Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Did you all hear that?" Pansy pushed aside the group of Gryffindors and shouted, "It's Muggles offering tribute..."

Nietzsche, struggling to support Crookshank with his left hand and stroking the cat's tail with the back of his right, was slowly and gracefully pulled down by Hermione's clothes like a princess.

He nodded calmly.

Only Daphne knew what it meant—this was a good time.

"What? You actually have a business relationship with Muggles?" Her eyes widened, and she put on an incredulous expression in front of everyone. "We always thought you were a true pureblood!"

True pureblood... is really just an excuse.

Malfoy and Parkinson could not refute this excuse, because pure-blood fundamentalism emphasizes "not getting involved" and "not caring," and always maintains a superior attitude.

Therefore, no one would doubt Daphne's 'anger'.

Hermione chimed in, "Being invited to a ball by a Muggle is considered an offering? Tsk tsk, Muggles really have a lot of influence."

"You actually befriended Muggles for a little money, it's truly..." Daphne gritted her teeth, squeezing out the word that made many pure-blood Slytherins sigh, "disgusting."

This is going to be interesting!

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were also unable to move, and a large group of wizards were waiting at the door to watch this rare performance.

“That’s not what I meant! I meant... they’re just offering tributes, they’re just ‘friends’ on the surface.” Malfoy explained excitedly, his neck stiff.

Daphne would never give that opportunity.

"Hmph, I should have believed in the Malfoy family's ability to change their allegiance long ago. You should be ashamed of your pure-blood status!"

After saying that, Daphne slammed the door shut and rushed into the castle.

This allowed her to sever ties with these people from a superior position, which was perfectly reasonable from a pureblood perspective, and incidentally caused some other fundamentalists to begin to split with Draco.

How can a pureblood associate with a Muggle?

Especially when attending a ball?

Nietzsche steadily ascended the steps, and as he passed Draco, who stood frozen in place, he muttered, "Pathetic."

When Malfoy tried to argue, the cat had already turned its back to him, with only Crookshanks still holding its head high, looking down at him... Strangely enough, Malfoy felt that the cat was mocking him.

"Today has been so lavish." Ron noticed the cat looking over and immediately covered his bulging pockets.

To the right of the hall was the Great Hall. Nietzsche and Hermione separated for the time being, chatting and laughing with their respective companions as they sat at the table. After all the black, pointed wizard hats had crowded together, Dean Flitwick finally came out with the Sorting Hat.

However, as soon as the Sorting Ceremony began, Nietzsche discovered that Hermione had been called out by Professor McGonagall.

But he wasn't too bored today; at least he could welcome the new Slytherin students while also playing with Granger... oh no, I mean, Crookshanks.

What's even more interesting is the main seat upstairs, because the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's seat is right next to the Slytherin headmaster, so he can see Snape staring at Lupin with disgust.

No, it's not just disgust, it's loathing... it's that kind of expression that wishes your enemy were dead.

Moreover, Snape rarely showed his emotions; even with Lockhart last year, he only showed some impatience.

"Welcome everyone, and thankfully none of us are absent." Dumbledore stood up with a smile after the last freshman had been sorted into their house. "For safety reasons, I've decided that there will be two new professors for this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

At this moment, Lupin and Grindelwald both stood up.

"Professor Lupin and Associate Professor Glendale."

The auditorium erupted in enthusiastic applause, mostly for Grindelwald, and the rest for the students in the same carriage as Professor Lupin.

From the perspective of the young wizards, Professor Glendale, despite his advanced age, had a kind demeanor just like Headmaster Dumbledore, and many people saw the "feat" around the train through the windows.

They didn't know it was a fierce flame, nor did they know how dangerous it was; they just thought it was cool.

After all, that was a real train.

Chapter 151 The Grand Plan to Seize Power

It's not surprising that Snape hated someone.

If I had to give an example, Nietzsche could unhesitatingly exclude two-thirds of Gryffindor from Hogwarts alone, and the remaining third would be excluded simply because they lacked presence...

"Come on, the dean sees everyone like that." Theodore clapped his hands while chatting in between.

Everyone knows that Snape has long coveted the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Professor Glendale, on the other hand, was much more outgoing. He smiled gently at the students below, and even stood up and raised his right hand, waving it back and forth to the students, together with Headmaster Dumbledore, until the applause subsided on its own.

Everyone fell silent, wanting to hear what the new professor had to say.

"I am pleased with Albus's invitation and happy to see some young faces, but your understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts is really lacking... I know it's not your fault, after all, a good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is very rare."

"Now you've seen it for yourselves, the Dementors guarding the school were sent by the Ministry of Magic. I hope you can learn something useful so that next time a conflict arises, you won't just stand there crying."

"This shows the Ministry of Magic's distrust of the school! A foolish political tactic..."

He paused, the gentleness on his face vanished, and he calmly surveyed the entire auditorium.

These words clearly made sense, and even Hufflepuff seriously considered the issue of Dementors stationed at Hogwarts.

Their emotions were easily stirred up because of what happened on the train earlier.

Before his old friend could finish speaking, Dumbledore frowned, tugged at his clothes, and gestured for Grindelwald to sit down... Then he cleared his throat, bringing the students back to their senses.

