Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

At that moment, Hermione suddenly opened the captain's carriage door, and looking over her shoulder, one could see that there was no one else on the train.

She rushed to Nietzsche, reached out from under his wizard's robes, grabbed his collar with force, and shoved him back onto the bench.

“Nietzsche…” Hermione said, staring intently into his eyes.

"What?" Nietzsche raised his hands with a smirk, still pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"Nobody knows about that time-twister except you." She struggled to suppress her complex emotions, causing her voice to rise and fall. "I knew you were still alive, you fucking bastard!"

No one knows how long she had been hiding outside the class monitor's carriage, waiting until everyone had left before coming in.

Perhaps the train conductor had gone off duty, or perhaps he was rushing to Hogsmeade Village for a few butterbeers; all the lights in the train were turned off, leaving only a faint beam of light shining through the glass of the platform.

Nietzsche lay on his side in the chair, and could clearly see Hermione's distorted face.

"When did you realize that?" he asked with a smile.

Hermione's hands were pressed on Nietzsche's wrists, and her legs were straddling his like a horse, leaving him unable to exert any strength in his limbs.

“From the very beginning, you’ve been indulging in mostly sweet and sour foods… Of course, I wasn’t sure until you made those self-deprecating remarks,” she said viciously, “because you hate it when people praise you.”

In fact, Hermione's deductions were all correct, but he didn't expect them to be exposed so quickly.

Nietzsche stared at the face that seemed to want to cry but was trying to hold it back. Suddenly, he felt that he could move his left hand again, but then he was hit hard in the stomach. The pain made him stare wide-eyed and open his mouth but he couldn't make much of a sound.

He took deep breaths to quickly relieve the churning in his internal organs and forcefully suppress the urge to vomit.

Hermione, on the other hand, didn't seem quite satisfied. Like a growing Norwegian spinal dinosaur, her two rows of white teeth made a crunching sound as they rubbed together.

"Oh dear... wait a minute, let me explain... no, let me offer an explanation." Nietzsche tried to pull off his beard, only to find that the grayish-white hairs were already firmly embedded in it.

"Put some effort into it." Hermione straddled him, looking down at him.

"No, did you use some kind of magic?"

The previous itching and stinging were not normal reactions; the fake beard blades had actually pierced his flesh and become real beards—this must be Hermione's handiwork.

She gave a disdainful sneer, wishing she could spit in his face.

"I don't know, maybe you're just pretending again?" Her well-behaved nature, which she had cultivated in the past and never swore, was gone at this moment. "You're really something, you've tricked the whole world."

“But didn’t I warn you from the beginning?” Nietzsche said weakly.

“But it’s been more than half a semester!” Hermione’s eyes flashed with a dangerous signal.

"Wait...don't!"

Nietzsche didn't even have time to enjoy the close position before Hermione raised her fist high and slammed it into his stomach again.

What's worse, he opened his mouth to try and hold it in with another breath, but Hermione blocked that way... He had to endure the churning in his stomach while trying to stop her from eating him.

Cruel, so incredibly cruel.

Nietzsche had to accept this painful punishment.

Even though Nietzsche couldn't see the silver threads connecting the two water snakes and the heat emanating from them, he could still sense it in the darkness of the long carriage.

He endured the lack of oxygen, his legs weakly kicking at the air, his vision blurred by the strands of hair, his fingernails tearing through the leather of the cushion, until his consciousness began to gradually dissipate, and he was able to breathe in the orange-scented air again.

"I...I can accept the punishment, but...but could you please not come at me all at once?" This was Nietzsche's final request.

Hermione licked her lips, pulled a broken licorice stick from her pocket, and mashed it in her mouth, as if in her eyes Nietzsche was just a heinous criminal begging the judge to lessen his crime.

She clenched her fist and moved very slowly, sliding it down Nietzsche's neck.

“That’s too easy on you.” Hermione showed no mercy. “You’d better give me a reasonable explanation, or you won’t be getting off this train today…”

“I can tell you why I faked my death!” Nietzsche blurted out.

“No problem, I’ll try my best to leave you a breath.” Hermione pulled off her tie and gently wrapped it around his neck, leaning down so that their noses touched slightly.

Nietzsche chose to close his eyes... Oh well, since the storm is bound to come, it's better to prepare mentally in advance.

Chapter 358 Pain and Pleasure

The large wizard's robe covered her alluring body, and every hot breath she took was filled with the fragrance of a young girl.

It was a sweet poison, and also a form of torture... The Gryffindor tie was lightly tied around Nietzsche's neck. He might have just taken a breath with his head tilted back, but the next second he would have to continue to undergo Hermione's 'oral examination'.

In this dark, quiet carriage, the sound of teeth and tongue colliding sounds especially pleasant.

"Hoo~" Hermione, her right hand clutching her tie, buried her head in the space between his neck and shoulder like a vampire, humming a little tune with ups and downs. "Speak up, you'd better explain why."

Nietzsche shifted his body back, leaning against the car window to make his neck more comfortable.

Now that he could finally take a break, he tossed his fake mustache, now free of the minor curse, onto the table and rubbed his chin and lips, which Hermione had pulled so hard.

“You’ve become everyone’s guide now, isn’t that good?” He licked his slightly swollen lips, tasting the strawberry flavor. “I have to withdraw from this game… Hermione, that’s the difference between me and the Prime Minister and the others.”

Nietzsche wrapped his legs around Hermione's waist, stopping her from wriggling.

This extremely ambiguous posture appears on the two of them in completely opposite forms, which seems both strange and reasonable.

Although Nietzsche didn't experience much sweetness from this 'punishment,' he did become fascinated by Hermione's assertiveness after getting used to it... Oh no, has he been ruined?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione asked, fidgeting with her tie, looking up with a dazed expression.

