Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"So my calculations were correct. If Quirrell is indeed possessed by Voldemort, then he wouldn't be able to touch Harry."

But just as Nietzsche believed, Quirrell did not use a spell to control or kill Harry; to put it more bluntly, he was prepared to die from the beginning and had no intention of truly pledging allegiance to Voldemort.

A once invincible dark wizard was tricked by the wizard he had coerced.

“But how do you know Quirrell will definitely choose to die?” Hermione spoke for Dalys and the other headmasters who were also observing the class, voicing the question on everyone’s mind.

Nietzsche stretched and stood by the window, looking up at the starry sky.

"Professor Quirrell is a true Ravenclaw, a free wizard with his own thoughts, and suicide is the most radical freedom that can always be chosen."

"So it seems the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a fake after all." Hermione took off her mask and hung Headmistress Dalys back on the wall. "And next year's Professor Quirrell won't be stammering in his lectures either."

It seems Hermione has quite a few complaints about the professor's teaching style.

“I’m afraid not, Miss Granger.” Dumbledore waved his wand, drawing compressed solution from a jar through a tube.

"why?"

"Voldemort is still hiding in some sewers. He hates Quirinus to the core now... If he continues to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, it would be like putting Quirinus on the hot seat."

Now that the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed, the potion that could have restored Voldemort's physical body has been forced into Quirrell's mouth.

That's something that grants immortality! It can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded... The headmasters on the wall stared at the drop of the potion, while also admiring Dumbledore's restraint in controlling his desires.

"If my old friend knew that he had saved an excellent professor while enjoying his retirement, he would be happy to spend his last days in peace."

Quirrell's withered skin gradually began to plump up.

The next day, Nietzsche and Hermione, who were sleeping on the sofa, were woken up by the conversation between Dumbledore and Quirrell.

The two of them slept on the same sofa, feet to feet, one facing one end.

“I will miss the years I spent as a professor on campus.” Quirrell first exchanged pleasantries with the principal. “I still have some things to take care of outside, so I won’t be coming back for the time being.”

"Are you going to seek revenge on Voldemort again?" Headmaster Dumbledore looked at the ceiling and laughed.

"How could that be... the difference is too big. I was just visiting some friends."

Seeing Quirrell's self-deprecating smile, Dumbledore simply stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

“I know that for a young person like you who is unwilling to be mediocre, strength and ideals are indeed very tempting, but it is best to have a limit. Not every time will you have a student like Sherlock Holmes to cover for you.”

Quirrell lowered his head in thought, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he simply sat down opposite Nietzsche and Hermione.

Dumbledore didn't disturb them. He whistled happily and hummed a little tune as he left, intending to go see Harry Potter.

“Well…you’re a smart man, so I’ll be frank,” Quirrell said with a sigh. “I’m planning to visit some friends at Oxford University in August, and I can testify about some pure-blood murders.”

Hermione quietly took a cookie from the table.

The sound of the cookie being bitten made Nietzsche and the professor turn their heads to look at her at the same time.

"No, why are you staring at me like that?" Hermione said somewhat embarrassedly, stammering, "I haven't eaten all night, and I'm hungry this morning. Is there a problem?"

“No, I just suddenly thought of something.” Nietzsche threw back the covers and sat up.

"Don't!!"

“I was just about to accompany Miss Granger to the Oxford Library, so it seems like it'll be convenient to go there during the summer holidays.”

Nietzsche!

Chapter 75 Fortunately, God Blessed Slytherin

Harry eventually found out what had happened.

At least Dumbledore told him that Quirrell had used him to kill him and stop Voldemort, but the headmaster chose to remain silent about whether Quirrell was still alive, because he had good reason to keep quiet.

A few days later, the report card came out.

“Look! I have one more O (excellent) than you!” Hermione, with her sharp eyes, jumped up and waved her hands as soon as she saw Nietzsche coming up from the basement.

“Nonsense, impossible!” Nietzsche didn’t believe it.

“I’ve been here since morning, and I was the first to see the report cards posted on the notice board,” Hermione said proudly, pulling his hand. “Make way, make way... Our second-place student is here to see the results.”

Nietzsche found himself on the Slytherin first-year list.

Nietzsche's realization that he and Hermione were only one Potions class apart made him feel targeted.

"Why are you excellent while I'm only an E (good)?" Nietzsche rubbed his eyes and shouted, "The final exam was on forgetfulness potion, and I can recite the steps backwards! It's a cheating scheme, it must be a cheating scheme!"

“Who’s behind Hermione’s secrets? The head of Slytherin?” Lavender said. “That’s enough. We’ll be lucky if we pass the old bat’s clutches.”

Nietzsche was very unhappy. This must be Snape's secret revenge. He suddenly understood Slytherin's initial dissatisfaction—the head of Slytherin was not targeting Gryffindor.

“You’d better watch out for Granger. What’s she not capable of if she’s going to stay in bed to see her report card?” Nietzsche poured out her grievances to Hermione’s roommates.

Harry was also happy, at least he didn't have to repeat Snape's first year material.

For Potions exams, Gryffindors generally believe that 'passing is victory'.

