Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

They never doubted Nietzsche's decisions, and Warrington's promotion to prefect also made sense to them.

"He just got lucky. It's not like you can just say who is who..." Malfoy said with a gloomy face.

“Of course, it’s not up to me; it’s up to them, the majority.” Nietzsche then chuckled at the new students. “This is your first lesson—the more friends you have, the stronger you become.”

It doesn't matter which college you attend; what matters is the path you take.

Even in Slytherin, the number of pure-blood wizards can never compare to that of half-blood wizards... and Nietzsche naturally made the freshmen feel that they needed him.

Yes, they are part of the majority, they are important. Instead of following purebloods as lackeys, why not better realize their self-worth and become the wizard who is needed by others?

With just a few words, the freshmen immediately became fond of Nietzsche and others.

Finally, the chocolate in the glass bowl disappeared, and after Dumbledore announced that the students could return to the common room to sleep, Nietzsche was surrounded by the crowd and rushed to the basement.

Hermione and Grindelwald watched him being surrounded by people from afar, each with their own thoughts.

Chapter 152 Step by Step, Scheming to Win Hearts and Minds

In the common room, Warrington took on the prefect's duties on his own initiative—after introducing the common room and password to the freshmen, he was able to return to the fireplace and find Nietzsche.

“Next year you’ll be in fourth grade. Just one more year and you’ll be able to become a prefect,” Warrington said, sitting in his chair.

The firelight at the bottom of the Black Lake cast long shadows of the group.

Warrington sits beneath the glass where Marcus once beat him, but over time he has become recognized as a good captain on the Quidditch team because he never plays dirty tricks or schemes.

A competition is a competition; if you lose, you lose.

“I can’t be the prefect.” Nietzsche’s eyes gleamed as he looked at Crookshank, who was lying on his stomach. “How about a one-minute game of rapid chess?”

The soft and warm fur saved him from needing a blanket... It was great in every way, except it was a bit too heavy.

Since they had nothing better to do, Warrington took out a Wizard's Chess set from his dorm room, while Nietzsche pulled out a device that combined two alarm clocks.

Both sides have only one minute to think each round, so the key is to play steadily and adapt to changing circumstances.

“That’s impossible. If you become a prefect, no other house will object,” Warrington retorted. “Because I’ll be a sixth-year student next year, and I can only serve for a maximum of two years, so you’ll also be a prefect!”

At Hogwarts, prefects can only apply in their fourth year, and selection begins in their fifth year.

Because each year, one boy and one girl are selected from the fifth grade to serve as the new prefects, and they will continue to serve as prefects as long as they are not removed from their positions, there are 6 prefects in each college and a total of 24 prefects in the whole school.

(Information about 'class monitor' is taken from Wikipedia)

Warrington was two grades ahead of Nietzsche, so when he was in seventh grade and about to graduate, Nietzsche would be promoted.

Furthermore, after Lucien Ball graduates next year, the power of half-blood and Muggle wizards in Slytherin will reach its peak, and with Warrington's support, the next prefect will also be a 'non-pure-blood'.

“Warrington, I will not become a prefect, nor do I need to,” Nietzsche said calmly.

He looked down on this kind of playful power in school, and the reason he didn't become a prefect was simple—he was already powerful enough that if he became a prefect, it would cause a certain imbalance of power.

Although Nietzsche was reluctant to speculate about others, he had no choice but to do so now that he had come to this point.

Most importantly, he didn't want to attract Dumbledore's special attention.

The headmaster had experienced the precedent of Tom Riddle, which is not hard to analyze. Nietzsche could have concluded by reflecting on Riddle during the summer that Dumbledore's suspicions were greatly aroused by Voldemort.

Therefore, Nietzsche could never become a class leader... sacrificing the pawn to save the king.

“But if that’s the case, those people won’t give up!” Warrington said seriously. “They can play dead for as long as they want to achieve their goal, but we can’t let our momentum weaken even a fraction.”

Although he devoured one of Nietzsche's chariots, the price he paid was a bishop and a knight.

Nietzsche glanced at Warrington, then sighed at the chessboard.

This is what's bothering him the most right now: he has to do everything himself, as if these people would immediately kneel down again if he didn't lend a hand.

If that's the case, then what was his purpose in desperately pulling these people up here? Can't he have some ambition?

"I can't break the balance at school. Secondly... can you guys use your brains? If this were a Quidditch match, and you had to choose an enemy, what kind of enemy would you choose?"

This is a good question.

"If it really can't be avoided, then naturally you should choose someone who's easy to deal with and has a bottom line," Warrington said, bewildered.

But what does this have to do with Quidditch... Wait! He seems to understand something!

"You mean we can proactively elect a pureblood when we have the greatest advantage?" He then nodded to himself, "But who can we choose now? They're all inherently at odds with us."

In Warrington's view, the pureblood principle does not apply to people like them.

This idea pleased Nietzsche somewhat, and he then used the knight to walk in the 'sun' pattern, with the warhorse passing the bishop and charging towards the chariot.

"Then let's pick the one with the biggest conflict and send Daphne up there."

Hmm~ That girl?

Warrington remembered him, but wasn't the other party a typical pureblood? Didn't Nietzsche worry about being attacked from behind?

