Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

She shook her head repeatedly, looking as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

She walked back and forth in front of the tapestry three times, and then Nietzsche saw her close her eyes and think for a while. Immediately, a door appeared on the wall... an iron door that looked a lot like the door of the Ministry of Magic's courtroom.

She crossed her arms, turned her head, and glanced at the somewhat dazed Nietzsche.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" she threatened. "There are no other professors here."

“I’m so scared, but I’m even more afraid that Hermione will have a terrible personality like yours, Hermione Granger~” Nietzsche rolled his eyes, turned the handle above, and pushed the door open.

It was very dark inside, and looked no different from a dungeon.

In a corner where the candlelight couldn't reach, a man with sunken eyes and cracked lips was bound by chains and shackles. His face was pale, as if any small movement would kill him.

“I thought he would get even bigger,” Nietzsche remarked.

How did it get out?

And no one could have imagined that Sirius Black, who was wanted by the wizarding world, would be imprisoned inside Hogwarts.

Chapter 171 Dogs and Rats

I'm taking the day off tomorrow. Good luck, WBG! I don't care if you win the championship, just have fun. If you do win, that would be even better.

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"Where is this?"

"The Room of Requirement? You don't even know about this place... Well, you're only in third grade."

Nietzsche discovered a new secret room inside Hogwarts—simply walk back and forth three times in front of the 'Trolls Beating Barnabas' tapestry on the eighth floor, and the room you need will appear in your mind. How convenient!

Crookshan, which served as a means of communication, returned to Nietzsche's embrace after completing its mission.

Blake, still dazed and confused, stared at the two chatting leisurely, completely bewildered.

Where is he?

"If it weren't for you, I would have caught him already." Sirius Black shook his head, his gray eyes devoid of any light, his face showing no remorse whatsoever, only hoping that the two people in front of him would listen to him.

Granger stepped forward and slapped Nietzsche across the face, so swiftly and decisively that Nietzsche didn't even have time to react.

However, the slap calmed Blake down a bit, at least making him realize his predicament.

"I understand you handing me over to the Dementors first, I completely accept that, but just let me capture one person..."

"Why do you think we'd let you take Harry Potter away?" Nietzsche frowned, turning to Granger with obvious impatience. "Why not just let the other professors handle this?"

When Black heard Harry's name, he looked up, struggled to his feet, and sat up from the ground.

"No! I won't hurt him!" he roared excitedly. "I'm looking for him...that rat! I saw him in the newspaper, please, I'll do anything to kill him!"

His saliva splattered from his mouth, causing Nietzsche to take a few steps back.

Unfortunately, Blake saw no fear, worry, or other emotion in Nietzsche's face; Nietzsche was so heartless that it made Blake abandon some of his ulterior motives.

I had originally hoped to evoke some sympathy in Nietzsche, at least to help him remove the chains binding him.

“Exchange.” Granger sat to the side, trembling as he lifted his left sleeve, revealing the wound beneath.

Those were probably marks left by the professor; they looked like burns. Nietzsche felt a pang of pain when she tore the fabric that was stuck to her skin. Just looking at it hurt, but she only let out a few muffled groans.

Since there was no obsidian fire retardant available at the moment, in order to prevent infection of the wound, Ni used a freezing spell to keep Granger's left arm wound in a 'frozen state'.

“Thank you…” Granger said softly. “In any case, whether you hand it over to your own Headmaster Snape or Headmaster Dumbledore, you can save a lot of time.”

“That’s amazing, making a deal with a Slytherin, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of,” Black said from the side.

But Granger was unusually calm today, and did not follow up with Nietzsche's words to mock him. Normally, she would have said: "That's right, if given a choice, I wouldn't make a deal with those stupid Slytherins."

What flattered Nietzsche even more was that Granger actually spoke up for him.

"Gryffindors, who only trust their friends, seem to have paid the price for their foolishness, haven't they? In fact, after seeing so many dead people, I no longer care which house the next person to die from..."

"What do you mean?" Blake growled like a dog.

Neither Nietzsche nor Granger paid him any attention.

At present, Blake's only attribute is 'goods', while Granger's 'gift' to Nietzsche includes, but is not limited to, this 'goods'.

"Muffliato" (to block out one's hearing)

Sirius Black could no longer hear what the two were saying; his ears were filled with a buzzing sound. By the time he finally got used to it, the other person had already turned away, and he could no longer see their mouth.

"Let me be frank, Black is innocent in the parallel universe, but this is a parallel universe, and I have no evidence to prove that Black is innocent in every timeline..."

This thank-you gift is the choice.

It's like in a story, Nietzsche had the ability to rewrite the course of the story and held considerable initiative, unless he handed it over to someone else, such as Dumbledore, Snape, or Harry Potter.

Nietzsche was able to take the initiative in all the events surrounding Blake.

“What’s the deal with that rat?” he asked.

