Chapter 207

"That depends on the lady's choice. The back of the hand is 'temporary cooperation', while this is 'long-term cooperation'." Nietzsche blinked and said cunningly.

"You are always right~"

Hermione looked at Nietzsche's departing back, and her eyes gradually withdrew from the shyness and tenderness just now, thinking: He has a plan.

Although there is no direct evidence, when she saw Nietzsche's joyful expression because of the Prime Minister's movement from the beginning, she had already realized that Nietzsche wanted to take advantage of this time to attack the Muggle government.

Because Nietzsche couldn't take care of both ends at the same time, Hermione expressed her meaning.

When she turned around and took steps towards Hogwarts, her eyes became firm. This was her idea and her trust. No matter what, she would help Nietzsche complete the final war.

There is no Floo network transportation point in the Hogwarts area. Nietzsche can only come to Hogsmeade Village first and transfer to the Ministry of Magic from here.

Maybe it was because it was a holiday, even during the day, there were not many people in the Ministry of Magic at this time, and the main hall lacked the usual splendor, just like a closed hotel.

"Mr. Holmes! Here!" Arthur Weasley hurriedly climbed out from behind a gilded fence and said nervously, "Except for the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix, everyone has left, but..."

Mr. Weasley is the kind of person who can't hide his words. Although he doesn't have Hagrid's big mouth, he can't hide his feelings either.

"But those Muggles want to get involved desperately, saying that the Death Eaters will cause casualties in London." He complained there.

"Where is Fudge?"

"Minister Fudge is furious. Everyone knows that house elves are slaves, but the Prime Minister let a Muggle bring a house elf here and said that the Muggle Mediation Committee is a puddle of mud."

A Muggle and a slave scolded the Muggle Mediation Committee before Fudge became the Minister for not doing anything well, which is somewhat humiliating for wizards.

The offices of ministers and senior officials, as well as the logistics department, are all located on the first floor. On both sides of the corridor covered with luxurious carpets, roars are transmitted to Nietzsche's ears through the clean wooden doors.

"We have brought new trade to you Muggles! Let you enjoy the convenience of magic! And you still want to keep pointing fingers... Get out of here!" This voice is Fudge's.

And the one who retorted was a very shrill voice, the tone of the house elf that Umbridge could not imitate even if she pinched her throat deliberately.

"Sir, you know very well that the Ministry of Magic is located in the heart of London. The Prime Minister is very skeptical... After all, Azkaban is a precedent..." said the house elf.

The only place that can be called the heart of London is Westminster, the center of Britain's "royal power and politics".

"Shut up! You... you ungrateful freak!" Fudge scolded the elf who betrayed the wizard.

"Ungrateful? This is an unfounded crime, sir. You gave us freedom, how can we be called treacherous?"

Finally, he followed Mr. Weasley and stopped in front of the door closed by two Aurors.

The room was noisy, which made Mr. Weasley smile awkwardly and stand stiffly at the door, as if he was considering whether to go in at another time.

"Arthur!" The Auror at the door greeted him and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Alas~ Everyone is crazy these days, even the house elves want to get involved, and those creatures must want to come in and share a piece of the pie."

"It's better than those werewolves, vampires, and giants, isn't it?" Mr. Weasley said optimistically.

"Yeah... Fortunately, the runaway house elves only followed the Muggles." The Auror said, "But who else could they follow? The Death Eaters don't like them either."

"What's going on inside?"

"Not very good. I heard that the Muggle Prime Minister wants to send someone to take over the entire... Muggles call this land West or something... Anyway, it's this entire place, just like when they took away Malfoy Manor."

From the roar inside, Fudge's attitude is very clear---refusing Muggles to interfere, wizards should solve their own problems.

This is a headache. Nietzsche still intends to let Fudge follow the Prime Minister's wishes. Only by dragging those Muggles to the same level as wizards can wizards have an advantage.

It's difficult. It seems that I can't coax Fudge like before this time.

The main reason is that Nietzsche is not used to being too tough, making it seem like he is forcing others...Although there is no difference, it still looks better.

Chapter 334: "White-eyed Wolf" Dobby

Others didn't dare to open the door because they were afraid of angering Fudge and losing their jobs.

Nietzsche didn't care about that. As a new job for the Ministry of Magic, he pushed the door open with Mr. Weasley and ran into the house-elf who was only as high as his knees.

"You're finally here!" Fudge's mouth just opened, but he immediately retracted it after seeing Weasley, and said in a deep voice, "This is Dobby, the Prime Minister's messenger...poor lackey, thinking he has found a wise master."

He was like a worker complaining to his boss about how difficult his work was. If Mr. Weasley was not here, Nietzsche believed that he could appear more aggrieved.

