Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Hanging bell!" he retorted before the countdown ended.

Harry was hanging upside down as if his feet were tied together. Many people had never seen this spell before. Lockhart, standing to the side, flipped his wand around, but still couldn't break it.

But Harry just swung his wand haphazardly, preventing Draco from getting close.

"You fouled before I finished speaking!" Lockhart shouted at the two of them in horror.

“No, our intention was to teach students how to protect themselves…” Snape took control, pointing to the Slytherins lying on the ground, “After all, in a real battle, no one counts down.”

He looked at Harry Potter hanging upside down in the air and let out a series of cold laughs.

Nietzsche watched the Dean's retreating figure, guessing where Draco's magic came from. He hesitated—hesitating whether he should also include Professor Snape in the category of 'enemy'.

Of course, if it were Harry, he would definitely make the choice without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Draco, intending to press his advantage, shouted: "The serpent emerges from its hole!"

He chanted the summoning incantation several times in a row.

Long black snakes emerged from the smoke of the exploding wand, baring their fangs in preparation for attack. The surrounding wizards retreated, clearing a path, as no one wanted to be bitten by a venomous snake.

Harry swung his hand and cut off one of them, but two more scarlet snakes attacked from behind.

“Give up, Potter!” Draco shouted arrogantly.

“Don’t make any rash moves.” Snape ignored Nietzsche’s gaze and lazily walked over, finding pleasure in Potter’s disheveled state. “Let me take them away…”

Snape's behavior infuriated Harry: What did he mean by this? Helping Draco first, then putting on a show of generosity to save me?

No, he doesn't need Snape's help!

Then Nietzsche saw Harry Potter turn his head sharply and hiss at the two snakes, and what was most frightening was that the two summoned snakes crawled toward Draco.

At the same time, Draco revealed a sly smile.

“Parseltongue!” he shouted deliberately, “Harry Potter is a Parseltongue!!”

Ron, who was pretending to wrestle with Theodore, didn't care about anything else and immediately grabbed Harry and ran outside. Neville was also surprised at this time, but he could only vent his anger on Goyle.

Clearly, Draco was deliberately leading Harry to make a mistake.

"Is it worth it?" Nietzsche asked softly.

"What?" Snape was clearly surprised by what had just happened.

“I mean… is helping them really worth it?” He narrowed his eyes and looked directly at the other man. “Do you really want to see Slytherin become the most detestable species, or do you just have a personal grudge against Potter?”

But Snape's face clearly said, 'I don't fucking care.'

He felt uncomfortable just looking at those gray-blue eyes, so he turned his head away and remained silent.

“It seems Draco has learned a lot from Dean Snape, and there are even people willing to step forward and challenge him…” Nietzsche asked again, his hands behind his back, hiding at the edge of the crowd.

“His father and I know each other.” Snepra tugged at his sleeve.

Nietzsche didn't intend to tell him about Malfoy and the Chamber of Secrets because of the risks involved in Snape and Lucius's relationship... He wasn't worried about himself, but rather about Dobby being suspected.

Lucius Malfoy didn't tell anyone else about this, so he could only suspect Dobby.

“I’ll do it.” Neville was already in a frenzy. He pushed through the crowd and walked to where Harry had just been.

Nietzsche!

Nietzsche ignored Snape's question and left the Great Hall.

Hermione glanced at Draco, who was temporarily unable to leave, then helped Daphne up and asked, "What's the password to your lounge?"

"What do you want to say... Oh, right, I forgot." Daphne covered her mouth, glanced at the boy who had left, and then understood everything. "But we can't just tell other people the password, so do you have paper and a pen?"

She took a magic quill pen, wrote the password 'pureblood' on a tissue, and immediately threw it on the ground.

"Oh dear, I have a bad memory, so I wrote the password down on a piece of paper... but I think I accidentally lost it."

"Thanks." Hermione understood and ran out after her.

This was her first time visiting anyone, let alone coming to the Slytherin common room.

After giving the correct password, the wall behind the dungeon began to creak. As he cautiously stepped inside, he discovered its secret: it was like an underwater palace, which felt particularly oppressive at night.

Looking at the windows, she couldn't help but imagine the glass shattering and the Black Lake flooding the lounge.

"What exactly do you want from me?" Hermione asked, pulling off her red and yellow tie beforehand to prevent others from seeing.

Meanwhile, Nietzsche was secretly opening a dormitory door.

“This is Draco Malfoy’s bedroom, look here!” he shouted as he plunged into the room.

Although there were four beds inside, it was cleaner than Nietzsche's bedroom. The quilts were neatly piled on the beds, and the desk by the window was piled with all sorts of bottles and jars.

Nietzsche immediately crouched down... Sure enough, there was a crucible hidden under the bed.

This place has practically become a mini potion workshop.

“This looks like two-eared grass.” Hermione first dipped her index finger into the grinding stick with some powder, then rubbed it lightly with her thumb a few times. “This stuff isn’t picky about soil; it can grow anywhere. It’s used in many potion recipes.”

But Nietzsche pulled open the drawer and found some withered buds inside.

“But if it were a regular potion, we wouldn’t need this much,” he called to Hermione.

