Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

However, there are always exceptions. When facing a wizard like Grindelwald, the water can also form a rope and, under control, strangle his neck.

Hinkpunk slammed his fist against the glass wall, letting out a hoarse roar.

"For creatures whose advantage lies in environmental factors, I have only one warning for you: either don't give them a chance, or... strengthen yourselves and transcend the constraints of the environment." Grindelwald said with a faint smile.

He glanced at Nietzsche sitting beside him, seemingly making a pointed remark.

The teaching content was excellent, but for some reason, Professor Lupin and the young wizard always felt a little uneasy whenever he demonstrated practical content.

It's probably because of the opponent's direct and effective tactics...

The bell rang, and Nietzsche was kept behind by the old professor as soon as he got up.

"I have something to do," the other person said, standing by the window without turning their head.

Lupin quickly realized he had disturbed Nietzsche, so he smiled kindly at him and took the half-dead Hinkpunk back to his office by himself.

The winter sun shone through the window, illuminating his short, white hair and beard.

“That’s Hogsmeade Village over there, the place where Dementors roam.” Grindelwald wiped the water droplets off the glass with his sleeve. “They’re very hungry. They almost broke in during the Quidditch match last weekend.”

Nietzsche tried to look into the distance, but saw nothing but dark, heavy clouds.

Last weekend was the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff game, and the excitement and joy on the Quidditch pitch was exactly what Dementors ate... except Nietzsche was in the Room of Requirement at the time.

"You and Headmaster Dumbledore have been keeping an eye on the school's boundaries?" Nietzsche guessed.

“It’s mostly my doing… but this isn’t a long-term solution. As long as they’re around, they’ll always be a threat to the school.” Grindelwald straightened up. “And I can’t manage everything at once.”

The old professor shuttled between the Room of Requirement and the classrooms, and also had to drive away hundreds of Dementors on the outskirts of Hogwarts.

The workload far exceeded that of a 'professor's assistant'; being a friend of Principal Dumbledore was truly exhausting.

"And if Blake runs away on his own, he will attract those Dementors, so I hope you will learn a spell to defend against them."

This was practically an order.

This command stemmed from the connection between Nietzsche and Sirius Black; that connection was indelible, etched into history, and only Dementors possessed this unique ability.

Nietzsche now understood why the Ministry of Magic would conscript such 'non-existent' beings that lacked any intelligence.

They were born to be skilled hunters.

"Back on the train, the magic you and Professor Lupin used?" His grey-blue eyes sparkled.

“Try the Patronus Charm first. If you don’t have the talent for it, then try my Fiendfyre Charm.” Grindelwald took out an ancient book from his robes. “The Patronus Charm is the best white magic that still exists today.”

However, Nietzsche noticed that on this old book, whose name was even blurred, he saw Dumbledore's signature, and next to it was a strange triangle with an eye and a vertical line in the middle.

White magic...it seems this was Headmaster Dumbledore's suggestion.

He took the book with him to the Ancient Runes section of Crookshanks, and only returned to the Great Hall afterward did he find no trace of Hermione.

However, Lavender and Parvati gave him several wicked smiles. Nietzsche finally couldn't stand their strange looks, so he quickly ate something and ran up to the eighth floor.

“I need a room to watch over Sirius Black.” Nietzsche stood in front of the tapestry on the eighth floor, pacing back and forth three times.

But when he opened the door, he was dumbfounded.

Sirius didn't run away, but he did want to—Hermione pulled up a chair and sat facing the door, tapping her wand with her right index finger, looking like she had been waiting there for a while.

The issue is...

"How did I know?" Hermione blurted out his thoughts. "Holmes, tsk tsk... Were you taken hostage, or did you willingly become Sirius Black's accomplice?"

Oh no, Nietzsche knew from her tone that she was angry.

"Are you hurt?" He reacted instantly and kindly asked.

"I'm hurt!" Sirius said lifelessly, slumped over the table beside him. "Your little girlfriend almost killed me... Ha, classic Slytherin and Gryffindor pairing."

Nietzsche and Hermione turned around at the same time and shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

The two then looked at each other, but Hermione wasn't in a hurry at all. She just wanted to see what kind of excuse he could come up with. However, considering that Nietzsche had come up to her first to show concern for her safety, her anger subsided a bit.

"You didn't even tell me!" she accused.

“Me? You know you’re the last person who wants to get involved in these troublesome things, so don’t blame me.” Nietzsche innocently took two steps back, raised Crookshank, and held it in front of him. “This time, you’re the one who got yourself involved in this mess.”

"Then who am I because of?" Hermione glared at him angrily.

But no matter how much she was accused, she could never reveal the real reason she sought out the Room of Requirement, so she took advantage of her ignorance and used Sirius Black as a shield.

So don't say anything, because if you do, it's Nietzsche's fault, and he could only grit his teeth and swallow it.

"So you're concerned about me..." He couldn't very well blame the other person for their good intentions.

“Yes, I care about you...and my career and studies,” Hermione said stubbornly.

"Just admit it, you just want to take a risk. Otherwise, why would you think I would be held hostage by a wizard who doesn't even have a wand, and who is so weak!"

