Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"If you ask!"

Hermione made a move to snatch it back, but Nietzsche was faster; by the time she reached out, he had already taken the timetable back.

Very well, now he knows about the Gryffindor and Slytherin collaborative course without any effort.

While the other person was drinking porridge, Nietzsche secretly glanced at her and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart... His feelings for Hermione were naturally different from those for ordinary friends.

Yet he couldn't describe their relationship in words.

Are you in tune with each other?

Half a childhood sweetheart?

"Is there something on my face?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

No, maybe I'm seeing things.

"By the way, nothing happened after you returned to Slytherin, right?"

"I won't be expelled on the first day of school!" Nietzsche said irritably.

Although he didn't explain clearly, he didn't lie either, so Hermione simply breathed a sigh of relief.

“You can’t do what you used to do. I’ll be keeping an eye on you… No arguing! Mr. Watson told me so.” Hermione started nagging again. “If they cause you trouble, I’ll tell Headmistress McGonagall!”

Wait a minute, he's from Slytherin, what does he have to do with the head of Gryffindor?

Forget it, it's better not to bother Hermione, otherwise who knows how long she'll have to keep reading.

Although he wanted to help Hermione, it was difficult at the moment because she was still immersed in a utopian fantasy of rules. The step on the train was just the beginning if he wanted her to become like Nietzsche.

Nietzsche nodded in agreement, while writing a wordplay on the envelope, which was then sent out by Mercury.

The herbalism class was held in a glass greenhouse next to the castle walls.

As soon as you open the door, you can smell a strong stench, like opening a box containing a pile of rotten meat products a month later.

A professor dressed in tattered wizard robes handed out cotton plugs to everyone to stuff in their noses.

Based on Malfoy's intimidation, or perhaps on news about Crabbe and Goethe, Nietzsche was naturally isolated.

"Wear dragon skin gloves. When you are fertilizing the white saffron, be careful not to let your skin touch the dragon dung if you don't want to get burned."

She is the Headmistress of Hufflepuff and also the Professor of Herbalism at Hogwarts.

Dragon dung is a great fertilizer, but because of its origin, many Slytherins cannot accept it, and the entire greenhouse is filled with various gagging sounds.

"We came to school... just to... ugh... to do what my servants do?"

"Shut up, Pansy, or you'll get points deducted."

"Daphne, you're no better... Ugh!"

Professor Pomona Sprout walked around the greenhouse and came to Nietzsche's side, her furrowed brows relaxing slightly.

Nietzsche had cotton stuffed into his nostrils by the cotton the professor had given him before class. With his left hand, he dug away the soil beneath the white sap, and with his right hand, he held a spoon and stuffed semi-solid dragon dung into the soil.

It's certainly disgusting on a psychological level, but you get used to it and it's not so bad.

It's much more comfortable than Sherlock being bored at home, not sleeping, and spending five hours catching a bunch of flies and letting them lay eggs in a bottle.

"Going a little further out, while dragon dung is highly nutritious, getting it too close to the roots will damage the roots and stems of most herbs..."

“Therefore, soil is the best insulation.” Nietzsche, having been touched upon, immediately picked up where the professor left off.

Sprout quickly dismissed his preconceived notions about Slytherin. Although most of the little snakes still had that aristocratic air about them, he had a good first impression of Nietzsche.

Although the professor understands that it's a bit much to ask to deal with dragon manure fertilizer in the first class, at least don't make those kinds of noises, right?

"That's right, that's it... Does anyone know the uses of white peony root?"

Although she spoke loudly, her eyes never left the soil in front of Nietzsche, as if she were deliberately asking him a question.

"As raw materials?"

Daphne looked up, her voice muffled because her nose was blocked. Unfortunately, Professor Sprout only nodded slightly and did not say anything more.

"It is used to make white succinate, which can be used to make potions to treat specific magical wounds, but it also has extremely high healing properties."

“Nietzsche John Holmes? Okay, Slytherin, five points. And while you’re at it, pick two white sage leaves for me.” Pomona was quite pleased. “The perfume made from these two leaves will be enough for the infirmary for a month.”

I don't know what's wrong with the school clinic; they were in a hurry to use pyridine flavoring on the first day of school.

Nietzsche took off his dragon-skin gloves, pulled out a notebook, and noted down the advantages of white peony: it requires little dosage.

"Professor, is this herb rare?"

“The growing conditions aren’t too demanding, it’s just that there are too few wizards willing to dedicate their time to herbalism.” Her expression was somewhat forlorn as she slowly walked to the side, grinding white peony leaves as she spoke. “Nobody wants to spend all day dealing with fertilizer and soil.”

Yes, Nietzsche could tell just by looking into Slytherin's eyes.

