Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Obsessive-compulsive disorder occurred.

Hermione was so engrossed in dealing with the pile of homework that she didn't have time to talk.

"What is it now..." Nietzsche had just raised his head when he saw many people staring at him.

There were new students, as well as classmates and friends who had gone from the initial 'tutoring group' to the 'duel club', all of whom were watching him because of this incident.

The veil of truth has been pierced by Ravenclaw, but some people still hold onto a sliver of hope.

“Don’t treat us like fools, Nietzsche.” Hannah pushed her textbook aside and said seriously, “You want us to learn practical skills to protect ourselves, and you’re also out there doing all sorts of entrepreneurial things. Don’t tell me it’s just for fun.”

Anyone with even a little knowledge can see what Nietzsche and Hermione are up to.

As the Ministry of Magic gradually lifted its control over wizards' research on Muggle items, Diagon Alley, separated from the Muggle world only by a bar, gradually became more lively... Coupled with Lockhart's novels, wizards even began to yearn for Muggle life.

They were curious how Muggles, who didn't have magic, could do these things.

In a sense, it also promoted Muggle studies and alchemy.

“What do you want to ask?” Nietzsche asked.

In fact, his inner world was not as calm as it appeared. He often pondered the meaning behind Boggart's actions and Granger's return to silence.

History progresses in a spiral; this is a universal law for Muggles.

But what if a wizard intervenes?

Of course, wizards can't kill tens of thousands of people at once, but they can twist their bodies and run to any corner of the world, or even the presidential palaces of various countries.

He blinked slightly, and every subtle ambient sound that reached his ears began to distort: ​​What if history could go backward?

“You knew about this all along... didn’t you? You were preparing.” Anthony glanced around before finally stepping forward. “The wizarding world has a new perspective on Slytherin now, and everyone has a new choice.”

Sometimes, even Nietzsche didn't know what the future held.

In order to tip the scales in his favor, he was willing to push things that could incite riots.

The problem is that detonating a single neutron is enough to cause fission in other atomic nuclei, and the resulting chain reaction may never stop. He is not a mathematician and cannot calculate the probability.

“Hmm.” Nietzsche nodded.

The reply was brief and sounded perfunctory, but it was enough to confirm the conjecture of the thoughtful Ravenclaws.

"Let me be frank, I need you..."

"Wait, I don't understand." Hannah shook her head, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

“Hannah, once wizards flood into the Muggle world in large numbers, the Ministry of Magic will not stand idly by,” Nietzsche said calmly, turning his head. “They will find ways to stop them, so I need you to withstand the pressure.”

"Consider it for your own Leaky Cauldron..." he thought to himself.

When wizards enter the Muggle world, it sparks debates reminiscent of those during the American Civil War—whether wizards have obligations and whether they belong to the people of their home country.

Once a disagreement arises regarding group affiliation, it leads to government issues. Having met with high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic several times, he could easily deduce their thoughts; they always remained neutral.

Nietzsche did not deny whether Voldemort was still alive, and that is the best answer.

“Great, here’s your assignment.” Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and pulled a large stack of forms from her repaired backpack.

"You had this plan all along?" Nietzsche asked in surprise.

"Of course... I've been waiting for this opportunity." She chuckled and handed out the forms she had prepared long ago. She seemed to have anticipated this would happen today, and even carried these forms with her.

His heavy dark circles under his eyes even impressed Nietzsche.

Hermione suddenly pulled a pocket watch from her pocket, checked the time, and hurriedly went outside.

There was nothing she could do; she must have had it tough. Nietzsche looked at the girl's back as she bravely endured the pressure, wanting to offer some advice, but then thought better of it—Hermione was busy enough; she should do something too.

Nietzsche thought to himself, 'I'll make her some strawberry-flavored dreamless sleeping pills...'

“But do we really have to do this? If the Ministry of Magic finds out, and even one person secretly reports it, we’ll be in deep trouble, caught between Muggles and the Ministry of Magic,” Padma said.

Her responsibility was to assist Lockhart.

After all, Padma is a loyal fan of Gilderoy Lockhart's books.

Do you believe in Superman?

I have great respect for wizards who dare to criticize the Secret Service Act, because they might get arrested and sent to Azkaban.

Ladies and gentlemen, our era is about to begin.

Some people are reborn after they die.

But history ultimately spirals upwards.

One last time... wizards are by no means ignorant.

Nietzsche said this.

Chapter 162 Time Converter

The facts presented by Boggart are chilling upon closer examination.

Only Draco Malfoy and his cronies noticed what Nietzsche feared, but no one knew what wicked scheme he was plotting.

It's already mid-October, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is progressing more deeply. Every time the students enter the classroom, they have to be on high alert, always holding their wands in their hands, ready to deal with Boggarts or Red Hats who might appear out of nowhere.

