Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"So how long are you planning to hide?" she suddenly asked.

Hermione isn't blind, so of course she could see that Nietzsche was inexplicably flustered.

"What did I hide?" Nietzsche forced a smile, took an olive from the fruit basket in the middle of the table, and popped it into his mouth.

“That woman…” Hermione’s drawn-out voice made him pause abruptly, “or that man… is the friend who’s hiding behind you, telling you about potions knowledge that even Snape hasn’t yet touched.”

If Colin, in second grade, could take a picture on the spot and then send it to Watson by owl, he would definitely recognize the expression on Nietzsche's face:

That was the kind of forced, reserved smile Sherlock would give when he met Irene Adler.

Great! Nietzsche didn't even know when he and Granger had become friends... Could this be considered Hermione Granger's affirmation of him?

“The youngest professor in history, if possible,” Nietzsche said.

"That's interesting. If there are people like that in the school, how come I didn't know?" Hermione glanced at it and reached out to close the lid on the fruit basket that the teahouse had given them. "Of course, Professor Snape asked me to find out..."

Nietzsche glared at Crookshank, signaling it to hurry up and find its pocket watch.

To be honest, he felt a little unfamiliar with Hermione today, but he also felt a strange excitement, like discovering a new continent.

When something doesn't unfold according to usual logic, it always brings a sense of novelty. Take Hermione, for example; despite her constant, seemingly unintentional, questioning, Nietzsche thoroughly enjoyed it...

What he enjoyed was not Hermione's questioning attitude, but rather this subtle interaction, this attempt to explore their relationship.

Fxck!

He's seriously mentally ill.

Meanwhile, the Weasley brothers and Warrington had quietly arrived at the entrance of Mrs. Patiffe's Tea House. Surprisingly, there was another group of people who had arrived even earlier than them by the window, and they were Hufflepuff's men.

"What are you doing here?" Fred asked warily.

"What a coincidence, you also know Cedric's secret?" Hannah said in surprise.

"Of course... Ah? Cedric?"

Chapter 167 Inviting the Next Scapegoat

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In a sense, the Gryffindor team also needs to thank Nicholas.

If it weren't for him, Warrington wouldn't have been able to win the Quidditch captaincy, and Gryffindor wouldn't necessarily have relied solely on Harry Potter to win; their chances of winning would have been much greater.

In addition, because of their father, please, George and Fred are determined to defend Hermione and Nietzsche.

"Why can't you just put a bug in there?" Warrington complained, listening to the commotion on the radio.

The group of them squatted in the snow, almost frozen solid, their shoulders and hats covered in snow.

"Keep your voice down!" George said, his eyes wide. "Those things were contraband by the Ministry of Magic last time, and my dad put them away... Wait, I saw them holding hands!"

His words prompted the others to scramble to the windowsill and peek through the gaps in the curtains.

In reality, Hermione simply grabbed Nietzsche's wrist and casually covered the fruit basket, but in their eyes, it seemed to be some kind of symbolic gesture.

"Who struck first?" Lavender's voice was forced out through clenched teeth.

"It looks like... Hermione..."

“Nice~” Warrington nudged the others with his elbow like a triumphant parrot.

If Hermione takes the initiative, then Slytherin wins. In this war without gunpowder, only the one who takes the initiative is willing to relinquish the right to choose, which means defeat.

But in reality, things went in the exact opposite direction of their expectations:

Although Nietzsche was the passive party with the power of choice, he was extremely uneasy.

"Hemien, are you angry because I'm studying with someone else?" He quickly withdrew his hand and asked cautiously.

"Who? Me? Impossible." Hermione took a sip of her sweet floral tea, then immediately changed her tune. "Okay, a little bit, but I've never done that... My competition with you is because you broke the 'equality'!"

What could Nietzsche do?

Did he arrange for Hermione, who frequently uses the Time-Turner, to meet Granger from a parallel universe?

The first rule of the Time-Turner is that 'the user cannot be discovered to be in several different states at the same time,' and Granger and he both knew what Hermione was doing, so the best course of action was to observe from the sidelines.

"Who is that genius?" Hermione asked.

You can't not go see her...

“Her? Should I warn her—we’re making huge changes to the wizarding world right now, so we should be more careful?” Hermione said demurely, holding Crookshanks in her arms.

What a coincidence.

Just at this critical juncture, Hogwarts suddenly produced a potions genius who surpassed Professor Snape.

Unless that person was a first-year student, Hermione would have already paid a visit.

Nietzsche then noticed several dark figures flashing behind the curtains. He realized that someone was hiding outside, but after opening the window and glancing out, he found scattered Hogwarts students walking on the road.

George and Warrington, who happened to be passing by, greeted him.

“I’ve been careful enough. I stay in the same place all the time except when I’m in class,” Nietzsche glared at her.

He also wanted to talk to Hermione and go to the library to read some books.

But ever since Granger revealed the secret of the Time-Turner, he has had to avoid Hermione.

