Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Only when the process reached the last few steps would Snape push Harry aside and put his wand in to stir.

The 'stirring' step is the most important. Even if a Muggle can perfectly replicate the previous steps, they will fail because of this last step... because they cannot bring out the magic of the ingredients.

As the flame died down, Nietzsche peered through the steam into the crucible and discovered that it contained a translucent purple color.

He used a dropper to add a few drops to a measuring cup filled with water, but the water did not dilute the color, which meant he had failed.

“It’s no use, change it to another batch!” Snape frowned slightly. “Perhaps the amount is not right.”

But the next few attempts were still unsuccessful. Although Nietzsche knew that this was not something that could be accomplished in a day, after nearly ten consecutive failures, he began to doubt his own judgment.

As the sun slowly set, Harry and Marvolo left one after another, leaving only Snape still at the round table, trying again and again.

"No...it can't be a problem with the ingredients," he muttered to himself.

"Let's rest for a bit and continue tomorrow." Nietzsche yawned, waved his wand to turn off the light, and helped the professor away from the table.

From the start of the experiment, Snape hadn't moved a single foot, so much so that his gait was stiff. He was helped down on the sofa by Nietzsche, muttering the steps leading to the potion's failure.

"Is something missing?" Snape lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.

"What do you feel is missing?" Nietzsche asked, his eyes closed, also unable to sleep.

"I don't know... but I always feel that when the magic of the ingredients is brought into play, something's missing—the thing that attracts the wolfsbane..."

"Voldemort wouldn't have gone to the moon and taken some lunar soil, would he? He probably doesn't even know where Muggle rockets are."

Nietzsche suddenly remembered that Professor Snape had grown up in the wizarding world, and was about to explain the space agency, but the other's snoring made him give up the idea... The professor had been using his brain too much and had long since fallen asleep.

He sighed, unable to sleep, and decided to replay the scenario in his mind.

In this quiet space, all the surrounding sounds seemed amplified—the clock ticked, Crook Mountain sharpened its claws, the wind rustled the bushes, someone knocked on the window...

Wait, knock on the window?

Nietzsche moved quietly to the French windows and slowly parted the curtains with his wand. He could immediately retaliate against any enemy.

However, when he saw the figure crouching by the wall, he instantly lowered his guard. It was Hermione, wearing fluffy slippers and pajamas, hiding behind the bushes unnoticed.

"Hehe, my parents just fell asleep~" Hermione said seriously, "Don't let them know about this!"

Chapter 295 Hermione: I'm the Goddess of Luck

"Keep your voice down, Professor Snape just fell asleep..." Nietzsche opened the door with delight.

The room was completely dark. The dry evening breeze had blown away the clouds, and the drawn curtains were like a heavy city gate being opened, allowing the silvery moonlight to leave a pillar of light in the living room.

Just then, a few noises came from the sofa. Nietzsche and Hermione turned around nervously and found that Professor Snape had simply turned his back and was facing inwards.

"I thought you were asleep." The girl breathed a sigh of relief, then tiptoed slightly and hooked his chin with her finger, saying, "But it seems you don't have time. Perhaps I should come another time..."

Hermione lunged forward upon entering, while Nietzsche stumbled back a few steps and leaned against the round table in the center of the hall.

Their chests were pressed together in a very intimate position. Because Hermione was leaning almost all her weight forward, Nietzsche had to hold onto the edge of the table with both hands, which put him in a completely passive position.

Perhaps due to the emotions between them, Nietzsche could feel the heat from the carved vial filled with blood seeping through his clothes, followed by a series of magical reactions:

His and Hermione's magic flowed back and forth into each other's bodies, like lying on a beach, being washed by warm seawater again and again.

When the other person's fingertips touched his cheek, he could clearly feel a ticklish sensation, like being brushed against by brown curly hair.

“Don’t worry, we’re not at school, so even if we get caught, we won’t lose points,” Nietzsche said in a low voice.

