Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Chapter 341 On Granger's Little Schemes

Unlike the original world, in this world, Mr. Granger dropped his daughter off at the Leaky Cauldron and left. Although he seemed very worried, he stopped at the entrance of Diagon Alley because of his Muggle status.

So, Nietzsche actually influenced more than just Hermione?

However, it is certain that Nietzsche was not used to the filth and disorder of the Leaky Cauldron, and he only revealed himself after he pushed Granger through the stone door of the Leaky Cauldron hastily.

"Let's go to Gringotts to exchange the money first," he said calmly, without feeling any guilt, as it was something she owed him.

“You’re neither a dark wizard nor someone from the Ministry of Magic, so how did you suddenly end up in my house?” Granger asked, sizing up the young Nietzsche beside him as he walked toward Gringotts.

Her hair was just past her chin, and her bangs were level with her eyebrows. Her sky-blue eyes subconsciously reminded her of the principal. She also had a gold pocket watch around her neck, with the hands replaced by an hourglass.

Granger mentally assessed her—she was quite attractive.

"It's a long story."

“Then let’s get to the point!” She stood in front of Gringotts, shaking the purse in her hand as a threat.

Nietzsche's lips twitched. Clearly, every Granger was stubborn and had a cat-like curiosity about the truth. This persistence and curiosity combined... truly befitting the Lion of Gryffindor.

“I set a trap for Voldemort and other enemies, and caused a huge explosion at the Ministry of Magic... which caused me to get lost in time travel,” he said calmly.

Granger, having heard part of the truth, was so shocked she couldn't speak; she pointed at him with her finger.

"A mysterious person? You ambushed a mysterious person?" Her tone became noticeably rougher. "Ah no, you mean the mysterious person is still alive? No, no, that's true... but how did you end up in my room after traveling through time?"

"It's probably related to you." He waved his wand, directing the small purse to smash onto a goblin's head.

That's a good question, because even Nietzsche wasn't sure.

Granger isn't worth much money, only about thirty Galleons, which is still a huge sum for an average wizarding family.

As the girl walked out of Gringotts carrying her jingling purse, she attracted the attention of many wizards as she passed the intersection of Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley.

"I need your help... with your time converter."

“I don’t have a time converter, I don’t even know what that is,” Granger said cautiously.

“It’s alright, you’ll have it when school starts.” Nietzsche blinked. “I have to borrow the time-tamper that the Ministry of Magic gave you to go back. Of course, to express my gratitude, I’ll leave mine with you.”

In fact, he was simply returning the item to its rightful owner.

Granger was stunned by this series of news, after all, this was her first time encountering 'time travel', but Nietzsche, who already knew the script, knew that this would not be her last.

"You and Voldemort died together?" she said, dazed, momentarily forgetting that she had changed her form of address.

"Not quite accurate... I only faked my death, and according to Death, Voldemort doesn't seem to be dead either... but it's said that his current state is probably worse than death." Nietzsche deliberately revealed a sinister smile, scaring away some of the thieves.

The faked death was intended to lower the guard of the Prime Minister and Moriarty.

Even if Voldemort was neither dead nor alive, the other Aurors and the Stormtroopers would assume that he and Moran had perished together with Voldemort.

He couldn't help but wonder: I wonder if Dobby has already completed Order 66, killing them and clearing the way for Councilor Lockhart to become the new Wizard Prime Minister.

“Death…Grim Reaper?” she stammered.

“Don’t be afraid, he’s just a chatterbox.” Nietzsche suddenly stopped in front of Madame Malkin’s robe shop and tugged at Granger’s clothes.

The girl subconsciously forgot how much she initially disliked him. With descriptions of him tripping up Voldemort and time travel, his image suddenly became lofty—a hero?

Well, his character doesn't seem very good. He's half hero, half villain, and a bit crazy.

"So, you'll have to come to school with me?" The girl put away her purse and said weakly, "I don't have that much money."