But he, who always sought information from the Weasley twins, immediately had some ulterior motives—Nietzsche was not to be worried about, he was definitely confident in controlling the other party, but how could a Muggle wizard control a pureblood?

He had no interest in chess, ignored his king's cursing, and said in a low voice, "Ahem...aren't you with that girl from Gryffindor..."

"Huh?" Nietzsche looked up at him.

“While some Slytherins are quite sentimental, but… but don’t follow their example,” Warrington said with a heavy heart. “The Slytherins are getting along quite well with everyone else right now, and we can’t let something like this ruin all our efforts.”

If word gets out, will I still have any reputation left?

He feared that one day new news might emerge: Slytherin was not only known for producing dark wizards, but also for its wizards who enjoyed manipulating people's minds.

Thank you, then he'd rather become a dark wizard...

"What are you thinking!" Nietzsche's voice trembled with anger. "Isn't it possible that we can recruit her as a double agent? Is your brain filled with 'love potion'?!"

Rotten wood!

Nietzsche, who had intended to hold back and play around a bit, commanded his army to completely crush the Black faction, and incidentally had the White King grind the Black King to dust.

"Between Gryffindor and Slytherin, you're the first!" Warrington realized something was wrong, immediately rolled up his clothes and ran back to his dormitory without looking back, saying, "Anyway, we... have faith in you."

"roll!"

"Okay~"

Nietzsche looked at the empty lounge and suddenly let out a clear laugh.

In fact, Warrington's appointment as a prefect had little to do with him. It was simply a matter of the headmaster and the headmaster trying to quell the unrest in Slytherin, coupled with the fact that the other heads of the house also had a good impression of Warrington, so he naturally became a prefect.

His success was so smooth that he didn't even need to compete deliberately.

"Meow?" Crookshan heard his laughter and looked up in confusion.

"Do you think Granger is a good prefect?" Nietzsche pinched its ear, then waved his hand, extinguishing the fire.

"Meow~"

"Of course, she's a Gryffindor, I don't need to worry about her like that."

Chapter 153 Snape's Summoning

The next morning, the auditorium was packed with third-year wizards, all exchanging course schedules. Nietzsche could occasionally hear loud laughter, indicating that their elective courses had overlapped.

Slytherin's first Transfiguration class is at 10:00 AM, while Gryffindor's first elective class is at 9:00 AM.

“Harry, you chose Divination too?” Nietzsche limped over to the Gryffindor table.

It's a prophecy, isn't it?

“Headmaster Dumbledore said something, and I’m thinking of hearing how divination could be of any use to me.” Harry looked at his awkward gait with a puzzled expression. “Neville and Ron signed up with me.”

The other two people were only interested because divination is relatively simple.

After all, the remaining alchemy and divination were increasingly difficult, and for the sake of their final grades, Ron and Neville chose Magizoology and Ancient Runes.

The first one has Hagrid, so passing is definitely not a problem; the second one at least allows you to look up words in the dictionary at the library.

Nietzsche rubbed his sleepy face. Well... their elective purpose was very clear: they were all thinking about their grades.

Suddenly, a pair of hands slapped Nietzsche's thighs, instantly turning his brain into a static-filled television screen. The owner of those hands was none other than the wicked Hermione Granger!

"Hiss---" Nietzsche took a deep breath.

"What happened to your leg?"

Hermione ignored the reproachful look in his eyes and nonchalantly chopped up the sausage, giving one portion to herself and the other to Mercury.

“It’s strange, Crookshan also likes to sleep with his head on my lap.” He waved his hands exaggeratedly, gesturing to show how big his room was, “But there’s still room that big enough for three beds!”

There were three empty beds!

But Crookshans didn't go anywhere; instead, he would climb into his bed in the middle of the night...

What could Nietzsche do? He could only accept his bad luck and consider it the price of petting the cat, just like how he always joked with Hermione, and she would get her revenge one day.

“Ah, you should be glad you don’t know the password to the Slytherin common room.” Hermione glanced at her new schedule, letting out a Snape-esque sneer, but her expression remained as serious as McGonagall’s.

Her roommate, Lavender, quietly moved a little further away.

The mere presence of Little McGonagall is terrifying enough; if you add some Snape elements... Lavender can't even imagine it, he can only believe in Nietzsche.

"How come you have three classes at nine o'clock in the morning?" Nietzsche leaned over, intending to find the time of the same elective class.

"Didn't I say I had already filled all six elective courses?"

“But I thought you were just going to fill your schedule, not… not take three classes at the same time.” He raised his eyebrows, his loud exclamation drawing the attention of the others. “Are you planning to split your soul into several parts?”

Voldemort: It sounds like someone is calling me.

Nietzsche couldn't think of any other solution.

“Don’t be silly. Hogwarts only has one professor for each course. If you think about it carefully, it’s not as simple as filling up the schedule like at Muggle universities. Anyway, Professor McGonagall has a way.” Hermione pushed his head away a little.

"Is it some new spell---" Nietzsche's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a golden fairy.

"Secret!" Hermione snapped at him at first, then softened her tone, as if coaxing a child. "Alright, Gollum, I'm going to throw the Ring into the volcano."

She quickly grabbed her backpack and dashed out of the auditorium.