Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"what happened?"

"Your hair..." He covered his stomach and almost laughed to death.

Hermione raised her hand and scratched her head, only to find that her hair had swelled up due to the electric current. Her hair was originally slightly curly, so she looked like a nouveau riche American woman.

The faint freckles under her eyelids were immediately covered by the blush.

"I...I'm going to take a shower!" Before she had the time to enjoy the joy of being recognized by the professor, she immediately ran back to the house.

As Hermione soaked in the bathtub in the bedroom on the second floor, the long-lost sense of refreshment began to emerge in her heart. After getting wet, her originally frizzy hair stuck to the skin of her shoulders and chest as before.

Her thighs were not so slender, but because of the running around during the summer vacation and the duel training at school, they looked particularly strong, like the women in the French romantic portraits.

The parents were away, and 'Grendel' was to be entrusted for a while.

Ahaha~ How about letting Nietzsche live here too?

While she was thinking about how to convince the other party later, she scooped up the hot water with her hands and washed off the foam on her body.

Volume 1: Chapter 142: The Aftereffects of the Cruciatus Curse

Nietzsche was wary of the sudden move of a professor into the Granger household, especially when the Grangers were traveling.

Although the fact that Grendel was carrying Dumbledore's diary was enough to prove the relationship between him and the headmaster, but... it's always better to be more vigilant!

"If the professor has no place to live, I can understand that. After all, how can a wizard carry pounds with him? But what gives you the right to come here?" Nietzsche held his wand and knocked on the diary on the table. "Hurry up! Come out!"

"What are you yelling about? I am a Dark Lord after all!" Riddle's blurry image appeared again at the garden gate.

"Well?" Nietzsche simply said, "She's upstairs now."

Riddle, who still retains the handsomeness of his student days, immediately received the danger signal from the other party.

He was no longer so angry, but calm...

"How did you convince the headmaster?" Nietzsche did not point it out directly to Grindelwald, but turned his attention to Riddle.

In fact, the fact that Dumbledore handed the Horcrux to Grendel was enough to illustrate his relationship with the headmaster, and the other party was also the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which meant that the headmaster intended to deal with the Horcrux.

If the punishment was death, that would be fine.

But now it seems obvious that this Horcrux was being 'kept', and was being guarded by professionals, just like a dark wizard would hand it over to a Dementor.

"What's important about this is that you and I now have a few common enemies." Riddle sat elegantly on the sofa and raised two fingers. "Pure blood and Voldemort... Let me be frank, I just want revenge."

He was smart enough to know that Nietzsche would not trust him because of the title of 'Voldemort'.

Since it was useless to explain how to convince Dumbledore, he might as well not say anything and just tell him his purpose directly, so as to form a temporary "alliance" with the same goal.

"Don't you still want to lead the purebloods towards greater benefits?" Nietzsche said sarcastically.

The other party was silent for a long time before he said with a dark face: "Dumbledore told us everything that happened after Voldemort, including the fate of his followers... and the idiot who cut off his self-consciousness without authorization."

"That's a good excuse." Nietzsche put away his wand and said, "Behave yourself here."

Not bothering to care about Riddle's irritated look, he walked absentmindedly to the kitchen, took out a bottle of soda from the refrigerator, and started drinking it while leaning against the sink.

Who would have thought that former enemies would become teammates?

Riddle definitely did not convince Dumbledore by throwing a tantrum or begging for mercy. The simple reason was that he himself had a performative quality, so Dumbledore would not believe him if he just thought about the past.

Then all he can rely on is his own advantage - the Horcrux.

Nietzsche had never heard of it in many books, not even in "The Most Poisonous Spell"... Judging from Voldemort's revealed intentions, this might be some important information about immortality.

'Achieving immortality by splitting the soul? ' Nietzsche wondered as he looked at the bubbles rising in the bottle.

He drank it all and opened the trash can. When he was about to throw away the empty bottle, he suddenly found a few herbs in it. He quickly recognized that it was valerian root, a "panacea" that was very common in potion making.

'It is a sleep aid, sedative, and anticonvulsant. It is an alternative to sleeping pills.' Nietzsche immediately recalled the annotation in his mind.

He suddenly thought of the floral scent on Hermione, so he concentrated and tiptoed upstairs. The sound of running water in the bathroom covered his footsteps. He went around every room but didn't smell that strange scent.

