Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Wow, it seems the Grangers have suffered quite a bit.

Granger didn't regret his decision; instead, he reflected on whether he should have gone further and eliminated everyone at once.

As she spoke, she gradually became frantic, her eyes filled with hatred.

This crazy idea made Nietzsche cough. He couldn't imagine how Granger had come up with such a thought, but since it was her choice, all he could do was 'not object'.

Simply because she is Hermione Granger.

“If Draco hadn’t been born, it might have directly led to a new parallel universe whose future you can’t see,” Nietzsche said.

According to the paradox, Draco never existed, so there's no reason for Granger to travel back in time, and therefore she wouldn't be standing here talking to him now.

unless....

“His death is not the reason for me to travel back in time. All I need to do is hand the Time-Turner to my future self after Voldemort’s victory, and that will be enough.” Granger smiled wickedly. “You and I will meet again.”

She took out a stopwatch and placed it on the table.

Nietzsche looked familiar; he seemed to have met him once before.

A line of text was written on the cover of the pocket watch:

'I mark every moment, but never surpass the sun. My value to you is measured by your purpose.'

Nietzsche suddenly realized that this madwoman intended to treat her life as a story, and then, as God, to correct mistakes, to forcibly correct history, and to extend a timeline under her own control.

"The Reversal Spell used to activate it has been used up, so I need a replacement to modify it."

“Hermione has one too, wait… no wonder she can take three classes at the same time.” Nietzsche’s hand trembled, splashing a small amount of the potion onto Snape’s podium. “She’s playing with time just to attend classes!”

Well, no wonder Granger dared to play with time; I doubt all Hermiones are like that.

She's decisive, yet sometimes hesitant when considering her methods; she's hesitant, yet dares to play with time... That's Hermione Granger, easily doing what Nietzsche wouldn't dare to do.

“That’s why. I can’t just go and find someone who’s in a time-reversal state.” Granger gave him a reproachful look.

Honestly, it's just going back in time, what's the big deal?

"What about her?" Nietzsche's first thought was Hermione.

"She can't keep this up for long, and constantly reversing time is just draining her energy. You can use mine to switch her out when she's on vacation... Hermione will just feel like she's used up all her time."

With Granger's intelligence, delving a little deeper into alchemy would be no difficult task at all.

The difficulty lies in the incantation of the Time Reversal Spell, which the Silent One will never utter until death—this is the rule. Therefore, she only needs to modify the existing Time Converter.

The fear Nietzsche demonstrated in Defense Against the Dark Arts reminded her of this.

“I want to write my own story… Nietzsche, remember, your ideas are not wrong, they cannot remain,” Granger said earnestly.

Chapter 163 Hermione's 'Crisis'

Hermione was very unhappy.

Not only because of the endless courses, but also... Nietzsche!

She always felt that he was intentionally or unintentionally avoiding her. It's ridiculous. Why did she care so much? Just because Nietzsche made a huge jar of dreamless sleeping potion that even Snape couldn't find fault with.

Oh, it's strawberry flavored.

“I’m thinking, maybe I can bring the children to see it in the next class…” Hagrid led a harpy-headed horse-like creature into the woods, stammering, “You know, it’s rare for ordinary wizards to see a dragon in its true form.”

Hermione kicked the metal bucket over with force, causing hundreds of freshwater fish of varying sizes to jump around on the grass in the Forbidden Forest.

She was already in a bad mood, and there was no room for negotiation with Professor Hagrid's 'crazy' demands. Besides, she didn't want Malfoy to recall any more memories.

“The dragon can do more than just scratch students,” Hermione retorted.

“But that’s not Buckbeak’s fault, you all saw it—Draco himself was the one who cursed it,” Hagrid muttered, cursing.

The eagle-headed horse-bodied winged beast Buckbeak behind him let out a cry, looking at the abundant food on the ground, and was about to have a hearty meal, but as soon as it bent down, the Norwegian Spinosaurus opposite it immediately opened its eyes wide and stared at it.

It's just a level XXX magical creature; what can it do against a level XXXXX behemoth?

“Malfoy deliberately framed you, wanting you to get fired…” Neville, who had just finished washing his face by the stream, interjected.

Perhaps Hagrid was recalling some unpleasant experiences, for his face immediately turned deathly pale.

“His father’s already in Azkaban, what makes you think he can force you to resign?” Ron said bluntly. “Don’t worry, even if the Ministry of Magic really wants to investigate, we still have Hermione and Nietzsche…”

Nietzsche didn't have that kind of free time!

When Hermione heard the name, she reacted as if she had seen Scabbers, the rat from Crookshanks, and immediately bristled.

Perhaps upon hearing a familiar name, Smaug immediately raised his head, and dozens of sturgeon slid down from above. However, after looking around several times and not seeing his nominal 'master,' he disappointedly began to deal with the snacks.

This startled Ron.

He took a few steps back, walked to Harry's side, and asked in a low voice, "Did she eat some kind of firework?"

"He's such a busy man, and I even helped him make so many plans..." Hermione ignored them, using her dragon tail as a cushion, and continued to complain, "But he always refuses to go to the library!"

Harry, Ron, Neville, Hagrid.

The four of them stood there like wooden stakes, listening to her complaints, unable to utter a single word of comfort.

