Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"why?"

Lupin's tone was calm, not at all like someone who needed medicine to treat an illness.

“Because I don’t want to do it for you anymore.” Snape put down his work, his stagnant black eyes suddenly filled with hatred. “I’ve had enough of all of you, Lupin. Why don’t you go bother Dumbledore instead?”

"Professor Dumbledore has done enough for me."

“Yeah, he’s already made you a professor, so one more won’t make a difference…right?” Snape pressed on. “Make him make potions for you, or force me to make potions for you.”

His words were so harsh that even Hermione, who was standing to the side with her head down, couldn't stand them.

Lupin was the same; like Hagrid, he couldn't stand anyone insulting Dumbledore.

“I would never force anyone like this!” Even the usually mild-mannered Lupin could only break down in front of Snape. He staggered back a few steps, his face turning cold. “Severus, I won’t force you if you don’t want to.”

"Hmph...you're forcing me..."

Lupin left quickly, and the sound of cabinets being opened and closed echoed again in the classroom.

Hermione extinguished the fire under the cauldron when Snape came out of the storeroom carrying a huge pile of moonstones. She looked at the professor, her mouth moving as if she were chewing a snack.

After a long pause, she whispered, "Professor Lupin is a werewolf...is he?"

Nietzsche turned to look at her, somewhat surprised, yet it made perfect sense.

“I’ve checked the lunar cycle chart. Professor Lupin is always weak during the full moon. Nietzsche said that your relationship with him was a bit... and you always assign papers about werewolves every time you teach a class.”

So Snape glared at Nietzsche, a glare because of his loose tongue.

Seeing that the professor did not refute her and tacitly agreed, Hermione continued, "But what really confirmed me was moonstone and morning dew. I did not find any potion in the books that would require such a large amount of modifier."

"That's right, only wolfsbane medicine would require so much, but right now..."

In front of them, Snape used magic to grind moonstone into powder, mixed it with the morning dew, and poured it into the pool. He stared at the beautiful moonstone fragments, which resembled pearl powder, and suddenly felt a surge of pleasure.

No wonder Hermione reacted so strongly when the professor had his back to Lucas.

In her and Nietzsche's eyes, although Snape's personality was not as good as the other's, they had at least seen each other in the Potions classroom for three years, so there was no need to say more about their trust.

“But what will he do when the full moon comes this month if he doesn’t have the wolfsbane potion?” Hermione looked at the pool with concern.

Nietzsche couldn't tell for a moment whether she was lamenting Lupin or the wasted potion ingredients.

“What does this have to do with me?” Snape’s indifferent demeanor was chilling. “Anyway, it was Dumbledore who hired him, and I’ve been helping him all along. In Mr. Holmes’ words, I’ve been someone else’s slave all along.”

In other words, his help was not out of his own volition.

“What if Headmaster Dumbledore comes to you about this?” Nietzsche prompted, “He was with them when he was young…”

"If I don't make potions, will Dumbledore kill me for it?"

Nietzsche shook his head. How could that be?

"So what if you come to me? I'm already being generous by not asking Lupin to settle the potion bill." Snape straightened his back, then turned back and pointed at him warningly, indicating that he should keep quiet.

Hermione stared at them blankly, still not quite understanding what was happening.

'who are they?

Did Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape have a fight?

Wait, did she miss something?!

Chapter 199 Fudge's Visit

Two big events took place on the first weekend after Easter—the Quidditch final and a visit from the Ministry of Magic.

That morning, as the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams entered the Great Hall, every Quidditch fan stood up and applauded. Nietzsche could see Warrington and Harry standing in front of their respective teams.

The two exchanged a smile, then Harry stepped back, and Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood shook hands with Warrington.

"This is the final match between Gryffindor and Slytherin..."

"Harry will win!"

"Is that a fire bolt? Is it too late for me to change my bet now?"

The entire Great Hall was filled with red, yellow, black, and green, but Hufflepuff had slightly more supporters of Slytherin. As for why, you'd have to ask Warrington how much he helped Cedric.

Besides those who were going to compete later, there were also several wizards wearing Ministry of Magic guard cloaks standing at the door.

“Judging from their badges, they must be from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.” Percy stood at the door with Penelope, as the student council president, welcoming the people who were about to enter. “My father belongs to the Department of Enforcement.”

Nietzsche walked among them, giving the couple a strange look: Percy, you've got some nerve, showing this stuff to others.

Penelope, standing to the side, forced a smile. Clearly, as a young woman, she wasn't very interested in these things. Instead, she would often turn her head to look at the fire bolt in Harry's hand when Percy wasn't looking.

When her gaze met Nietzsche's and Hermione's, she raised her index finger to signal them to be quiet.

"Penelope~ Who do you think it will be? By the way... can you check if my tie is crooked?"

"No."

Just as they began to enjoy their German sausages, a commotion came from the doorway. The first to enter was Professor Glendale, who rushed to Hermione and Nietzsche in a flustered manner.

Immediately afterwards, Fudge, wearing a plaid suit, and Dumbledore, wearing the Wessengamo badge, appeared at the front door.