Then Nietzsche, driven by something, gently opened Hermione's bedroom...

This was the smell. He looked at the closed window, then sat on the edge of the dark blue bed, listening to the music of flowing water and singing, quietly waiting for Hermione to appear.

"Ah!" Not long after, Hermione, who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and pants, was startled as soon as she opened the door.

She first subconsciously closed the door, and then after confirming that the other person was Nietzsche, she opened the door angrily.

Mist spread from behind Hermione. Her wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her exposed skin was truly white and rosy because she had just taken a bath.

"Why...why did you come to my room for no reason?" She stood at the door and stammered, "I want to shout...call the professor!"

But Nietzsche, who was focused on other things, ignored it. When the steam filled the room, he sniffed it hard in front of Min!

He had no idea how foolish he looked in the girl's eyes.

"It doesn't smell..." He muttered as he moved closer to Hermione, "It doesn't smell like shower gel or soap."

At this time, his face was pinched by two hands and his mouth was squeezed into an 'o' shape.

"What do you want to smell, huh?"

Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously. She didn't expect the other party to be getting more and more excessive. She had originally planned to find a way to keep him here to kill Professor Grendel's time. Now it seems...

Humph, I can't keep it~

"Valerian, you secretly made the potion at home!" Nietzsche easily broke free from her hands.

After all, Hermione didn't use much effort.

"Just because of this?" Hermione put her left hand on her waist and raised her right hand to grab his ear and roared, "You ran into my bedroom without my permission. If you dare not behave yourself, I will let you experience how Riddle feels!"

"Besides the forgetfulness potion which requires a large amount of valerian, there is also the dreamless sleeping potion."

Hermione's voice, which had just been raised, suddenly stopped.

She suddenly felt annoyed that she forgot to deal with the kitchen garbage after getting up today, and all her thoughts were on the French friend that Dumbledore sent over yesterday.

"Could it be Professor Glendale's? Old men like him usually need some sleeping water," she added.

"Come on, a wizard who dares to carry Voldemort's Horcrux must keep his mind clear. How can he fall asleep with a dreamless sleeping potion?" Nietzsche said seriously, "Before you take a bath, is the fragrance on your body lavender or wormwood?"

Or maybe the two scents are mixed together.

It smelled really weird, and his nose wasn't sensitive enough to distinguish the mixed smells.

Seeing that Hermione's momentum was gradually weakening, Nietzsche began to press on: "Do your parents know about this?"

"Of course they don't..." Hermione covered her mouth.

"It seems that you are indeed drinking the dreamless sleeping potion." Nietzsche was troubled by this. "Don't tell me that you have been drinking it for more than a year."

Hermione said nothing, just stared at the floor, her mouth set in a straight line.

Then she put on a smile again, lightly pushed Nietzsche away, opened her arms, and lay straight on the soft bed. In the face of irrefutable evidence, no matter how much she refuted, it would be powerless, so she simply let it go.

"Prescribed by the healers at St. Mungo's," she said quietly.

"How serious..." Nietzsche said.

Hermione did not give a direct answer: "Dumbledore said that few people could endure Voldemort's torture for ten seconds, but I have no regrets. Everything I have experienced is my own choice."

She had to restrain herself and suppress herself.

Her willpower will be stronger than that of the Longbottoms.

Nietzsche thought for a while and made up his mind - he planned to stay with Granger for a few days.

Who knows what tricks that old wizard and Riddle will come up with next.

Volume 1: Chapter 143: Short-term "living together"

Nietzsche ultimately stayed.

Even though Hermione felt that he was making a fuss about some things, she was still very happy in her heart... Who doesn't want to be cared for by someone other than their parents?

For Nietzsche, the only drawback was that he could only sleep on the sofa.

At night, he wrapped himself in a blanket and slept in the living room with Professor Grendel, but neither of them could fall asleep - Grindelwald was not used to such comfort, and Nietzsche was thinking about Granger.

So the two of them pulled Riddle, who didn't need to sleep, out to chat.

"What effect does the Cruciatus Curse have on the target?" Nietzsche asked in a commanding tone, looking at the dark ceiling.

Since Dark Magic could be called a 'shortcut', it must have its own unique features, so he planned to let the young Voldemort say something useful.

