Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“I’m going to curse Professor Trelawney in his divination class!” Lavender shouted angrily.

“Yeah, he just left me sitting there and watching you get bullied,” Hermione tried to comfort her.

“That’s right, what’s even more disgusting is that he actually let you…” Lavender’s voice suddenly stopped, and she blinked at the other person, “Darling, you’ve already gotten the benefit, so stop acting all innocent.”

"But compared to all that, I think Snape's lessons were pretty good." She changed the subject.

At least they learned about werewolf habits.

Some black-and-white viewpoints are jarring, but the important thing is that, aside from those, there's still a lot to learn in a single lesson, some even more detailed than what's written in a book—for example, how werewolves primarily fight by biting.

It's clear that Professor Snape had considerable insight into dealing with werewolves.

“I’m also very interested in that spell.” Hermione mimicked Snape’s gesture. “That spell that works directly on objects… a dark magic similar to the Cutting Charm. I wonder if he’ll teach it to us.”

“Yeah, I guarantee that if we learn it, he’ll make me use it against Ha immediately,” Ron said with a sneer, rubbing his back as he repositioned his shoulder.

"Given my familiarity with Nietzsche's way of speaking, you may question Professor Snape as a person, but you cannot question his abilities," Hermione said, hands on her hips. "After all, he can be quite eccentric at times."

When it comes to criticizing Snape, even Ravenclaw, the master of sarcasm, has to step aside.

“If there were a ranking of freaks, Snape would definitely be ‘Snape.’” Harry was already known for his sharp tongue, and was even more influenced by the Weasley twins. “Second place would be ‘Draco’…”

“No, no, no, Draco Malfoy is number one on the ‘Most Hated Ranking’,” Neville corrected from the side.

The topic that Hermione had just steered away from was pulled back by them.

"But there's a gap of over a hundred pages between Werewolf and Hinkpunk, and they haven't mentioned a whole bunch of level XXX and level XXXX dark creatures." Holding the heavy book, she changed the subject again, still not convinced.

This is something that makes one think deeply.

However, Gryffindors, caught up in their anger, weren't going to think too much about it.

"Who knows, maybe Snape just wants to see us make a fool of ourselves. Maybe when he's teaching someone else tomorrow, he'll be playing Hinkpunk, Kaba, or Yeti..."

"What if he teaches this lesson to Slytherin tomorrow?"

“Then he’s just a psychologically twisted pervert who gets pleasure from torturing students… Oh, that’s what I heard from a Muggle wizard in Ravenclaw, and it’s quite fitting for Snape,” Neville interjected.

Hermione sighed helplessly, changed her clothes, and stood up from the fireplace.

"You can keep cursing here, I'm going to the library."

"Really? Don't you usually start doing your homework by this time?" Parvati pretended to be nonchalant, looking down at her scratched nails.

"Because I'm not sleepy lately!"

They watched Hermione's retreating figure in unusual silence until she emerged from the hole in the portrait, at which point they began to speak again.

However, Harry always brings up the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match and complains about Cedric and Cho Chang, which reminds them of something very important.

Ron was the first to raise his hand: "If the final is Gryffindor versus Slytherin, I bet we'll win."

Chapter 174 Nietzsche's Concealment

During his time in Gryffindor, Nietzsche was taken to the headmaster's office.

As soon as he entered, the phoenix Fox flew over from the principal's desk. Nietzsche raised his arm in surprise; he had never expected the phoenix to welcome him so warmly... Sadly, Fox merely brushed past him.

It landed steadily on Grindelwald's arm.

“You really haven’t changed at all. Tell me, how many times have you died?” Grindelwald teased Fox’s beak.

Nietzsche awkwardly lowered his arm, thinking bitterly to himself: Perhaps Dumbledore needs to equip his phoenix with a pair of half-moon glasses as well.

That's the difference. It's better to raise your own pet. At least your own Norwegian Ridgeback will definitely come crashing into you. Smaug is good in every way, except he's a bit stupid, but the stupider he is, the more loyal and easier he is to control. Nietzsche liked that.

"Is there any news about Sirius Black?" Dumbledore cleared his throat and summoned Fawkes back.

“Yes,” Nietzsche said coldly.

His tone piqued Dumbledore's curiosity.

"Those Dementors are mindless creatures who only want to finish the 'mission' Fudge has given them as soon as possible. They are currently suppressing their instinctive desires. If this continues, the wizarding residents may be in serious trouble."

The situation is very strange. At the Ministry of Magic, Fudge insists that he can control Dementors.

Therefore, for the sake of the wizards of Hogsmeade, Dumbledore had to hand over Sirius Black as soon as possible. If the Dementors could not control their desires, they would target the surrounding wizards or storm into the school.

After all, Azkaban at least had a regular 'canteen'.

So Dumbledore crossed his fingers under his chin and told Nietzsche the reason for his anxiety.

“Blake has been locked in a room,” Nietzsche said selectively, sitting in his usual spot. “It’s thanks to one of my… friends, who didn’t want Professor Glendale to hand Blake over immediately.”

"Does Granger know about your inseparable 'friend'?" Grindelwald threatened menacingly.

If we hadn't been inside Hogwarts Castle that night...

Things were starting to slip out of Dumbledore's control. He frowned, glanced at the spirited Nietzsche in front of him, and felt inexplicably weary—the other man's power was growing stronger every day.