“This is sapwort, which is only used in compound decoctions.” The girl’s mind immediately conjured up the hand-drawn illustrations in her textbook. She continued, “But unicorn horns and African tree snake skin are very hard to get.”

That's right, Malfoy had already grabbed a large handful of those ordinary materials back when he first went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Draco was able to easily get into his office through Lucius's relationship with Snape."

"The OWL exam content... although each production takes a month, the steps at different stages aren't complicated," Hermione said. "But who will Draco become?"

Compound decoctions can alter a drinker's age, appearance, gender, and skin color; the duration of this effect is related to the purity of the decoction.

Nietzsche shook his head slightly. In his view, it didn't matter who Draco became; what mattered was what he did as someone else.

Looking at the clean crucible and the sliced ​​leeches, it was clear he had practiced a lot in his dorm room... Hermione could only be wary of the people around her, not knowing whose stuff Draco Malfoy might put into Polyjuice Potion.

“Gorges, Crabbe, Sabine…” Nietzsche opened the textbooks on the bookshelf one by one and looked at the names.

Hermione seemed to realize something: in such a humid environment, the liquid shouldn't evaporate too quickly.

Nietzsche pulled the crucible out from under the bed, but found it was clean inside, without a trace. This was the effect of a cleansing spell; there wasn't even a drop of liquid left. Nevertheless, Hermione buried her head in it.

“Cleansing spells can’t remove strong smells, especially something like compound decoctions.” She sniffed and continued, “It smells like a bucket of chutney with a hint of fermented malt.”

Nietzsche thought for a moment before saying, "Sounds very British; he must be a native Englishman."

Great, at least they can rule out types like Parvati now.

Because compound decoctions don't have a fixed flavor; their taste is determined by the object being transformed, which is related to personality. But that's too abstract. Who would casually associate personality with taste?

Was Hannibal Lecter the inventor of compound decoctions?

Chapter 107 The Second Attack

Encouraged (or flattered) by Nietzsche, Lockhart continued to keep the Duel Club running.

This good news saved everyone from the heavy snow in early December, giving everyone something to do before bedtime. The Hufflepuffs, wanting to protect their friends, joined in at Cedric's suggestion.

Hermione now has befriended most of the Muggle wizards in the school.

“I beat up Goyle yesterday,” Neville Longbottom boasted to everyone he met about his victory a few days ago. “You didn’t see the look on his face… haha, he never knew such a simple spell could cause damage.”

The less-than-standard spells used by Nietzsche and Hermione were surprisingly easy for Neville to use.

After all, Snape's assessment was: Mr. Longbottom could turn even the simplest healing potion into a corresponding poison.

"Harry, what's the password for this month?" Ron asked, yawning as he observed their Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Dragon scum".

"Is Granger still not up?" Ron glanced at the empty stage and suddenly asked.

“Hermione… I heard she and Lockhart are working on a new book.” Harry gave him a strange look. “They say it’s about magical cars and stuff… anyway, it’s all Lockhart’s own made-up stories.”

Ron nodded and went to find Ginny.

So Harry could only continue training with Nietzsche alone amidst the gossip, practicing spells over and over again to forget the disapproving looks and fear of those around him.

Lockhart did not deceive Nietzsche, because a few days later, Mercury, returning home late, threw a letter over his head.

The envelope was signed Rita Skeeter.

Judging from the light and airy feel, this is a sensitive and casual person; and the strokes are similar to Lockhart's, always liking to add a flower or a hook at the end of the letter, both of which are psychological desires to attract attention.

The ink marks are swift, indicating that the writer's thinking and signing speed is fast, which meets the working requirements of publishing house staff.

"Based on Inguildro's recommendation, I read your book, *Thus Spoke Salazar Slytherin*... It's quite excellent, but the portrayal of Slytherin is too positive, which might make it less appealing..."

"If Mr. Holmes would like, we can meet at the Leaky Cauldron during the Christmas season."

As expected of a big name in the world of novels, Nietzsche easily obtained the qualification.

"Through Mr. Lockhart's recommendation... you're going to write a novel too?" Hubble put his arm around his shoulder, his eyes wide with surprise.

Is there anything Nietzsche couldn't do?

Oh, there are... for example, certain things related to relationships.

“It’s a biography,” Nietzsche corrected. “I don’t want Salazar Slytherin to be smeared by those last men and become their shield for causing trouble everywhere.”

Just then, George and Fred ran over.

"Another attack..."

"Who?"

“Penelo Crivate of Ravenclaw was attacked at the door of the girls’ washroom on the third floor.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to go alone?” Nietzsche frowned, then said to Theodore, “You take Hubble and Warrington to the Dean and Headmaster, quick! Get your wands ready!”

He felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been gored by a goat, and he could hardly breathe.

Nietzsche couldn't help but suspect that the attack was deliberately aimed at Hermione, since the location of the attack was not far from hers. Clearly, his decision was correct; at least the basilisk wouldn't intentionally offend a professor.

“It’s…it’s my fault.” Percy’s voice was very soft, and he said with a mournful face, “I was going to take Penelope back to her dorm, but she said she wanted to get her face written on, so I left first.”

Filch also came this time, and he seemed completely unafraid of the monster in the secret room.