Professor Glendale was even more remarkable; he encouraged his students to try different forms of dark magic against these creatures.

However, Professor Lu Ping had some objections...

Since that Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Granger has kept a low profile, spending much of his time auditing alchemy classes and taking Crookshanks to wander around the edge of the Forbidden Forest in his spare time.

When Nietzsche saw her again, he was still picking lavender.

"Adding two dried strawberry slices to the final stirring of the Dreamless Sleep Potion will change its taste," Granger told Crookshank, holding him as he explained his plan to improve the potion.

She's such a good teacher, if only her gaze weren't so sharp...

"Thank you."

"So, you and she started all these things?" Granger sighed, stroking the Persian cat with a blank expression.

Everything is for the future.

"I mean, is it really necessary to be so envious? You're no less than Hermione."

Nietzsche suppressed a laugh, carefully dug out the valerian root from the ground, opened the small cloth bag tied around his waist, shook off the dirt, and placed it together with the licorice tablets.

Perhaps Granger also disliked the strange taste of potions, and always found various ways to change the flavor.

As time went by and the environment became more peaceful, she relaxed a little. Her pale skin gradually regained its fleshy color, and her short, curly hair, which reached her chin, became less dry. This was a good start.

“But I don’t have that many friends.” Granger’s eyes were complicated, and he pursed his lips. “And I wouldn’t expect Weasley and Potter to make me sleeping potions and bliss potions... Kid, not all Grangers are that lucky.”

With a light leap, she landed on the tree branch.

The castle was so beautiful at dusk; the golden afterglow and the sounds of laughter made her linger. If she could, Granger wished she could die there.

“I don’t mean to discourage you, but you should know… traveling to the past cannot change the future.” Nietzsche casually wiped his hands with his school robe, making himself all dirty. “You can stay here and start over.”

Granger paused for a moment, looked at the mud on Nietzsche's face, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Is your mouth always so appealing to girls?"

"Have it?"

“I don’t belong here, Holmes. Their admiration, hope, and respect belong to Hermione… You’re a good person. Here’s a hint—if possible, you’d better kill those people as soon as possible. You know who I’m talking about.”

Granger looked at the castle and nervously sniffed.

This is the difference between her and Hermione; Granger is more decisive and acts with great efficiency.

His constant talk of murder is really putting him in a difficult position.

“Dumbledore wouldn’t allow me to do that.” Nietzsche knew who she was talking about; they were both in sync. “Everything you’re seeing and hearing now is within the rules I can do.”

She's practically Slytherin from Gryffindor.

This also led to Granger and Nietzsche being surprisingly in agreement on many things, such as certain methods... Many actions that Hermione had to consider were permissible under Granger's guidance.

Of course, everyone's experience is different, which is normal.

“Do you know how the Mystic won?” Granger felt the warmth of his fingertips and hugged Crookshank tighter. “Someone betrayed us… The Draco family sided with him at the last minute.”

"That's impossible. Malfoy doesn't have the ability to influence the trend of a victory."

Nietzsche had a clear understanding of Lucius's abilities.

In the Wizarding Wars, only powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort could single-handedly reverse the course of the war...

“I don’t know how they did it, but after Harry Potter and Voldemort’s final battle, the only thing that’s certain is that the Malfoys were taking revenge on me… because I did something that forced them to side with the Man of Void.”

This is very strange.

Apart from a few fanatics, most pure-bloods and half-bloods viewed Voldemort as a 'living weapon devoid of humanity,' and their attitude towards Voldemort was more one of fear and disdain.

If, after the war, those people did not suffer any loss in essence, and instead the magical world became even more closed off, then...

“If it’s you, I’m not surprised…” Nietzsche whistled.

Upon hearing the whistle, Crookshan jumped from the treetop onto Nietzsche's head.

Seeing that Crookshank was behaving reasonably well, he snorted with satisfaction, clutched his herb bag, and went from outside to the Potions classroom.

Lighting the fire, grinding, stirring—a huge pot of Dreamless Sleeping Potion would last Hermione until January of next year. Granger had to admit, she did envy someone who could offer her comforting solace during her most exhausting times.

The four lavender sprigs were crushed into powder, and the excess was put back into the bag by Nietzsche to make a makeshift sachet.

“I killed Draco back then…” Granger hesitated for a moment before recounting his experience, “He let Death Eaters into the school and killed so many people, I couldn’t just let him go back like that.”

It makes perfect sense; Nietzsche would have done the same.

As he wiped the glass jar, he pondered Granger's hint: Draco was clearly the only male heir in the Malfoy family, and his fate would surely influence the Malfoys' final decision.

However, death was inevitable; Nietzsche was merely considering the manner of the other person's death in advance.

"So you want to go back to before Draco was killed and stop yourself from killing him?" Nietzsche asked, puzzled.

"No, I want to go back to a time before, kill his parents, and make sure he was never born..."