"Hey, Draco, why are you looking so gloomy?" Ron leaned over, his eyes fixed on the notice board, a smug laugh escaping his throat. "I know... Defense Against the Dark Arts 'D', terrible! Haha!"

“That madman—” Draco said with a dark face, pushing through the crowd and leaving the area.

"What a pity, why didn't Professor Quirrell give him a 'T' (troll)?"

But this was just a minor incident; by the end of the year at the banquet, Nietzsche had put his achievements behind him.

The Great Hall was filled with Slytherin green and silver, and flags with serpent patterns were everywhere.

The Slytherins celebrated their seventh consecutive championship, their cheers a stark contrast to the quiet, composed atmosphere at the start of the school year. It seems this year's Slytherins have taken on a bit of Gryffindor influence.

Harry was the last to arrive, and he came in with a photo album tucked under his arm.

"The new year is over, and as far as I know, Slytherin's scores are currently far ahead..." Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, thunderous screams and applause erupted from the Slytherin table.

Following closely behind are Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and finally Hufflepuff.

“Yes…that’s great, but I think we should also take some things that happened recently before finals into account.” Dumbledore cleared his throat and turned toward the Gryffindor table. “Including Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom.”

Snape's smile gradually froze, but he finally sighed.

The Gryffindors were on tenterhooks, standing up and staring intently at Headmaster Dumbledore's declaration, their expressions filled with excitement. It seemed they had already guessed what the headmaster was going to say... Maybe they could turn the tide?

"Ron Weasley, add 50 points for playing the most brilliant game!"

"Neville Longbottom, for the sake of his friends, even knowing the consequences, he never backed down in the face of the dark wizard, add fifty points!"

"Harry Potter, for your courage and boldness, I'll add another fifty points to your Gryffindor score!"

"Hermione Granger, because of her decisiveness and disregard for the barriers between the Houses, received fifty points in Gryffindor."

This added two hundred points, putting them ahead of Slytherin. The lions' deafening roars seemed to lift the roof off, especially George and Fred, who even jumped onto the table and danced.

Gryffindor surpasses Slytherin by a full eighty points.

Nietzsche simply remained silent, raised his glass, swirled it at Hermione, and clinked glasses in the air.

"In addition, we need exceptional wisdom and thought... especially when facing danger, to discern what the right choice is..." Dumbledore continued after Gryffindor had finished celebrating.

This time, he turned around and faced Slytherin.

But what's the use? Even if you add another fifty points, you still can't surpass those lions.

Slytherin glanced dejectedly at the headmaster, looking at the green banner behind the main seating area, feeling a mix of resentment and sadness.

"Nietzsche, John Holmes, keen thinking and observation, and the courage to trust others... Sometimes I must admit that it is not enough to just have the courage to face the darkness; we also need to resist!"

"We are free only in the process of resistance, so... Slytherin gets a hundred points."

Snape, who had been burying his head in the bowl, suddenly raised it and looked at Dumbledore in horror—was someone impersonating the headmaster of Hogwarts?

The Slytherins were incredulous.

"One...one hundred points?" Theodore fiddled with his fingers like an idiot. "So we overtook Gryffindor again and won our seventh consecutive championship?"

After a long while, the Slytherins erupted in an astonishing call. This time, their voices were even louder than those of the Gryffindors, and this time Dumbledore did not stop them but instead sat down.

At that moment, Snape immediately grabbed Dumbledore's clothes and pulled him toward himself.

I thought you...

“What did you think?” the principal interrupted him. “Does it matter who wins? Students get points deducted for breaking school rules and points added for doing the right thing. That’s normal… Alright, Severus, cheer up.”

Nietzsche noticed that Professor McGonagall shook hands with Snape without showing any displeasure.

Professor Flitwick looked somewhat wistful, as if he was lamenting Professor Quirrell's 'sacrifice'.

On the contrary, the dean smiled awkwardly, and then looked at the little snakes below that had gone out of control. He did not stop them or say anything like "mind your manners."

“It’s because of Nietzsche!” Warrington stood up, raising his glass. “Thank goodness!”

Fortunately, they had Nietzsche and Holmes.

In Slytherin, talent is important, intelligence is important, but the greatest skill is making the right choices without harming anyone's interests, and now they've witnessed it...

They stepped past the pureblood seats and surrounded a Muggle wizard.

"Thank goodness!!"

"God bless the Queen!"

Wait a minute... did some strange celebration sneak in?

Theodore, Hubble, and others lifted Nietzsche up to the level of the wine glasses that the crowd had raised.

"My friends, thank goodness you are here...for freedom." Nietzsche smiled broadly, enjoying the wizards' cheers and excitement, which infected him. "For a greater Slytherin and Hogwarts."

These wizards are so naive; they could totally be molded!

The next day, the wizards' luggage had been automatically packed away, and even the toad that had run into the toilet had appeared in Neville's cage. Hagrid led the students onto the wooden boat home and arrived at Hogsmeade Station.

Nietzsche, however, seemed not to have recovered from his joy. He stared at a book called "Handbook of Flower Care" for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter to himself.

His laughter startled Mercury, who was locked in a cage.

"Finally, I can rest for a while." Hermione curled up in her chair like a lump of mud, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Naïve Hermione Granger has no idea what kind of trouble she will be caught up in when she gets home.