Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Two strawberry and nut sundaes, please." Nietzsche rushed into the Fosco ice cream shop, then turned to Hermione and said, "The prefect is treating."

Hermione smiled helplessly, rummaged through her rattling purse for a long time, and finally pulled out a few silver sieves.

The two first went to the Magical Animals Store because Hermione was worried that Mr. Granger would feed the Crookshanks mixed-breed Persian cat into a fat orange tabby, so she bought some expensive cat food to send back to school later.

Along the way, Nietzsche also saw the Weasley twins and Jordan Lee jumping and playing in front of the Magical Joke Shop, so it seemed that the Weasley family had also come over.

Even more surprisingly, they also saw Petunia and Dudley. Mrs. Weasley, who was with the two Muggles, didn't seem very willing, because when she saw Nietzsche and Hermione, she immediately abandoned her mother and son and ran over.

"Why is Mrs. Dursley out here too?" Hermione asked in surprise.

“Ah… Professor Dumbledore asked her to come along, and to be honest, I don’t like her…” Molly Weasley seemed reluctant to mention Petunia, always revealing her dissatisfaction quite bluntly.

No sooner had Mrs. Weasley left than Nietzsche saw Dudley curiously take the biscuit from the Weasley twins' hands. As soon as he ate it, feathers sprouted all over his body, making him look like a plump hen, which amused the others.

Penny was startled and hurriedly asked the Weasley twins and Jordan Lee to restore her son to normal.

"Change him back! Change him back!" she shouted.

"Don't be so boring, it'll get better in a while... I sold the canary cookie idea to the boss, after all," George said with a grin. "See, it's nothing..."

George and Fred also ate the feather-shaped biscuits, so Dudley not only didn't return to his original form, but also gained several free-range chickens around him.

The commotion made Mrs. Weasley rush back, transform her wand into a broom, and angrily swing it at them: "You lot! How many times have I told you—no pranks on Muggles!"

Then a comedic scene unfolded in front of Nietzsche and Hermione:

Mrs. Dursley wanted to beat up George and Fred, but not only were their hair deformed, but beaks also grew on their faces, and she couldn't tell who the people in front of her were.

"Stop hitting him! Mom, you're hitting Dudley Dursley!"

"No, no, I am Daddy."

“You are Fred... I am George, he is Dudley.”

The scene became chaotic, with feathers flying everywhere, making the wizards who had just come out of the magic joke shop burst into laughter.

“He…are all your sons like this?” Penny said awkwardly, stopping Mrs. Weasley, who was gesturing to wave a broom, so as not to hurt her son who was among them.

“Not entirely. My youngest son, Ronnie, is very obedient, and my eldest and second eldest sons are also excellent students. Only these two rascals are exceptions,” Molly Dursley said breathlessly.

Perhaps he misjudged her, but Nietzsche suddenly realized that Penny seemed to have gotten used to this kind of startled life.

“Well, boys are always a bit mischievous, and Dudley was quite naughty at school too.” Penny hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I thought you wizards would educate your children… um… a bit more like Black?”

"So you see, the Black family is down to just Harry's godfather. Sigh, they're just like Arthur."

That gaze and the occasional glimpse of indifference made Penny suddenly realize that wizards weren't so great after all; they were just like ordinary people, with their own troubles and busy with the trivialities of life.

After seeing that there were no problems, Nietzsche pulled Hermione into Flourish and Blotts across the street.

“So, Harry Potter and I are Gryffindor prefects then,” Hermione said, picking through a book on defense of magic from the shelf. “Looks like the headmaster intends to teach him some responsibility.”

Perhaps Harry still has some regrets, but he doesn't need to envy others. The family and friends surrounding him will be a powerful force.

Is it because of a prophecy?

Nietzsche silently waved his wand, pulling books from the bookshelf one by one.

"What are you doing with so many books? We only have two new textbooks this semester..." Hermione pulled out the school's shopping list and checked it again.

“Doesn’t Marvolo have to go to school too? Or are you expecting him to stay put in the Muggle world?” Nicholas used a Summoning Charm to stack the books into a pyramid. “I don’t think Dumbledore will buy him anything nice.”

