Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Don't let him teach you bad habits."

But Hermione seems to have gotten it backwards—it's a miracle that Marvolo didn't go astray with Nietzsche.

Chapter 323 Harry: Actually, Snape wasn't that bad.

The professors would huddle together and complain about Umbridge's domineering behavior at school whenever they had the chance: "I was bothered today... I was interrogated yesterday... The Ministry of Magic's special investigators were unhappy with something again..."

In the days that followed, Nietzsche would see a pink-spotted shadow randomly appearing in other classrooms, and this perplexing behavior continued until the beginning of October.

He'd rather spend his time tidying up his own 'office' than observe a bug yearning to crawl back to the center of power.

Yes, it's a small, dedicated room, but the only downside is that it's next to Umbridge's office, so...

"Not bad, at least the guy guarding the trapdoor has three heads." Harry joked as he used the Summoning Charm to control the office desk, "Table, fly here!"

"what!"

The table flew in as expected, but the one who suffered was Simo, who happened to be passing by, and was hit squarely on the back.

Hermione, on the other hand, adopted the air of a prefect on patrol, putting her hands behind her back and looking around the extravagantly decorated office with an envious gaze. If not, heaven would have thought this was Nietzsche's office:

The chairs were moved from the Slytherin common room; the eight corners of the chandelier were eagle heads, and even Cho Chang himself didn't know where they came from; the murals and carpets were Hufflepuff; as for Gryffindor...

Lavender and Parvati stated that they had sent out the Gryffindor prefect.

The gift from the Gryffindor prefect was far more valuable than expected—several stacks of Ministry of Magic documents that were enough to give anyone a headache just looking at them, along with a small seal.

“This is a private office!” Hermione said sullenly.

"Ok, I know."

“Even I don’t have one! I’m the class monitor!” she emphasized again and again.

Nietzsche noticed that she kept blinking; it seemed she was really craving it.

"What, is the prefect going to unleash his power, kick me out, and then take over this place for himself?" he said with a smile.

“I will!” Hermione stood in front of him and made a solemn vow. “If I ever become the headmaster, I will put a sign on the door of this office that says ‘Headmaster’s Office’ and throw all your things out.”

How scary!

Pulling open the lever door, the formerly dirty slide has been transformed into a movable spiral stone staircase, which makes it easier for everyone to come and go.

“It would be even better if Umbridge’s office were in the basement,” Harley said maliciously, pounding on the thick brick wall. “If you ask me, she’s the only one who can disgust Snape right now.”

"You still hate him that much?" Neville struggled to move the bookshelf over, asking breathlessly, "Didn't you say that Snape once..."

The tall bookshelf leaned against the spot where Harry had just patted. Hermione waved her wand, and more than fifty spellbooks automatically lined up and flew in from the doorway, filling the bookshelf.

“But he deserved it!” Harry interrupted his friend. “He’d rather believe a little Death Eater than…you know?”

“You’re jealous of Malfoy,” Ginny said calmly from the side.

“I’ll eat his? Ha! I just hate that he always brings up my mother.” Ha gestured with his fingers and continued, “Maybe my mother chose my father because of him.”

Neville pretended not to hear and remained silent, and Nietzsche didn't speak rashly either; it was better to leave this matter to Ginny.

Ginny gave the group an apologetic look, then forcefully shoved a copy of "The Flying Broomstick Care Manual" into Harry's arms, like a chili pepper—just the right amount of spiciness, adding a touch of flavor.

“Actually, Ron is the least outstanding one in the family. He’s not as smart as his older brothers, nor as lively as George and Fred. Do you know why he always manages to play with us?” Ginny said. “He learns.”

“Ron’s grades aren’t much better than mine…” Harry retorted.

“But he’s currently training to be a Quidditch goalkeeper, trying to catch up with my two brothers and you… I mean, Snape doesn’t care what you think right now, you have to learn to prove yourself.”

Ni looked at the red-haired girl in front of him with a look of amazement.

“Don’t forget that Ginny used to be a Harry Potter fan. She knows Harry inside and out.” Hermione seemed to read his mind, so she put her arm around his shoulder and whispered.

Ahem, I see. Nietzsche thought that the youngest Weasley had some extraordinary talent.

Harry was a prefect, but in Professor Snape's eyes, he wasn't qualified enough. After all, the professor considered the title of 'prefect' to be Dumbledore's capricious act, and it was really no different from not having it at all.

But in this brief moment of thought, Nietzsche paused for a rare moment: Was this exactly what Dumbledore was doing?

Good heavens, truly good heavens! The principal's grasp of human nature is so subtle that he can manipulate everything in a positive direction with just a gentle push... Nietzsche said he had learned a new skill once again.

“As a prefect, you should learn something, right?” Hermione followed up.

“Quidditch, I know that well,” Harry said.

It's safe to say that this is the only thing he can be proud of, but...

Nietzsche roared inwardly: Are you kidding me?! Your father, James Potter, was also a Quidditch master. Are you bragging about this in front of Snape because you think you're too old?!

He was certain that if Harry really provoked him with Quidditch, Snape might actually be able to do something Voldemort couldn't.

Wait a minute, let him think about it... Can the protection of ancient magic block poison?

“Potions,” Nietzsche offered a helping hand at the crucial moment. “The only place you can take revenge on Snape is through potions.”

By connecting Snape's attitude with his disappointment in Harry, it's not hard to guess that Lily may have once been a Potions prodigy.

Hermione became alert, knowing full well that Nietzsche wasn't kind enough to matchmake the professor and student who were already at odds with each other.

“Even if I memorize the whole book, he might still find some excuses.” But Harry’s tone was noticeably hesitant, which meant he was weighing his options, “because Petunia said that Snape and my mother knew each other long before they started school.”

