Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Never mind, I happen to have some free time now, so I can go see some old friends." He glanced at the portrait on the newspaper.

Lupin dismissed the two men from the office. He wasn't unhappy at all; leaving was his own choice, just as Snape had no obligation to continue brewing potions for him.

On the way back, Hermione acted very strangely; she kept talking.

Do you think Professor Snape would be happy?

"Based on my understanding, it shouldn't be."

"Why? He's already succeeded."

Hermione couldn't understand—wasn't Professor Snape stopping the supply of wolfsbane just to get revenge for the past grievances, so that Professor Lupin would resign voluntarily or be forced to?

Seeing her former enemy, who had bullied her, looking dejected, would surely make her very happy.

Regardless of what others do, when Nietzsche was beating people up in elementary school, she at least had a conflicted feeling of smiling yet also feeling that it was very violent.

“But Lupin is at peace with it, you know? He has accepted the impact he has had.” Nietzsche shook his head, feeling that this matter couldn’t possibly end so easily.

Given Snape's nature, his revenge should have been to leave Lupin in a state of torment, filled with hatred for his own identity, rather than to bring him relief.

Ah, the taste of retaliation in kind~

Exam week has begun, and the first exam is Transfiguration. The questions are about turning inanimate objects into living things and Transfiguration spells. Nietzsche effortlessly turned a teapot into a turtle.

The only difference is that everyone else has a standard pet turtle, while his is... an alligator snapping turtle.

But it's still better than Hermione's turtle.

The next day was the Confusion Charm class. To prevent cheating, Snape broke all the seats into individual ones. Faced with the colorful cauldrons, he calmly drew a zero for most people.

"Think of it in a positive light, that zero might be the letter 'O'," Hermione could only try to comfort her roommate.

The Wednesday rune literature exam tests translation, which can be passed by rote memorization. The most challenging part is alchemy, which requires him to create a magical device that incorporates runes. Fortunately, he already has a model in advance.

After he put the lathe model on, the effect seemed pretty good.

By Thursday, it was Lupin's turn for Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the exam was held outdoors, not in the classroom.

Moreover, while Gryffindor traverses a series of different locations, including the Red Hat Pit and the Hinkpunk Swamp, they must also evade interference from Slytherin outside the arena.

This was Grindelwald's idea...

If they are unfortunately struck by the curse, they must find a way to use the black magic taught by Grindelwald to counteract the effect and continue running towards the finish line.

This is a timed obstacle course.

"Out, next~" Nietzsche waved absentmindedly, tossing Simo into the swamp.

"Use your brilliant brain to come up with a solution!" Lavender used Hermione as a shield, hiding behind her. "If I fail my exam, I curse you two to break up!"

"Iron armor protects the body."

Hermione used the Ironclad Charm to support the three of them, resisting the effects of the magic around them.

"Quick! Quickly confuse him... blink or something..." Parvati didn't care about anything else because of the exam.

“I have a better idea.” Hermione glanced at the two people behind her.

"any solution?"

Before Lavender and Parvati could even rejoice, the protective armor spell vanished, and Nietzsche grabbed them by the neck and threw them into a pond filled with Kaba.

That's Hermione's method—save some energy so that when she's sprinting towards the finish line, she can still have the energy to launch a counterattack against the crowd.

The destination was the letter house next to the owl's hut. Hermione stumbled inside, and a few minutes later, Nietzsche heard a roar from inside.

Nietzsche!

The entire wooden house collapsed.

"What's going on?" Grindelwald asked, standing on tiptoe. "I don't remember having any extra magical traps."

“Miss Granger, you’re not calm enough in the face of this emergency! That’s Boggart!” Lupin exclaimed in surprise. “I’m sorry, your grade is only a ‘pass’.”

Hermione crawled out of the rubble with gritted teeth and stood silently on the sidelines.

But when it's the Slytherins' turn to take the exam, it's the Gryffindors who will stand outside and interfere, the lions vowing to make the snakes spit out what they just swallowed.

Hermione, however, has only one target—Nietzsche Holmes.

All day Thursday, those standing in the castle could see spells flying all over the lawn.

Hermione and Nietzsche returned to the castle looking dejected. They seemed unable to bear seeing each other reach the finish line safely, proving that being in sync in everything isn't always a good thing.

"What do you see?" Nietzsche ripped the waterweed off his head.

"Anyway, it's nothing good, especially after you got involved with him." Hermione remained tight-lipped, refusing to say what Boggart had done.

The day after the exams, school was already on holiday, but the students had to wait until their report cards came out before they could go home. So they simply left school and planned to spend the rest of their days in Hogsmeade Village.

Now that the Dementors have left, I hear it's snowing in Hogsmeade Village.

Hermione didn't go; she planned to make a large pot of wolfsbane potion before Professor Lupin left the school. So Nietzsche lay on the dragon's back, basking in the sun while lazily collecting the morning dew and moonstones from the Black Lake.

With a flick of his finger, he sent the object flying into the wooden basket perched on Smaug's long neck.

I didn't return to the basement until evening.

Just as Hermione was repeatedly brewing wolfsbane potion in the Potions classroom, several angry shouts echoed in the corridor. Nietzsche and she thought it was Snape, but they found out that he wasn't cursing them.

