Chapter 181

On the way into the drawing room, one or two house elves wearing neat small dresses can be seen next to each door. They are guarding here as diligently as the servants who served the king in ancient times.

Not only that, Nietzsche felt a magical energy shrouding the area. If he guessed correctly, it was probably an anti-Apparition spell aimed at wizards.

"The current Minister of Magic is digging his own grave. How dare he send the house elves away?" Marvolo followed closely behind the two of them and said in a low voice, "Some of the abilities of these creatures are far-reaching. Of super wizards.”

The extraordinary magical power possessed by house elves would be quite terrifying once used in war.

But Nietzsche had already thought of this... To be honest, he just didn't expect Dobby to be so successful, but that's right, wizards have always looked down on these elves, and anyone who whispers about them will pay the price.

A worried look appeared on Hermione's brow.

"The servile training they received since childhood is useless. Once they see the right things, they will take root in their hearts." She looked at Dobby leading the way and murmured, "This is simply giving weapons and manpower to others. ”

Dobby is a good example. He was trained by the Malfoy family since he was a child, and the seeds of resistance were sown just by relying on the legend of "Potter defeated Voldemort".

But the question is...who planted the seeds?

Nietzsche looked around him from the corner of his eye and found that the house elves were all looking towards him, their eyes full of curiosity. Apparently, they recognized him.

"A person like you also cares about these elves?" He pushed open the door of the living room and mocked without looking back.

"What I look down on is the potential of this group of creatures. Their magic cannot be improved, but they cannot be used as weapons..." Marvolo said, "If Lucius had grown up with that useless snack, he wouldn't have been able to I'll be in jail for a year."

The defeated 'Voldemort' just wanted to whip Malfoy to death.

There was a huge wooden conference table in the room, and Fudge was sitting opposite the Prime Minister with a sullen expression. He breathed a sigh of relief the moment he saw Nietzsche and Hermione come in, like mules unloading their cargo.

Three blankets flew down from the wall above the fireplace and were placed on the chairs of Nietzsche and others.

"Great, you're finally here!" Fudge shouted happily, "I'm really sorry to disturb you so late...The Prime Minister wants to hear your ideas about the wizard factory."

After a quick glance at each other, Dobie and Nietzsche closed the door and stood in the shadows behind the Prime Minister.

Hermione, on the other hand, had a straight face and did not dare to express her anger. Although the Muggle Prime Minister smiled kindly, she still lowered her head and blinked dryly at the documents on the table.

"Miss Granger, you are the person in charge of the magic car factory. I want to hear what you are doing..." the Prime Minister said slowly, "I heard that an evil wizard has been resurrected in the magic world, right? His name is Voldemort. ?”

"Don't say that name! Just call him--Mysterious Man, that's what we usually call him." Fudge exclaimed.

Marvolo looked at the other person with a smile and shook his legs happily, as if he was the one who made the entire British wizarding world fear him.

But this reminder also made the other person's eyes show disdain. At the same time, Minister Gamp hanging on the wall became furious. After swearing a few words under his breath, he covered his face again, as if Fudge had embarrassed the Ministry of Magic. Similar.

"Okay, mysterious man... Because there is such a group of wizards who want to rule the world causing trouble, I thought I could help you a little, such as taking good care of the factories we cooperate with," the Prime Minister said.

Hermione turned her head and looked to Nietzsche for help.

However, he could not speak. According to the regulations, only Hermione and Lockhart had the right to speak, but he was not idle. He grabbed Hermione's left hand under the table with his right hand and wrote on her palm with his fingertips.

'arsenal'

Nietzsche stared at the reflection of the smooth wooden table, thinking that the other party must be planning to take the opportunity to use those wizards and facilities to make a large number of weapons or equipment.

In a war, can't a car company turn into an armored vehicle with a little modification?

Perhaps sensing the words on her palm, Hermione silently grabbed his finger and pretended to be calm and said, "I'm afraid not. The core of the wizard factory is kept by the Ministry of Magic. We cannot violate the Statute of Secrecy."

As expected of you, Granger, Nietzsche liked to see her talking nonsense with a serious look on her face.

"But the Ministry of Magic needs us Muggles to hunt down those Death Eaters. What should we do? Those wizards can easily blow up a street!" The Prime Minister waved his hands menacingly, "Is the Statute of Secrecy useful? "

An ugly smile appeared on Fudge's face, and he really couldn't think of an answer.

The Prime Minister also turned around and stared at Hermione, as if hoping that she would change her mind and side with the Muggles.

He said: "The Muggle village was massacred. What can I say... I will hold a press conference early tomorrow morning and make up a reason to cover up the crimes of those dark wizards. We need magic cars to protect the people."