"Who knew, he was at least a wanted wizard."

Sirius frowned, wanting to refute Nietzsche, this Slytherin.

It's unacceptable to portray him as such a weakling, as if anyone could easily defeat him. Even if the other party is not wrong, it's still embarrassing.

Just then, the door to the Room of Requirement opened again. Sirius Black, upon seeing the newcomer, immediately closed his slightly parted mouth, lowered his head, and sat back down in his original seat, as quiet as a Ravenclaw.

Granger is back.

"It's you?!"

"you again."

In front is Hermione doing the accounting, behind her is Granger in a hurry, and in the middle is Nietzsche looking bewildered.

Nietzsche then realized that not having to submit assignments wasn't the worst thing; his current situation was the worst...

Chapter 181 Two Women Competing for Supremacy

"Hmm~ It seems your little girlfriend has a very keen sense of smell." Granger was quite surprised by her appearance.

“Just…just a close friend and colleague.” Hermione raised her wand, not backing away because of her height, but instead taking a step forward. “Who knows who you are?”

Huh? Things are getting interesting.

Sirius, holding onto a chair, slowly began to move away from the battlefield.

Because when using a time converter, the user cannot be known to be in different locations at the same time, otherwise individual backtracking will cause errors, Nietzsche avoided Hermione before Halloween.

For example, Hermione appears in both the Charmed and Transfiguration classrooms at the same time;

However, if Nietzsche met Hermione knowing about time travel, then no matter which classroom's Hermione he met, she would be perceived as a different person due to the observer's perception.

But it doesn't matter now...

“I am Hermione Granger, but not you.” Granger sighed and said helplessly, “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in Slytherin, nor do I have any interest in it… To be honest, I didn’t expect you to care so much.”

She gave Hermione a meaningful look.

There was surprise, even though she knew that people in parallel universes would be different, but her perspective on herself was still bound by decades of habitual thinking, and she would always subconsciously bring in her own memories.

Hermione stood there dumbfounded, as if she had been suddenly struck.

'If she's Hermione Granger, then who am I?'

"Wait...wait a minute, you're me from the future? No, no, a parallel world?" she said angrily. "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't think I'll forget that you said you were a seventh-year Slytherin student."

This time it was Nietzsche's turn; he turned around like a robot.

"Are you serious? Slytherin?"

“I just wanted to see her expression... Haha! So innocent and cute~” Granger laughed, clutching his stomach.

The more she laughed, the redder Hermione became. The other woman had practically stripped her naked. If she had come to the Room of Requirement because of the Slytherin girl and Nietzsche, wouldn't that be the same as confessing her feelings to Nietzsche?

It's as if I'm telling him: I'm not worried about Blake, I'm worried about you being kidnapped...

“I thought you were threatened by the Slytherin people. You know, some people like to worship dark wizards,” Hermione stammered.

"Really? Is his distress signal on the ancient runic translation I gave you?" Granger remained calm throughout, showing no sign of panic. "I should have just taken him hostage."

The outcome was decided in just ten minutes.

Hermione is strong, but she's no match for the well-informed Granger.

Just as the outcome was about to be revealed, Sirius Black, who was standing to the side, became impatient and shouted, "Why would I ask Slytherin for help? If I'm going to ask someone, I'll ask Gryffindor."

Nietzsche glared at him.

However, after being interrupted by Sirius Black, Hermione finally found a way to save face. After calming down, she sat back down at her desk with some doubt, and then patted her neighbor forcefully.

To avoid getting into trouble, Nietzsche quickly sat down.

But Granger pulled a few dried fish pieces out of his pocket, waved them in his palm, and Crookshan, who was still shaking his head from side to side, immediately made up his mind and found his backbone.

"But why did you come here?" Hermione changed the subject, moving on from what had just happened.

"Because I... to be precise, because of us, the only thing I'm sure of is the Time Converter, which is an anchor point. I originally planned to use this anchor point to return to my third year."

It made perfect sense; Nietzsche finally understood why she had believed Crookshank first instead of going to Hermione.

"And then kill some people?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

But in the end... Granger simply nodded seriously.

What is this? Is it just another example of Granger-style perverse humor?

“You want to see her expression, don’t you?” Nietzsche hesitated for a moment.

"Do you think there's any difference between Draco now and young Lucius?" Granger tossed his hair and said casually, "No, they were both spoiled, so we have to admit something."

Admit it, brilliant Sherlock Holmes, human behavior, environment, and the ideas we receive form a closed loop.

These words startled Hermione. She frowned, disliking the other person's remarks...whether they were related to the present or the past.

"Then what's the difference between you and a dark wizard, killing indiscriminately like that?"

Unfortunately, the other person ignored her and instead got up and walked over to Nietzsche, leaning down to whisper something in his ear. This whispered conversation was only audible to the two of them.

It seems Granger doesn't care about Hermione's thoughts.

“If you don’t believe me, you can do a little test…” Granger’s voice was suppressed like a snake’s, and to others it sounded like only a hiss.

Nietzsche tilted his ear slightly and remained silent.