Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Of course, there's also a small reason why he wasn't actually the 'smartest' one.

“I advise you not to get involved with Headmaster Snape and them,” Nietzsche said softly, turning his head. “This is different from before, and it will cause your recently improved relationship with Snape to fall into an irreparable state.”

Although he didn't know what had happened back then, judging from Snape's change, it certainly wasn't an ordinary event.

This is not like the usual situation where you hear a student swear a few times and just deduct some points and move on.

“Listen, I’m a Gryffindor too…” Black retorted defiantly.

“Little Star is also Gryffindor,” Nietzsche said casually.

“But Remus did nothing wrong!” Blackton stood up abruptly and said angrily, “Only Snape is still acting like a child, holding a grudge against him because of that joke from back then. How come he doesn’t remember that James saved him?”

Nietzsche gently raised his left hand, and the immense pressure pressed Blake back down into the chair.

This is quite interesting, considering that when Snape first saw James Potter's son, he was so angry he wanted to bite off a bone.

“That’s impossible. If Potter saved Professor Snape, how could he hate you so much?” Hermione also realized this.

Faced with their questioning, Blake's expression gradually stiffened, as if this was a past event that was not worth mentioning.

"Remus was a werewolf when he was very young. Dumbledore knew about it when he was still a student, so we found a secret passage at the Whomping Willow so that he could hide there every full moon."

"Snape and we had a terrible relationship back then; we all disliked each other, and he always wanted us to be fired..."

In Black's story, Snape, curious about Remus's monthly absences from school and wanting to find out what was going on, was told by Black the location of the secret passage and how to avoid the Whomping Willow.

Just as the out-of-control Lupin was about to attack Snape, James rescued him.

The word 'save' struck Nietzsche as ironic.

"Deserved it."

"what?"

"I said you deserve to be hated." Hermione took a few steps back, ready to draw her wand and give him a good whack at any moment.

Black, who attempted to kill his classmate, was still not expelled from school, while Snape, who nearly lost his life, was forbidden by Dumbledore to tell the truth... She actually began to understand Snape.

I don't understand why he was so disrespectful to Headmaster Dumbledore. If it were her, she would have transferred schools immediately.

“Don’t be silly, everyone does silly things when they’re young.” Black was blushing as he was scolded, and he stammered, “He’s a Slytherin, and back then all the Slytherins were dark wizards.”

“But I don’t think it’s a joke.” Hermione pulled Nietzsche along and turned to leave.

Blake tried to get up and stop them, but he couldn't move his body and could only watch helplessly as the two left step by step.

“But Remus is innocent!” he took a deep breath and shouted. “I admit I went too far back then, and Dumbledore taught him a lesson back then, but Remus knows nothing!”

"Isn't Professor Lupin your friend?" Nietzsche mocked.

If Potter hadn't managed to save Snape, regardless of whether Black and Potter would have been in any danger, it's certain that Lupin would have been the first to be expelled.

Werewolves are a sensitive topic in the wizarding world. If a student is killed during a sensitive period, even if Gryffindor were alive, he wouldn't be able to stop it... He might even personally kill the out-of-control werewolf.

In fact, Blake's 'joke' also put Lupin in danger.

Snape's assessment of him was correct—Peter's biggest mistake was that he was friends with Black.

Chapter 202 So Lupin chose to back down

(2-in-1)

'The warrant for Sirius Black's arrest has been dropped, and Minister Fudge has redeemed himself.'

At the end of May, just before exam week, the truth about what happened twelve years ago was revealed, including Peter Pettigrew's betrayal. However, Fudge didn't mention that Peter was hiding in the Weasleys' house.

This preserved Weasley's dignity while also relieving Ron of a shadow.

The Daily Prophet sold over 20,000 copies, and every wizard in Britain had a copy.

Professor Lu Ping also saw the news. During lunch, he sat at the head table but barely ate anything, spending all his time reading this mind-blowing message.

However, his body was weaker, and several of his fingernails were completely turned outwards. So when he greeted students, he would always put his hands in his sleeves first, but when he saw Snape, he would still give him a gentle smile.

“Nietzsche, do you remember the steps for making the wolfsbane potion?” Hermione asked at the Great Hall entrance. “Don’t worry, I can get it ready before the full moon…”

Although she didn't know the proportions of materials such as moonstone, morning dew, and aconite (wolfsbane), she could slowly try them out using Gobarlot's three laws.

Are you sure you want to be resented by Snape?

“Don’t be silly, Professor Snape only said he couldn’t make it himself, he didn’t say we couldn’t… He just let you see it on purpose, understand? We didn’t stop the professor’s choice.” Hermione glanced at the head table.

In fact, Professor Lupin has always been the most innocent.

Nietzsche couldn't refute her. Seeing her stubbornness, he could only write down the operating procedures and the proportions of certain materials in his notebook. Black was quite good at judging people—as long as Hermione intervened, the success of the potion was only a matter of time.

While adjusting the wolfsbane potion, Lu Ping maintained his usual style. He was still as humorous as ever during class, as if the wolfsbane had no effect on him.

However, during the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class before the final exams, the professor announced something important.

“I’m planning to resign,” he said suddenly during the second half of the class, glancing at the Slytherin students practicing anti-spells.

