

The drawing-room was very quiet. Mrs. Hudson, who had been in charge of the Holmes family's meals all this time, was sitting in a chair knitting.

When Sherlock Holmes heard the footsteps of the two people, he pursed his lips tightly, not knowing what to say.

"Well..." He seemed to understand what Nietzsche was thinking, and he hesitated after hearing Hudson's cough, "At least we avoided the war this time... didn't we?"

He did so reluctantly, with a smile that comforted Nietzsche.

"But what if I want to promote the third energy revolution?" Nietzsche replied in a daze.

When he thought about the inevitable erosion of his achievements in the entire macro system, he felt sick and angry, and even began to hate the things used to maintain order.

He had another way - to stop this crazy idea.

Once the energy revolution cannot be promoted, Moriarty's ambitions will not be able to expand. However, Nietzsche's doing so means that he has to maintain the order that has existed in the magical world for thousands of years and deny all his assumptions about wizards:

Superman does not exist.

Sherlock fell silent and continued to drink in a daze.

"Don't worry, I don't know much about that...but isn't Sherlock a detective?" Mrs. Hudson said softly, "As long as the war hasn't broken out yet, you can always find a way."

Nietzsche tried to object to her, but Hermione took his arm and shook her head slightly.

London in August was not that cold and humid anymore. Although the temperature was not much higher, at least Nietzsche felt much better when he walked on Charing Cross Street under the summer sun and looked at the buskers and vendors on the street.

If he could, he would rather envy these people who couldn't sense Moriarty's shadow.

Although the Leaky Cauldron changed its appearance, the way to Diagon Alley remained the same. After Hermione tapped the corresponding brick with her wand, an archway leading to the wizarding world appeared.

"Maybe we can buy some magic jewelry, or an owl...so Mercury doesn't have to run in both directions."

Hermione walked excitedly in front, chattering there, while Nietzsche followed behind without saying a word.

To be honest, when she saw a shop, she wanted to sell something. Even Madam Malkin's Robe Shop wanted to customize a few pieces... But that is, what's the point of ordinary people wearing wizard robes?

Hmm...can I blend in with a wizard?

"On the wedding day, you can't have a sad face." Hermione pulled his cheeks and pulled them to both sides.

"You are carefree." Nietzsche slapped the devil's claws away.

They first went to Gringotts to exchange gold for a handful of gold galleons. When they walked out, Nietzsche felt slightly better after listening to the laughter and shouts in Diagon Alley, like a normal person. .

Just when Hermione was hesitating whether to customize some robes for her parents, something flew out of the crucible shop.

"Stupid thing, get out!" A tall and thin witch pushed open the door and shouted angrily outside, "Staying here to take care of your food is already giving you face, get out! Don't take my The guests were all scared away!”

"You didn't pay Dobby!"

Nietzsche saw the house elf that came out of Malfoy's house last year crawling out of the trash can. It didn't notice the two people behind it and waved its little fist at the owner of the crucible shop confidently.

But the witch didn't feel that she had done anything wrong, and even spat at Dobby.

"You begged me to take in you, a house elf, and now you dare to ask me for money?" After she noticed Nietzsche and Hermione, she smiled again.

“Dobby didn’t ask you to take him in, Dobby asked ‘can I work for you’!”

"Yes, didn't I ask you to work for me?"

"But you didn't give Dobby any money."

Seeing that the topic had changed again, the witch lost her good temper. She raised her wand angrily, planning to teach the house elf a lesson.

Interestingly, Nietzsche noticed that Dobby clenched his fists not to be outdone.

Because house elves are a race conquered by ancient wizards using magic, and the magical world is closed, the idea of ​​'slave and master' has always remained in the minds of wizards and house elves.

Yes, it's a one-sided colonization... not a war between goblins and wizards.

(The relationship between goblins and wizards is similar to 'ancient Britain and Spain' and 'modern Britain and Ireland')

Hermione wanted to stop the conflict, but Nietzsche held her hand firmly with their fingers intertwined.

'Let me see...if you are free, will you resist, or will you become a slave again...'

Chapter 218 New semester, new followers

The magic hit Dobby, and several whip-like scratches appeared on his body.

It's not very lethal, but no one wants to be treated like a slave, especially Dobby.

"You are not allowed to insult Dobby!"

Dobby suddenly waved his fist furiously, and the magic power almost crushed him, knocking the opponent over and flying into the store. Then Dobby looked helplessly as if he had done something wrong, and quickly picked up the fallen merchandise. Help him up.

It seems to be expressing: What happened between me and her has nothing to do with other people or other things.

The movement in the crucible shop attracted other wizards, and the other bosses all looked over, but their eyes immediately turned to Nietzsche and Hermione.

After all, who would suspect a house elf?

"Dobby hurt the wizard, bad Dobby... Bad Dobby should be arrested and thrown into prison." Dobby was desperate and wanted to run away, but there were already two hands behind him pressing on his shoulders.

When it turned back, it breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Holmes?" A wry smile appeared on Dobby's face, and he quickly explained his attack on the wizard. "The owner of this shop is not Dobby's owner..."

Nietzsche took advantage of the fact that there were not many wizards watching, and pulled it away from the main road paved with white cobblestones and into an alley.

They took a break in an ice cream parlor, and Crookshanks happened to lie on the table and fell asleep, with no memory of the place where he once lived or where he met Nietzsche.

"Are you looking for a job?" He ordered an ice cream for Dobby.

But this ordinary behavior also made the house elf cry bitterly. If Hermione hadn't stopped it, it would have sobbed and stuffed the ice cream into the pillowcase on its body.

"Yes, Dobby must find a way to support himself now, but nowadays...it's so hard to find a job."

Dobby scolded the wizards viciously, saying that he was barely surviving these days, but because the wizard bosses were unwilling to pay wages, no one wanted a 'house elf who knew how to ask for wages'.

Among these people, even the best ones only have good food and easy work.

Hermione nodded angrily, seeming to approve of Dobby's behavior.

But Nietzsche looked at the other person seriously: he was short in stature, barely reaching his knees, had a very low sense of presence, and had a low self-esteem due to his status as a house elf...

But it's perfect.

"Are you interested in changing your job?" Nietzsche suddenly said, "Work for me."

Dobby was so frightened by his decision that he was almost moved to tears.

"Mr. Holmes is too great... But Dobby can't do this. Dobby is a house elf that no one wants. You can't let Dobby tarnish your identity." It was so excited that it picked up the spoon and poked its forehead. .

"What's my identity? Maybe in a few years, everyone will call me and beat me up..." Nietzsche muttered, then continued, "How about five galleons a month?"

"Five...five galleons?!!"

"And we can't fire you without reason." Hermione added.

Dobby pointed his slender fingers at himself, used the Cleansing Charm to make his clothes cleaner, and then washed his face. This funny look made Hermione laugh.

"What do you need Dobby for? Dobby is good at cooking, mending clothes, and feeding pets..."

But Nietzsche asked him to do something that would make him responsible, rather than something he could do with his hands.

"Help me monitor some people, some are wizards and some are Muggles." Nietzsche waved his hand and said calmly, "If necessary, you can receive gold galleons while doing things for others, but I need to know everything."

House elves are too inconspicuous. The wizarding world has long promoted the idea of ​​slavery, and no one would think that creatures like them would resist.