“I need to emphasize that no trickery or disguise can fool Dementors, but—I would rather you have no conflict with them!” As she spoke, she turned and glared at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald pursed his lips and looked up at the familiar starry sky above.

Finally, Dumbledore delivered some good news: Rupert Hagrid, who was in charge of guarding the hunting grounds, had been promoted to Professor of Magical Zoology.

Before Grindelwald could say anything, he ordered his men to clap their hands and quickly bring up the food from the kitchen.

The banquet begins~

When the delicious food appeared, many people's moods improved. However, every few main courses, Nietzsche would find a few small wooden baskets filled with chocolates hidden among them.

It seems that Headmaster Dumbledore knew about that matter, and therefore carefully prepared corresponding measures.

The only one who didn't improve was Snape, who still stared at Professor Lupin with his eyes slanted, as if trying to slip some poison into the other's mind while he was distracted.

Nietzsche had two plates in front of him; the closer one was the Crookshank dining area, where his pet cat sat perched on his lap, nibbling on fish and carrots...

Although the vegetable section remained untouched, it was moved to the other side.

“Being a picky eater is no good,” Nietzsche said meaningfully. “I don’t want to wake up every day with numb legs.”

But Crookshan doesn't care about any of that. He usually only manages to catch some rats and snakes in Diagon Alley, but now that he can eat big fish and meat, he doesn't care about gaining weight.

After the banquet began, Hermione and Professor McGonagall returned.

Nietzsche noticed a new pendant around her neck—it was something like a pocket watch.

So... Nietzsche looked down at his Persian cat and wondered if he should buy it a pocket watch pendant too?

"Did you know about this?" Hubble mumbled, his mouth full of half a pumpkin pie. "They all say the Malfoys are hanging out with rich Muggles now, but last year he even tried to help the Slytherin heir clean up the school."

Nietzsche shook his head.

Hermione told him about this, having discovered the Malfoys and their mother while attending the summit that day.

"What's the approval rating like?" he asked.

“Daphne distanced herself from them by adhering to pure-blood principles, and Blaise Sabini remained skeptical but lukewarm... that guy’s mother was the infamous Poison Widow.”

Nietzsche turned his head and saw several freshmen looking around blankly at the long table, searching for their places.

Except for that girl—Astria Greengrass, who was pulled to sit next to Daphne, she seemed very nervous and kept unconsciously observing the students from the other houses.

During the meal, prefect Lucien Ball intended to say a few words as an opening remark.

Those clichés about Slytherin...

“Slytherin welcomes you new ambitious and intelligent people.” He smiled and rose to greet the new students. “Your arrival here signifies that you are different from the rest.”

Nietzsche carefully covered Crookshan's ears so that it could not hear the pureblood's nonsense.

Warrington, on the other hand, whistled dismissively.

The time is ripe; some things can end with this class. All that they have suffered will finally cease in their hands—this is Slytherin's 'gift' to the new students...

“Yes, it is different, which also means that you have abandoned the vulgar and pathetic idea of ​​‘big fish eat little fish’,” Nietzsche told them calmly, like a bard.

Compared to the oppressive speeches of Marcus and Lucien, the freshmen certainly preferred his approachable manner.

The dozens of new students immediately looked at each other and understood what was going on. Astoria also looked at Nietzsche with curiosity. She suddenly realized that Slytherin was not entirely as her family described.

There was no talk of 'Muggle remnants'.

Warrington immediately stood up, using his tall stature to attract the attention of the freshmen: "This is the second-highest grader, the senior who once teamed up with Gryffindor to slay the Basilisk, Nietzsche Holmes!"

Upon hearing this name, their eyes immediately lit up with admiration.

“I’ve read his books!” Astoria suddenly raised her hand excitedly, blushing as she said, “I really like the true founder of Slytherin.”

“But your father doesn’t like it.” Daphne forcefully pressed her hand down.

"Sister~"

Nietzsche, with his left arm around Crookshank and his right hand holding a wine glass, stole the show, much to the prefect's displeasure. However, he was powerless to do anything about it and could only grit his teeth and sit down.

There's nothing we can do about it, times have changed.

"Cheer up, folks! We're Slytherins, not man-eating beasts. Those dark jungle theories don't apply to us. Let's talk about something interesting—raise a glass to our new prefect!"

Nietzsche gazed intently at the person opposite him.

Lucien Pol couldn't sit still any longer. He stiffly gripped the glass full of juice, but no one looked at him. Only the cat wiped its mouth with the tablecloth and then looked seriously toward the end of the Slytherin table.

It's as if those words were actually spoken by a cat.

"What do you mean?"

“It doesn’t mean anything. You’re graduating next year, so of course you have to give up your prefect position.” Nietzsche blinked innocently and said in a cheerful tone, “So let’s congratulate Warrington on becoming the new prefect.”

Warrington stared wide-eyed, standing there bewildered.

He just stood there awkwardly, his prefect badge gleaming under the light.

This was indeed something to celebrate, but only among their group. It was a foregone conclusion that all the Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards of Slytherin would raise their glasses enthusiastically, and that Nietzsche was already drinking.