Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

But even so, he didn't want to put the pet mouse back into his pocket, because it had just been vomited out by the cat, so it was really disgusting and full of fishy smell.

The witch tapped the cat on the head hard, acting very apologetic.

"It's always like this. It doesn't like cat food very much. It always sneaks to Diagon Alley to find food by itself when we're not paying attention..."

Nietzsche glanced around and found that Crookshanks was looking at him, then he snored at the mouse Ron was holding.

"Excuse me, does it have some other bloodline?" Grindelwald suddenly came up to the witch, staring at the cat and said.

His unique heterochromatic eyes startled the clerk at the Magical Creatures Shop.

"What a good vision! It is of Kneazle descent, but precisely because it is a mixed-blood, no one has ever bought it. People don't like cats that like to be alone and are suspicious." The witch swung her arms vigorously and lifted the cat in her arms a little higher.

As pets, people of course like those clingy and cute animals...

Nietzsche didn't think so. He thought the cat was quite interesting, both in appearance and in character. For him, a pet that could solve other problems by itself was perfect.

When he is hungry, he will find food by himself. When he is bored, he will play by himself.

"Really? I think it looks a lot like you." Hermione held the birdcage and whispered in his ear.

He keeps to himself, is suspicious of everyone he sees, and often behaves neurotically and insanely...Oh, if his demeanor is very similar to her, then his personality is simply a replica of Nietzsche.

By the way, although Nietzsche and Hermione jointly purchased 'Mercury' at the beginning of the school year, Hermione still uses it most of the time.

Don’t ask why, because Mercury has a past that he can’t bear to look back on. Even he tilted his head and looked at Crookshanks, as if wondering: If Nietzsche had a new pet, would he suffer less?

"Wizards are so short-sighted that they always look down on the insignificant lives in front of them." Grindelwald's words sounded like a sigh, but more like a mockery of himself.

He had such foresight because he had suffered losses in the past and had to make up for it by intensively studying the knowledge of magical animals.

"Aren't snakes supposed to be afraid of cats?" Hermione said calmly as she saw him staring at her.

A pun!

"Who doesn't like cats?" Nietzsche said seriously, as if he was getting angry. "No one doesn't like cats. Besides, I'm just too lazy to take care of animals..."

"If it was Crookshanks, there would be no need to go to such lengths." The witch cleared her throat and interjected appropriately, "My dear, Kneazles are very smart and are very good at protecting their masters."

She noticed that among the group, only Nietzsche had empty hands.

This is a potential customer!

Besides, the witch really didn't want to go back and forth in Diagon Alley every day, trying to find a half-breed cat-nuke that always ran away.

"Okay, how much is it?" Nietzsche was moved and made up his mind.

"The original price was ten Galleons, but it just can't be sold, so... five Galleons!"

The witch happily took the coins and put the cat on the table. Crookshanks just stretched, slowly crawled to Nietzsche's seat, curled his tail and began to snoring. The clerk then breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, finally got rid of this troublemaker.

After making sure that Crookshanks did not show a bad attitude, the witch left without looking back to prevent Nietzsche from changing his mind.

Crookshanks, however, was still carelessly dozing off on the table, trying to relieve the nausea he had just felt. He didn't care at all about who his new master was, as if he was ready to slip away at any time if he was not satisfied.

"I'd better put Scabbers back in the car." Ron's ears turned red and he walked out sullenly with the mouse in his hand.

This is what happens when he is under pressure and has no place to vent.

Later, Nietzsche and Hermione walked around a few more times, listening to the conversations of wizards and buying various types of books, until they returned to Charing Cross Road from the Leaky Cauldron in the evening.

Along the way, Nietzsche would always joke with Crookshanks in his arms:

"You're too heavy." "Why so serious?"

But Hermione always felt that he was taking the opportunity to be sarcastic, but she had no evidence.

It was as if he had sold the cat just to tease Hermione. He deliberately raised his arms while sighing, and as soon as Hermione turned her eyes away, he would deliberately exclaim like Lockhart and then change position.

But no matter what Nietzsche did, she had the idea fixed in her mind.

But what was Nietzsche's real intention in buying Crookshanks?