“Ron Weasley’s rat Scabbers is actually an Animagus. He ran into a pet store to escape the Death Eaters and was later bought by Percy. So Black is looking for him.”

The situation was somewhat dramatic, because Nietzsche learned of Blake's purpose from Granger.

The other person kept shouting "He's at Hogwarts," but actually he had seen a photo of the Weasley family winning the Galleon Prize in the Daily Prophet and discovered the Animagus.

And that person was none other than Peter Pettigrew.

"If Black had no evidence back then, how was he sentenced?" Nietzsche frowned. It seemed that the legal progress in the magical world was more worrying than he had imagined.

"The charges are that Blake was found by the Aurors right at the site of the street explosion."

With the prime suspect identified and the charges against him, the crime was naturally determined.

But this was not difficult for Nietzsche; to see whether Blake was normal, all he needed was one person—Giddro Lockhart.

Okay, this guy is indeed annoying, but I have to say he's very skilled in a series of memory spells and can easily do things that others can't, and 'extracting memories' is a piece of cake for him.

What's even more intriguing is whether Blake didn't have truth serum back then.

“Given your background, I assumed you were planning to handle it yourself or leave it to Harry,” Nietzsche said, puzzled.

In general, this matter can be considered half a family matter for Harry Potter, after all, Black is still labeled as a 'traitor'. He was the one who killed the Potters and blew up an entire Muggle street.

Therefore, it's understandable that Harry Potter was involved.

“Because I believe in you, I believe you can do better, and not like a loser like me who seeks ways to correct his mistakes,” Granger said. “You have the support of most of Hogwarts and the Muggle government!”

Nietzsche carefully handed her the time-tamper and the shrinking potion he had made in Potions class.

It turns out that he could have so much hope in Granger's eyes. This exchange was nothing to him, because the knowledge and tips Granger gave him were far more important than Blake.

"Seize the opportunity."

Granger patted him on the shoulder, then with a wave of his hand, pulled Sirius Black in front of the two of them.

Since the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor knows of Granger's existence, Dumbledore will surely find out. Nietzsche has very little time left; he must figure out what kind of sword he can forge Sirius Black to pierce the Ministry of Magic.

Corruption? Incompetence?

Of course, nowadays, only the wizards in Diagon Alley have contact with the outside world, so he still needs to work harder.

“You, tell me the whole story from when Little Starpie blew up the streets to your trial and imprisonment,” Nietzsche said, sitting down in front of him, wand in hand. “Especially those who accused you and the process of the Ministry of Magic’s trial.”

Sirius Black glared at him resentfully and spat.

"Why should I tell you, you Slytherin bastard?"

“Because I can concoct a truth potion.” Nietzsche didn’t take his provocation to heart at all, and smiled gently. “The point is not whether you say it or not, but how I want you to say it. The man standing in front of you is the youngest potions master.”

Hermione Granger may be the youngest ever.

"Madmen," Sirius Black swallowed hard... "The Slytherin people really are all madmen."

Chapter 172 Hermione's Great Transformation

For the next few days, the whole school was talking about Sirius Black, and even the Quidditch teams were no longer curious about how the big, dumb Hufflepuff guy had teamed up with the excellent Seeker from Ravenclaw.

Aside from the topic of how Blake got into the school, there's also the issue of his 'helpers'...

Although this helper was lukewarm towards Black, she was still a helper, after all, she helped him escape from Grindelwald.

"I have some very good news for you all~" Snape said in the first Potions class after Halloween.

There was no doubt that the news was bad.

Not only Gryffindor, but even the Slytherin people think so:

If Professor Snape says "good news," then the news may not necessarily be good for them, but it will certainly make the professor happy; if he says "bad news," then the news will definitely be shocking.

So... please understand, they are already mentally prepared.

"Professor Lupin is not feeling well and will not be able to teach this week's Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Snape walked with a light step, his mood unusually good.

Everyone burst into a wail.

Without a doubt, since Snape said it, he must be the one to take the class.

“I told you, Snape must have put something else in the potion!” Harry said in a low voice, his voice filled with indignation.

“This is your good fortune. A sickly child can’t teach you anything new.” Snape turned and looked around, then pointed to the front row and said, “Give Gryffindor a point. You should learn from Miss Granger.”

This is truly remarkable; this is the third time Snape has given Gryffindor a bonus.

“Once a year, looks like you’ve used up your chances this year,” Nietzsche muttered under his breath, head bowed.

It's no wonder Snape did this, because Hermione was humming a little tune and fiddling with the potion in the cauldron, full of energy. Nietzsche guessed that she must have slept well last night and didn't have to attend three classes at the same time this morning.

Of course, a few days later, she would receive a course cancellation form with her signature on it...

“On the bright side, maybe we can even learn something about ‘how to use potions to combat dark magic,’” Hermione said abruptly, so excited that she forgot she was in class.

Standing behind her, Snape paused for a moment and made a mental note of it.

Yes, that's a good idea.