The Muggles around the messenger Dobby wore white armor and full-protection helmets. Logically, the Muggles following Dobby should be polite or cautious, or as angry as Fudge.

But he didn't, and when he saw Nietzsche, he stood up straight, as if to show respect.

Mr. Weasley saw the Muggle's gun hanging on his waist. When the other party stretched out his right hand for the first time, he subconsciously took a step forward, hid his hand in his pocket and pulled it tightly, holding the wand tightly.

"Sir!" said the Muggle wearing white armor and black nylon gloves.

"Sir?" Fudge's face showed the same surprise and dullness as Mr. Weasley. He touched his head and said, "What is going on? Nietzsche, do you know the Muggle plan?"

But it was not Nietzsche who explained it, but Dobby, whose small suit made him look like a play doll.

"Mr. Holmes doesn't know about this. Sir, this is an order sent directly from the Prime Minister to the 501st Stormtroopers." Dobby said like a mature goblin, "We must at least control the perimeter of the Ministry of Magic."

"You don't want to control the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge was furious.

Although the minister misunderstood the meaning of 'control', he guessed the Muggles' next move by accident.

Portraits of past ministers of magic hung in the office. Those ministers had already opened their eyes and were discussing the incident with each other. Some were very disdainful of Muggles' attitude, while others were paying attention to Nietzsche.

Former Minister of Magic Dugald MacPhail even said a classic saying: "Dealing with a crazy dark wizard? Muggles can't handle this with their little brains."

A small office, as noisy as a press conference.

"Quiet," Nietzsche said politely, his hands in his pockets.

But those arrogant Ministers of Magic ignored him and continued to loudly criticize and curse the Prime Minister's stupidity.

At this time, Dobby took action. He snapped his fingers, and powerful magic instantly hit the entire office. Fudge was knocked down by the invisible magic and fell onto the soft chair, and the portraits were forced to shut up.

"You are not allowed to insult Dobby's master!" Dobby glared viciously with eyes like bells.

"Okay... I should have realized it a long time ago." Fudge said incoherently, "Those wizards were right about you in the beginning. You are just a bunch of heartless wild dogs, and now you are biting yourself... Previous owner!”

Nietzsche was stunned for a moment, and soon he realized that Dobby was talking about the Prime Minister who had adopted some house elves.

Dobby tilted his head and said, "But what did you give us? For the first time, Dobby and his other companions understood that doing things for others can be rewarded. You wizards are sucking our blood."

Dobby is playing tricks again~

In any case, the room finally fell silent, and the ministers, who had been deprived of the right to speak and looked ferocious, could only knock on the barrier between the portrait and reality.

Nietzsche looked at Dobby's short back and said in his heart: 'Thank you. ’

"I say, at least we all have a common enemy, right?" Weasley said with a smile, "After all, Muggles are just afraid that Death Eaters and mysterious people will break through the siege of the Ministry of Magic and cause unnecessary interference to the outside world. "

However, Mr. Weasley's kindness will obviously not be accepted, especially for Fudge, who cherishes power.

"That's right." Nietzsche followed his words, "So how much support are Mr. Prime Minister and the Parliament willing to invest?"

"The entire S.H.D. Stormtrooper team, sir." The Muggle's head was covered by a helmet, making his voice sound heavy. "The Prime Minister attaches great importance to this extermination plan."

"What about the security issue?" Nietzsche pointed to the ceiling.

"The elves will take our place and keep Westminster safe."

"Okay, we will consider this cooperation..."

But Fudge couldn't sit still. He wanted to say something, but because Nietzsche's eyes were dead due to Occlumency and he didn't make a sound, he could only watch Dobby proudly walk out of the office with his little head held high.

This makes him very uncomfortable...a house elf has done some magic in the minister's office! And he walked away in a big way!

Oh my God, this thing can already be jokingly called 'the most timid minister' by the surrounding ministers. In the future, it may be made into a gold-plated nameplate and hung alone above the name of the photo frame.

Mr. Weasley had had enough of this atmosphere. He followed the Muggles with a wry smile, looking at them with curious eyes and said, "I'll see you off."

As soon as the door was closed and the two of them were left alone, Fudge couldn't sit still.

"Mr. Holmes, how can Muggles be allowed in here?" He anxiously cleaned up the room that was destroyed by magic. "Didn't you listen to what the house elf said? Control! They want to control this place!"

"Don't forget that Muggle said 'sir', Mr. Minister, I am sir." Nietzsche reassured.

Hurry, hurry, what's the point of being anxious? Isn't he coming to the Ministry of Magic to share the worries of the beloved Minister...

"But you don't know about this either," Fudge said.