"You coward, you wimp..."

Nietzsche turned the fire down a bit and moved closer to the classroom door.

The sound was very faint, coming from the other side of the basement corridor, probably... Snape's office?

“Severus…” Lupin’s voice was weary. “See? I didn’t ask Dumbledore to force you. I’ve already given the resignation letter to the headmaster. I don’t owe you anything.”

"You pity me? Do you think you have any influence over me?!"

Snape was roaring, completely oblivious to whether others could hear him, having gone mad.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche heard several more sounds of glass bottles breaking.

"You are worthless to me! I could save you, I could change your life, and make you respected and blessed with countless honors for the rest of your life, but I won't, because I'm unwilling to do so!"

"You're afraid of yourself, because I've surpassed all you cowards! I'm a god who can unleash lightning from my fingertips! Admit it, Remus, you're not even as good as that wild dog!"

Snape clenched his fists and tried his best to be sarcastic, but Lupin didn't utter a single word in rebuttal, at most just coughing a few times.

"Cough...yes, I am not as good as them, after all, I once relied on their charity to survive."

After the deafening thunder gradually subsided, Professor Lupin leaned against the wall, panting triumphantly. This werewolf looked more like a lost dog who had given up on life. Snape's punch landed on cotton.

Just as Nietzsche had predicted, Snape would not be happy about his departure.

He hoped Lupin would suffer as much as he did, but... he failed.

P.S.: Just kidding, my next book is going to be a crossover anime/manga story set in a metaverse (basically a group of players going to different universes like Star Wars, Warhammer, Deep Rock Galactic, etc. to play through the plot, similar to Ready Player One).

Chapter 203 It Exploded

Lupin's reason for leaving was simple: after losing Snape's wolfsbane potion, he became uncontrollable once again and realized that he was, after all, a werewolf.

If Lupin continues as Defense Against the Dark Arts, who can guarantee that his wolfsbane potion will always be delivered on time?

If someone didn't drink it even once, it could potentially kill them. So, he told Dumbledore and the other professors about his thoughts... But to his surprise, Snape's reaction was the strongest of all.

“At least I know I’m not really suited to be a professor,” Lupin said with a smile.

"You'd better know..."

“But what about you?” Lupin interrupted Snape. “We’ve all moved on from that time, but you—you’re still stuck in the past, Severus. You’re surrounded by good people and should be much happier than you are now.”

He never refuted the other party's sarcasm, because he had indeed been surpassed and trampled on.

Look at Snape's current status—he is both the youngest Potions Master and the Headmaster of Hogwarts, his position is almost second only to the headmaster.

Nietzsche heard no sound for a long time and worried that Lupin, who had exposed his pretense, would suffer the same fate as Blake. So he secretly peeked out the crack in the door and saw a figure standing at the office door in the distance stagger a few steps.

It was Snape. Lupin punched him twice in the heart, sending him staggering backward.

"Of course you can let it go, but that's for you!" the dean angrily accused.

"Is this what Lily wanted you to be like this?" Lupin pursed his lips, and when he spoke again, his voice trembled. "She never hated you, she was just disappointed in you..."

Snape began to panic, just like those Muggles who studied quantum physics.

The frenzied cursing, mockery, and sarcasm were meaningless in that instant, unable to conceal Snape's emptiness and confusion. Finally, facing the calm Lupin, he returned to his office and closed the door tightly.

Only a weary Lupin remained, letting out a heavy sigh.

However, he still spent his last days at school. When the report cards were handed out, which was the last day of the semester, the students who returned from Hogsmeade could see Professor Lupin sitting at the dinner party.

This year, thanks to Harry's performance in Quidditch and Snape's usual leniency, Gryffindor surprisingly won the House Cup.

The entire auditorium was decorated in red and gold, making it look like a farewell ceremony for Lupin.

"Quiet down~" Dumbledore waited until the Gryffindors had finished making a ruckus before raising his voice to gradually calm them down.

He gave up his seat so that Lupin could stand up.

Everyone knew what was going on—they wouldn't see Professor Lupin again next year.

Lupin, standing in the main seat, took in all the students of Hogwarts before finally saying, "To be honest, Dumbledore's invitation was already the biggest help he could give me."

Nietzsche noticed that the light from the hundreds of candles overhead illuminated the tears welling in his eyes.

“But it’s already worth it. I can go find Black next…” Lupin winked at the Gryffindor table. “Besides, my body can’t keep going, so I won’t bother Severus.”

If Nietzsche hadn't been unaware of what happened back then, he would have almost thought that Nietzsche and the dean were good friends.

Friend? No.

But a life-or-death friendship could barely be considered...

But what the others didn't know was that for Gryffindor, it was like a bombshell had been dropped into the Black Lake, causing a commotion among the fish and the water.

George: "What? That old bat Snape would help people?"

Fred: "Help! Professor Lupin has been possessed by the Imperius Curse!"

A black dog sat crouching in the corner of the Great Hall, and no student would know that Sirius was staring at Harry and Lupin... He excitedly greeted them when he heard that the first thing Lupin did after leaving his post was to look for him:

He opened his mouth and barked a few times.