Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Repel quickly."

"Everything is petrified."

"Collapsed."

But because they mistakenly thought he was trying to use magic, several sparks and beams of light hit him, especially Hermione, who hit him the hardest, perhaps with some other emotion in mind.

After all, a wanted adult dark wizard would definitely know how to cast spells silently without a wand.

Sirius Black, wanted by both worlds, was sent flying stiffly with food still in his mouth.

Dumbledore, who was just about to take a nap in the headmaster's office, was awakened by Professor McGonagall's pounding on the door. He was then dragged by the ear to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, where Snape was standing in front of the tapestry...

He was summoned by Lavender; who knows how long this witch hesitated at the door of the underground office.

“Nietzsche must have been… kidnapped by Blake, otherwise why would he be coming here every day?” Lavender stammered, standing next to the professor.

“That makes sense,” Snippla said with a smirk.

“I think this must be a misunderstanding…” the principal was still patiently explaining to Vice Principal McGonagall.

Snape didn't even glance at Dumbledore. Instead, he pulled Ravend behind him, wand in hand, and kicked the door open like Hermione, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Dumbledore followed closely behind, merely marveling at what had happened that night.

Sirius Black lay on the ground like a wax figure, his fingers bent and his eyes closed, his cheeks puffed out with food, and the buttered bread in his mouth almost melted.

Hermione and Parvati stood nervously beside the 'wax figure,' pointing at it with their wands.

"Professor!" As Gryffindor students, they had never addressed a Slytherin headmaster like that before.

“Well done, five points for Gryffindor.” Snape blurted out, his eyes fixed on the face on the ground.

“Granger, Pettier, Brown… I thought you three were the best students in Gryffindor, but I never expected you to be out at night. Do you know what you almost did?” Dumbledore tried to change the subject.

But Snape deliberately went against him.

“You did a great deed—saving the wizarding world and Muggles,” the professor said, lifting his hooked nose and looking down at Black, “and rescuing Nietzsche Holmes… except you used the wrong spell.”

but it does not matter.

He would help these three young wizards refine their spells—whether it was the Shattering Charm or the Explosion Charm.

A killing curse? Forget it, it might scare the students...

That's it then, Shenfeng Wuying is just right.

Chapter 179 Snape's Overly Sharp Insights

"What exactly happened?!"

When Snape raised his wand, Professor McGonagall immediately stepped in front of Sirius, raising her eyebrows and glaring at Dumbledore with great authority.

“It’s obvious that my student was controlled by the criminal, while your three students found the murderer because of their close attention to him. Is that hard to understand?” Snape flicked his wand, gesturing for her to step aside.

He was so righteous and didn't even care about Gryffindor's nighttime stroll to the eighth floor.

But the whole story was very different from what the professor had told her, and Hermione could only nod repeatedly with her neck stiff and her face red when Snape looked over.

If they still can't find a way to back down, then they're really being stupid.

“No! Nietzsche is in charge of guarding him... Severus, Sirius is not a criminal.” Dumbledore slapped his forehead.

What is all this nonsense?!

"So our headmaster deceived Slytherin students and protected a criminal?" Snape shoved aside the vice-headmaster, pointing his wand at Black's forehead. "Either hand him over to the Dementors, or I'll rid him of this menace!"

The situation gradually spiraled out of control, and Headmaster Dumbledore had to step in to restrain Snape.

With his left hand twirling his long beard, he raised a finger, and the room was instantly filled with red light. Hermione blinked at the flash, and when she opened her eyes again, she found that Snape's wand was already in the headmaster's hand.

Snape's lips, which had just curled up in a smile, immediately fell back down.

"I can kill him instantly without a wand."

"Give me five minutes!" Dumbledore interrupted him, seizing the opportunity. "Sirius is innocent. He wasn't the murderer twelve years ago... The evidence is right there!"

The principal pointed to a small bottle stored on the bookshelf.

Following the directions, Hermione and her friends saw the typical Muggle-style magical device—wasn't that the very thing Gilderoy Lockhart brought to school?!

“Alright, Severus, he’s right here, he can’t run away,” Professor McGonagall said, supporting him and coaxing him gently.

But Snape didn't say anything. He just stared fiercely at the headmaster, pulled up a small stool, and sat down next to Sirius's head. It seemed that if he was even slightly dissatisfied, the guy on the ground would be the one to suffer.

Hermione remained calm and simply stood aside, using Snape as an excuse.

There were no Slytherin women involved. They noticed Nietzsche's recent strange behavior and, out of concern, inadvertently discovered this 'wanted criminal'.

Therefore, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall cannot be blamed on them.

After half an hour, a parched Dumbledore was finally able to explain the 'betrayal' that had occurred twelve years ago surrounding the Potters.

"But why didn't you tell us about this?" Professor McGonagall asked, puzzled.

"That's because... I was still asleep!" Dumbledore's voice rose slightly without him realizing it. "I only confirmed Sirius's innocence last Sunday, and I never imagined that anyone else would come here in the middle of the night!"

He's not so old that he can't even see all those magical traces outside.

No one expected that Granger, whom Hermione met at the library on Sunday, would secretly come with his friends to find their secret location late Monday night.