Although he said that, he still kept an eye on Professor Snape sleeping by the wall in the living room. Whenever the other man yawned, turned around, or got up to get a glass of water, he could see the two of them behaving absurdly in the moonlight.

However, amidst the worry and tension, there's always a little bit of excitement...

Nietzsche: I must be sick.

"Really? Then why didn't you say that when you were at my house?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

“That’s different. You’d get ‘expelled’ then,” Nietzsche said glibly. “Headmaster Granger is very strict. If he hears any noise from the night, there’s nothing I can do.”

So Hermione gave him a light peck and said with a grin, "You're smart to know what's good for you."

Since he was already there, and Nietzsche didn't want to have lipstick marks all over his face the next morning, he took her wrist and turned around to introduce his 'experimental progress' and the theory of potion deduction. However, he was quickly stunned.

The room was only lit by moonlight, so anything that shone even slightly would be very noticeable.

The water bottle, encased in a vacuum bubble, emitted faint fluorescent light... as if the liquid inside was absorbing moonlight.

No wonder, this rented house was used by Nie to observe the Dursleys and make potions, to avoid being discovered... He's so stupid, of course he couldn't tell during the day, because wolfsbane is stimulated by the 'full moon'.

Nietzsche suddenly recalled Professor Snape's bedtime murmur: 'Lacking a certain quality.'

“It’s moonlight!” Nietzsche and Hermione exclaimed in unison.

He was so excited that he didn't care if the noise would wake the professor. He hugged Hermione's left cheek and gave her a quick kiss. But that wasn't enough. Looking at the girl's bewildered face, he then stamped his right cheek with his own kiss.

Hmm, it's symmetrical now, that feels good...

"I understand, I understand everything." Nietzsche ignored her shyness, his eyes fixed only on the bottle of poisoned water that emitted a dim blue light. "Hermione, you've come at just the right time!"

Other girls might feel a little emotional when they suddenly lose sight of their boyfriends, but Hermione wouldn't. She actually found Nietzsche's excitement at finding the clue rather... cute?

She wiped the drool from her face and said with a smile, "You have to admit something."

"what?"

"I am your lucky charm."

(???w??)??

Nietzsche certainly didn't deny this; if Hermione hadn't secretly knocked on the window at night and hadn't been so eager to sneak out, he probably would have stayed in the dead end for a while longer.

Therefore, he simply remained silent in the face of Hermione's smugness... and silence was tantamount to acquiescence.

"Is there any potion that can absorb moonlight or requires moonlight?" Nietzsche then posed a crucial question, "The eyes of a Moonfox?"

Moon-obsessed creatures have a strange fascination with the moon. They stand upright on their hind legs under the moonlight and dance like humans, leaving strange patterns on the ground.

For example, the crop circles that fascinate Muggles are left by the Moonfox with its big feet.

“It’s an eel’s eye.” Hermione pondered for a moment, then continued, “Let me think… maybe it’s placing the cauldron under the bright moonlight and standing it in the eel’s eye.”

“But eel eyeballs are used as an ingredient in making a treatment for magical skin diseases like 'flower-scattering eczema',” Nietzsche said.

"But you've got one thing wrong. The way to treat this medicine is to take a toad's liver, apply it to the throat, and stand naked in the eyes of an eel when the sun and moon are shining brightly... Everyone has their own expertise, my dear. I memorized it long ago when I was in St. Mungo's."

This is a habit that even Snape didn't realize. When making a potion, the effects of the ingredients are always included, and over time, this leads to a misconception.

With Hermione's prompting, the potion-making steps were quickly completed.

Nietzsche lit the fire, ground the herbs, and chopped them with a cutting spell, while Hermione began adding water, putting the ingredients in order, and stirring.

Throughout the entire production process, the two did not exchange a single word. They simply took the items and put them in naturally, while the other person continued to prepare the next required item. Their cooperation was flawless.

In the final step, Nietzsche placed the eel's eyeballs into an empty potion bottle and put it in front of Hermione, where the countless eyes stared at the cauldron.

