Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

'Why would you rather be bullied by them than fight back? You're going to get beaten anyway, so you might as well fight back.'

He instinctively thought of Nietzsche beating up Dudley and the others, and rushed forward with clenched fists, wrestling with Malfoy. The pain from his punches actually made Harry feel a little happy.

"They're fighting... Today's the first day of school!"

"Watch the show, Hermione. This is the essence of the wizarding world." Nietzsche raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you see? This is a family struggle. It seems that the red-haired Weasley and Malfoy don't get along well."

Roar, good job~

Harry, with a fat fist, gave Malfoy a nice blow!

Malfoy fell to the ground seriously injured!

"So much trouble has already occurred before the school starts. Ah! I don't care!" Hermione spent most of her energy on Nietzsche. She no longer wanted to deal with these troubles.

But before Harry could continue his pursuit, he was grabbed by the shoulders by Malfoy's two "bodyguards" and thrown over.

"Goyle, Crabbe, stop Potter and Weasley." Malfoy ran to the end of the carriage with his tail drooping like a scratched peacock, "Longbottom! Get out of my way!!"

Of course the carriage had two ends, but on the other side there were also two tall red-haired men blocking the way.

So Longbottom just stood there stupidly, startled by the sudden fight. Malfoy, holding his stomach, rushed to him in panic, trying to push him away and leave.

Unfortunately, Longbottom was only pushed and staggered, but did not move away.

Because Nietzsche, who was standing behind him, supported his back with his right hand.

"Are you deaf? I said - get out of my way! And you two Mudbloods!!"

Nietzsche and Hermione's clothes are still from the Muggle world, which is different from people like Longbottom who come from wizard families. It can be seen at a glance.

"Longbottom, don't let Malfoy get away!" The Weasley who was pinned to the ground by Crabbe and surrounded by a mouse shouted hurriedly, "You're in my hands, it's your bad luck. You can't run away like your father now!"

"Hey! Stop him, George... Let's go stop Percy!"

The sound was not only Malfoy's howling, but also the other two red-haired boys were shouting.

All hell breaks loose.

The protagonist that almost the entire carriage was talking about - Harry Potter, seemed to know the Muggle wizard behind Longbottom. He was only heard roaring angrily at Malfoy.

"I'll let you know whether my parents deserved what happened to them! Malfoy!!"

"Don't get involved..." Hermione rubbed her brows and advised in a low voice.

Nietzsche looked at Harry with a face full of satisfaction and smiled wildly.

Finally, Harry, who didn't even dare to fight back when he was beaten, finally took the first step. Nietzsche felt that the punishment of being transferred to another school was more or less worth it.

The moment a person stands up on his own initiative, he is most hopeful.

Even though the thin Harry was like Sisyphus pushing a boulder up the mountain in battle, he was still a strong man who dared to challenge authority.

"You said that this was just to gain intelligence and power in the wizarding world... Don't get punished on the first day of school!" The relatively conservative Hermione just leaned against the car window and said.

At this time, Weasley lay down beside Goyle and bit his hand like his mouse.

Goyle's hand loosened in pain, and Harry took this opportunity to break free and climbed up from the ground. Malfoy, who was forced into a corner, shook his fist, and seeing that Nietzsche had no reaction, he gritted his teeth and smashed out.

But Nietzsche did not hide, as if he was frightened.

At this moment, Hermione sighed, shook her head helplessly, and drew out her wand while lamenting Nietzsche's cunning.

"Immobulus"

Malfoy's frame was frozen, his fist stopped steadily below the tip of Nietzsche's nose. Only two centimeters away, he could make Nietzsche's nose bleed, and then he would step back three steps to clear the passage.

Unfortunately, all these movements were stopped by Hermione.

"Can you cast spells?" Neville was a little shocked.

Who is the Muggle anyway...

"Not very skilled yet." Hermione smiled sheepishly, "After all, our parents are not wizards."

That's right, this was also part of Nietzsche's plan. He deliberately didn't dodge. Whether it was Neville Longbottom, who seemed a little timid, or Hermione beside him who took action, it was a good thing.

If an event with extremely low probability was triggered, it would be okay for him to endure the pain in his nose and turn around to fight back.

"Thank you, Miss Rule-Follower who suddenly doesn't respect the rules so much."

"You did it on purpose. Your wand is clearly hidden in your sleeve!"

Nietzsche just sniffed, did not refute, and pretended not to hear it. As long as the result did not deviate from his plan, it was enough.

From the way Hermione couldn't help but repeatedly scratch the surface of the vine wood gauntlet with her nails, as well as her slightly evasive eyes, it was clear that Hermione was actually a little excited and secretly delighted.

The fact that she dared to testify for Nietzsche alone showed that she had a natural adventurous spirit in her heart.

It's like a rebound, how closed-off Hermione was before, so she had to vent somewhere.

"You two, get off Harry and that unknown friend right now." Nietzsche walked to the front with his cane and ordered leisurely, "Why are you still standing there? Are you waiting for Neville to carry you away?"

Goyle and Crabbe glanced at the wand in Hermione's hand and retracted their hands.

They dragged the immobile Malfoy past several people while leaving harsh words behind.

"We'll remember you!"

"So... do you know who I am?"

Goyle and Crabbe shook their heads in confusion.

"You don't know who I am, yet you dare to say such harsh words to me?" Nietzsche raised his metal cane, pretending to hit me. As soon as he raised it, the two fat guys were so scared that they dragged Malfoy towards their own carriage.

The farce ended before the prefects arrived.

The two tall red-haired students were the most excited.

"The Train King! The Train King!"

"Stop making a fuss, George... Help me, I feel like Crabbe broke my waist."

"Ron, even though you got beaten up pretty badly, you were very Gryffindor-like... and I'm Fred, and he's George."