So Hermione took the initiative to get involved in this mess.

Snape, on the other hand, had a sour face... If Lavender hadn't called for McGonagall, then McGonagall wouldn't have called for Dumbledore.

“Gryffindor night escapade, five points deducted,” he said through gritted teeth. “Every single person!”

Okay, not only have they taken back what they just added, but now they're deducting ten points from their account.

Hermione sighed, not daring to argue, even though Professor Snape seemed to be deducting points from Dumbledore's points rather than theirs.

On the bright side, at least she now knows about the Room of Requirement, and she's looking forward to seeing Nietzsche's surprise and desperate attempt to come up with an excuse when they meet there the next day.

"Don't be silly, Severus. Do you really want to make a mistake over such a joke?"

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it twice on Black, dispelling the effects of the two curses.

But he still didn't wake up. As his stiff muscles relaxed, some of the food in his mouth started to drool from the corners of his mouth. And because he was lying down, the bread flowing into his esophagus blocked his trachea.

Blake's face visibly turned purplish-red.

"What other tricks did you use?" Dumbledore, disregarding his disgust, immediately reached out and pried open his mouth, from which dripped half-melted buttered bread mixed with saliva.

Snape, however, seemed to enjoy watching it.

"Like a vegetable about to choke on bread, it matches the tapestry outside quite well," he joked inappropriately.

"It's a knockback spell... Maybe the impact of my magic was too great, and he hit his head." Hermione awkwardly raised her hand. "Knock him back quickly."

However, this time it is much less powerful than the last one.

What made Snape laugh was that he saw the unconscious Sirius Black being pushed out of Dumbledore's arms by Hermione with a knockback spell, just like a bar of soap.

After the food residue blocking his esophagus flew from his mouth to the ground, he fell back into it.

Even Professor McGonagall, who wanted to help, stopped and even took a step back in disgust... Who would want to be near someone with a face full of vomit?

“Miss Granger,” Dumbledore pleaded.

Snape pursed his lips, looking rather gloating.

Lavender, who was hiding to the side, seemed to have thought of something. He pulled the two aside and whispered, "I might know how to get Snape to give Gryffindor extra points..."

"How do we add it?" Parvati and Hermione were both curious.

"It will be good if he sees that we hate evil as if it were our enemy."

However, this 'evil' refers to Sirius Black.

Chapter 180 The Most Painful Thing in the World

The cold drizzle was mixed with fine snowflakes. Perhaps it was because of the Dementors, but this November was colder than usual, and the dark clouds overhead never dispersed.

The gale-force winds swept in from the north of the Forbidden Forest. Standing in the corridor, Nietzsche sometimes couldn't even hear if there were a few dragon roars mixed in with the howling winds. In this exceptionally harsh weather, the herb sheds outside the campus seemed like they could be overturned at any moment.

He yawned as he walked toward the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Good morning~~" Nietzsche felt something rubbing against his leg. He bent down and saw Crookshank's furry tail wrapped around his calf. "In a few days, you'll have to say goodbye to her."

He crouched down and let the cat jump onto his arm.

Several friends around him were excitedly discussing the recent Quidditch matches, but he wasn't interested in that; he was only thinking about the series of events that had been happening lately:

First Granger's interruption, then Sirius at the Christmas party...

"Have you heard?" Theodore stopped at the top of the stairs on the second floor. "I heard that Headmaster Snape poisoned Lupin because of this Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Lupin hasn't come to class for a week."

Several Slytherins looked bitter and reluctant to step into the classroom.

It's not that I have a problem with Headmaster Snape, but rather with his teaching methods—who would be willing to risk their life to fight a few werewolves?

Fortunately, Professor Lupin has returned this week. Nietzsche noticed that he was even weaker than before, with sunken eyes that cast a heavy shadow around them, and his old robe hanging loosely on his body.

"Sickly fellow, I thought he'd change the sheets," Draco said sarcastically in a low voice.

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously rubbed the back of his head, but this time no heavy book suddenly came crashing down on him.

Subsequently, the Slytherins handed in their werewolf papers, which they had hastily completed overnight and were each two pages long.

“I learned from Gryffindor in the last class…” Lupin waved his hand and said casually, “Actually, you don’t need to pay, we haven’t learned that part yet, but I’ll still give you five points.”

The classroom erupted in complaints, even Nietzsche was no exception.

I did my homework, but then the teacher suddenly said I didn't need to hand it in and wouldn't check it. There's no greater suffering in the world than this.

In this Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lupin brought out a tank containing a Hinkpunk from his office, and Grindelwald would then magically use various types of spells to defeat the underwater creature.

“These little things aren’t scary; what’s scary is the environment.” Grindelwald accurately pointed out the danger of Hinkpunk.

That's right. If a wizard encounters this creature on the shore, there are all sorts of dark magic that can be used to attack it. Its slippery, frog-like skin doesn't have the same strong magic resistance as dragons or basilisks.

But it's different underwater.

The most dangerous thing about Hinkpunk is its environment—once a wizard falls into the water and can't cast spells without a wand, he can only rely on brute force to break free.