Those two are already doing well if they don't argue much when they meet.

Chapter 306 What a refreshing day!

The Leaky Cauldron is at its liveliest at night, where Muggles and wizards in outlandish costumes gather to play Goblin and have drinking contests, just like a tavern from Lord of the Rings, filled with noisy dwarves.

Wizards who had finished work or left the Ministry of Magic would also come here for a few drinks. Nietzsche even saw Daphne sitting at the bar, chuckling to herself.

"Tsk, I always see just the two of you whenever I come out," she said with a mischievous grin. "Hannah from Hufflepuff said you're planning to stay here another night..."

“Shut up!” Hermione said irritably, puffing out her chest deliberately. “I can’t believe Astoria and you are sisters.”

The sparkling brooch drew Nietzsche's attention, but after a few glances, he quickly looked away, thinking to himself: She's a year older than me, so she must be sixteen this year and about to become an adult.

Time always flies. Amidst the music and sparkling wine, the Hermione he remembered gradually overlapped with the Hermione before him. Only then did he realize how much she had changed.

Looking at Daphne's thin and tired face now, who would have thought that she was once at odds with the two of them?

"A prefect, huh? What's so great about that?" Daphne pouted, showing no sign of backing down. "Sorry, I'm a Slytherin prefect this year too."

Nietzsche glanced at it quickly, his mind flashing only to words like 'barren' and 'hard soil'.

Poor thing... Hermione has already surpassed her by so much, not just in terms of her conduct as a prefect... But then again, can emotions really affect physical development?

"So where do you live now?" Hermione asked softly as she approached the other person after taking the drink that had been automatically flown to her.

“I definitely can’t go back to the Greengrass family home, since I’m working for the Ministry of Magic now, so I don’t have to worry about having nowhere to go,” Daphne muttered, leaning on the table and squinting.

She doesn't seem like a student at all now; she seems more like an overworked office worker drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

But as the dim light swayed in, Nietzsche's dreamy eyes showed no confusion, or rather... she was happier than before, a satisfied joy emanating from the corners of her mouth.

"I really envy you..."

"What?" Hermione turned her head in surprise, thinking she had misheard.

“An equal...you...him.” Daphne pulled the straw from her cocktail and gestured back and forth between the two of them. “But I can’t. I have to protect Astoria, and I’m also being driven by the glory of my family.”

The alcohol made her skin feel hot, like a blazing fire.

Not only her, but many people, many like her, were driven for various reasons, like kindling being sent into the great flame called 'Nietzsche'.

"Come on, you're a class monitor now, but I'm not," Nietzsche interjected, his light laughter dispelling the other's frustrated sentiments. "Perhaps I lack the quality of 'following the rules'."

Daphne paused for a moment, then said, "Oh? That's quite unexpected. Well, you'd better not let me find out you've broken any school rules, or I'll put you in solitary confinement... I won't bother you two anymore~"

She left, stood up, picked up her wine glass, smiled again, and walked over to the witches who had just entered.

Nietzsche looked at Daphne's swaying back and, strangely enough, felt that she resembled a dog covered in dust, tail between its legs, running away.

After seven o'clock in the evening, when Nietzsche closed the bedroom door and watched Hermione fall onto the soft bed with her arms outstretched, he was just a moment ago marveling at the hard-won friendship between Slytherin and Gryffindor, but now he was acting silly again.

Should I go to bed or not?

Nietzsche glanced at the cushions by the fireplace; if needed, he could also make do on the floor for the night.

"I have to get up early to catch the train tomorrow, I'd better go to sleep early." Hermione put her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the overhead light. "Uh... I think having a little drink before bed wouldn't be bad, anyway, Mom and Dad won't know..."

She laughed because there were already so many things her parents didn't know, and now there was one more.

Hermione removed her wizard robes and leather boots, crawled into bed, and then wriggled, kicking out her loose tracksuit trousers with her small feet clad in white socks.

"Hey! The last person to lie down, turn off the light!" She turned her head, pulled the blanket up, and said fiercely.