"roll!"

Ron was helped up and was gasping for breath against the car window. His face was as red as his hair.

Harry was shaking from excessive excitement, his legs shaking from the surge of adrenaline. Although he looked miserable, the punch he delivered to Malfoy's stomach was very satisfying.

Who told that idiot to bring up his parents?

Nietzsche clapped his hands and said loudly with a look of surprise, "Congratulations to our Train King, Hermione Granger, for calming down the riot on the Hogwarts train."

Aha, now more than half of the people in this carriage know the name of the girl with brown curly hair and chocolate eyes. The way she decisively took out her magic wand and attacked was indeed very handsome.

He is truly the well-deserved "King of Trains".

Even Hermione couldn't help but raise her head amid the exclamations of the crowd.

"Harry, why can't you treat the hero of this battle to something to eat as a reward?"

Harry Potter reacted immediately after being prompted. He extended the invitation with excitement and gratitude.

"Have something to eat, take whatever you want, I'll pay!" Harry wiped the blood from his nose, took out two gold Galleons from his pocket and put them on the snack cart, "Have two cups of pumpkin soda first!"

Everything happened so naturally. This was the difference between Nietzsche and Hermione. He did it just because he wanted to, not because he had a bad relationship with others. After all, his uncle was Mycroft!

To the junior officer who manages the warehouses of the British government...

Hermione walked forward proudly with her flat chest puffed out.

But she still stepped on Nietzsche when she passed by him, he deserved it!

"Enjoy your lunch, Lord Granger~"

Nietzsche put his wand back on his waist and squeezed into the compartment with Harry, Ron, and Neville who was holding Rafe.

........

PS:

Fox is too lazy to change too much about Hermione, Harry, Ron, Neville and other characters for the time being, so he just takes the characters in the original novel as the basis, and expands and improves the characters without being OOC.

(For example: being brave does not mean being reckless, and being timid does not mean being indecisive.)

As for the movie version... I can only say that it borrowed some scenes and the architecture of Hogwarts. After all...

(The fox still likes the character of Hermione in the original novel. In the fourth grade, she was able to discover the Animagus ladybug by logical reasoning and intuition alone, and even caught it. Her dream of liberating the house-elves with political overtones is outrageous.)

By the way, why did Fox include the British variety show?

Maybe it's because I've watched too many movies "Sherlock Holmes". Every time I see Watson's helpless look on his face as he follows the adventure to solve a case, and Hermione Granger gradually changing her attitude towards school rules for the sake of her friends, they are exactly the same.

To use the words of "The Lord of the Rings: The Hobbit": the Took spirit buried deep in the heart.

Volume 1: Chapter 13: Sorting Ceremony

The express train did not slow down until the sky turned purple-red.

"Hey! Time to change clothes!"

Nietzsche suddenly woke up from the sofa. Like a frightened rabbit, he slapped Hermione's arm with his two paws. The urging and slapping woke him up from his dream.

"Where...where?" He covered his violently beating chest and stared with confused eyes.

"We're almost at school, and we need to change into our school robes!"

Hermione threw the black wizard robes at Nietzsche.

"Then you can change..."

"So why don't you just get out?" Hermione smacked her lips. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether he was pretending to be stupid or had just woken up. "Do you want me to stand in the corridor and change clothes?"

"I just closed my eyes."

Hermione's cheeks flushed at first, then she sternly grabbed his wrist and pushed him out the door.

Trouble~

Nietzsche, who was standing outside the door, rolled his eyes, took off his windbreaker calmly, and put on the black school uniform robe over the gray shirt.

In fact, he dreamed of another universe.

To be precise, he was like a God, standing among the crowd and watching everything happening around him, and that world was like a replica of the popular DC comics.

Those skyscrapers and technology that are beyond this era are just too...real.

"You had a nightmare?" When the compartment opened again, Hermione had put on her pointed hat and was holding Mercury's cage in her hand.

"Not really. Maybe it's just that your voice is too scary."

Nietzsche was the only person Hermione knew on this train. Of course, Harry could only be considered half a friend, so she couldn't help feeling a little nervous as she looked out the window at the station getting closer and closer in the distance.

She glanced at Nietzsche who was lost in thought and sighed in her heart.

Honestly, sometimes Hermione really couldn't understand Nietzsche. If you said he was willful, he was very logical in doing things; but if you said he was rational, sometimes he seemed to be overwhelmed by passion.

When Nietzsche is immersed in his own thoughts, the sense of distance he gives people is as far away as when a reader is looking at the illustrations in a novel.

"What did you dream about?"

"The future..." He posed a riddle.

"First-year students!" A dull shout came from the platform, interrupting the two of them, "First-year students, follow me!"

It was the giant Hagrid whom I had seen in the Malkin Robe Shop before. He was standing in the cold wind holding a lantern. The damp mist and cold wind couldn't even make the flame of the lantern flicker.

It was as if the fire would never go out.

Nietzsche dragged his luggage, got off the train, and followed the crowd on a bumpy cobblestone road. It was pitch black on both sides of the path, with the occasional sound of frogs.

"The wizarding world is probably controlled by some wizards who believe in the theory of blood relationship. It's just that a small number of them fell due to the magic war in Britain in the 20th century... As for the hostile relationship, you can refer to Weasley and Malfoy."

"It doesn't matter what you dream about, Hermione, what matters is the revelation..."

The two of them lowered their heads and followed at the end of the surging crowd.

"Is it possible that you just read too many superhero comics?"

The look Hermione gave him was like that of an old mother looking at her son caught up in adolescent fantasies. That tolerant, helpless look gave Nietzsche a chill.

"You know about the recent spate of murders in the UK, right?"

"Hmm~"