Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

So... good luck, Fukichi!

Upon returning to Hogwarts, Nietzsche found Snape standing at the entrance to the Great Hall, as still as a stone statue, unmoved by the cold wind.

"Wait a moment~" The dean stopped him and said expressionlessly, "Mr. Holmes, given the significant improvement in your potions, I think you can be of great use---help me finish up the potion-making process."

Sorry, Nietzsche would rather leave that opportunity to Hermione.

"how is she?"

Hermes glanced at him gratefully, then puffed out her chest and took a small step forward.

He is one of the most recognized magic masters in the wizarding world. Learning from him is a real gain. Sometimes Hermione really wishes she were a Slytherin student... Of course, that's just a thought. She doesn't like the social environment of Slytherin.

"Have you been driven mad by the herbal tea at Partridge's Tea House?" Snape took a step back, his expression as unpleasant as if he had smelled the stench of the bathroom.

Nietzsche sighed; it seemed there was no way to escape now.

But then again, how did Headmaster Snape know he had been to Lady Partridge's Tea House? It's only been a few days; has the Headmaster's hooked nose become even more sensitive?

Hermione and Nietzsche returned relatively early, some time before the dinner party began.

"Professor, did you visit Hogsmeade when you were young?" After putting his things back in his dormitory, Nietzsche walked down the basement corridor to Snape's office, which was dark with only a few flames flickering on candles.

"You're asking a stupid question." The fireplace immediately burst into flames as Snape stepped through the door.

"Who did you go with?"

It's impossible for someone to just walk into Madame Patif's Tea House alone, is it?

Although teahouses do not have a strict rule that customers must come in groups, who would go to such a strange place to drink tea alone?

But Snape ignored the question and simply ordered, "Go and grind a piece of moonstone into powder. After the potion turns the color of whiskey, add it in. Make sure it's ground very finely."

The table was covered with various medications intended as palliative agents.

"Remember, grind it until it's as fine as flour..."

"Shattered to pieces!"

No sooner had Snape finished speaking than Nietzsche pulled out his wand and swiftly turned the moonstone, as bright as the moon itself, into dust in the bowl. Snape was caught off guard.

"Is that a Shattering Spell?" The dean looked at it strangely.

"This is research on spells, nothing to brag about." Nie tapped his head with his wand and said calmly, "Power can be derived from spells, while will is what makes spells achieve the effects I understand."

This will to power is the creative force of life, and it is also the reason why wizards are superior to others.

Unfortunately, wizards seem more interested in using the Shattering Charm combined with the Petrifying Charm to kill a person...

"It doesn't matter. If anything goes wrong, it'll be Lupin's bad luck anyway." Snape didn't even check it. After seeing the potion change color, he poured it all in and then stirred it with his wand.

seriously?

"If Professor Lupin is ill, why did Dumbledore insist on having him teach?"

This is not to say that he dislikes Dumbledore, but rather that it is a very normal thought. Whether it is to maintain the power of the 'professor' or to protect the 'student', Dumbledore's actions are clearly unreasonable.

Snape seemed to agree with this.

"Who knows? He's always been so stubborn." The fire simmered, reducing the potion to a tall glass. "What a pity, Lupin will never be able to eat sweets again... no, he doesn't deserve to."

It seems this potion cannot be eaten with sugar; the taste must be unpleasant.

"Is it some old ailment, or...?"

“A terrible infectious disease,” Snape blurted out. “It’s sad that it means he’ll be alone forever, but it’s also perfect because it’s all fair, and he deserves the suffering he’s endured.”

Nietzsche had never seen Snape so sarcastic towards anyone.

Since that hatred was completely inconsistent with his actions, brewing the potion must have been at Dumbledore's request or pleading, which means that Professor Lupin and the headmaster must have had a very close relationship.

But here's the question—why was Lupin so poor?

Answer: I did not accept Dumbledore's help.

Therefore, Lupin must be a person who holds himself to extremely high moral standards, which also means that Snape's reason for hating Professor Lupin is more profound and is by no means a trivial matter.

Professor Snape, with a cold expression throughout, carried the potion to the Anti-Dark Magic Office on the third floor.

He just stood there at the door, as if waiting for it to open automatically. Nietzsche rolled his eyes and could only knock on the door for him.

"Come in!" Lupin shouted from inside.

Snape only went in after the other person opened the door.

In the corner of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office was a water tank containing a monster with a pointed snout and monkey-like cheeks, its body covered in seaweed. This was supposed to be the topic of the next class—subduing an adult Grindylow.

Sitting next to Lupin was Harry Potter, who couldn't go to Hogsmeade Village today.

“Your medicine,” Snape said dryly.

Nietzsche noticed that Professor Lupin looked flustered for a moment when he looked at him.

“I’m just showing Harry the next lesson…” Lupin said with a smile. “Thank you, Severus. Just put it on the table; I’ll drink it in a bit.”

He had tried his best to befriend Snape, but it was all in vain.

“Hmm, interesting,” the dean said. “I just showed Nietzsche the process of making this potion.”