"What do you intend to do with him?" Dumbledore sighed. "Locking him in my bathroom room is quite a punishment."

This is not a question, but a statement of certainty.

Now that Sirius has fallen into Nietzsche's hands, he will definitely take the opportunity to do something.

“You know, I heard some things from him…about what happened twelve years ago,” Nietzsche said casually. “For example, witnesses being accused of crimes, but what I’m more curious about is how long you plan to keep this from Harry.”

His words struck Dumbledore like a heavy blow to the head.

Clearly, Nietzsche knew a great deal about what had happened twelve years ago, including the role Harry Potter's parents played in the magical wars, which explained his rather cold expression from the moment he entered.

The son of a hero, yet he had a childhood like that of a slave.

Nietzsche could have accepted it if Harry Potter had possessed a maturity beyond his years from a young age, as if he were carrying some great mission.

"So the Muggle's 'gas explosion' was just a consequence of the magical war!" Nietzsche said sarcastically.

He took a bottle of truth serum from his pocket and placed it on the table.

It wasn't just the humiliation of being covered up; there was also the Potters... They died from a betrayal, the root of which stemmed from Voldemort's self-completion of prophecy. What saddened him even more was that Harry Potter was like a damn plaything.

I don't know anything!

Even Sirius Black was unaware that he was a friend of the Potters.

“So you want a public trial? Yet again?” Dumbledore said. “If Black is innocent, then where is the evidence?”

Nietzsche opened his mouth, about to add something, but when he saw Dumbledore's wise blue eyes, he suddenly changed his mind. Granger's reminder suddenly came to mind.

That's right, he was the one who took the initiative.

If Riddle were here, he would definitely look at Dumbledore and say: Hypocrite, I told you so.

“If you don’t mind, please allow me to move Gilderoy around.” Nietzsche paused, then continued, “However, the public trial I advocate is for everyone…including Harry Potter.”

This also includes Muggles.

If Sirius Black is proven to be innocent, it would mean a loophole in the law, and that is Nietzsche's selfish motive.

Moreover, Gilderoy was perfectly suited for this kind of interrogation work.

Another point is Dumbledore—if Sirius was a Dumbledore supporter before his 'betrayal,' why has no one ever tried to overturn the verdict?

Of course, he could understand, after all, Peter Pettigrew had been 'dead' for twelve years.

Provoked by Nietzsche's words, Dumbledore could no longer suppress his emotions. Like a child agonizing over which flavor of ice cream to choose, he paced back and forth in the office, annoying the headmasters hanging on the walls.

“Since you care so much about whether Sirius Black was wronged, why don’t you go and see for yourself?” said Delis, a medical worker by training, with great gentleness.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and long-buried memories resurfaced in his mind.

“Hey, you Slytherin kid over there, come here.” Headmaster Black stood up from his chair and said happily, “Take me down from the wall, I want to see Black’s last remaining son.”

Then, Nietzsche carried the portrait of Principal Blake to the eighth-floor corridor.

He walked back and forth in front of the Room of Requirement three times, and then suddenly an iron door appeared on the wall. But Dumbledore stood at the door like a wooden stake, not moving an inch.

"Are you scared?" Grindelwald immediately noticed something was wrong and comforted her while stroking the phoenix's tail feathers.

“I…I don’t know,” Dumbledore said absently. “In fact, I once believed that Black was innocent, but that idea disappeared along with Peter.”

But Principal Blake dismissed it with a sneer.

At his urging, Nietzsche helped the headmaster push open the door, and as light poured in, the four of them quickly saw Sirius Black bound in chains.

The other person squinted their cloudy gray eyes, and the moment they saw Dumbledore, they immediately turned their head away, trying their best to hide their face.

“At least you can be sure now that he doesn’t hate you that much,” Nietzsche said.

"Lift me up a bit, I can't see anything... Great, the Black family isn't extinct yet." Principal Black said with a heavy nasal tone, "Black boy, turn your face around! Now!"

Dumbledore slowly approached, while Grindelwald quietly gripped his wand.

Sirius Black...

“Professor, you shouldn’t have come.” Blake bent over, burying his face in his knees.

In this house of responsiveness, the vicious criminals described in the newspapers now resembled remorseful children.

She felt so guilty that she didn't even want anyone to see her face.

"do you hate me?"

"I hated, but that was all I ever did."

Chapter 175 (Part 2): The Changed Timeline

If Sirius Black had been captured by Grindelwald or another professor, he would definitely have been handed over to the Dementors, allowing the Ministry of Magic to lift the pressure on Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.

But what puzzled Dumbledore most was—who took Sirius Black from Grindelwald? Who was helping Nietzsche? What exactly happened back then?

“Blake, you are the keeper of the Secret of the Fidelity Spell.”

Although Dumbledore had once believed Sirius Black, he had no choice but to question him in this way without evidence.

From beginning to end, those cloudy and sharp blue eyes never left the other person. Nietzsche only glanced at him before turning his head away; he couldn't stand the principal's penetrating gaze.

There was a hint of pity in it.

"The 'Loyalty Spell' is a kind of oath magic that can hide secrets within a living person. Unless the person keeping the secret actively reveals it, no one in the world will know it..." Grindelwald explained to Nietzsche from the side.

Secrets—this concept permeates everything.