Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

However, it turned out that although the professor wouldn't nitpick, he could still be very strict.

Moreover, his seriousness about potions reflects his attitude towards teaching. Now, students can no longer get away with it. Without the time to nitpick, the professor will only focus on the process of making potions.

Neville, who had melted the crucible, hunched his shoulders and endured the roars.

"That's it?" Neville looked at the toad with long horns on the cutting board after the professor fixed his crucible, and said in a daze, "I thought I was going to be punished with detention again."

"You should be secretly happy," Ron said, pursing his lips.

After class, Hermione and Nietzsche strolled along the shore of the Black Lake. She was the one most eager to see the Patronus in form, holding an animal encyclopedia and trying to guess its appearance.

As they walked, they arrived at Hagrid's cabin.

“What animal do you think your personality is similar to?” Hermione said. “You know, a Patronus can be related to a person’s personality, which is similar to the Animagus... For example, Professor McGonagall is a tabby cat.”

Nietzsche discovered that she had never been so concerned about her own guardian spell.

As soon as Hagrid sat down outside the cabin, he led the dragon out of the woods. Smaug lay prostrate beside the pumpkin patch and nudged him in the back with the horns on his head.

"How would I know what each animal represents?" Nietzsche said casually, feeling the warmth and hard scales behind him. "Maybe it's a fire dragon too."

He chanted a spell, causing silvery-white clouds to float up and wrap around the fire dragon's tail.

"Hagrid, what do you think?"

"Since you think I know so much about animals, why did you ask Professor McGonagall to cancel my Magizoology program last year?" Hagrid said, hands on his hips, feigning anger. "You clearly don't need Muggle studies."

"Because I can use Muggle studies to understand the wizards' psychology in reverse," Hermione gave him an unquestionable answer.

"Do you know about the Phoenix? It's Hermione's Patronus," Nietzsche asked curiously, shifting the topic away from himself.

Europe knows very little about the Phoenix, and its descriptions are almost mythical.

"You actually learned the Patronus Charm, and your Patronus is a magical creature!" Hagrid shook his head, recovering from his surprise. "Ho-Oh Bird... perhaps this signifies that your name will also become a legend."

"It only exists in legends?" Hermione questioned. "If that's the case, how could it have been recorded?"

"Few people have ever seen a Phoenix. They have only heard of it from wizards who crossed the ocean in desperate situations. Legend has it that rainbows appear where Phoenixes fly, bringing hope to those who are lost."

Hagrid glanced at the two people sitting side by side under the wings of the fire dragon and slowly spoke about the meaning of the Phoenix.

The kind of animal whose wings produce rainbows and whose calls are like those of a phoenix—just hearing the description makes it seem like it doesn't exist... because non-existence implies perfection, flawlessness.

“But I’ve never seen it before.” Hermione stroked the stripes on the grapevine wand.

This is the charm of the Patronus Charm. The Patronus has nothing to do with the wizard's perspective. According to Dumbledore's White Magic Notes, the Patronus is the reflection of the world by a wizard who has not fallen into darkness.

A person who can use the Patronus Charm is not necessarily a white wizard, but they are definitely not a black wizard.

Hearing her exclamation, Hagrid suddenly said, "Dumbledore has never seen a phoenix before either."

“You mean Dumbledore was the first Phoenix Guardian, and Fawkes appeared afterward…” Nietzsche said, frowning. “Isn’t it because of the ‘Dumbledore family’?”

“No! His brother didn’t have one!” Hagrid paused, looked at the castle with a devout gaze, and said in a low voice, “In times of danger, for someone like me, he himself is the phoenix.”

"Dumbledore's brother?"

Hagrid awkwardly shifted the conversation away from the principal: "Maybe you can see a Phoenix with your own eyes once."

The half-giant's thoughts were simple: he purely believed that if Hermione's Patronus was a legendary being, it must possess the corresponding qualities, and the world would surely respond accordingly.

“Now you can be sure you’ll get the Chocolate Frog card; it’s just a matter of time,” Nietzsche joked.

"Ah~ that explains it too." Hermione said this out of the blue, while winking at him.

"Explain what?"

“That explains the legend that the Phoenix King brings hope and happiness. You see... you met me and my guardian spirit first before you changed your mind, right?” She added softly, “After all, you thought of me.”

Nietzsche's face gradually flushed red, and he moved his buttocks away as if he had seen something horrifying.

“Those qualities came to mind because of you, not because of you as a person.” His correction seemed somewhat deliberate.

"It's alright, anyway, the success of your Guardian Angel Spell is all because of me."

Just then, several people came running from the castle in the distance, chasing each other and skipping along. They were Harry, Ron, and Neville.

Upon seeing Hermione and Nietzsche, the three of them excitedly exclaimed, "Did you see that?"

"We came here after class... What new information was posted on the notice board?"

"The Triwizard Tournament!" Ron announced loudly to the two of them. "Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be coming on October 30th, and Potions class that afternoon will be canceled!"

Nietzsche guessed that their joy was mostly due to not having to attend Potions class, rather than the start of the tournament.

“I heard that when Nick Flamel visited Three Beauxbatons in his youth, he even sponsored it.” Hermione always subconsciously offered a few words of popular science whenever something new came up.

"The Philosopher's Stone...then Beauxbatons must be very rich." Hagrid's exclamation was even more direct.

Hermione grumbled in dissatisfaction at the simple remark.

In her view, the patronage of Nick Lemaître should mean that Beauxbatons was very interested in alchemy... but Hagrid wasn't wrong either.