Because of her pulling, Nietzsche could only passively stretch his head forward.

In fact, he had his reasons for this, and he felt almost guilty and empathetic: he had to admit that he had used Hermione, so he willingly let Hermione choke him and suck his oxygen...

“Because of Dumbledore,” Nietzsche said softly, hugging her like a sloth.

"headmaster?"

“Remember our blood oath? He tried to use you to control me.” He pressed his finger to Hermione’s lips and continued, “To eliminate their influence, I had to make you accept change… and it seems I’ve succeeded.”

Dumbledore's limitations stemmed from his past and the constraints of his era:

In their view, Muggles and wizards could never truly get along.

Nietzsche didn't blame people like them, nor would he fight them. So he sacrificed Hermione's 'freedom,' exchanging his own death for Hermione's change, making her too stressed to care about Dumbledore and the others.

“You…yes, after you left, Headmaster Dumbledore did try to dissuade me, saying I was too radical,” Hermione exclaimed.

"You're not angry with me?" He tried to push the brown ball away.

“Why should I blame you?” Hermione straightened up and said calmly, “Once I see things from your perspective, I can understand your caution. Compared to your death, I’m willing to pay this insignificant price.”

Nietzsche raised his head from the brink of despair, closed his eyes, and felt the dampness on his neck and the tingling sensation as if an electric current was passing through him.

Even if there was such a possibility, Nietzsche had to put an end to these people's hopes, but it was a pity for Hermione... He held Hermione expressionlessly, but his slightly trembling body had already given everything away.

Gradually, he became completely absorbed in it, hissing like a snake.

“How magnificent~” Hermione nudged his chin with her head, letting out a hoarse sneer, “I love seeing great people scream, like you… I’m telling you, this isn’t over yet!”

"Not enough?!" Nietzsche kept adjusting his posture, enduring the itch in his bones.

"You lied to me for the whole summer and half a semester! This little bit of trouble is just interest." She slowly raised her head again, yawning, and said, "Even if you're going to apologize, at least do it sincerely, right?"

Nietzsche was in agony; dealing with the Death Eaters was much easier than dealing with Hermione.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you this Christmas,” he said, raising his hand.

“That’s more like it.” Hermione untied his tie and put it back on herself.

Perhaps this was the end of it, but Nietzsche remained unchanged; he still clung to Hermione like an octopus.

Hermione had finished her punishment, but the anger she had unleashed had already set Nietzsche ablaze. So he stretched his neck and snatched the chewed licorice stick from Hermione into his own mouth.

This was a provocation, Hermione said, raising an eyebrow and looking down at him with a questioning gaze.

“My dear, at least let me get some rest tonight?” Nietzsche winked and suggested indirectly.

"I didn't tell you not to sleep, don't worry, I'll go back to my dorm to sleep," Hermione said, feigning ignorance. "Of course, you must be very tired too, I can make you a bottle of dreamless sleeping potion."

"No need for that. Just use 'Wandless Spellcasting' like you did at the Leaky Cauldron."

Nietzsche's throat was itching. He restrained Hermione with his limbs and dragged her down onto the bench.

The students had already returned to Hogwarts in their carriages, leaving only the leaves of the trees by the lake rustling in the wind. Only the two of them remained on the platform... Thinking of this, a feeling of ethereal joy spread through his heart.

"The train is about to leave," Hermione said, blushing.

That was a good reason for Nietzsche to let go, but he could clearly feel that Hermione's arms were not as strong as before.

"Then it depends on how strong your 'staffless spellcasting' is. If we're unlucky, we won't be able to go back to school until tomorrow morning," Nietzsche started to play the fool.

"Am I punishing you or rewarding you?" Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered impatiently under her breath, but her hands still began to grope in the dark.

The train driver, having already filled his stomach in Hogsmeade, gave the Hogwarts Express a sudden jolt and sounded his horn.

Finally, Nietzsche, with a bit of luck, jumped onto the platform with Hermione before the express train pulled away. His legs were a little weak and he almost fell. He leaned against the platform wall and reattached his beard.

"Clear spring water! Clear spring water!" Hermione washed her hands with the cold water she had summoned.

“How about adding ten points to Gryffindor?” Nietzsche said with a smirk.

"If you say another word, I'll wipe it on your face..."

Nietzsche kept his mouth shut and didn't say another word, but as the two walked towards the school gate, Hermione's eyes were always staring straight at him, which made him feel uneasy.

On the bright side, at least he can get a good night's sleep tonight.

Chapter 359 Snape - Master of Dark Magic

The two had been delayed for a long time and had already missed the freshman orientation, but they managed to catch the banquet that had just begun.

Before parting, Hermione made many improvements to Nietzsche's disguise... for example, using a Transfiguration Charm to make his beard look real, and also using his personal cosmetics to add some simple details.

“The fewer magical traces left behind, the less likely they are to be detected by a wizard.” Nietzsche rejected the use of magic to achieve the purpose of disguise.

Half an hour after Hermione entered the Great Hall, he followed her in through the two oak doors.

The sounds of discussion and the clinking of glasses reached Nietzsche's ears. When he walked from the Slytherin table to the head seat and saw the students around him looking at him curiously, he realized that Hermione had told everyone about him.

This is certainly a good thing, at least the two of them will have enough time to spend together in secret.

“Mr. Vida, why are you only arriving now?” Professor Slughorn hurriedly greeted them, introducing them to the others, “This is my assistant… Albus, please don’t mind that I’m too old and useless now.”

Perhaps Headmaster Dumbledore also understood Slughorn's character and had no doubts.

Nietzsche turned his head and saw that Professor Glendale next to Snape was dozing off with his eyes half-closed. It was unbelievable that he could sleep in such a noisy environment.