Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“About Hogsmeade… well… these places are really nice.” The sofa next to me suddenly sank in. “They’re perfect for you, truly wonderful.”

This was still the Slytherin common room, and Granger, worried that others might pass by, didn't bother to cancel the Disillusionment Charm.

"You've been there?" Nietzsche regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth.

What kind of talk is that? Granger has definitely been there.

“Ah…George, Fred, they’re still the same unreliable people.” She sighed, ignoring Nietzsche’s words.

Judging from her tone, she seemed to be suppressing a laugh.

Nietzsche always felt that these people had some bad intentions, but having someone to point the way was better than having no one at all. Just as he was about to seek some comfort from his little cat, he found that it had already run away.

All credit for this absurd feat belongs to Weasley.

"We're going to make those Slytherin guys lose everything, down to their underwear!" Two men were yelling, standing on the table in the Gryffindor common room. "We missed Percy, but we won't miss him a second time."

George and Fred looked at the dozens of hands raised above their heads—no, those weren't hands, they were walking money.

"How did they get it?" Colin didn't want to miss out on this excitement.

“Red wins – passive; Green wins – active,” George said in a low voice.

Colin hesitated. He turned to look at Hermione in the study area, then thought about Nietzsche's identity and the help he could offer, and timidly raised one finger.

Can I choose the middle option?

“There’s no ‘middle’ option here?!” Fred laughed heartily.

“Of course there is! What if nothing happens to them?” Colin mustered his courage and retorted righteously, “I’ll place this bet… Here you go, this is a silver scythe!”

George and Fred exchanged a glance, then suddenly realized that it wasn't impossible.

But the chances were too slim, especially with Lavender's help; it was impossible for things to end so hastily.

"No problem, you pay, you decide!"

They both stretched out their hands at the same time, clasping their palms together to cover the gleaming silver coin.

Hermione was unaware of what was happening there. Lavender and Ginny had pulled her to sit by a window, but the shouts and cheers from the other side were just too loud.

"Are George and Fred placing bets again?" Her attention had to be diverted.

But Ginny's eyes darted around, and without blushing or skipping a beat, she said, "Quidditch matches are starting soon, and they're probably betting on whether Slytherin or Gryffindor will win. They love doing these kinds of things."

That's not wrong, it's just that we're not betting on Quidditch...

Ginny has changed a lot. Since Riddle's control disappeared, her personality has become as fiery as her shiny hair. However, she feels more gratitude and a little bit of awe towards Hermione.

After all, in Gryffindor, who wouldn't want to have Hermione's ability to command a pride of lions?

"Try this, it's the wizard's latest potion, it can cover up the dark circles under your eyes." Lavender opened his small box and poured out all sorts of bottles and jars.

Hermione had never used these before, and she instinctively felt a sense of rejection.

Until... until Ginny took out the small mirror she always carried with her.

God bless the Queen! What a head that was! Hermione's once fluffy hair was now twisted like Godric's Hollow, lifeless, and her half-closed eyes made her look even older.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a sharp scream.

"This is your first time going out. Honestly, when was the last time you washed your face?" Lavender mocked.

"Yesterday? The day before yesterday? Last week?" Hermione asked, her eyes closed, as she pulled the mirror away.

"It was the week before last. Every time you came back to your dorm, you would drink the potion and fall asleep immediately. You probably didn't even notice that you had gained weight... probably... um, about five pounds? You're fifteen years old now, you need to learn to do some things!"

Hermione pinched her cheek in disbelief.

When she stood up, intending to escape back to the bathroom, she found this ordinary movement so strenuous that she fell back onto the stool as soon as she stood up, and screamed as her stomach hit the table.

Okay, it's not that she actually gained weight...

It turned out that Crookshan had somehow climbed onto her thigh.

"Meow?!"

Hermione looked at its persimmon-like face and suddenly thought of Nietzsche's teasing, which made her even more unhappy.

“No problem.” She looked at Ginny and Lavender, who were eager to try, took a few deep breaths, and then made up her mind. “Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with it, but you’d better make sure that your stuff actually works.”

Professor Glendale said she needed to let loose and push her limits.

Then she will strike in her best form!

Lavender and Ginny exchanged a smile, and a war without gunfire began.

Chapter 166 The Cat's Potential

On the morning before Halloween, Nietzsche suddenly became inexplicably flustered.

Today is the day of our visit to Hogsmeade Village, and even Draco, who usually has a gloomy face, is holding hands with Pansy, chatting and laughing.

“Symmo…Cedric…Next!” As they entered the foyer, the castle steward, Filch, was carrying Lady Lorris and a scroll that had been dragged on the floor. Everyone had to be checked by him.

The long queue at the entrance stretched all the way to the second floor.

Every now and then, cheers would erupt from the courtyard outside the gate; those were the students who had successfully passed the test.

