Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“I’m in seventh grade, and I’m graduating this year,” Granger replied immediately, quick-wittedly.

"Ah, senior... actually, Nietzsche showed me your knowledge of potions, and I realized there's still a lot I don't understand." But Hermione, the lion, pressed on relentlessly, "If it's convenient for you, could you teach me?"

She feigned innocence and blinked her eyes.

She's tall and has a sharp, capable style; her eyes are very similar to hers... but Hermione seems to automatically ignore the scar on her face.

Because she knew that Nietzsche did not focus on these things, in a sense, she was trying to see Granger from Nietzsche's perspective.

“I’m afraid there isn’t enough time. If you need it, Nietzsche can teach you what I told him.” Granger lied without thinking, “After all, I need to prepare for the Newt.”

Haha, this woman is definitely not right.

As a seventh-grader about to take the ultimate wizard exam, how could he possibly spare the time to teach others?

“Honey, you should focus your energy on your studies,” Granger said first.

“Yes, that’s why I want to surpass Nietzsche… he was a Slytherin.” Hermione’s face was beaming with a fake smile.

To be honest, Granger never imagined that Hermione Granger in this world would be so difficult to deal with, like an underwater Kaba who, once she grabs someone's clothes, will drag them underwater.

When she was in third grade, she seemed to be foolishly following Potter and Weasley around everywhere.

But those two idiots didn't appreciate it at all.

“Well, I’m really sorry, but I’m a Slytherin too.” Granger said, suppressing her disgust, offering an excuse she herself couldn’t believe. “Never mind, I have Nietzsche’s notes, you can take the ‘Ancient Rune Translation’.”

But to Hermione, these words sounded more like boasting.

Only after the other person left did she roll her eyes while holding the "Ancient Rune Translation," her teeth grinding together in her mouth.

When Hermione returned to her dorm that night, she coldly pushed open the door, threw the heavy translation book onto her bed, leaned against the headboard with her legs crossed, and cursed Nietzsche and that 'Slytherin' upperclassman in her mind.

Lavender stopped applying makeup after seeing Hermione sulking in the mirror.

"Who made you angry again?"

“Who would dare? Unless that person doesn’t want to copy a perfect assignment anymore,” Parvati said, lying on the top bunk. “For the great Hermione Granger to react so strongly, it must be related to Nietzsche of Slytherin.”

"..."

The two women exchanged a glance.

If they don't say anything, then it seems like they're agreeing.

"Tell me, what troubles did you two encounter after leaving Madame Patif's Tea House?"

"Hmph... It's nothing, just that Nietzsche has a new 'friend' now," Hermione said coldly, "a seventh-grader woman."

“So you’re jealous,” Parvati said directly.

"Jealous? Huh?" Hermione said in a panic, "I was just thinking of him. Now that things are on track, who knows if that Slytherin woman is a pure-blooded spy, or if she's after money or something."

Lavender took a sip of tea, then mysteriously stretched out his finger and fiddled with the tea leaves inside.

About three minutes later, she said in alarm, "It seems your luck isn't so good. She's a formidable opponent. She has the advantage of age and experience... That's how it's portrayed in the movies."

"I don't feel any sense of crisis."

“Ahem… Nobody said you felt threatened,” Lavender cautiously probed.

“I told you he’d been sneaking around lately, always running upstairs. Great!” Hermione ignored them and then threw a pillow against the wall. “Nietzsche is my friend. If he’s been cheated on, I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”

Lavender and Parvati didn't interrupt; they just wanted to watch the show.

Only after Hermione calmed down did they say, "Your worries are valid. We will help you find out the truth!"

"That's right, it's all for the greater good."

Chapter 178 Misfortunes never come singly, but Sirius Black

Hermione couldn't resist in the end. At Lavender and Parvati's urging, on Monday morning, after finishing their Muggle Studies and Divination classes, the group began to secretly observe Nietzsche.

As usual, after finishing his Transfiguration and Alchemy classes, he would go to the eighth floor.

“It’s normal. He’s rich, handsome, and academically excellent. If it were me, I would also secretly seduce him…” Lavender could only console herself that night.

She had tried her best to comfort him in her own way.

As Hermione's accountant, she was more interested in secretly reading her boss's inside stories, especially since Lavender was on the front lines, which excited her even more.

However, around 9 p.m., just before curfew, the two, too excited to sleep, pulled Hermione out of bed.

“Can’t it be during the day? There’s a curfew now,” she said softly, standing at the door of the lounge.

“Are you planning to let Nietzsche see you and tell him, ‘We’ve been secretly following you all along’?” Parvati couldn’t hide his delight. “Don’t be silly, this is a secret operation.”

This is fantastic! They share a dorm room with Hermione and have never gone out at night before.

Hermione was then half-pushed out of the hole, and under the protection of the Disillusionment Charm, the three of them quietly climbed to the eighth floor.

However, the eighth floor connects to several towers of the castle, and there are no classrooms in the central corridor. Hermione and her two friends watched helplessly as Nietzsche went up the moving staircase and disappeared into the corridor several times.