"I know...wait?" Nietzsche instantly realized, "Yes, sir!"

He turned off the lights, took off his clothes, and pounced in one fluid motion, completely disregarding any previous options. In the dim light of the fireplace embers, he felt as if ants were crawling inside him—an itch he couldn't scratch.

Nietzsche had never felt this way before. After a long time, he still couldn't fall asleep, so he turned around to peek at Hermione to see if she was asleep, and was almost startled.

Hermione wasn't asleep either; she was lying on her side, her chocolate-colored eyes still staring intently at him.

The bed wasn't small; it could comfortably hold a story. But it wasn't big either. Hermione could turn to the side, bend her legs, and her knees could touch his stomach—it was far too narrow...

"You..." She blinked, her voice becoming very soft with embarrassment, "If you can't sleep, why don't you help me with the laundry first?"

"Do you want to listen to what you're saying?" Nietzsche turned his head, continued staring blankly at the ceiling, and silently arched his body outwards. "As long as you don't have the habit of kicking your legs in your sleep, it's fine."

Is there any necessary connection between not being able to sleep and doing laundry?

“My parents are both doctors, I don’t think it has anything to do with it…” Hermione kicked him angrily and stammered as she explained, “Actually… I knew it, that’s why I was prepared to be there.”

"What?" Nietzsche couldn't deduce this strange logic.

"It's just a natural bodily reaction, right?"

He broke down. Seriously, the brain blockade couldn't hold for another second and was completely disintegrated.

“I… Herm! Who do you think I am?!” Nietzsche shouted, clutching the blanket. “Even if I couldn’t resist, I wouldn’t do such a thing, not even if you allowed it, unless it was you!”

Oh no, he seems to have blurted out his true feelings...

Nietzsche glanced guiltily at Hermione beside his pillow, swallowed hard, and recalled Occlumency in his mind. Hermione, on the other hand, froze, as if she had been scared out of her wits. She then pulled the blanket over her face.

Calmness and rationality returned to his mind. Oh well, he should just go back to sleep. Spending the night with Hermione was enough to enjoy.

Nietzsche didn't think about it, but as soon as he yawned, he felt something heavy on him... Crookshanks? No, Crookshanks was still at Granger's house, but he didn't dare to think about the 'cat' sitting on him.

“Remember, this is what you owe me,” Hermione said, and then bit down.

Two water snakes crawled out of the abyss and fought each other until they ran out of oxygen, at which point they separated.

The silky texture brushed against his skin, yet this sturgeon willingly allowed himself to be caught by the cunning fisherman. An uncontrollable pleasure broke through the shackles of the brain-sealing technique, filling his entire body with his blood and causing him to tremble.

This bed, which is just big enough for two people, is actually meant for people to overlap.

The next morning, Nietzsche opened his eyes, awakened by his alarm clock. He had never felt so refreshed, as if all his previous days had been wasted. He was just a little out of breath... Oh, it was Hermione pressing on his chest. It was alright now.

The two were unusually quiet, each packing their own things.

Before leaving, Nietzsche, carrying his bag, glanced at the discarded undergarments on the ground...

"You don't want it anymore?"

"You can have it if you want it! You bastard!"

(Boss, you know me, I usually prefer to be passive.)

Chapter 307 A Different New Semester

Nietzsche slept soundly that night, but he still gave up on washing before leaving...

Fourth grade seemed like a watershed moment; after that, the whole world changed. At King's Cross Station, you could see many more security personnel, some from the Ministry of Magic's reconnaissance teams, and others from Muggles in white armor.

“It’s a good thing that the Prime Minister has weapons that can deal with wizards,” Hermione said quietly as she looked at the terrifying, magically charged gun barrels.

With these new weapons, the Death Eaters dared not act rashly for the time being, and weighed their own strength first.

They boarded the train and sat down in the compartment closest to the class's longest carriage. The train slowly started moving, and the whistle sounded, urging the remaining students on the platform to say goodbye to their families and hurriedly board.

During this time, Nietzsche saw Mavolo standing blankly at the train entrance, carrying a small suitcase, looking lost and helpless.