"Would you like to go and greet our Minister?" Grindelwald squatted down between the two.

"No!" Hermione replied firmly.

"Actually... it would be good for you if you could get in touch with him earlier, since you're not like Nicolas Flamel, a wizard who stays at home all day doing magic."

Why can't Nietzsche go?

Nietzsche sneezed, nearly stuffing a grilled sausage into his nostril.

“Clearly you need to learn how to deal with idiots more than he does,” Grindelwald said without restraint. “Look at him, he spouts nonsense whenever he encounters someone a little stupid. Hermione, you need to learn more than just magic.”

Is this reasonable? Is this reasonable?

What kind of person are they making him out to be...?

Percy, standing at the door, became very serious when he saw Minister Fudge arrive. His cautious and respectful demeanor pleased Fudge, but Umbridge, standing behind the minister, looked at the man in front of him with great disapproval.

Nietzsche hadn't originally intended to go to the Quidditch pitch, but under pressure from the professor, he was forced to watch the Quidditch match with Hermione, and with Fudge no less.

The sky that day was a pale white, perhaps because the minister's arrival had cleared out some of the Dementors around.

The clamor grew louder and louder, with supporters of Gryffindor and Slytherin even splitting in half. Even Snape was wearing a green decorative hat with a silver snake printed on it.

"Both sides enter the game!!" Commentator Lee Jordan was already in position, deliberately using a deep voice and drawing out long syllables when he spoke.

Fudge, sitting at the very top of the table, was observing the players from each team, completely unaware that Nietzsche and Hermione had come to his sides.

"You've had a hard time?" Nietzsche once again displayed his unique performing talent, instantly spreading a bright smile across his face. "Minister Fudge, you've come at just the right time; we can even watch the final match."

"Yes... yes."

Although it wasn't summer yet, he was already drenched in sweat as he turned to look for his deputy.

Umbridge, the minister's deputy, had just finished reprimanding a few students who were running around when she discovered that Hermione had taken her seat and that she and another junior wizard were talking to the minister. How could this be allowed?

Where is the minister's dignity?

Up is up, down is down, this is complete chaos!

She was about to step forward and teach Hermione a lesson when a withered hand pressed her down... No matter how much she struggled, it was no use, because the magic had already locked onto her.

“Ms. Umbridge, you may sit in my seat if you do not mind,” Grindelwald said.

"Who are you? I am the Deputy Minister of Magic, and I should..."

“I said I—allow—you to sit in my seat.” Grindelwald, like a strange old man, twisted her arm and dragged her to the teacher's seat. “Please?”

Umbridge was about to get angry, but after just one glance at him, he suddenly agreed in a daze.

Nietzsche glanced back at the old professor who was quietly nodding; clearly, everything was arranged.

"But I heard that the Ministry of Magic was attacked recently, didn't it?" Hermione said, deliberately picking on the bad points.

The implication is: You've lost your home, and you're still here watching the game!

"The Ministry of Magic is still investigating this matter. Trust our judgment..." Fudge immediately fell silent upon hearing her suddenly bring it up, and his interest in watching the ball game diminished somewhat.

In fact, Hermione wasn't being silly and deliberately trying to upset him.

She cleared her throat, squinted at Nietzsche, and then opened her arms, letting Crookshan, who was walking through the crowd, jump onto her lap.

“Of course, a minister can’t be busy every day and ruin his health because of this. He needs to relax properly,” Nietzsche said, going along with his thoughts. “Clues always reveal themselves to us unexpectedly.”

“Ah...yes! That’s exactly what I think!” Fudge exclaimed happily.

This is the collaboration between Nietzsche and Hermione—they use psychological tricks to ensure that Fudge can get close to at least one of them.

To start by praising someone is called Percy-style flattery; even the British House of Lords has an opposition party and a neutral party.

“Clues always like to hide. Sometimes, going out for a walk can reveal some different things.” Fudge leaned a little closer to him unintentionally. “There are even people in the department who think Blake is connected to the Purifiers.”

He let out a chuckle, then shook his head and raised the binoculars again.

At this moment, the game had already started. Gryffindor scored a goal and took a ten-point lead. In this noisy environment, Fudge also stood up excitedly and pumped his fist.

"Do you know who the Purgers are connected to?" Nietzsche asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's..."

Fudge was about to speak when he was interrupted: "But I do know someone—James Moriarty."

"Who?"

“You can call him a ‘Muggle who knows wizards exist’.”

Fudge abruptly threw down his binoculars; he hadn't expected that a trip outside would yield such swift clues.

(The fox is speeding up the plot; after dealing with Sirius, the fox wants to have Snape and Lupin explode in a flash, haha!)

Chapter 200 The Magic World Prime Minister's Friend

Fudge gradually discovers that Nietzsche isn't actually that unlikeable as long as he doesn't side with Muggles against the Ministry of Magic.

Who wouldn't enjoy talking to a humble, polite little wizard? Not to mention, he doesn't have to fear Nietzsche like he fears Dumbledore... He's just a student, no matter how talented he is, he can't possibly take away his ministerial position.