"If something is about to happen, do you want to be better off with certainty, or without certainty?" Nietzsche explained, "I am one of the officers. As long as I am not dead, Muggles cannot bypass me and take over. Ministry of Magic."

But Nietzsche was thinking about something else: all...these big guys really looked down on house elves.

Of course~ Daiying's job back then was not just this, so he naturally felt at ease with the house elves, and was not worried at all that they would have the guts to violate the loyalty engraved in their bones.

Fudge's facial expression is wonderful. The wrinkles on his face are squeezed into a ball, and he looks like he is thinking hard.

"Oh! I see... you had expected this!" He clapped his hands in surprise and exhaled with relief, "Oh my god, Nietzsche, it's so great to have you here, thank you so much ”

"This is what I should do, for the new world." Nietzsche smiled lightly and agreed casually.

"For the new world! That's right!" Fudge blushed with excitement.

But Nietzsche didn't feel that this was the end. He felt that he had a new danger: an SHD director died in the Ministry of Magic, and the Prime Minister could hold him accountable without worrying about obstacles...

Yes, he might die, and he would die in this confrontation, inside the Ministry of Magic.

Chapter 335 The coldness under happiness

"Arthur, this is a snack your wife sent you...she's worried about you."

"Thank you. Well, I said you don't need to do these troublesome things, but Molly just likes to knit some clothes. She obviously has money, so she can buy some good clothes for the children."

Below the Westminster District, patrolman Arthur Weasley received a small gift from home under the decorated Christmas tree.

His wife entrusted Tonks, a member of the Order of the Phoenix and Auror, to bring it. It was nothing, just a small greeting card, a box of handmade cookies, and a red and yellow handmade sweater.

Nietzsche squinted at Tonks silently. It was hard to imagine how far this Ministry of Magic had been infiltrated by Dumbledore.

"Hey! Kid, why don't you go home yet?" Tonks greeted him warmly, "I remember, weren't you the student with...um...that Snape? Go back quickly. "

"Ahem, Tonks, Tonks!" Arthur Weasley hurriedly collected the gifts and shouted in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

"That's Fudge's advisor and the head boss of those Muggles."

Tonks' hair first changed from a calm blue to an awkward yellow, and then gradually showed long purple streaks under the light.

Nietzsche never imagined that a person's hair could change in such a way.

"Sorry..." Tonks said to Nietzsche, who looked a little gloomy, "You look a bit young, sir? I have never seen a student do it in such a dangerous situation..." .Merry Christmas."

She held it in for a long time, and finally just said a blessing.

But what Nietzsche couldn't figure out was why her eyes looked a bit... If I had to describe it, I can only say that she happened to find a cold one at the door full of snow in the middle of winter. Shivering cat.

"Then where do you think I should be?" Nietzsche asked.

"I don't know, maybe... maybe drinking tea in the office? Or opening the presents that my parents put under the Christmas tree at home?"

Nietzsche reluctantly took out a licorice stick from his pocket and chewed it. The sweetness and fragrance mixed with saliva slid down his throat, and he began to wander aimlessly in the Ministry of Magic like a ghost.

This made the cheerful Tonks unable to bear it any longer. She seemed to be taking advantage of her age to act like an adult.

"Even if we Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix can't stop the Death Eaters, aren't there still those Muggles? The entire Ministry of Magic will be surrounded!" Tonks seemed to be persuading him to leave here.

Above the Ministry of Magic, people temporarily united by Voldemort celebrated the arrival of Christmas in the snow.

Nietzsche pushed open the gilded doors and walked through several corridors and said: "Shh~ I'm choosing a place."

"You mean a place where the enemy may attack?" Tonks' hair turned blue and purple. "This is something that should be paid attention to. I think..."

"No, this is where I'm going to die."

"All the floo networks here are monitored in real time by the Floo Network Management Bureau of the Department of Transportation...Wait a minute...what? Go to death?"

Tonks paused, her pace began to quicken, and she continued walking down after Nietzsche, passing through the long corridors of the Department of Public Information of the Ministry of Magic and the Wizarding Examination Authority, and entered the elevator at the end.

Below is the Department of Mysteries and the home of a new department - the ninth floor.

Further down here is the Judgment Hall, but there is only one way in and out of the tenth floor, which is definitely not an attack point for Voldemort and Death Eaters, so Nietzsche and Tonks stayed in the center of the rotunda of the Department of Mysteries. .

"Where do you think it would be more appropriate for me to die?" Nietzsche spat out a chewed licorice stick and chuckled.

"I don't understand...are you kidding me?" Tonks' eyes were a little angry.

"Of course - no." He explained, "I will die, but not really die. I need to fake death to give Herald Dobby a chance, so I want to be killed but also alive. ”

Nietzsche has been thinking since yesterday: Who can kill himself?