“But we don’t even know where they are.” Parvati and the others walked around and returned to the entrance of the moving staircase.

"Perhaps it's some kind of secret door?"

Hogwarts even has a secret room for storing statues and basilisks; who knows what other rooms might be there?

Hermione calmed down, fell into thought, and then walked along the corridor window with her memories in mind, taking out her wand and saying "Appare Vestigium".

Scattered rays of light began to appear in some places.

There were too many glowing marks on the stone floor. This was a school, and even if Hermione used different shades of color to distinguish them, there were still dozens of footprints. However, her attention was focused on the cat hair and paws.

Then, she used her magic to cover the entire corridor.

“Cats typically shed their fur for one to two months during the season, especially Persian longhair cats,” Hermione said with a sly smile. “And Crookshanks always forage for themselves and then return on their own.”

She should really thank Nietzsche for his character, but she admires herself even more for her understanding of him.

That's right. Nietzsche, that lazybones, rarely took care of his cat, letting the clever Crookshanks solve problems on his own. Based on this habit, Hermione quickly found a way to break the deadlock.

Following the trail of cat paw prints, Hermione quickly found the spot with the ginger-colored fur—the tapestry of the trolls beating Barnabas.

"A flash of silver light!" "Reveal yourself instantly." "Your true form is revealed."

"Mentos."

“Hey~ ‘Mentors’ is the Portkey spell.” Hermione corrected their probing. “This is Hogwarts, where Apparition and other spatial magic are forbidden.”

But the tapestry remained unchanged.

Lavender even lifted it up and touched the wall and hooks behind it, but all he got was a handful of dust.

“Perhaps…perhaps it’s some kind of magic like a Portkey?” Parvati shrugged. “Otherwise, how do you explain all the footsteps stopping here? I’ve never heard anyone praise this tapestry from Hogwarts.”

It's impossible that this tapestry was designed by one of the founders.

Oh, of course that's possible; maybe it was woven by Hufflepuff.

"Let me think!" Hermione said, head bowed, pacing back and forth, her footsteps unconsciously landing on the visible footprints. "There must have been a place here where Nietzsche and that woman studied..."

What business is it of hers how they study?

Hermione thought: No, no, no, you need to find out where they study, and figure out why that woman suddenly approached Nietzsche. Although he is excellent enough, he is still a boy after all.

Just after she had walked back and forth twice, a smooth door appeared on the wall opposite the tapestry.

'It really is a case of wishes coming true.' Hermione felt something was amiss.

“The secret room…” Lavender said in a drawn-out tone.

The three of them pressed their ears to the door, but after listening for a long time, they still couldn't hear anything.

"Isn't what we're doing a little wrong..." Parvati hesitated at the last minute, "Eavesdropping always feels weird."

“How could you think like that?!” Lavender roared. “Indians are just unreliable... We’re doing this for Nietzsche’s own good. What if those pure-blooded women try to seduce him with those intellectually sophisticated women?”

“Didn’t Daphne try it before? What I mean is... trust him.”

Hermione tugged at her sleeve, her face ashen.

"That stuff is poison. What if he doesn't have the willpower to control himself?" She waved her hand and kicked open the door in the wall.

The corridor lights cast long shadows of the three people.

The sudden commotion startled Sirius Black, who was already suffering from neurasthenia. He was squatting on the bench with half a piece of buttered bread in his mouth and a chicken leg in his hand, completely lacking in manners.

Who? People from the Ministry of Magic? Here to arrest him?

But who would betray him?

"I knew those Slytherin bastards were unreliable." Black wiped his greasy hands on his clothes, his leg muscles tense.

“Slytherin…have you met Nietzsche and that man?” Hermione asked, glancing around as she entered the Room of Requirement.

The room's color scheme was warm red and yellow, typical of Gryffindor, with a huge blank portrait hanging on the wall, and a soft bed and desk placed near the fireplace.

This is indeed the 'skull' omen in divination classes.

"You're not here for me?" Sirius breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Great. If you're talking about the woman who threw me here... maybe she's Slytherin too. Anyway, I've only ever seen her with that boy."

"What are we doing together?" Lavender reacted quickly and asked immediately.

"It's about learning... fixing things and stuff, I don't know."

Parvati, however, felt that Sirius looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before, only he was gentler than she had imagined.

Hermione directed the notebook on the desk to float in front of her. It was full of things about runic translation and alchemy. She even saw the magical equipment that Nietzsche had bought in Hogsmeade under the desk.

really...

"If you're here for revenge, I'll just pretend I didn't see anything." Sirius Black pretended to chew his food to hide his smirk, then casually pointed to the leftovers on the table. "Or you can sit here and wait."

He looked at the young, unfamiliar wizard and tried his best to be very welcoming.

But this appearance, combined with their slovenly appearance, only had the opposite effect—the three of them frowned and took a few steps back.

“I remember now, I saw him on the wanted poster in Diagon Alley, it’s him! Sirius Black!” Parvati tugged at Hermione’s clothes and screamed, “He’s hiding here!”

Black paused, and upon seeing the three men raise their wands, instinctively raised his hand to explain.