Is it a matter of how long it takes...?

This is an extra thing to consider, because Snape knew James Potter and Lily much earlier, so he had the most regrets and resentments. Thinking of this, Nietzsche suddenly pointed at Harry.

"you're right."

"You mean 'serves it'?" Harry didn't hold back his sharp tongue.

“That’s right!” Nietzsche clapped his hands heavily. “It’s exactly what you mean by ‘serves him right.’ When Snape entered Slytherin, Voldemort was at the height of his power. He must have done something… That’s your advantage!”

"So I don't have to learn potions anymore?"

“No, you still need to learn, but you don’t need to worry about the results being bad.” Nietzsche stroked his chin, revealing a sly smile, as if he had everyone’s thoughts under his control.

At this point, Neville chimed in, "I had a herbalist's book last term, Harry, you should take a look."

Harry walked away with a worried look on his face, probably discussing the upcoming Potions tutoring.

“You want to exploit the title of ‘Savior’,” Hermione said, standing aside after they had moved to the other side to continue moving things.

Nietzsche stared at her speechlessly. In fact, he no longer needed to use Harry Potter's name. He should leave this rare opportunity to Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, as a gesture of humility on his part.

“Not close enough,” he said, shaking his head.

"It can't be Snape, can it? He's already helping us, isn't he?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

“But he didn’t cut ties cleanly enough…” Nietzsche sighed wistfully, his shoulders slumping to the sides. “Hemien, Goyle, Crabbe, and all the other Death Eaters, big and small, are dead, but why is Draco nowhere to be seen during the summer vacation?”

Humans are complex, and every choice is always accompanied by too many unknown factors.

Fine, let Snape regain the power of choice this time.

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(Sorry for the late chapter. I spent the whole day visiting relatives and didn't get home until 11 pm to finish this. That means there will be a double update on the 16th. Of course, the regular update schedule will gradually resume later.)

Chapter 324 Detention and Imprisonment

Perhaps Umbridge had observed enough, for the next day a new notice was posted at Hogwarts:

Please have Blaise Sabine, Milison Burst, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, and others come to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for questioning by a special investigator from the Ministry of Magic.

However, the time was not specified. This was not because Umbridge was stupid enough to forget to write it down, but because in the days following the issuance of this notice, even the most basic class time ceased to exist, and they could be summoned at any time.

Perhaps it was a herbalism lesson, or maybe a metamorphosis lesson...

"Mr. Sabine, come out here for a moment." During Charms class, Umbridge suddenly pushed open the door, rushed into the classroom, and gave the unfortunate boy a command.

Professor Flitwick sat on a high chair piled with three books, his expression less than friendly due to the abrupt interruption of his lecture, and impatiently twirled his wand in his right hand.

Today's unlucky guy is Blaise, and this is his fifth time being summoned.

“Professor Umbridge, I have already made it very clear that I have no connection with the Death Eaters!” Blaise said sullenly, his backside glued to the chair, unwilling to get up.

“Good boy, of course you’re fine. I’d like to learn more about Mrs. Sabine. Come here.”

However, Blaise didn't move. He first lowered his head and ground his teeth, then turned his head to look at Professor Flitwick.

"Can I take this as a refusal to be summoned?" Umbridge raised an eyebrow and said in a coquettish voice, "Refusing a summons from the Ministry of Magic will affect your danger assessment and could potentially lead to expulsion~"

"Alright, he'll go after class, and the Ministry of Magic has no authority to expel students," Professor Flitwick said.

Umbridge covered his mouth and let out a very fake laugh, which made the professor's beard twitch with anger. Blaise Sabini eventually left, allowing the remaining few to catch their breath.

The only thing worth noting is the 'danger assessment,' which sounds very authoritarian; Nietzsche seems to have gone a bit too far with Umbridge.

Harry wasn't in much better shape. He needed to resolve his potions dilemma before Halloween, and his reluctant yet compelled manner of learning made him look no different from a prisoner.

Slytherin's group faced Umbridge, while Harry faced Nietzsche.

"You don't need to be too demanding. Just raise your Potions grades to an excellent level for the Owls exams." After class, Nietzsche would return to his temporary office on the fourth floor to help with tutoring.

Harry's schedule was almost always set after Quidditch practice. His cloak was soaked with rain, and his glasses were fogged up due to the temperature difference between the castle and the outside world.

"Only?" Harry said coldly.

"Hermione and I are already at NEWTs level."

Harry opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, his expression confused, as if he didn't know what to say.

"The Practical Potions Master is an academic journal. Although your foundation isn't too bad, Snape can still easily find fault with you using this journal..." Nietzsche waved his wand lightly, and several books wobbled down from the bookshelf.

Silent spellcasting isn't difficult for commonly used spells; it's just a matter of changing memorization to silent recitation.

This was originally just something that could be mastered through practice, but it still made Harry exclaim in surprise. Then, as if he had been stimulated, he lowered his head and sighed to himself.

While having Harry memorize the potion, Nietzsche explained the steps in detail. His thinking was very clear, and he even listed the meaning of each potion ingredient and its corresponding spell.

"Flux... Flux means flow, and the magic it contains in Polyjuice Potion is 'body variability'." Harry felt like his mind had been opened up. "Memorizing potions this way is so much easier than rote memorization."

"Rote memorization? Potions is the subject that requires the most logical thinking. Just a little practice is enough..." Nietzsche scoffed.

"Hermione, she has a unique magic that allows her to memorize half a spellbook in one night."

Nietzsche instantly suppressed the chuckle that had been escaping his throat and fell into a brief silence.