Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Nietzsche never imagined that he would become the least successful among the group.

So who is number one in the grade?

"Hermione..."

“Ha, you academic failure.” Granger laughed mockingly.

Nietzsche could assure you that this year's school might be the safest, but he was the unluckiest person at Hogwarts.

Perhaps seeing that Nietzsche's brain was congested and his speech was becoming slurred due to being hung upside down, the compassionate Granger simply put Nietzsche down.

But when he was put down, his head hit the floor with a dull thud, like a judge striking a final verdict with a gavel, and his hands were bound by magic, forced to be behind his back.

The magic that grows with age is enough to suppress him completely.

“If you’re so capable, why did you come looking for me?” Nietzsche asked stubbornly.

There's no way Granger would touch him. Aside from Hermione's 'protective shield,' there's also Crookshanks, his get-out-of-jail-free card!

Even so, he still cursed in his heart: little traitor.

“Because this is not the past I remember!” Granger crossed his legs and sat on the warm bed with Crookshanks in his arms. “I don’t know you, and I remember that Ravenclaw was always second in the year.”

She deliberately raised her voice and slowed her speech.

However, Nietzsche simply leaned against the wall and yawned—how amusing, Granger's first choice wasn't Hermione.

"So?"

"This means a parallel world... God, how did someone as stupid as you become second place? Did you get in by currying favor with Slytherin?"

Now, Nietzsche's future study plan also includes adding "Time Travel" after "Asteroid Dynamics".

Granger rolled his eyes, and when he heard a few footsteps coming from the lounge, he quickly got up and closed the door, adding a few sound-blocking spells and a peace-preserving charm.

They were so cautious it was as if they had forgotten they were at Hogwarts.

Parallel universes... Nietzsche first heard this term in movies and comics.

“Crooked Mountain is very clever; it recognized me immediately, so there must be a reason why it sent me to find you… Fxck, I never imagined I would be dealing with a Slytherin.” She hugged Crooked Mountain tightly.

Before she knew it, she had buried her face in the cat's mouth, greedily sucking on the familiar scent.

Nietzsche, who had been accidentally poked, thought to himself: It seems she has suffered quite a trauma. This crazy and eccentric behavior... No, I should keep an eye on Hermione, lest she become like this.

However, opening the heart of someone traumatized by war is a difficult task, and if that person is a wizard, it is even more difficult.

How much do you know about parallel universes?

Both Granger and Hermione exuded confidence when asked questions.

“I consulted the British physicist David Deutsch, who mentioned that if time travel is possible, then multiple universes must exist, and this would not violate the Novikov self-consistency principle.”

This time paradox is easy to understand:

If a person travels through time, then their past becomes their present, and their present becomes their future.

Simply put, everything you do in the past won't change anything, because the final outcome was already altered in the world before you traveled back.

“If this is a parallel universe, then I can interact with this environment freely without any restrictions imposed on me,” Granger explained carefully to Nietzsche, who was dozing on the ground, like a teacher.

“That’s great, so you don’t need to worry about anything.” Nietzsche felt no pressure at all and leaned against the wall, collapsing to the ground.

He thought it was something difficult.

Just think of it as immigration; he didn't expect any butterfly effect or anything like that.

“I must go back,” Granger said, grinding his teeth in a condescending tone. “My mission is to kill Malfoy…”

“Please,” Nietzsche gestured with his chin.

She really couldn't do anything about this Slytherin.

What's infuriating is that during the day she spent watching Hermione, she discovered that Hermione here was not on the same level as Harry and the others, and they were not friends. Granger's immediate impression of Hermione was that she was in a superior-subordinate relationship.

And it's almost half of Gryffindor.

Granger didn't say anything, just stared straight at him, his leather boots rhythmically tapping on the wooden floor.

"Da, da da, da..."

“I have two options. First, although I don’t know what you’ve been through, you can get away from those things now. Second, you can find a way back, and I will help you as much as possible.”

Nietzsche couldn't stand her stare any longer and could only offer these two solutions for the time being.

On the darker side, perhaps she lost a lot, which is why she was so reckless in traveling back in time to change things, even after learning about the 'Novikov self-consistency principle', she still wanted to try.

Perhaps she already understood that even if she returned to her own timeline, she couldn't change what had happened.

Therefore, Nietzsche could only offer her two different hopes—to live a different way, or to continue on with her aspirations.

“I need a large number of books from the library, including those in the restricted section and those from the Ministry of Magic.” Granger glanced at his age, then added, “Just borrow what you can get, the rest…”

"No problem, so you can get out of here now, at least let me recharge my energy."

Nietzsche pushed Crook Hill aside and crawled into the cup like a caterpillar rolling on the ground.

Great, even the bed I just warmed up is cold now!

Granger felt something was off, wondering why this Slytherin was so calm and agreed so readily.

This inevitably aroused her suspicion: perhaps he wanted to get some benefits out of me...