For fun? Want a pet? Because it resembles serious or pseudo-serious Hermione?

He himself doesn't know. Maybe if he really wants to say something, it's a little bit of everything. After all, except in serious occasions, Nietzsche was very free and easy most of the time. As long as it made him happy, it was enough.

"Pets usually follow their owners." She would never change her mind.

"Well~ Crookshanks has been in that pet shop for so long, how come he doesn't even have a cat friend?" Nietzsche said nonchalantly, "It's really pitiful, but it doesn't matter, I won't despise you."

He ran his fingers through Crookshanks' fur.

Very fluffy, the feel was like... Nietzsche glanced at Hermione's hair.

Hermione was furious. How could she not understand what the other party meant?

It's obvious that he was talking about how he couldn't make friends in school. So she was the one who was pitied. No! She was the one who pitied Nietzsche... No, no! He was just talking about the cat!

Hermione pulled herself back from her thoughts just in time.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly, otherwise she would have fallen into the other party's thinking trap again.

* Nietzsche adds one point first.

When it was time to say goodbye, Hermione said coldly: "Think about Smaug in the Forbidden Forest first. She will definitely be happy with your new 'friend'... Ahaha, I'm really looking forward to meeting these two little ones."

*Nietzsche felt a pressure and froze at the intersection.

*Hermione followed closely behind, earning herself a point.

"Really? I don't think they will necessarily meet, one is in school and the other is in the Forbidden Forest..."

"Maybe Crookshanks will run into Smaug when he goes out to look for food one day?" Hermione smiled wickedly and turned the game around.

Nietzsche stared blankly at Crookshanks in his arms. No, he couldn't let it meet his Norwegian Ridgeback no matter what. If that guy in the Forbidden Forest knew that he had an extra pet during the vacation, who knows what kind of trouble he would make.

If we're unlucky, the eight-eyed giant spider might become extinct.

He held Crookshanks in front of him and said word by word: "Don't go to the Forbidden Forest."

But Crookshanks just yawned, blinked lazily, then used his claws to pull Nietzsche's hand and put it on his ear. It was just a poor, unwanted half-breed cat.

I didn't understand what Nietzsche said, but I vaguely remembered the word "Forbidden Forest".

Crookshanks: The Forbidden Forest? What is that?

Sometimes the more you remind the cat, the more interested it will become.

Grindelwald did not say anything, but just followed the two little wizards, watching everything that was happening in front of him with great interest. In his heart, he kept thinking of Dumbledore's reminder - to feel.

In fact, he agreed to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in order to study Horcruxes and with some purpose.

Because Dumbledore felt that now was an era of change, and Grindelwald wanted to know the final direction of the wizarding world, so he walked out of the Austrian castle.

At least for now, it's not bad.

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Sorry, sorry, Fox posted the wrong chapter again, ahhhhhh!!

Volume 1: Chapter 148 The Encounter between Two Professors

(The order of chapters has been changed... Damn it, the number of words in the changed chapters is greater than before, what a shame...)

The next day, Nietzsche and Hermione were sent to the station by their respective parents, and they met again on the train.

Grindelwald had already found a good place early on - the end of the train, where there were very few people and there was a window at the end of the train through which he could see the scenery passing by behind him.

He seems to be more diligent than anyone else.

"Come on, come here," Grindelwald urged, "I don't want to be squeezed with the others."

"But these are usually student carriages. Normally, professors should sit in the prefects' section." Hermione raised her wand and directed the luggage to return to its place.

"It's so boring! Are there any clear regulations?" Professor Ke said with disgust.

Even if there is such a rule, he would pretend not to see it and no one can stop his behavior.

Grindelwald looked curiously at the students jumping in the corridor. His lively expression did not look like a centenarian at all. Nietzsche sometimes wondered - could it be that the professor's life was also extended by the Philosopher's Stone?

Not only that, he also discovered that when the train started, Professor Glendale would subconsciously clench his hands, and it would take a long time for them to relax slightly.

"You are nervous." Nietzsche untied his wizard robe.

From his collar, as if by magic, suddenly appeared a cat's head. Crookshanks! It jumped from Nietzsche's clothes onto the table.

