Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“That’s right. For example, if you know how to concoct ‘undetectable poison gas,’ you can release it when you encounter Sirius Black to protect yourselves…” Snape spoke the most cruel words in the most relaxed tone.

He seemed to wish Sirius Black were dead.

Even Harry was somewhat intrigued, and Nietzsche silently mourned for Black in his heart.

Neville was relieved that Potions class wasn't difficult for him today! No! Snape seemed to have forgotten about him, simply engrossed in potions and dark magic, giving the students a preview.

Nietzsche's only concern was Hermione.

“You’re acting a bit strange today.” He suspected Granger might have done something else.

Did she add some euphoria to Hermione's breakfast?

"Come on, she's been like this ever since she came back from Hogsmeade." Lavender suddenly pushed over the book standing in front of her, grinning mischievously. "She was even hiding under the covers laughing all night last night, you're something else!"

Nietzsche looked at Hermione, bewildered, wondering how he had gotten himself involved.

You know, he didn't do anything that day!

"I just had a cup of tea at Lady Patif's Tea House!"

“Blah blah blah…okay~” Lavender interrupted frantically, “I know, Cedric said the same thing when he came out, but now neither he nor Cho Chang wants to play against each other.”

Wait, is this the truth behind this year's Quidditch matches?

Slytherin was originally scheduled to play Gryffindor, but their opponent was changed to Ravenclaw because the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Seeker couple didn't want to face each other!

Even more surprisingly, Warrington and Wood actually agreed...

Nietzsche despised those flying rugby players.

However, the reason Hermione is acting strangely isn't what Lavender said... to be precise, it's not entirely that. It's more that she's become much more confident and doesn't overthink things.

'We've even been to Madame de Patif's tea house, what else is there to be careful about?'

This is her current mental state.

This was reflected in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Wednesday afternoon.

Everyone squeezed into the classroom on time, because they hadn't expected the large number of students to be there. They were surprised by the unexpected turn of events. The classroom was filled with students eagerly anticipating the arrival of the new students. They were also surprised by the unexpected turn of events.

Hermione, just by looking at this group of Gryffindors, had already grasped Schopenhauer's understanding of life—it was either painful or boring.

“Boggarts, Red Hats... I think we should have been able to deal with these things by the time we were in first grade. If I remember correctly, Quirrell has already mentioned these weak dark creatures.”

Before Harry could even sit down after entering the room to the sound of the bell, Snape couldn't wait to start talking.

“That was all theory before!” Dean Thomas couldn’t help but retort.

"Quiet down, five points deducted from Gryffindor. I was only criticizing Professor Lupin's teaching for lacking structure and being too entertaining," Snape said aggressively, leaving no room for argument.

They're back, they're all back. The first thing they say is deduct points; this is the old bat they know.

This caused dissatisfaction among many people, and Hermione also noticed that not only was Professor Lupin absent, but Professor Grendel, who was in charge of teaching spells and dealing with dark creatures, was also absent.

“Where’s the other professor?” she called out, raising her hand.

"He and Holmes went to the headmaster's office, Miss Granger. Now turn to page 394. I'm going to teach you how to distinguish a werewolf—not some harmless, comical creature like Greendylow."

"Harmless" refers to the creatures that Muggles call "water ghosts," which hide in seaweed and drag people to the bottom of the water in an attempt to drown them.

“Those things are indeed very simple.” Hermione nodded in agreement.

“That was you!” Ron said abruptly. “Back then, Red Hat hit me on the head several times with a stick and knocked me out. I thought I was going to be beaten to death.”

Dean, disapproving of Snape's arrogant manner, boldly remarked, "Tch~ Professor Lupin never makes us recite from textbooks..."

Professor Snape, whose ears were always very sharp, squinted and looked over with a calm yet frightening gaze.

"It seems you all really enjoy Professor Lupin's teaching methods... Ah, werewolf, Mr. Thomas has given me some inspiration. Come on up, let's see what you've learned," Snape sneered.

Poor Dean, being the one to stick his neck out, was dragged onto the stage.

The problem is, there are no werewolves here. If Snape went to the Forbidden Forest now, he would have enough time to catch a few ordinary wolves.

But that wasn't a problem. Snape drew his wand and used Transfiguration to turn the mannequin in the corner of the classroom into a werewolf—it first became a wolf, then its body was stretched out and its shoulders arched.

Dean didn't dare to move, because the werewolf was crouching and circling around him.

“Look closely, the werewolf’s snout is shorter than that of a regular wolf, and its pupils are the same size as a human’s… But! If you think that werewolves can think like humans, you are sorely mistaken.”

"They are more aggressive than real wolves. If you get even a scratch from their teeth or claws, sorry, you'll be infected with wolf venom and become a werewolf for life, turning into a savage beast!"

Snape recounted the story vividly, making the students momentarily forget that it was a product of Transfiguration.

"Have you dealt with them before?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.

“I almost killed one,” Snape said quickly, glaring at the werewolf with intense hatred. “Thomas, pick up your wand and let me see just how good Professor Lupin’s teaching is.”

However, when Snape commanded the werewolf to jump over, Dean didn't even have time to finish his spell before he was thrown to the back of the classroom and slowly slid down the wall.

Although this werewolf was rather slender, it moved with incredible speed.

"That's it?" Snape surveyed the class. "Is this what you learned from Lupin? If this were a real battle, his neck would have been bitten off. Now, shut your mouths and open your books..."

"That doesn't count!" Ron shouted after seeing his companion injured.

"Oh? Mr. Weasley is going to come up and perform too?"