As she said, eel eyes, though used in healing potions, were intended for something special that could not be touched.

The moonlight, which normally could not be gathered, began to change under the direct gaze of these eyes: faint blue spots of light began to appear in the purple solution.

The spots of light gradually dispersed as the grapevine wand stirred them, and Nietzsche looked through the rising steam and found that the solution had turned bluish-green.

Hermione took a bottle of water, dripped the potion into it, and gently shook the round-bottomed beaker. In the moonlight, another bottle of transparent solution emitting a blue glow appeared on the round table.

The flames died down, and the Full Moon Potion was complete!

“Eel eyes can collect intangible things.” Nietzsche rubbed his eyes and realized it wasn’t a dream. “Moonlight…moonlight attracts wolfsbane, so we can eliminate it by doing the opposite.”

Voldemort probably never imagined that in a Muggle house not far from Privet Drive, two young wizards would deduce his poison.

Full Moon Potion... Voldemort truly deserves his title as a potion genius; he actually managed to think of using moonlight to awaken Wolfsbane.

"So what name do you plan to give the antidote?" Hermione asked curiously, wiping the steam from her face.

"Dark Moon Potion".

(Werewolf, take my Darkmoon Greatsword!)

Chapter 296 May the Stars Guide You

Nietzsche had never slept so soundly, like a baby without a care in the world, so much so that when he was woken up, he still had a silly grin on his face. The air was fresher, the sunlight brighter, only Snape's face was darker...

The next morning, Hermione was nowhere to be found, and the solution in the crucible had returned to its dull, unremarkable state during the day.

"Your and Miss Granger's masterpiece last night?" Snape was looking down at the new entries in his notes.

It not only contains the newly added steps, but also the reasoning about the ingredients of the antidote.

“Couldn’t I have made it myself…” Nietzsche said, yawning.

“As you said, Mr. Holmes, this isn’t a school, so I can’t deduct points. Besides, you’re the ‘principal’ here,” the professor said casually, stamping his foot on the floor.

This startled Nietzsche, instantly erasing his lingering attachment to the dream.

What else is there to explain? Obviously, the professor heard everything he and Hermione made last night. He awkwardly looked away, eliminating any possibility of making eye contact with the professor.

However, Professor Snape wasn't going to let him off the hook, and continued in a sarcastic tone, "Why don't you put a bed upstairs, so you don't make any more wet noises tonight..."

Damn it, it seems Professor Yi even heard the kiss.

"I'm sacrificing my life!" Nietzsche said, head bowed, still trying to justify himself.

“Yes, how about I have Minister Fudge bring you an award?” Snape seemed to be in a good mood, and he was unusually talkative. “How about calling it the ‘Endurance Award’… no, that’s not quite right, since you seem to enjoy it.”

Even if Nietzsche had the thickest skin, he could only blush and shut his mouth after being subjected to such a sharp remark.

Just then, Mavolo came over, carrying a cloth bag containing bread and several bottles of milk. He stood furtively at the door, looking around suspiciously. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was doing something shady.

Once a symbol of death in the magical world, he now resembles a corporate slave running around like a headless chicken... and one who hasn't even been paid by his boss.

And so a strange scene unfolded: the most unpopular professor, the student who held real power in the British magical world, and the wizard who was a Horcrux, all three of them were sitting soberly on the same sofa having breakfast.

Their shadows, sitting side by side, were reflected in front of them on the unplugged television screen.

"So... have you thought about the antidote? You should know that our ability to replicate the 'Full Moon Potion' is just the beginning." Marvolo sucked on the bread crumbs left on his fingers, a ring of white moisture still around his lips.

The key point is moonlight, or more precisely, the moon itself, but Nietzsche couldn't very well shatter the moon, could he?

Moreover, he had already thought this through. The deeper issue of werewolves is their uncontrollable animal instincts, so an activator ingredient is needed, and the influence of moonlight on wolf venom must be eliminated.