Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"This is really interesting. I guess I'll have to go to Diagon Alley and ask them if they cheated two people out of money with a pet." Nietzsche laughed in exasperation and tugged at the rope a few times.

The Silent Transfiguration Charm is of medium to high danger level.

But the smile on his face quickly froze as the other person took off his black hood.

The shimmering moonlight streamed through the lake and the French windows, illuminating the woman's face, revealing a mature, scarred countenance... Nietzsche didn't recognize her, but she seemed strangely familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

Especially those chocolate-colored eyes.

"Don't tell me I climbed into the boys' dorm bed in the middle of the night just to claim ownership of a cat... Ouch!"

Nietzsche was hit in the stomach, but the force was not strong, just enough to make him feel nauseous.

But... it was worth it!

He never expected that the joke he made about Crook Hill would actually come true.

Chapter 156 The Second Granger

"time."

"Based on the position of the moonlight's shadow, around three in the morning... approximately."

"No, I asked about the date!"

"September 2nd, no, it's the 3rd now."

When the familiar-looking woman heard the date, she frowned and paced back and forth in the room, showing no intention of untying him.

Nietzsche craned his neck and stared at Crookshan, but the other man just lowered his head, made a few soft meows, and then moved from his lap to his face, covering his face with his fluffy hair.

A few minutes later, Nietzsche felt something licking his wrist, and then it bit through the rope.

It's still a good kid; I'll settle the score with it later.

His freed right hand immediately grabbed the magic wand under the pillow and launched a sneak attack from behind while the other person was muttering to himself.

"Incarcerous!"

A thick rope flew down from the sky and bound her like a dragon.

But it was completely useless. A silver light flashed past the woman's body, and the spell Nietzsche had summoned was deflected, turning into a wisp of smoke and disappearing.

Nietzsche didn't think he could defeat his enemy in one move. At the same time, he jumped out of bed, and a muffled buzzing sound immediately filled the room. The dim light only illuminated half of his face.

But she reacted quickly; the instant Nietzsche raised his wand horizontally, she also pointed her wand at him.

"Get out of the way, Crookshan!" The opponent, caught off guard, had no way to retaliate and could only stand there helplessly.

"Meow~~"

Crookshan jumped out of bed, wrapped his arms around Nietzsche's neck, and hung them on his chest like a pendant.

"Who exactly are you?" Nietzsche stared at the other's hands and feet, adding a threat, "If anything happens, the Head of Slytherin will be here immediately..."

The intense light was so dazzling that the other party could only squint and raise several armored spells in front of them.

“That’s one of Slytherin’s specialties.” She sneered, “If I’m not mistaken, this should be Draco Malfoy’s and his two lackeys’ dormitory.”

Nietzsche was somewhat surprised; only Riddle should know his 'specialty'.

However, what the other person said revealed a lot of information—this should have been Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe's dormitory, but it wasn't on their first night after entering the first year.

"You've come to the wrong dorm. If you're here for revenge, he's in the dorm two rooms down from mine."

"Is that so?" The other person raised his wand, wrestling with Nietzsche while casting a spell without a wand using his left hand.

After a flash of bright light, Nietzsche's feet were hooked by invisible hooks, and he was hanging upside down in mid-air. Before Nietzsche could think about how to break the spell or deal with it, a flash of red light appeared, and the wand was taken from his hand and handed to the other party.

The real battle ended in an instant.

While using magic to block their own attacks, they can also use their free hand to cast spells silently and without a staff.

They were on completely different levels. The other party clearly had a wealth of experience and didn't give any chance to feign anything, which left Nietzsche feeling helpless for the first time.

“I surrender…and this is true.” Nietzsche hung upside down with his hands raised.

That's good, they didn't come looking for him, then it's alright.

Perhaps seeing that Nietzsche was unharmed, Crookshank leaped into the man's arms, an action that caused the man to put down his wand... but not Nietzsche.

So he had no choice but to make do and temporarily become the Hanged Man.

"That's strange. I've been to Malfoy's dorm before, and I remember it very clearly..."

"Excuse me, when did you arrive?"

But the woman ignored Nietzsche, simply holding Crookshane and looking at him for a while, then muttered to herself, "Do you think this man is trustworthy? Crookshane, it's so good that you're still alive."

Nietzsche did not feel humiliated when he was tied to the bed or had his wand taken away, but now!

As he watched the madwoman and Crookshank huddled together, talking to themselves, he always felt something was off—like a husband feeling ashamed to watch his wife snuggle in another woman's arms.

“Ha! I understand,” Nietzsche said through gritted teeth. “You were ordered to protect Draco, weren’t you?”

"What?" The other person looked up blankly.

Who else could have visited Malfoy's dorm room before?