Their eyes were filled with contempt from above; this profession seemed to be reserved only for servants.

Why should we let ourselves be stained with dirty mud when we can wear gorgeous clothes and precious jewelry?

"This is truly unfortunate..."

"What...did you say?" The professor was somewhat surprised; this didn't sound like something a Slytherin would say.

“A dereliction of duty, a misfortune for all humanity, Professor.” Nietzsche looked into her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and continued, “Instead of dividing people into different professions here, we should find a way to increase the production of white scallions!”

Of course, will this plant with magical effects work on ordinary people?

The answer is yes.

In Sprout's Natural History, it is mentioned that Pliny the Elder saw a deer that had pulled out a hunter's arrow and then applied white peony to its wound.

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes... If most people thought like you, perhaps herbalism wouldn't be in such an awkward situation."

She handed one of the bottles of white cinnamon to Nietzsche with a very kind smile.

This action took Nietzsche by surprise. He suddenly became flustered, wiped his clean hands on his clothes, and then took the small bottle, which was about five centimeters high and had a cork on it.

The processed white umami essence inside, held above Nietzsche's head, emitted a faint white crystalline luster under the sunlight.

"Don't think too much about it." She glanced at the unkempt dirt in front of the others. "Consider it your payment. I'm sorry, an old woman like me in tattered clothes doesn't have much extra money to pay you."

Everyone around was filled with regret.

This is not just a simple white leaf.

The process of baking and grinding between ordinary white succinate and white succinate essence is quite labor-intensive. On the market, the kind of essence as perfect as salt crystals in Nietzsche's bottle would cost at least five gallons.

Half a bottle is enough for a soldier whose legs have been blown off by a shell to survive the battlefield.

And it won't leave scars...

"Okay, get out of class is over!"

Pomona looked at Nietzsche's back, so out of place with the others, and felt a pang of regret.

What a wonderful person, how did they end up in Slytherin?

Severus Snape really got off easy.

Chapter Eighteen: The Magical History of the Serpent Lion

(PS: For the sake of plot and drama, the fox slightly rearranged the schedules of Slytherin and Gryffindor so that not only flying and potions classes are taken together.)

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Slytherin's score was far ahead.

When the wizards head to the Great Hall to prepare for a hearty meal, they can look up and see that the hourglass representing Slytherin has a few more gems than those of the other houses.

"Have you heard? Gore and Crabbe were hospitalized last night!"

"What happened?" Harry Potter, exhausted from just coming out of the Transfiguration classroom, slumped onto the dining table. "This is good news for me at the start of the school year."

"I don't know, but it's pretty serious. At least George and Fred saw that their arms were in casts."

Ron comically imitated Goyle's walk, swaying and waddling, which made many people burst into laughter.

No Gryffindor would be unhappy to see Slytherins looking defeated... except for Hermione, who already had a guess when she heard Ron describe their injuries.

To be precise, it was her intuition that reminded her of the miserable state of those people when she was in elementary school.

"Hermione...Hermione?"

Harry wanted to borrow the notes from the last class, but the other person suddenly pulled out a chair and stormed off toward the Slytherin table.

So Nietzsche, sitting in the corner, had just taken a bite of bread when a huge black shadow enveloped him, as if he had angered the god of bread by putting ketchup on his bread.

"You got into trouble last night? You liar!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Stop playing dumb. Besides you, who else would lay a hand on someone and leave them paralyzed in the infirmary?" Hermione stood behind his chair and noticed the small bottle on the table. "You have a criminal record... what's that?"

"White Fresh Flavoring".

Hermione, having previewed part of "A Thousand Wonderful Herbs and Mushrooms," certainly knew the effects of Dictamnus dasycarpus.

She quickly pulled up Nietzsche's sleeve, but there were no marks under the black school robe. Then she gently poked around his back with her index finger.

"Stop!" Nietzsche was tickled by her poking an area. "This bottle of white phthalate wasn't from the infirmary, it was given to me by Professor Sprout. When have I ever lost a dose?"

So you admit you lied to me!

"Speaking of which, you also bear some responsibility..."

"Me?!" Hermione almost laughed at his blatant cheating. "Fine, now it's my responsibility again..."

“You attacked Malfoy with the Freezing Charm, and I got caught up in it. They were after you, Hermione! So I didn’t break the agreement between you and me, because I was passively protecting you.”

His logic didn't sound wrong.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to make sense... Wait! Hermione, you can't be fooled by the master of lies.

At lunchtime, a Gryffindor left the table and ran to Slytherin's side.

Because their argument wasn't as loud and boisterous as most people's, from an outsider's perspective, Nietzsche and Hermione seemed more like two old friends joking and laughing together.