But the professor didn't seem so disappointed; on the contrary, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Nietzsche could understand that, after losing the remedy to suppress wolf poison, Professor Lupin had to suppress his werewolf bloodlust while in the presence of people, and at the same time maintain a normal life and appearance.

This was extremely tiring, because his previous life had simply been one of constant wandering and displacement.

"Why?" "Aren't you a very good teacher?"

The Slytherins were puzzled by the professor's sudden announcement.

Only Malfoy sneered; ever since his father's accident, he had become even more fond of watching others make fools of themselves.

"I'm just a little tired," Lupin said with a smile. "It has nothing to do with anyone else, it's just my own problem... I... I want to rest for a while. Okay, let's think about it on the bright side, aren't your professors all excellent?"

He made a joke and, in the process, gave himself a compliment.

That's true. First-year students are like Voldemort, second-year students are all show and no substance but at least they're human, and third-year students have two competent professors.

By fourth grade, they didn't even dare to dream of it.

He and Grindelwald would mention this news when they taught at each college, and within just two or three days, it was known to everyone, and everyone felt sorry for him.

Finally, Hermione managed to gather some herbs from the centaur tribe and, referring to the moon phase chart in the House of Requirement, managed to concoct a small bottle of wolfsbane potion before the full moon.

She grabbed Nietzsche's hand and rushed towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom without stopping.

"Please...cough cough, please come in..." Professor Lu Ping raised his voice slightly, and his hoarse throat would ache.

Nietzsche had just pushed open the door when he froze in place. He saw Voldemort standing in front of Professor Lupin, his wand pointed at the top of his head, his scarlet eyes radiating cruelty, and he was turning his head to look at the two who had just entered.

what?

When did Voldemort arrive at Hogwarts?

"Funny!"

Professor Lupin immediately drew his wand, turned Voldemort into a full moon, and laboriously stuffed it into the drawer.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a Boggart.” He smiled at Nietzsche. “Don’t blow up the office. I went to great lengths to get these things from the Forbidden Forest for your final exams.”

Hermione and Nietzsche breathed a sigh of relief and were finally at ease.

The office was like a breeding farm, with iron cages holding red-hatted animals, covered water tanks... all filled with the dark creatures they had previously learned about.

“But we also learned about werewolves!” Nietzsche pretended not to know anything, looked around curiously, and said.

Lupin: If you can't speak, then don't speak.

Seeing the professor's smile gradually freeze and disappear, Hermione stepped on Nietzsche's foot and quickly pulled a small bottle from her pocket, which looked like a small bottle of whiskey commonly found in convenience stores.

Professor Lu Ping paused for a moment, then took the bottle in surprise and couldn't help but sniff it in front of the students.

"Severus's?"

“It was us!” Nietzsche clicked his tongue. “But most of the credit goes to Hermione.”

He immediately called himself the dean, but Professor Lu Ping was the one who was most wishful thinking.

"So...you know?" Lupin glanced at Hermione. Taking in her complicated expression, the experienced professor immediately understood what was going on, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Hermione nodded, choosing to avoid the topic of identity: "You don't need to worry about these things now. Although you're not quite proficient yet, you can now barely brew this remedy."

Tragically, there is no antidote for wolfsbane.

On the desk lay a daily newspaper, its creases perfectly neat, suggesting it was frequently taken out for inspection. This indicated that Professor Lu Ping was extremely careful with his belongings and reluctant to damage anything.

“While it’s not as perfect as Severus’s, it’s still quite good for a student…” Lupin said, his eyes sparkling with joy after taking a small bite.

Clearly, this works.

Hermione was also happy that she had been able to save a professor from a predicament.

“Then you can stay and continue teaching next year, so Headmaster Dumbledore won’t have to worry about you… uh… losing control?” She cautiously moved closer to the wounded lone wolf like a cat.

From a student's perspective, Nietzsche didn't think Lupin was negligent; on the contrary, he was almost the most competent one.

As long as it can be effectively controlled, there's nothing wrong with staying.

“Hmm? Sorry.” Lupin awkwardly put his hands in his pockets. “I probably won’t continue as Professor… It’s not because of Professor Dumbledore, it’s because I applied myself… Granger, Holmes, you’re both very clever.”

"But...why?"

“Well, how should I put it? Probably because of some stupid things I did in the past.” Lupin licked the bitter medicine from his lips. “I can understand Severus. He must have gone to a lot of trouble to make people know that I’m a werewolf.”

They assigned werewolf-themed homework and then subtly used werewolves as an example in Potions class.

But he continued, "I don't blame him, really... I've been thinking about whether I've ever considered the irreversible impact I might have on others. I didn't know that before, but now I can at least stop it in advance."

Lupin's words made Nietzsche's thoughts jump to Hermione, who had once said the same thing about herself.

"But you did nothing wrong."

“I did nothing wrong, but he did nothing wrong either. Think about it, kid. If I continue like this, one day people will find out I’m a werewolf. What if a student plays a mean joke on me on that day?”

He makes a good point, and it actually happened before.

A joke can simultaneously fill one person with hatred and another with a lifetime of self-pity and guilt.

Hermione's silence made Lupin realize something; he knew the two kids must have heard something.

"Severus told you about it, didn't he? The impact of those schoolyard conflicts on us... How foolish we were back then, always thinking we were playing the role of a savior defeating a dark wizard..."