It wasn't someone from the Malfoy family; he couldn't think of anyone else. Now those people dared to extend their reach into the school—it was disgusting. Of course, they released the Basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets last semester; what wouldn't they dare to do?

"You're pretending..." Nietzsche was about to launch into a string of words that Watson would say after losing a bet, but he was silenced with a chokehold.

“No, you can’t follow this kind of scum.” Ignoring Nietzsche’s shouts, the other person turned to the cat and said, “You should go back to Gryffindor, and you must go back.”

"Meow~"

Crookshan gave a lazy growl and then jumped from her arms into the still-warm blankets.

It demonstrated its ownership through its actions, and now, only Nietzsche and this madwoman are left staring at each other.

“That’s strange, I’ve never heard of anyone like you in Slytherin.” She glanced at Crookshanks, paused, and continued, “But I do have some connection with Draco…”

Ni used his throat to let out an "Aha!" and shook his body vigorously.

Even if the other party attacks, he will still bang his head against it.

“I’m going to kill him. He’s the prey, and I’m the hunter… Granger never compromises.” Nietzsche understood every word the madwoman uttered, but when put together, they left him bewildered.

Wait, Granger?

Does Hermione have any other secluded wizard relatives?

"Ahhh? Ahhh!"

The madwoman, annoyed by his howling, lifted the curse, allowing Nietzsche's tongue to detach from his palate. He was overjoyed to be able to speak again.

“Granger?” He was a little dizzy from being hung up, or perhaps he was stunned by the news. “How come I’ve never heard Hermione mention this before? Do her parents or sisters work as wizards here?”

“What are you talking about? I am Hermione Granger,” she said, frowning. “And you’re not allowed to say that name.”

Hermione is Granger's nickname.

“You are Hermione, and she is Hermione, so…” Nietzsche licked his lips, gestured to the other’s figure and appearance, and said incredulously, “So there really are cars like those in Back to the Future in the future?”

He completely ignored the other party's warning.

What? He's been hanging up there. Why can't he just talk back? Besides, he finds it hard to reconcile this crazy woman with the Hermione he knows.

Granger's lips twitched slightly.

"So something happened between us in the future that made you not let me call you by your name?"

“Shut up!” Granger said angrily. “I don’t even know you. If Crookshanks hadn’t insisted on being with you, I wouldn’t have come here... You might end up dying at the hands of those Death Eaters.”

Aha~ Krok Mountains.

Ni twisted his body with all his might, spun halfway in the air, glared at his cat, and then struggled to turn back.

Little traitor.

“You broke Hermione’s bag, you have to pay for it.” Nietzsche’s starting point was always surprisingly tricky.

“I didn’t know your relationship with Crookshanks, so I just wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of it from your arms.” Granger clenched his fists, suppressing his anger. “I also wanted to ask you what your relationship with Hermione is!”

Nietzsche rolled his eyes, and the thought of the previous humiliation stirred up malice in his heart.

"Ah~ who knows what their relationship is, it's a long story~"

Jie Jie Jie.

(As usual, the female protagonist in this book is called 'Hermione,' and the other is called 'Granger.')

Chapter 157 Parallel Universe Theory

Nietzsche had a hundred questions about this unfamiliar Granger:

What was her purpose in coming here? What happened in the future?

But most importantly—what she went through.

Of course, he didn't doubt it until the other person took the initiative to say his name... because it's impossible to completely replicate someone from beginning to end, especially Hermione Granger's persistence and temperament.

Therefore, he was quite certain that the man's last name was Granger.

"Let's not even talk about Hermione, whom I've known since elementary school. Just explain your background, within your own limits." Nietzsche was deliberately nitpicking.

Granger's face, now turned upside down, was etched with the marks of time and stories. From his perspective, on the right, there was a very clear, straight knife mark from the corner of Granger's eye to the corner of his mouth, and his skin looked rough under the moonlight.

Completely different from Hermione, she's the kind of girl the Grangers would definitely feel sorry for if they saw her.

“The future me wants to go back to the past to make up for some…mistakes, it’s that simple.” Granger’s indifferent attitude indicated that he didn’t want to say more.

Perhaps it was because Nietzsche was a Slytherin, or perhaps it was because he was in what should have been Malfoy's bedroom.

Even if he told Granger that Draco Malfoy was the one who kicked him out, she still wouldn't believe it—in her mind, Malfoy might be a spineless coward, but he was definitely not someone who would swallow his pride.

Granger was so good at restraint that Nietzsche didn't notice many subtle changes in his expression.

"So you came from the future and returned to your present, when you were in third grade..."

“No, no, no! Time isn’t the linear time of Back to the Future, how can you not even understand that!” Granger said irritably. “Don’t tell me that the person I found for myself on Crook Hill is a slacker.”

"I'm second in the grade!"