Just as Granger was leaning against the dormitory door, two wands in hand, and sitting down to rest, Nietzsche suddenly said, "Oh, right, there's one more thing~"

As expected! He wanted to negotiate.

Granger knew that Slytherin was always driven by self-interest.

“Speak,” she asked briefly.

Nietzsche rubbed his untied hands under the covers, while Crookshank snored in his ear, seemingly making amends.

“If you’re going out in the morning, remember to use the Disillusionment Charm to cover yourself up… I don’t want anyone to see a strange woman coming out of my room. It’s not that I don’t want Hermione to misunderstand, but I’m afraid she’ll misunderstand.” He stammered.

Granger's fist hardened.

Chapter 158 The Invisible Tail

This was exactly what Nietzsche had expected—Ms. Granger was very well-behaved, and... well... she was sleeping soundly.

After getting up in the morning, he carefully took his wand from the other person's hand, looked at himself in the mirror on the desk for a long time, and only after confirming that there was nothing unusual did he carry Crookshanks out again.

It's said to be a hug, but in reality, Nietzsche snatched it back himself.

'Why doesn't Granger go to her?' He grabbed Crookshank by the neck and saw Hermione just coming out of the common room to wash up.

If you need help, you should be the first person you turn to.

This is subconscious trust. In a strange yet familiar environment, any normal person would turn to themselves first, but Granger chose a Persian cat with raccoon blood.

Because there are no group classes on Tuesday mornings for Gryffindor and Slytherin.

So after hastily finishing his Metamorphosis class, Nietzsche immediately ran to the school library.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Pince, I'd like to borrow some books!"

"What other knowledge do you need to supplement?" She recognized the voice just by hearing it and said without looking up, "Spells is in the first three rows, and the rune dictionary is near the forbidden section."

He was a regular at the bookstore, and Nietzsche, who was often seen there, always received better service from Mrs. Pince.

"Are there any unorthodox magical studies, such as... time or space magic?"

"If it's alchemy, there are some documents from the Egyptian Institute left behind when Dumbledore was a professor there," Mrs. Pince said lazily, flicking her wand. "Remember not to bring in 'The Monster Book of Monsters'."

She mentions this to everyone she meets.

Because a student brought the book "Magical Zoology" to the library yesterday, but left it behind when they left, Mrs. Pince was furious. When she opened the library today, she found the floor covered with scraps of paper.

Those are all 'masterpieces' of monster books that bite.

“I didn’t sign up for that course.” Nietzsche noticed a light coming from the bookshelf area.

Upon closer inspection, an entire bookshelf was filled with notes on alchemy. One of the books, an ancient book without a cover or title, stated that alchemy was not a spell, but rather involved elements that were difficult for wizards to control.

The realm of alchemy lies in any abstract concept.

As he was frowning and searching through the documents of the Egyptian Alchemy Institute, he suddenly heard the sound of biscuits breaking on his shoulder.

Looking back, I saw Crookshan, perched on my shoulder, munching on a few fish crackers.

"How long have you been following me?" Nietzsche's eyes twitched, he cleared his throat, and lowered his voice.

“Just woke up.” Granger suddenly appeared in Nietzsche’s blind spot. “I’ve been here ever since you finished your Transfiguration class… Did you find anything?!”

"The only record of time magic is an hour reversal spell, and there are no records of any spells."

He looked her over and found that Granger was clearer than she had been in the moonlight the night before. He could see every detail of her body—she was thin and looked unwell. The only lucky thing was that her eyes were unchanged.

His long fingernails were filled with cookie crumbs and blood clots, and he was probably around twenty years old.

Granger turned and looked around, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

“Of course not, only the Silent One knows about that kind of spell... That’s enough, as long as we have a way to repair the alchemical equipment,” Granger said with a smile.

This was also the first time Nietzsche had seen her smile instead of looking bitter and resentful.

Perhaps she was aware of the emotions she was revealing, but after laughing for three seconds, she immediately reverted to her original cold demeanor. Nietzsche called this tightly pursed-lips, silent expression the 'bat face'.

"You became a mute after graduation?" Nietzsche said, leaning against the bookshelf.

Granger paused for a moment, his fingers stiffening, before finally saying, "No, I met a wizard from the Ministry of Magic at 'Potter Radio,' and he died later."

Nietzsche could already imagine the future scene—a group of people fleeing Voldemort's pursuit, communicating with each other via radio in an underground area.

Looking at Granger, who occasionally showed envy for her surroundings, he suddenly realized that Granger was not as lucky as Hermione. She had endured everything on her own, which could be seen from her unstable mental state.

Crazy woman...

"Feel sorry."

"What?" Granger thought he had misheard.

"How many Slytherin members have joined your side?" Nietzsche asked tentatively.

"Almost all the Gryffindors are dead. Hufflepuffs have the most members and can still secretly help out occasionally... Actually, Slytherin had some members at the beginning, but they were later wiped out by the pure-bloods."