These words touched Hermione. She held Nietzsche's wrist and fell into thought.

She was confused - maybe the magic car would become a weapon, but it was also used to protect innocent Muggles, but on the other hand, she was also worried about the threat it would pose to innocent wizards.

As the leader of the magical cars and wizards, she must take responsibility for every situation.

Just when Hermione was most upset, Nietzsche calmly moved a document in front of her, on which was the signature of Mr. Howard. He was just a Muggle and could not resist the Prime Minister.

"I will recall the wizards and alchemical equipment and hand them over to the Ministry of Magic for processing." She said softly.

"Granger! You are British!"

The Prime Minister stood up and was about to accuse him, but Nietzsche's eyes became extremely cold under the blessing of brain occlusion, as if he was looking at a strange dead person.

The black wizard robe on his body reminded the Prime Minister of the identity of the two people---they were wizards.

Hermione hated the trolley problem, so Nietzsche simply overturned the trolley.

"Do you think we will accept this condemnation? Will we be kidnapped by this reason?" He said hoarsely, "We have our own way to protect people, Prime Minister, at least we will not be in cahoots with a criminal."

Nietzsche did not give in, he had to buy a little breathing time for the magic world caught between Muggles and Voldemort.

After a moment of silence, Fudge said with difficulty: "But didn't I send those elves to you? They can help you deal with most things..."

"Too little!" The Prime Minister snapped his fingers.

Dobby walked to the Prime Minister respectfully and said humbly: "Yes, Dobby and a dozen house-elves are only enough to protect the safety of Mr. Muggle, and can't handle other tasks."

"I can send you another batch of house-elves, you can let them help deal with those Death Eaters." Fudge suggested to ease the other party's emotions.

Perhaps because of the urgent need for manpower in the magic world, the Prime Minister nodded and agreed with his suggestion.

No one doubted the loyalty of the house-elves. Even if the Prime Minister himself did not fully trust these magical creatures who were proud to be slaves, the people behind him did - whether it was Moriarty or Moran.

"As long as you give a new piece of clothing, you can become the new owner of the house-elves~" Fudge was still immersed in joy, thinking that he had done a very smart thing.

And the Prime Minister was also very happy, thinking that he had won over a group of powerful "slaves".

"But will they attack wizards?" He was a little skeptical.

"Of course, sir, you are Dobby's new master." Dobby said confidently.

It doesn't need to lie, because it is just telling a fact, but it doesn't say who the real master is.

But these are just a small step for Nietzsche. He is tired of playing coy with the Prime Minister, and next, it's the turn of the pure blood---he will lead the house elves led by Dobby to encircle and suppress the wanted Death Eaters.

It is not only the loyalty of the elves to the new master, but also part of the plan.

Chapter 280 Shock! Mrs. Hudson is...

At half past ten in the evening, 221b Baker Street ushered in a new guest-Tom Marvolo Riddle, who once caused Hogwarts to panic, has now changed his name to Marvolo Sisyphus.

Looking at the polite and handsome Marvolo in front of her, Mrs. Hudson seemed a little curious.

"Who is this?"

"This is a homeless classmate of mine. Can you stay at my house for a while?" Nietzsche casually told a tragic story, "His mother died in childbirth, and his father was killed by a bad guy..."

Did he lie? No.

Mrs. Hudson immediately showed a look of pity in her eyes when she heard it, which made Marvolo's smile stiff.

"It's okay, kid... Little Holmes, you are much better than your father Sherlock, what about you?" The landlady fumbled out a bunch of keys from her pocket, "I can clean a utility room alone."

"No need to be so troublesome." Marvolo was frightened by her enthusiasm and quickly refused.

"How can this be done? You won't like to stay with Sherlock for too long, especially for a... child like you..." She said tactfully, "Would you like a glass of milk? Alas, I thought your wizards' lives would be more peaceful."

Mrs. Hudson didn't force it, but just stuffed the key to the spare door into the other party's hand, and told Marvolo that if there was anything he couldn't adapt to, he could always find her.

As soon as the landlady left, Marvolo's smile immediately turned cold.

He said angrily: "Now, a Muggle can...can...have pity on me! Milk before bed? Am I a child? Huh? Even 'Snake Face' doesn't dare to talk to me like that!"

"Not only milk, but also chocolate cookies." Nietzsche added.

"That's not the point! Weak old Muggle..."

Seeing Marvolo's arrogant and rude look, he calmly pulled out his wand and knocked on the Horcrux inside his clothes.

"You are not allowed to call Mrs. Hudson like that. If you want to live an easy life, you'd better learn to respect first." Nietzsche threatened in a low voice, "This is Baker Street, not the wizarding world."