To be honest, because they have never been liked by the opposite sex before, have never had this experience, and cannot understand girls' feelings, they dare not say much... They would rather do nothing than make a mistake.

“But didn’t Nietzsche make you a sleeping potion?” Harry asked cautiously.

“That’s the problem!” Hermione took a small bottle from her pocket, uncorked it, and smelled it. Then she frowned. “I asked Professor Snape, and this sleeping potion is definitely not of Nietzsche’s standard.”

A properly formulated sleep aid should be a light purple color.

But the bottle in her hand was purplish-red, without any impurities or sediment. It could let sunlight pass through when held high, and the fact that it could add flavor to a potion meant it was definitely at the level of a potion master.

Harry sniffed; besides the scent of lavender, there was also a faint hint of grass and strawberry.

It's like a lawn that's just been mowed.

"Is there a difference?" he said enviously. "Artemisia makes sleeping water taste very bitter. I really wish Nietzsche could change the taste of Bone Spirit too..."

"The difference is huge! In the process of making potions, if you miss even half a turn of stirring or miss even a gram of ingredients, the potion will fail. His grades in potions class are even worse than mine, so he must have been cheating."

Well, no wonder he hasn't gone to the library lately; he's been secretly studying.

Harry thought to himself, although he had no experience in relationships, he had at least never seen anyone go on a date while doing homework in the library, right?

“I have reason to suspect that he’s learning from someone else.” Hermione’s face was very grim.

This feeling is like having a cat you've had for over a year, only to have it suddenly run home with someone else when you take it for a walk.

No one would feel good about this...

She turned around again, stroked the Norwegian Spinosaurus's head, and said with a sad tone, "Dear Smaug, it seems you will never see him again."

Smaug breathed out a ball of fire, which warmed them in the cold October wind.

That won't do. Although it doesn't particularly like Hermione, it might consider letting her ride on its back if Hermione could bring Nietzsche back to the Forbidden Forest.

For the next few days, Hermione would keep an eye on Nietzsche during Potions class.

"The shrinking potion requires cutting the daisy stems into pieces... into four or five pieces~"

She noticed that Nietzsche hadn't taken out a knife like the others, but instead used his wand instead of most of his tools. This small change made Hermione narrow her eyes, considering that he had been scorned by Snape as a 'magical Muggle'.

Under the cutting spell, his daisy rhizome tubers were smaller and more uniform than others.

"This is the Potions classroom, not the Charms classroom." Snape heard his chanting and, swaying his cloak, rushed over.

“Professor, I’ve discovered that the smaller the daisy root tuber, the more soluble it is in the potion.” Nietzsche calmly lit the fire and, in front of the other person, stirred it while throwing the root tuber in.

Then he waved his wand again, suspending the shrunken fig and the leech in the air.

Magic squeezed them out of juice, and Nietzsche carefully separated the pale purple and black murky liquids... This didn't go as the textbook suggested. Hermione opened the Book of Potions, which stated that wrinkled figs should be peeled and added.

"You're doing it wrong." Hermione stopped what she was doing.

“This can reduce the failure rate of shrinking potions. When the potion turns a toxic orange color, it’s mostly due to the fig pulp,” Nietzsche said calmly. “After so much time, there must be some areas where we’ve fallen behind.”

He was actually marveling at Granger's maturity.

But Hermione found these words very grating—it sounded like she was showing off that she had found a loophole in the 16th century.

(The shrinking potion was invented in the 16th century)

“Slytherin gets five points. It seems Mr. Holmes’s brain is only made of elm wood on the outside.” Snape revealed a hint of appreciation. “These things are hundreds of years old, so of course there will be some discrepancies.”

He was not very surprised by Nietzsche's discovery.

Rather, Snape's accident was simply because the discoverer was Nietzsche, not Hermione Granger.

But this is a good start!

"What are you all standing there for? Weasley, Porter, Longbottom." The professor turned around and snapped impatiently, "Hurry up and write these down! Do you even notice these when you're memorizing your lessons?"

This is a good method; at least Nawei can increase the success rate to fifty percent.

Hermione lost all interest in making potions during the lesson. She turned cold and became Nietzsche's background character, and his potion was indeed a success—the shrinking potion made from fig juice was purer than the others.

"You've really improved a lot, now you can even improve potions... huh?" Hermione said, seemingly casually.

"This shows that the foundation you laid for me before was very solid." Nietzsche didn't catch her sarcasm, and casually poured the potion into a bottle and put it in his pocket.

"Ahem... Do you have time at noon? I have some questions about some things..."

Lavender and Parvati behind them pricked up their ears.

"You should get some rest," Nietzsche replied, which was quite disappointing. "By the way, these are my notes. You can return them to me after you've finished reading them."

After class, he didn't even wait for Hermione; he grabbed his backpack and rushed out, as if someone was already waiting for her outside the classroom.

Hermione puffed out her cheeks and slammed Nietzsche's notebook onto the table... Who cares? They'd rather give her the notebook than go to the library, which only proves the point. Her intuition was right.

Lavender glanced at Nietzsche's empty seat, then at the fuming Hermione, before giving a look of sudden realization.

"I understand what Professor Trelawney means!"

My dear Mien, this is your ordeal~