"Oh, by the way, can I borrow your Potions class notes to copy?" Harry slapped his forehead. "When Neville got scolded today, Snape scolded me too. He actually said I'm as stupid as my dad!"

“I thought you were used to it by now.” Nietzsche casually took a notebook out of his backpack and handed it to Harry.

To be precise, it should be called Riddle's Diary.

Chapter 229 A Lively Opening

(Advance notice: After the discount ends, Fox will take a day off...)

On October 30th, the school auditorium was decorated as if all four colleges had won the College Cup.

Red and gold, blue and copper, yellow and black, green and white... flags in four different styles hung on their respective college tables, while the banner above the head table was a huge school emblem with four animals surrounding the letter 'H'.

McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were repairing the armor in the corridor, Professor Binns was rehearsing with the House Ghosts, and Grindelwald... he was running!

As Beauxbatons and Durmstrang approached, Nietzsche noticed that Professor Glendale seemed to be hiding himself. He ran to the auditorium for a quick look and then immediately turned back.

"Isn't the professor from Durmstrang?" Several wizards saw his movements.

After the morning classes ended, students from the four colleges crowded into the auditorium, sitting in a group and discussing what dangerous events might occur in the Triwizard Tournament.

“But he didn’t graduate from there,” Parvati said. “He must be afraid to see the school that drove him away back then.”

“If it were me, I would definitely dance in front of the school that expelled me,” Colin leaned in. “They were the ones who didn’t want him anymore. Now he’s an associate professor hired by Dumbledore.”

But there's nothing much to do just sitting here. Judging from how busy they are, the other two academies probably won't arrive until evening.

Just then, George and Fred sneaked over carrying a few plates.

The two of them were most interested in the three-way battle for supremacy, and were single-mindedly trying to understand the ins and outs and gain a chance to participate.

Smelling the aroma of meat, Crookshanks cleverly stepped onto the shoulders of several people, repeating its actions from Diagon Alley—it flew past the plates while simultaneously snatching the salted smoked meat from one of them.

“You guys really should go check out the kitchen…” Fred grinned at Crookshanks, pulling up his cloak to protect the rest of his food.

Nietzsche now understood how he used to manage lunch and dinner.

"What's wrong with the kitchen?" Justin and Ernie of Hufflepuff asked, their interest piqued. They straightened up.

“There are things we’ve never eaten before. I thought the house-elves here only knew how to make common things like sandwiches, chicken, and steak.” George sipped the red fish soup. “Unfortunately, they don’t have any information.”

The Weasley twins shrugged, thinking of other ways to probe for information about the match.

But they didn't come back empty-handed either...

"Hogwarts has house-elves?" Hermione was quite surprised by this.

"Otherwise what? Did you think everything was conjured with magic? And you're supposed to be a Little Wheat," Ron blinked calmly. "They even helped you put away your luggage and tidied your room..."

“That’s right! That’s why we were able to finish the party in the lounge.” George nodded and took a big bite of tomato.

"So they don't get paid either?"

Many young wizards who grew up in the wizarding world shook their heads at Hermione with puzzled expressions.

Hermione frowned, and just as she opened her mouth, Nietzsche grabbed her wrist. Although he was also a little surprised, he shook his head at the girl, indicating that she didn't need to say those things he used on Dobby.

Nietzsche knew exactly what she was trying to say.

“A slave living in his master’s house is different from a slave working on the farm,” he whispered in Hermione’s ear.

Hermione understood immediately upon hearing this and quickly shut her mouth.

The issue of house-elves is not something that can be resolved overnight or with just words. Even Dobby, who seems rebellious, did not actually betray the Malfoy family out of a desire for 'freedom'.

Dobby worked for Nietzsche primarily because it was respected; after all, it had experienced persecution by the Death Eaters and knew very well what it would face if its identity fell into their hands.

The only difference between those protected at Hogwarts and Dobby is the Death Eater environment.

“I just hate this feeling of taking it for granted.” Hermione sniffed, then suddenly changed the subject loudly, “So who do you think will be chosen?”

This topic successfully drew them into a discussion, and they quickly put the idea of ​​keeping house-elves out of their minds.

"Why aren't you following the rules now, Miss Rule-Follower?" Nietzsche said sarcastically.

“I may be a bit stubborn, but this ‘rule’ is the one I consider reasonable!” Hermione turned around and smacked his shoulder hard with her forehead.

"I understand... So you've always wanted me to listen to you."

"Although it's a bit of a misinterpretation, if the person in question is you... yes, that's exactly what I mean."

As time went on, more and more students filled the Great Hall. Even Professor Snape, who rarely ventured out of his basement lair, would stand there, and the Slytherins would know it was time to leave.

The students lined up one after another under the gradually darkening ceiling.

"Colin, why do you still have a camera hanging around your neck?" Professor McGonagall sternly reprimanded the students. "Get your clothes straight and don't wear those fancy things that will make us a laughing stock."

Colin Crevey reluctantly put the camera back in his pocket, muttering something about a "commemorative photo."

“You, Holmes…come here!” Snape raised his hand, his index finger trembling slightly, which didn’t sound like a greeting at all.

"What happened to me?"

"Come to the front," the dean said impatiently. "Could you please use your arrogance to put those Frenchmen in their place? Come here... or do you want me to write you a letter of approval?"

“Severus!” McGonagall glared at him, hesitated for a moment, then shouted, “Miss Granger…come here!”