“So what do you want? Just say it,” Nietzsche said impatiently, arms crossed. “Don’t expect me to turn stones into gold. If I could, I wouldn’t be asking you for help.”

"Since you dared to go up against Voldemort, you must have some impressive skills..."

Nietzsche could hear Granger's scheme even if he went to Hogsmeade.

"Crushing Heart Curse, Killing Curse, Imperius Curse... Which one do you want to learn?" He rolled his eyes and rattled off a list of dark magic spells.

“Wait! I’m talking about academics!” Granger stamped his foot, mentally lowering his opinion of Nietzsche again. “I’ve enrolled in all the courses, I definitely don’t have that much time.”

The opening line is the Three Unforgivable Curses, befitting a student who has been exposed by Voldemort several times.

Seeing Nietzsche silently rush into Madame Malkin's robe shop, Granger followed closely behind, saying, "Hey! You..."

It wasn't that Nietzsche didn't want to teach or make the deal with her; it was just that he couldn't get over a hurdle in his heart: if he taught Granger, wouldn't that be laying the groundwork for Granger to bully him in the future?

He never wanted to do something that would backfire, but this time it seemed he had no choice.

"How about Potions?" Nietzsche suddenly had a good idea. He was good at more than just spells. So he said sincerely, "I am a Slytherin student. With me here, I guarantee Snape won't cause you any trouble."

The first thing in a collaboration is sincerity, and he also needs Granger to let down his guard.

Madame Malkin came over and started measuring Nietzsche with a tape measure. At this moment, the two of them stopped discussing certain sensitive issues.

"Potions Mastery? Sure," Granger said.

"Okay, then you pay."

"That's the money I owe you from selling the owl as a gift!"

Granger's impression of Nietzsche has evolved from a blood-soaked fugitive to a hero who dared to confront Voldemort, until now he has been reduced to a madman.

Despite thinking this way, she still obediently paid the money.

Chapter 342 Nietzsche's Bizarre Adventure

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Because Granger couldn't afford an owl, Nietzsche compensated her by finding her a Persian cat with raccoon ancestry.

After that, he accompanied Granger and Harry and Ron from another world to go shopping before returning home. On the night before school started, Nietzsche hid in his bedroom, took out a cauldron and prepared the raw materials to start brewing potions.

"Lavender...mint...Crooked Mountain, don't eat my crocodile heart!" Nietzsche slapped away the furtive cat's paw.

Crookshanks lightly flicked him with his tail. If he hadn't smelled that familiar scent on him, he wouldn't have been carried into Granger's arms.

In fact, it was just strolling around Diagon Alley yesterday when Nietzsche caught it and took it back to the Fantastic Beasts Pet Shop—a truly undeserved misfortune.

Of course, little Granger didn't know this; she thought she was just lucky to have stumbled upon Crook Hill, which was hard to sell.

Wisps of smoke rose from the girl's simple bedroom window, carrying the sweet scent of lavender, while Crookshan stared intently at the evenly chopped pieces of meat on the cutting board.

However, Granger couldn't sit still when Nietzsche put in the ground mint leaves.

"Why are the mint leaves dried?" She picked up Crookshan and threw them onto her bed.

“Dried mint leaves are milder in flavor than fresh mint leaves… Think about it, would you like to add such a pungent ingredient to your broth?” Nietzsche remained unfazed, as if sprinkling salt into his words.

In his eyes, this sacred art of potions seemed to have become a cooking art.

“Taste! You’re just doing it for the taste!” Granger said incredulously. “I mean, even though some potions taste awful, wouldn’t drastically changing the ingredients render the potion ineffective?”

Nietzsche shook his head slightly. It seemed that Granger was still too restrained and inflexible at this stage.

"What do you think potion science is? Magic exists in everything. The magic contained in dried mint and fresh mint is the same. Rather than saying that potion science is rigorous, it is more accurate to say that the way of controlling magic is rigorous."

