Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

At times like these, the professors would always prepare some candy. Of course, if someone was daring enough, they could try asking Snape for some... The professors would indeed give it to them, but there was no guarantee that it wouldn't be mixed with some laxatives.

Inside the Great Hall, Dumbledore unusually brought out his own snack bowl.

He was happily handing out candy to each of the young wizards along with the other deans, but every time it was his turn to share the pile of cockroaches, the wizards would scatter.

So Dumbledore was left to eat chocolate cockroaches all by himself.

“I guarantee the calibration will be more than enough to eat,” Nietzsche said, standing at the door.

"Hey! Look here!" Colin suddenly jumped out from behind the auditorium door, raising the camera around his neck. "Cheese!"

The magnesium powder began to burn, emitting a blinding white light and smoke. With a 'click,' the photograph slid out from underneath, but Hermione looked both ashamed and angry, her startled expression captured in the photo.

But by then, Colin had already been called over by the others.

"What are you laughing at!" Hermione punched him. "Tell me! Did you do it on purpose?"

“What does this have to do with me?” Nietzsche appeared quite innocent. “Colin has always wanted to thank you, and besides… he was just taking a picture out of kindness.”

Hermione, however, did not completely believe his story and remained wary.

Although Nietzsche never liked taking photos and had no reason to need Colin, it doesn't rule out the possibility that he wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Suddenly, several screams came from the Slytherin table, and several young wizards ran off with pumpkin lanterns and baskets of candy. Snape, with a sinister smile, looked like a vampire even more monstrous than Dracula himself.

Lockhart, who was walking among the professors and students, was dressed in a gorgeous bright red dress.

“Terrible…” Nietzsche glanced at Lockhart and said suddenly.

"what?"

"It's nowhere near as good as Snape's imitation; it doesn't capture the essence of a vampire at all."

Hermione could only cover her mouth and chuckle as she compared the two professors... Indeed, when it comes to vampires, Professor Snape is far superior.

"Is it possible... that Professor Snape wasn't actually... acting at all?" She laughed until she could hardly breathe.

"What?" Nietzsche feigned surprise and said, "It seems the old dean is a natural actor, he doesn't even need makeup... that vampire's indifference and loathing for the world are ingrained in his bones."

At that moment, Mercury threw a piece of paper down from the sky.

In addition to greetings from the Grangers and Peanut, there was also a photograph included.

Hermione's heart nearly jumped out of her chest, because the photo showed a person hanging: Sherlock Holmes was 'dead' by a rope hanging from the top of a beam, staring blankly with disheveled hair.

Nietzsche took the photograph and flipped it over expressionlessly.

'Merry Christmas! I send my greetings on behalf of Sherlock Holmes who hanged himself—John Watson.'

“He’s simulating murders and prisoners who escaped hanging.” Nietzsche was amused. “You’ll get used to it; it’s his hobby.”

"That's really...special..." Hermione's lips twitched.

Lockhart proudly raised his head and stood in the middle of the crowd. He pulled Harry and Colin, who were hiding, to his feet. The two of them had long faces and didn't dare to lift their heads. They could only let the professor pull them to the front of the main seating area.

At this point, Nietzsche discovered that he actually dared to provoke Snape.

"Haha, Severus, why haven't you even changed your clothes? Oh, you don't actually ever change your clothes, do you?"

If Colin and Harry hadn't been held down by the shoulders, they would have turned and run away long ago.

How dare this fool provoke the most terrifying person at Hogwarts?

"Oh dear! My swarm of cockroaches!" Dumbledore exclaimed, accidentally knocking over his candy bowl as Lockhart approached.

Those pitch-black cockroaches crawled all over the teacher's desk, each one six or seven centimeters long, while Snape just clenched his fists and endured the disgusting candies crawling off his body.

It wasn't until Lockhart ran away from the head seat yelling that he finally took out his wand and cleaned it up.

Even the Hufflepuff students couldn't stand it anymore—didn't Professor Lockhart realize that the Deans were annoyed?

Taking advantage of the opportunity created by Dumbledore, Colin and Harry immediately ran away from Lockhart. They grabbed a wizard's hat from the table, put it on their heads, and disappeared into the crowd, vanishing from each other's sight.

"Come over here!" Lavender shouted, waving as he stood on the chair.

It was impossible to tell which house the long table belonged to, as it was filled with all sorts of people. Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing wizard chess, while Cedric was chatting with Wood and Warrington.

This Halloween party seemed to have turned into a salon for them.

“Granger! My dad said you were sitting with the Muggle Queen back then,” Cedric said excitedly. “Do you want to be the Queen of the Wizarding World?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Hermione said, raising her eyebrows.

The idea was good and appealing, but she didn't want any more nonsensical comments to spread.

"It's George and Fred, they speculated based on the Daily Prophet..."

"You two!!" Before he could finish speaking, Hermione immediately stood up, pointed at the Weasley twins' noses, and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tell Mr. Filch about your nighttime stroll route!"

“Yes, Your Majesty, we were wrong!” George and Fred ran to the other side, making funny faces.

Hermione's sharp tone immediately silenced Cedric, who then withdrew his curiosity.