Grindelwald tried to touch it, but the cat didn't give him any face. It bent its waist, purred loudly at him, then jumped nimbly onto Nietzsche's knees and stretched.

This surprised the professor, and he looked at Crookshanks with his strange eyes for a while.

"Me? Nervous?" He laughed. "Of course, I was resting in an isolated castle. When Albus came to me, he said that at this critical moment, only I could do the job."

Half truths and half lies.

But Grindelwald was not wrong, he was indeed imprisoned in a castle, and he was indeed surprised by Dumbledore's visit.

Professor Glendale opened the window a little and breathed in fresh air. For an old wizard like him, everything outside was unfamiliar to him, just like a newborn baby getting to know the world all over again.

"Maybe it can even dispel the rumor about the curse." Hermione did not object.

To be honest, although she disagreed with the professor on many of his ideas, he still helped her a lot, especially in his insights into spells and the war magic of ancient runes.

Powerful and mysterious, this is how Hermione felt about Professor Grendel.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and a second adult appeared at the door of the random compartment. He was carrying a suitcase tied with ropes, and his wizard robe was also covered with patches.

Nietzsche scratched the cat's ears and quickly looked at the other person from head to toe:

This was a middle-aged wizard. Judging from his suitcase, thin body, and unkempt stubble, he was a frustrated wizard with a stable job.

His eyes were lifeless and hazy. The moment he opened the door and saw the three of them, his eyes shifted and glanced at the empty seats. It seemed that he was looking for a place to stay and his personality was very introverted.

"Excuse me, um...the other carriages are full..." He lowered his head, looking very depressed.

"Of course!" Before he could finish his words, Hermione pointed to the seat opposite him, "R... Professor Lupin, if you don't mind, we can squeeze in a little here."

The other party was very surprised.

"How do you know my name?" His voice was hoarse.

"It's written on the box." Hermione squinted her eyes and looked at it for a while, then continued, "Since there is a vacant position at Hogwarts, you are the other professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

If Professor McGonagall were here, she might say: Five points to Gryffindor for Miss Granger's attentiveness!

At this time, Grindelwald also shook hands with Professor Lupin and introduced him: "Just call me Grendel. We are colleagues this year... I didn't expect that you are the second person Albus called."

Lupin just nodded in agreement.

Wow, just one compartment brought together the top and second best students in the grade and two professors of Dark Magic Defense.

"It sounds like you are very familiar with Professor Dumbledore." Lupin looked up at the luggage rack, then pushed down his dirty and tattered suitcase and placed it horizontally between his legs.

Nietzsche sensed in his heart what Professor Lupin was thinking: he cared a lot about what other people thought.

Generally, only a very psychologically fragile person would act so cautiously - he is worried that his suitcase will be squeezed together with others.

Grindelwald nodded, without denying the other party's guess, and simply said: "It seems that Albus just wants me to be your assistant. It doesn't matter. I will make a good teaching plan and will not steal your limelight."

But when Hermione heard this, she just sneered in her heart.

Teaching plan?

After spending these days together, I found that this old professor is a true practical wizard. When it comes to spells and theories, he pays attention to efficiency and practicality rather than safety. He can perform all kinds of black magic with ease.

She believed that Tom Riddle had a deep understanding of this.

So, the students of Hogwarts will suffer this year~

"No way, I'm just Professor Dumbledore's student..." Lupin said softly.

He felt embarrassed, so he lowered his posture even lower.

This was not out of modesty, but Lupin truly felt that he was not qualified to be a professor. Now that he knew that Professor Dumbledore's friend was his assistant, he felt even more uneasy.

So Lupin could only force an awkward smile towards Nietzsche and Hermione opposite him, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The amazing thing is that Crookshanks was very fierce to Professor Grendel, but did not show much aggression towards this stranger. It was really strange, so Nietzsche lowered his head and continued to enjoy the fluffy and soft hair.

As the train passed the bridge, the windows began to be marked by knife-like water marks from the rain.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and dark clouds gathered above the train, turning into a black ocean. At this time, Crookshanks began to scream suspiciously.

"There is danger..." Grindelwald's eyes immediately became sharp after seeing the cat's reaction.