“Really? Looks like you’ve struck gold.” Lupin turned to Nietzsche and praised, “This medicine is very complex; only a handful of people can make it.”

What's truly interesting about Nietzsche is that he sees no trace of hatred in Lupin.

There was absolutely no indication that he and Snape had any friction.

"The real complexity isn't the potion itself, but its inventor—Damochis Belby. Nobody knows the detailed recipe, but luckily I know Slughorn, who happens to be quite familiar with Belby."

Snape ignored Lupin and simply told Nietzsche with his head down.

However, his behavior was nothing short of showing off, telling Lupin: I am better than you!

“That’s amazing,” he said with a soft laugh.

"Indeed, he is more remarkable than you."

Snape then left the office with his head held high, as if he were a victor. Although Professor Lupin seemed indifferent to the outcome of the duel, he held his wine glass dejectedly and finished the potion with a bitter face.

He then glanced at Nietzsche and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "He thinks highly of you."

Chapter 169 Hogwarts' Annual Show

This Halloween dinner was just like any other, with delicious and plentiful dishes, live bats flying around... Oh, and the biggest bat was the one sitting at the head table, huddled up, observing everything with a detached eye.

Professor Lupin and Dean Flitwick had a very pleasant conversation, though the latter did most of the talking while Lupin listened.

"Where is Professor Glendale?" Hermione craned her neck but couldn't see the gaunt figure. It seemed the banquet hadn't waited for him.

"Who knows, it's probably a martial law school..." Nietzsche thought of some bad memories and then complained, "It's funny, every year when something happens at Hogwarts, it always happens at this time. I hope this new professor isn't some kind of undercover agent."

Hermione, sitting at the Slytherin table, couldn't think of a rebuttal and could only sigh.

After all, on Halloween Eve, everyone at Hogwarts gathers in the Great Hall to celebrate.

She, a Gryffindor, sitting in Slytherin, didn't seem out of place at all. On the contrary, no one would disagree with her... Even if someone was unhappy, they wouldn't dare to show it openly like the Malfoys and the others.

The current Slytherin is dominated by Muggles and half-bloods.

This change was clearly noticed by Professor Lupin, who said curiously, "If I remember correctly, Gryffindor and Slytherin have never had a very good relationship..."

A joyful and harmonious atmosphere?

Lupin glanced to the side and his gaze met someone's as they looked at him sideways.

Sorry, he hasn't even considered that possibility yet.

"The era of Muggles and wizards is progressing, and Hogwarts certainly won't remain unchanged either," Dumbledore interjected appropriately, his wise blue eyes putting Lu An at ease.

"Actually, I'm just shocked that you didn't stop Severus..."

Lupin initially intended to make a joke, but quickly shut his mouth.

He noticed that the bright and intelligent Miss Granger was having a pleasant conversation with a Slytherin boy, a scene that seemed even more eerie under Snape's gaze, so he instinctively covered his face with his wine glass.

"How interesting. Perhaps our new professor, who isn't in the best of health, can't stand seeing others do well." Snape wished he could use every spell he hadn't used on Lockhart last year on him.

Lupin chuckled softly and shook his head bitterly.

However, what happened in the main seating area did not affect the people below.

No one cared about how complicated the relationships between the four houses of Hogwarts had been in the past; they all cheered and enjoyed the impromptu performance by ghosts at the end of the banquet.

Unfortunately, only Barrow the Blood was not very interested, and just stared blankly at Mrs. Grey of Ravenclaw.

Just as everyone was preparing to leave their seats and bring this perfect weekend to a close, Professor Glendale rushed in through the door, clutching his back and limping to the head table.

This startled Dumbledore, and without thinking, he instinctively put his arm around the other person's waist.

Seeing the headmaster and professor whispering to each other, Nietzsche and Hermione suddenly had a bad feeling...

"Wait!" Dumbledore stood up, pressed his wand to his throat, and called to Percy, the student council president. "I have some very bad news. All the students are still in the Great Hall... My decision was right after all."

His last complaint was only audible to those in the rows closest to the main guest seats.

Nietzsche and Hermione: The annual show is about to begin!

"Albus, what happened?" Dean McGonagall was confused about the sudden situation.

Not only the students, but even the professors were caught off guard.

"The secret room has been opened again?" Wood, who had just been teasing Cedric, stopped laughing.

“That’s impossible.” Warrington, sitting next to him, took a swig of pumpkin juice and said vaguely, “The basilisk in the secret chamber has been killed... but who knows, maybe there are other pets left by the founders hidden in the school.”

But Nietzsche and the others soon realized what had happened, to the point that all the students had to stay in the auditorium and couldn't go anywhere.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, making the surrounding fires burn even brighter, and the eternally burning candles illuminated the storm-gathering ceiling as beautifully as dusk.

"News has just arrived that an uninvited guest has come to Hogwarts..." Dumbledore nodded to the people around him.

Grindelwald said in a loud voice, “The bad news is that the man is Sirius Black, a criminal from Azkaban; but the good news is that I have spotted him just before he broke into the Gryffindor common room.”

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.