However, he was just trying to scare her, but this serious tone really frightened the other party.

After all, once Nietzsche started to perform, it was not easy for anyone to tell whether he was real or fake. It was not impossible that he would become real while acting. The main thing was to be flexible.

"That Muggle...ahem...Hudson is very famous?" Marvolo couldn't help but begin to doubt the landlord's identity.

A mind like his that values ​​power above all else certainly wouldn't understand the relationship between family and friends. Perhaps he thought there was some huge power behind this Muggle that made Holmes respect him so much.

But it wasn't a bad thing. Nietzsche came up with a joke without showing any change.

He first pretended to look at the empty corridor, and after confirming that the landlord had taken the milk back to the house to heat it up, he pulled the curtains on the platform between the first and second floors.

"Where do you think this is? The king, the prime minister, various ministers, the sheriff and other top social figures visit here regularly. From Portman Square in the south to York Palace in the north, all the little errands and servants are under her control!"

"Do you think that to rule the world, just killing people and controlling some leaders is enough? Let me put it this way, if you live here, even Dumbledore can't threaten you."

Nietzsche was not wrong, but the idle workers on the whole street were paid by Sherlock and Mycroft, so these people would obey Mrs. Hudson and help the Holmes family inquire about various trivial matters in society.

But with his contrast, Mrs. Hudson seemed more like a secret person who controlled the British world above and below the ground.

Marvolo, who grew up in an orphanage, had no idea about these things. He was suddenly confused. From the moment he entered Downing Street to meet the Prime Minister, to the moment he stood on Baker Street, he realized that the Muggle world seemed to be more complicated.

"Trouble..." He was dizzy, "But she is obviously just a landlord who collects rent, a Muggle without any power."

"What do you think this world is? Even if you are the king above thousands of people, you don't have the final say in anything." Nietzsche kindly reminded, "If Mrs. Hudson is unhappy, you can sleep in the same office with Dumbledore."

And he found that since the other party had a complete body, the emotions seemed to be more obvious.

This means that Marvolo Sisyphus is no longer a "horcrux" composed of just memory, soul, and carrier. Under the control of the brain, he is finally a person.

A living person who can think and perceive the outside world.

At this time, there was a doorbell in the corridor, and then the kind-hearted Mrs. Hudson came up with a cup of hot milk and a whole plate of chocolate cookies.

"What are you still doing here?" She looked at the two of them in confusion.

"Ah? I---I just don't adapt well." Marvolo awkwardly found an excuse and said with a flattering smile, "Only good people like you are willing to take me in."

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, Holmes paid me a lot of money... Since you are his classmate, I think it's not a big deal to cook an extra meal on weekdays."

Marvolo: Huh? People like Nietzsche have to pay a lot of money in a proper manner?

To say he is simple, he likes to play tricks, and even cooperated with Principal Dumbledore to trick Voldemort, but to say that he is very cunning, it is not quite right, and he always thinks about things from one extreme to another...

So the young Marvolo was taught a lesson by Nietzsche-it seems that power alone is useless.

"What about you?" Mrs. Hudson asked kindly.

"I---I went to live at Granger's house." Nietzsche stammered, and ran away without waiting for the other party to respond, but he still heard laughter from the second floor.

He held his wand and walked through the square and the alley alone. It took him about half an hour to see Granger's neighborhood.

Under the orange street lights, there was only Nietzsche's shadow. He was thinking about the opening remarks that would make the Grangers accept him to stay for a summer vacation, but this idea was quickly dispelled when he walked to Granger's house.

I saw Hermione lying alone on the wooden fence of the garden, waving at him in the gentle evening breeze.

"Mom and Dad have packed for you!"

"Huh?"

"I told them about this as soon as I came back. They seemed quite happy. Your room is next to mine. We can do magic research together at night!"

Nietzsche looked over her shoulder and could see the Grangers standing straight by the window of the living room staring at him.

* His back began to chill.

Chapter 281 Granger's Dark History

When did Nietzsche walk through the front door when he came to Granger's house?

On weekdays, he would either climb through the window or the wooden fence, but when he officially walked through the front door under the watchful eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Granger, he always felt a little uneasy, as if he had walked into the mouth of the monster house on his own initiative.

Especially Mrs. Granger, who always had a faint smile on her lips.

"Your room is next to Hermione's. It used to be a utility room. I hope you don't mind those old things..." Mrs. Granger blinked at him mysteriously.

But Mr. Granger stared at Nietzsche seriously and said calmly: "But our room is opposite you... By the way, the wooden floor in your room is a little loose. I forgot to fix it, so it will make a lot of noise when you walk."

Absurd, crazy!

Could he sneak into Hermione's room in the middle of the night?