Since Hermione is only turning back her own time, and Hogwarts is only so big, if Hermione makes even the slightest mistake, both of them might bump into Nietzsche, so it's better to be safe.

At that moment, the fog dissipated somewhat as the window was opened.

Hermione saw two wizards embracing behind Nietzsche's seat... and now she understood what those sucking sounds were.

French kiss!

Every table of wizards at Madam Parthoff's Tea House was occupied by couples. Far from Hogwarts, they shed their usual personas and no longer restrained their little gestures with their partners.

Hermione's original composure was completely swept away.

"I'm sorry, this place is full," Lady Patif said to the wizard who had just entered.

"It seems we've come at the wrong time... Qiu..."

Hermione recognized Cedric's voice and could see him and another slender witch about to turn away through the mist. She quickly stood up, passed through the fog, and grabbed Cedric's clothes.

When she saw the figure sitting next to her in the teahouse, she immediately couldn't sit still.

“I was just about to leave.” Hermione took out two Galleons and placed them in the shopkeeper’s hand. “Consider the rest a tip.”

The magic in this teahouse was exquisite; only when she stood right in front of Cedric could she vaguely make out the features of the two people opposite her. The witch with Cedric, judging from her tie, seemed to be Ravenclaw.

A girl with straight black hair smiled shyly, sizing up the other girl.

Hermione didn't dare to look up, and forcibly pulled Nietzsche out of Lady Parthoff's teahouse.

“I admit I was wrong—about that genius, I assure you you will meet him,” Nietzsche said helplessly.

However, this happened after her time converter was switched.

"N-nothing." Hermione stood numbly at the entrance of the teahouse, her cheeks burning as if she had a fever. She peeked out several more times before the door closed completely. "I think we should go and look around somewhere else."

Is this a place only couples frequent, perhaps Nietzsche's apology? But isn't this all too fast?

Hermione, carrying Crookshank, was completely unaware that cat paws were reaching into her pocket.

Nietzsche breathed a sigh of relief after Hermione, who had just changed the subject with the Norwegian Spinosaurus, looked around at the shops on the streets of Hogsmeade. Just as he was about to put his hand back in his pocket, it was grabbed.

It was Hermione... In that instant, she felt as thrilled as if she were riding a rocket soaring through the atmosphere.

As the two docked in the snow, much like Apollo and Soyuz, she seemed to hear the automated voice from a science fiction movie: 'Houston, docking complete, feeling good.'

"Your things fell out."

Nietzsche quickly crouched down, hid her time converter in her sleeve, and then took Granger's time converter in her hand.

On the surface, they were all pocket watches the size of a palm. Hermione didn't say anything, but quickly put the items away.

After he entered a magical equipment shop called 'Device Bans' at the far end of Hogsmeade, George and the others who were by the window realized that someone else had taken their place.

"It's all your fault, you Slytherin Bigfoot!" George threw the blame away in a fit of pique. "If you hadn't been so loud, if you hadn't been jumping around so much, they wouldn't have even noticed someone hiding here..."

"Remember to pay!" Warrington warned, waving his fist.

“That doesn’t count. Hermione only held hands,” Fred said stubbornly. “She hasn’t even confessed yet.”

"Make way, make way, I said---can you stop blocking the way?" Fawcett of Ravenclaw pushed them aside, pulled the curtains open a crack, then closed the window again. "A bunch of novices comparing themselves here..."

George and Fred watched as the eaglets and badgers emerged from all directions; they sensed an opportunity.

There's something interesting going on between that big oaf from Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaw Seeker!

Chapter 168 You're right, but this is the Potions Master

At the entrance of Honeydukes Candy House, next to a wanted poster, there was also a notice:

To ensure the safety of the wizarding residents, Dementors patrol the streets every day at sunset.

"Foolish Fudge!" Ambrosius Froome, the owner of Honeydukes, yelled after seeing the latest notice. "Alright, kids, come back at Christmas, or watch out for those Dementors!"

After paying for a jar of jackfruit, Nietzsche tossed it into the air, where it mingled with the other magical devices.

The only advantage of being in Hogsmeade is that he can use magic at will.

After welcoming the last group of customers, the candy store closed its doors, but each little wizard received a free coconut ice cream as compensation.

Helpless, the students could only curse Fudge all they could do as they returned to Hogwarts dejectedly. Only the Halloween dinner that evening could lift their spirits... Even so, they still had to keep cursing.

"Does Fudge have no one to support him anymore?" Hermione skipped and hopped toward the school.

Logically speaking, it is the Aurors' responsibility to capture people in the magical world, not those mindless Dementors.

'Non-existent' beings only follow primal instincts—Dementors are the embodiment of 'fear,' so they emerge from death and only pursue fear; they possess only the concept of fear.

“I hope he doesn’t get kicked out…” Nietzsche muttered as he inspected the alchemy equipment he had purchased.

Although Fudge won't get anything done, he's easy to control.

He didn't want Minister Fouché to be ousted and replaced by a more difficult, tough, and rule-abiding opponent until the Secret Service Act was completely repealed; that would be a disaster for him.