But he wasn't idle either; instead, he turned his attention to Nietzsche, holding a butterbeer he'd somehow acquired, his mouth seemingly never able to hold back his words.

“I think you’ll always be the one being overshadowed,” Cedric said honestly.

“I thought you were an honest person, but I didn’t expect you to be like this…” Nietzsche said with some helplessness.

"Hey! You two don't know it, but all of us can see your relationship. Of course, I support you... at least Hufflepuff won't stand in your way..."

Cedric liked the Slytherins as they were now, instead of constantly spouting theories about bloodlines.

Well, actually, he himself also has a crush on a witch from Ravenclaw, and the relationship between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff is only slightly better than that between the Snake-Lion... but that's all.

Therefore, he was eager to find an 'ally'.

Just then, Cedric saw Miss Granger pull out her wand and point it at the fleeing Weasley twins, who were immediately caught. He looked at the girl who was pointing at them and scolding them, and swallowed hard.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione, having warned George and Fred, smiled again.

She felt apologetic and hurriedly combed her curly hair, but it was too late. Cedric had already seen another side of her. To be precise, it was her most authentic side.

That smile seemed especially terrifying amidst the screams emanating from the armored figures, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard.

“Just now, Senior Cedric…”

"No! It's...nothing!" Cedric immediately covered Nietzsche's mouth, grabbed his butterbeer, and ran away screaming like a young girl.

By the way, Nietzsche reminded him—what kind of witch was Cho Chang?

However, the most popular figure on Halloween was not Lockhart in his flamboyant costume, nor Nietzsche and Hermione, but rather Colin Creevey, the only one with a camera. Wherever he went, crowds followed.

Soon, the little film he had prepared was almost used up.

Dumbledore suddenly stood up, waved his wand, and extinguished the candles in the Great Hall, leaving only some pumpkin lanterns.

"To celebrate, I've specially hired a skeleton dance troupe this year!"

On the platform in front of the main seating area, which had once been used as a branch campus, several skeletons and various musical instruments suddenly appeared. They were playing drums and plucking strings, attracting everyone's attention.

Ignoring the objections, Lockhart carried the transformed violin and walked to the skeletons.

"I need to go back and change a roll of film." Colin pushed past the people and walked towards the door.

The instant Hermione looked toward the stage, he winked at Nietzsche.

Could you also help me develop the photos?

Chapter Ninety-Six: Halloween, but a Second Playthrough

"Diggory, Diggory, why did you lend the pitch to the Slytherin team for training?"

"I don't care, Gryffindor has to win a championship this year, even if Slytherin wins the House Cup nine times in a row!"

After a few glasses of butterbeer, Wood from Gryffindor began to lose himself... Although butterbeer is not alcoholic, the boisterous crowd and their rhythmic music were quite intoxicating.

Cedric couldn't argue back, so he could only sit on the chair with a red face, helplessly rubbing his trouser legs with his hands.

The Gryffindor students were not bored because Harry went to the Death Anniversary party, and even Hermione had to put on a smile and deal with the curious wizards.

“Penelope Crivart of Ravenclaw.” A long-haired witch approached, with Percy following her like a shadow. She said ingratiatingly, “Our Headmistress always likes to mention you.”

Hermione, imitating Nietzsche, sized the other person up and down a few times.

In terms of attitude, he didn't have Ravenclaw's arrogance; instead, he seemed very generous and had a touch of humor.

“Penelope is Ravenclaw’s best prefect,” Percy said.

But no one paid attention to the identity he deliberately revealed; even Penelope simply nodded casually.

"Is there something you need?" Hermione asked calmly, gesturing for a glass of juice to float in front of them. "I don't think you'd come here to compete with me for 'Ravenclaw's favorite student,' would you?"

"Of course not, I'm just curious about your study group...it seems like they do more than just exchange ideas about studying."

Penelope glanced at her classmates who were shouting and gesturing around the dining table.

Because of Warrington's argument with the other Quidditch players, the atmosphere gradually spread to the other tables, causing the remaining wizards to unconsciously move closer, as if some force was pulling them.

Nietzsche noticed that Percy's gaze remained fixed on the Ravenclaw prefect.

“Don’t you think this is what Hogwarts should be like?” He picked up where Hermione left off, smiling as he said, “Competition is just a way of connecting people. Normally, we can still choose our own friends.”

Nietzsche originally wanted to shake hands with Penelope, but Percy beat him to it.

Hmm...it seems he has a certain possessiveness and a strong affection for Penelope.

“As long as you don’t break the school rules, that’s fine.” Percy leaned closer and lowered his voice. “If it’s convenient, could you also keep an eye on George and Fred for me? I’m looking for some evidence to sue them with Mom.”

What a great older brother!

At this moment, Hermione was pulled aside by another group of witches.

With four or five heads crowding in front of her, Hermione could even smell the fragrance of the shampoo on her friends' hair.

"Where are you now?"

"I don't understand..." Hermione was as slow as an old man when faced with the sudden question.

“Percy is pursuing Penelope now, just like you’re pursuing Nietzsche,” Pavati said. “So you’ve gotten together, or… well, you’ve known each other for so many years.”

Hermione simply rolled her eyes and said "No".