When it comes to the Unforgivable Curses, of course we have to mention Voldemort, who starts with the Killing Curse.

"Pain that can never be replaced." Riddle acted like a teacher when asked a question. He was much more serious. "The Cruciatus Curse is not only painful all over the body, but most importantly, it can keep a person's mind clear."

Nietzsche knew this; he had seen wizards go mad at St. Mungo's.

"I mean, isn't there a complete cure? For example, for damage to the nervous system, or..."

Riddle interrupted him: "What would happen if a person experienced misery from beginning to end?"

The tone sounded very sad.

"It will be full of nothingness and negativity." Nietzsche thought for a moment and said seriously, "It will be like a pendulum, always swinging back and forth between pain and numbness."

If one cannot even deceive oneself, then a person who is already hopeless will never experience the taste of hope, and every time one recalls his memories, he will only become more miserable.

Riddle snapped his fingers, looking satisfied with the answer.

"That's the point of the Cruciatus Curse. It's about the spirit, not actual damage to the nerves." Riddle said confidently, "It will magnify a person's most horrible deeds... Come to think of it, I've always wanted to make a similar poison."

Pain on the material level will not only not make people become mentally exhausted, but will also be clearly engraved in the mind.

Coupled with those terrifying things that are infinitely magnified and engraved on the bones, they will echo in the mind of the cursed person over and over again, and every time he closes his eyes, he will think of the thing he fears the most.

This is why the Cruciatus Curse was returned to being an Unforgivable Curse.

Grindelwald on the side suddenly spoke up: "Spirit is the most abundant treasure of wizards. We don't need to think about 'why it will come true' like Muggles do. We just need to believe that 'it can come true'."

It's a gift from God, but also a curse.

"And those wizards who have been tortured tend to be unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, and their spirits will retain all those unforgettable feelings."

Grindelwald's words made Nietzsche sigh.

The latter pulled the blanket tighter and turned his head. His gray-blue eyes in the moonlight made Riddle a little nervous - don't forget, it was his credit that made Granger's dreamless sleeping potion.

"That was Voldemort's doing, but it has nothing to do with me, a fifth-year student," Riddle denied.

"But what about the Muggle wizards? Ginny? Myrtle?"

"Okay. I admit it...but I have always been here for the mission that Salazar has not completed!" He laughed awkwardly and lowered his posture with grief and indignation. "I am his descendant, so I naturally have this obligation, don't I?"

As for whether Salazar Slytherin's own wishes had been tampered with, he didn't know.

Riddle looked like a poor guy who wanted to find a sense of existence among the pure-bloods, but the other party ignored him and only used this incident to emphasize that the account had not been settled yet.

Nietzsche thought: Maybe I should give Hermione a break this year.

Sitting behind the scenes of a magic car company is a lot easier than being in the limelight outside, isn't it?

Grindelwald had heard some things about Hermione Granger from Dumbledore. After today's contact and understanding, he felt it was a pity - Granger should have performed better.

"She's a good kid...if we can transfer her willpower to spells, she might be better than Voldemort."

"Maybe." Nietzsche buried his face in Granger's blanket and said dully, "Maybe she will inherit some professors. After all, she is a studious Gryffindor."

At this point, Grindelwald's sleepiness was dispelled.

Yes, he lost to Dumbledore in his life, so why couldn't he save some face before he died?

It's not enough to just redeem him, he also wants to be disgusting, for example... take Dumbledore's most beloved student into his own hands, and then surpass that wizard who likes to use magical creatures to play tricks.

"Yes, she is very suitable for my Defense Against the Dark Arts course." Grindelwald said shamelessly.

Nietzsche: ???

Is there a possibility that he was talking about Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick, and what does that have to do with you, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who changes once a year...

But no matter what, Grindelwald has changed a lot for the better.

Maybe he really thought Hermione was a good candidate, so in the following days, he would always talk about things that were not in the "Defense Against the Dark Arts" and explain the knowledge beyond the syllabus in a thorough and easy-to-understand way.

Even Hermione, who was very dissatisfied with his behavior, had to admire the clear logic in his speech.

"How could he not be powerful? After all, he was the Dark Lord who started the First World Wizarding War." Riddle complained in his mind.