He paused, then continued, "Moonlight, the sun, morning dew... anything you know can have different effects depending on your beliefs, just like..."

"Like magic?" Granger belatedly realized and picked up the conversation.

She grasped it quickly, but her face still revealed confusion and discomfort, as if she were fighting against a new world.

In fact, Nietzsche understood her well. Granger clearly regarded potion science as a kind of magical chemistry, since potion science requires controlling the dosage of raw materials and the different reactions that occur after dissolving them in water.

But one day Granger didn't understand: Potions is ultimately a manifestation of magic.

Different magical effects interact with each other, the wand used to stir guides the magic, and magic is the manifestation of will, thus it is also the source of the different effects produced by the raw materials from a semiotic point of view.

“That’s right, that’s magic, that’s why ordinary people can never make potions,” Nietzsche said softly.

“Oh, so what I learned before doesn’t actually apply to wizards… I thought…” Granger seemed a little discouraged; she had probably fallen into a misconception.

"No, no, no! This doesn't mean those things are useless, they just need to be neutralized." He tapped his head and said confidently, "Important magical effects won't conflict."

Who says Muggle thinking is ineffective? He deciphered the secret of wolfsbane through logical reasoning!

It must be said that Granger has an incredible photographic memory when it comes to learning... Not only that, he also diligently records these knowledge points.

While Nietzsche was making himself a sobering and mind-clearing agent, he also supplemented Granger with many things that were not mentioned in the textbook, including but not limited to: if he found the Bone Elixir too unpleasant to drink, he could add some orange peel or strawberry leaf fragments.

This knowledge was actually taught to him by Granger in the past and future, but the present-day Granger was surprised by it. This strong contrast made Nietzsche chuckle to himself.

After 10 p.m., the girl went to sleep, while the bored Nietzsche climbed out of the window onto the roof.

After calming down, he felt a pang of melancholy... There are countless Hermione Grangers in the endless expanse of time, but each one is unique. This familiar yet strange sense of contradiction made him want to escape as soon as possible.

'This is the last time we'll meet, at least the last time since I've understood time travel,' Nietzsche thought.

The next morning, Nietzsche, all dressed up, arrived at King's Cross Station with Granger. Everything was the same, except that Granger in this world seemed to have a good relationship with Harry and Ron.

On the way back to school, Crookshank, being held by Granger, displayed a predatory posture towards Ron's rat.

"Keep your cat under control!" Ron roared angrily.

“It’s a cat, and cats eat mice!” Granger, who was flipping through his notes from last night, frowned and looked down at him, interrupted. “That’s normal, no need to make such a fuss…”

"It almost killed Spotty!"

Granger angrily slammed his fist on the table, then grabbed Crookshank and stormed off the train.

Nietzsche, who was invisible, did not squeeze into the carriage. He heard the girl mutter impatiently, "It's just a rat..." and saw Crookshank, which was constantly hissing.

“That’s not just a rat.” He didn’t undo the illusion spell, but calmly bent down and grabbed Granger’s sleeve. “Don’t leave here. Go back and stay with your friends.”

"No way! Ron has been talking about Crookshanks nonstop since yesterday!"

“Crooked Hill sensed danger…” Nietzsche ignored her little emotions and simply used magic to grab her by the collar and throw her back. Sure enough, with Harry Potter around, the Dementors would still follow Black’s scent and come looking for him.

Granger hadn't quite grasped what was happening yet. She leaned forward blankly, staring into the chaotic train corridor, momentarily failing to understand what Nietzsche meant by danger...

'He's Voldemort's enemy, has he discovered something?' she thought to herself, hugging Crookshank tighter in her arms.

The temperature plummeted, frost quickly formed on the windows, and the lights in the corridor gradually went out. A substantial darkness spread from the doors to both ends of the carriage, and then the Dementors appeared.

It stopped in front of the car door... From other people's perspective, the Dementor looked like it was stuck in the door frame.

Nietzsche was blocking the doorway!

“Leave.” He frowned and warned.