Ron slumped down like a pickled vegetable, completely drained of energy.

But should we just let Snape smear Professor Lupin?

Of course not! You know, there's a trump card sitting here!

“I think Hermione has learned the most.” Ron’s words made many people nod in agreement. “She is the most attentive in class. If you want to criticize Professor Lupin’s teaching, why not examine the best student in the class?”

Wow, Hermione didn't expect that as a good student she would have this kind of obligation. She just hoped that Professor Snape wouldn't go along with her nonsense... no, it seems she was being too extravagant.

She severely underestimated Snape's determination to undermine Lupin.

“Miss Granger, please…” Snape said coldly, in what he considered to be the most harmonious tone.

Hermione walked helplessly to the podium, looked at the werewolf in front of her who was baring his teeth and letting out low growls, and silently recited the 'exorcism spells' that Grindelwald had taught her---written as exorcism spells, read as war magic.

But she herself didn't realize that she felt much more relaxed at that moment.

At least she no longer had those unfounded worries: 'Will the power be too great and hurt others?' 'Is the Ministry of Magic against its use?' and so on, because her mind was filled with other things.

Therefore, as the werewolf charged at Hermione, Harry, sitting in the back, saw the most dazzling light he had ever seen.

Chapter 173 Snape's Evil Ideas

War magic is Grindelwald's signature, but its overwhelming power and will-weariness make Hermione somewhat resistant to it. After all, she believes that magic should be a tool for changing the world.

However... Hermione is easily misled by certain minor emotional fluctuations.

It refers to her taking a brave step forward in another field, resolving the dangerous incident of 'learning from Nietzsche and others,' without much hesitation.

The war magic unleashed by the strong dragon heartstrings stripped Snape of the life force he had given to the Transfiguration spell, causing the leaping werewolf to begin to decay, like a damp, thousand-year-old piece of rotten wood, crumbling at the slightest touch.

There was silence.

After a long while, the witches stared wide-eyed and exclaimed, "Wow!"

"A magnificent demonstration!" Snape gripped his clothes, his muscles tense, and he stood trembling with excitement against the wall. "This is the kind of magic we should use when dealing with werewolves! Everyone, take note!"

Hermione stared at the clump of powder at her feet, absorbed in Glendale's teachings.

After she used the war magic without hesitation, she immediately discovered that she had not only destroyed things, but her magic and will had rendered Snape's transfiguration ineffective.

“Actually, Professor Lupin said that most banishing spells are repelling spells.” Hermione stuck out her tongue.

“No! His teaching methods are too weak, but I’m very satisfied with your performance this time.” Snape didn’t care what kind of magic she used; to him, killing the werewolf was enough.

He cleaned the podium, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Your assignment today is to write a paper on how to kill werewolves, except for Miss Granger."

This is big news. If Hogwarts had campus news, Hermione would definitely see the headline the next day: "The treacherous old bat has broken another rule for Gryffindor."

Hermione then got her second taste of success.

She seems to do better when she's not restraining herself.

They spent the entire class listening to Snape describe how ferocious and cunning werewolves were, but Ron and the others still couldn't muster any enthusiasm.

“But the book says that werewolves were human before they were transformed!” Harry held up the book, deliberately picking a fight with the other person.

“Don’t be silly, of course they’ll hide that side of themselves, because werewolves are held accountable for killing people when they were human,” Snape said sarcastically.

Snape said that werewolves emphasize that they are human because they need to ensure that they are not harmful, thus protecting themselves from any responsibility if they accidentally kill someone during their transformation.

Hermione found these words jarring, but couldn't quite put her finger on why.

"Did you know there are werewolves among the Death Eaters?" Snape asked, his calmness chilling. "Yes, the only difference between them and ordinary werewolves is that they don't hide their intentions."

"But...but there are still those werewolves who haven't been hurt!"

Snape's face was ashen as he stared intently at the menacing Harry Potter, his good mood, which had just been lifted because of Hermione, vanished once again.

He moved the blackboard to the side, clearing a large open space in front of the classroom.

"You should have some experience of almost being killed by a werewolf. Perhaps the drive of death will make you think. In the second year after I saw a werewolf, I invented a magic that could kill it."

Immediately afterwards, Hermione only saw the professor flick his wand, and the coat rack next to the steps of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office was split in two.

Along with Professor Lupin's scarf and his patched-up clothes.

Next, everyone in the classroom was dragged up... Hermione was surprised that the screams could be so varied, perhaps because they were in different degrees of pain.

Fortunately, some of the little lions knew how to wield their wands and slash with lightsabers, so they weren't in too bad shape.

But Snape would still sarcastically remark, "You can't even handle a werewolf, and you call yourself Gryffindor?" "Put in more force, cut it in half! Werewolves have strong healing abilities!" "Out of the game, next! If it were a real werewolf, you'd be dead already."

The bell finally rang, and they practically crawled out of the classroom.

"Harry Potter, what did you learn?"

“During their transformation, werewolves don’t… hiss (think), they just go into a mindless frenzy,” Harry said, clutching his stomach.

“Very good, it seems you have all learned a lot. By the way, if you encounter a werewolf again, don’t imagine that I’m hiding in the woods controlling it. You either run or kill it,” Snape said cheerfully.

Hermione, being the only student who survived, had no choice but to take on the task of moving things.

She helped her friends leave the classroom, and it wasn't until they returned to the common room, when Snape could no longer suddenly appear from a random corner, that they unleashed their anger, their accusations against Snape filled with all sorts of curses.