Harry Potter stood at the side of the long line, accompanying Ron and Neville. He moved slowly along with the line until his friends reached Filch, at which point he dejectedly walked back.

"You can't go?" Nietzsche, who was at the end of the line, greeted Harry as he returned to the Gryffindor Tower.

“The Dursleys didn’t sign my autograph… Ha, they practically tore the list apart after hearing ‘Wizards’.” Harry gave a wry smile, waving his hand with feigned composure. “Oh, by the way, I support Gryffindor.”

"Support... huh?"

"Nothing much, just the Quidditch team." Harry cleared his throat and quickened his pace after seeing the warning looks from some people.

Even after his body disappeared around the corner of the marble staircase, Nietzsche was still savoring the image of him blinking repeatedly.

Very strange.

But he wasn't a fan of Quidditch either, so he didn't take Harry's words to heart.

The weather at the end of October was not good. Less than half a minute after Nietzsche's feet touched the courtyard floor outside the hall, a gust of cold wind made him want to turn back... To be honest, it was more comfortable in bed.

He hid his hands in his pockets, hunched over, and stood helplessly in the cold wind.

"You're not still studying today, are you?"

Nietzsche turned around and was immediately dumbfounded.

Hermione, standing under a clump of withered branches, seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

She wore thick clothes underneath, with a thin black school robe and a red and yellow scarf on top. She wore women's snow boots and had a circle of down around her ankles that Nietzsche found to have a nice 'texture'.

But the hat... was the women's hat Nietzsche had given her, not a wizard's hat.

“If you don’t go, this is what I’m planning to do.” Nietzsche’s thinking had clearly become much slower.

Hermione had calculated it perfectly; he paused for a full thirty-five seconds.

The two, who were constantly immersed in books, were at a loss as to what to do next.

But it didn't matter. The understanding Crookshank suddenly jumped out of Hermione's arms and returned to Nietzsche's embrace at a speed that didn't belong to him... This little episode allowed Nietzsche to pick up the conversation.

"What are you doing here, Crookshanks?" He then walked over to Hermione.

With the presence of this Persian longhaired cat, their relationship eased considerably. Poor Crookshank, it had sacrificed so much.

To be honest, Hermione's current attire exceeded his expectations, and to ensure the students had a pleasant weekend, many professors hadn't assigned any homework, so the two of them could relax and play all day.

As they exited through the main gate, the two Dementors always gave them a shiver, but when they arrived at Hogsmeade Village, which resembled a Christmas card, they discovered that it was already snowing.

The light shining through the doors and windows looked like candles in the snow from a distance.

Hermione walked down the middle of the street and looked around a few times, feeling a sense of desolation as if she had been abandoned by the world.

There weren't many wizard shops, but they were very crowded.

Most of the buildings are made of wood and brick, but she didn't feel any sense of separation. Instead, she easily blended into the surrounding environment, which is even older than Diagon Alley.

Recommended by their friends, Nietzsche and Hermione both ended up at Lady Parthoff's Tea House.

But when they went inside, they regretted it a little—the curtains and tablecloths inside were trimmed with lace, and a sweet mist permeated the air, effortlessly isolating each area from the small round tables.

'Is this a teahouse?'

'Is this the place they recommended?'

Hermione and Nietzsche were both cursing their respective friends in their hearts.

"What would you like?"

Just then, a plump woman wearing an apron walked over; she was the only one who didn't fit into the Baroque-style teahouse.

“A serving of… frosted pudding and rose tea…” Hermione stammered.

If she heard correctly, there would always be a few inexplicable smacking sounds around her, which sent chills down her spine.

Nietzsche, on the other hand, wasn't particularly embarrassed. However, from the moment he sat down, he kept twisting his thigh under the table, trying to suppress the urge to run away.

And now he understands why Granger used that strange tone.

"I thought the place you chose would be..."

“You didn’t object either, did you? I actually think the flower tea here is quite good.” Nietzsche, like a startled bird, blurted out her prepared remarks before she could even finish speaking.

Hermione paused for a moment, then looked him over carefully before bursting into laughter.

Someone got impatient first, but she wouldn't say who it was.

"Hmm~" Hermione rested her right hand on the table, supporting her chin with the back of her hand.

Perhaps it was because of the fog, but when Hermione lowered her head slightly to drink her tea, her hat always covered the upper half of her face. This was a serious problem, so serious that it caused Nietzsche to have a hallucination—he saw the shadow of that woman in Hermione.

Eileen Adler.

Damn it, he shouldn't have given me that Victorian hat!

Furthermore, Crookshanks squatting on the table, being fed caffeine-free and chocolate-free dry food by Hermione, looked even more like... no, no, Nietzsche blinked, trying hard to block out this thought.