Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Is this some new type of palliative?" he asked curiously.

But what's strange is that the liquid grass needs to be picked during non-full moon periods, the aconite is also an ingredient for detoxification, and the morning dew is an ingredient in beauty potions. This combination is a bit incongruous.

Beauty and healing, is it a medicine to treat disfigurement?

"Hehe, yes." Snape's face was full of malice. "This is a very important palliative. Make no mistake. If Lupin is captured one day, you will have to bear the responsibility."

"..."

Nietzsche knew that Snape had bad intentions.

"Take away?" He rolled his eyes and asked reluctantly.

"Oh, by the way, it seems that you don't know that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has a mental problem." The professor said gloatingly, "If he doesn't drink the medicine, he will go crazy. When that happens, you can count on the new old guy to help you."

Although he didn't know the origin of Dumbledore's old friend, it didn't stop him from making sarcastic remarks.

He will not let go of anyone who is related to Lupin.

Alas, life is so hard. He has to ask the Weasley twins to go to Hogsmeade to purchase these herbs. He will have to rely on himself for the rest of the morning dew and the herbs that need to be picked at a specific time.

So, there really isn't a single normal person among the professors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

He was either a vessel of Voldemort or a liar. Now there was a suspected mentally ill wizard. He didn't even dare to imagine who he would be in the future.

Next, he was going to study alchemy.

This class can be said to be the focus of Nietzsche. When he was looking through the introduction to alchemy, he saw the name of Principal Dumbledore under the International Pioneering Donation Award.

"Every alchemical product is infused with a wizard's life's work. Even Muggles and Squibs can feel the beauty of magic from alchemical items." The professor was describing what alchemy is in a sophisticated manner at the podium.

This is why Nietzsche was so fond of this course.

In the field of alchemy, as long as there is a suitable method, mass production can be achieved, and this is the technology that Nietzsche needs to master.

Alchemy is not very famous in Hogwarts. Only Egyptian alchemy is world-famous, and the greatest alchemy research center is also in Cairo.

However, these basics were enough for Nietzsche to solve the current problem, and he excitedly recorded the content.

The only drawback is that the professors of elective courses are very busy. As soon as the get out of class is over, they will rush to the next class, and Nietzsche can only hide his questions in his notebook.

Just as he came out of the classroom and walked towards the hall, Crookshanks ran over.

"Can't you just be steady, huh?" Nietzsche felt a stifling sensation in his chest when it hit him. If Theodore hadn't been behind him, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Meow!"

Crookshanks, a fish biscuit in his mouth, tilted his head and looked at him.

"Don't rub it on me!" Nietzsche moved his head to another position and said with a look of disgust.

He didn't know where Crookshanks had gone to find food. Judging from the situation, maybe some little witch took pity on it and gave it some snacks... It was a good thing, at least he didn't have to worry about Crookshanks going hungry.

But Crookshanks just kept looking back. In the direction he came from were marble steps crowded with students who had just finished class.

Nietzsche didn't think much about it, he just walked downstairs holding the heavy Persian cat.

From time to time, she would mutter: "Eat less greasy food. You are lazy and don't want to exercise. If I can't hold you anymore, you will have to spend the night in the forbidden forest. Don't even think about climbing into my bed..."

But suddenly, a pile of books hit him on the head with great precision.

It was as if it was a punishment from God because of his blame for the cat.

Yes, that's accurate... because above the marble stairs is a moving staircase, and what's even more unfortunate is that there is also a book called "The Monster Book of Monsters" among them.

Luckily, the book was still tied up and could only bounce around on his head.

Crookshanks growled at the Monster Book of Monsters above his head, then jumped out of Nietzsche's arms, biting the book and ran out of the hall, as if he wanted to fight to the death with the book that disturbed his interest.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" A familiar panicked voice came from above my head, "My schoolbag just broke..."

It was Hermione. She was using the Sling Charm to pick up all the books scattered on the ground. Her face was covered in sweat, and her left arm was still holding her schoolbag. She was leaning on the railing to look down to see if she had hit anyone.

She was unlucky---it did hit someone.

But she was also lucky - the one she hit was Nietzsche.

He was looking at Hermione with a dark face, and the other party could only smile embarrassedly and stick out her tongue mischievously.

"Can you help me make a dose of Felixir?" Nietzsche covered his head and made a pitiful expression. "What the hell, I've been unlucky since I woke up this morning!!"

Hermione held her broken schoolbag with her left arm and found a tear at the bottom.

"The quality is too bad, don't worry, I will help you complain about this brand... Okay, okay, I didn't do it on purpose, but if this can make you a little stupider..."

Although she said this, she still pretended to touch his head.

The best way to deal with Nietzsche is to stroke his fur like a cat. As long as you cooperate with him as much as possible, everything can be solved.

But in the eyes of some young wizards whose entertainment life was very poor, the corners of their mouths unconsciously curled up, just by watching Hermione rubbing Nietzsche's head, with a cat between them.

Their hearts softened.

"Oh~~"

But some people are happy, while others are not happy---the law of conservation of smiles.

"I don't even have money to buy a new schoolbag... Tsk tsk." Malfoy hid in the crowd. He was almost hit just now. "Things made by Muggles are so, so bad!"

Without giving Hermione a chance to retort, he shook the straps of his backpack like a victorious rooster and proudly squeezed into the crowd.

Are you kidding? If you don’t leave now, what if these two guys throw something at you?

"Maybe I packed too many. There are two books for each subject, and there are those in the library..." Hermione counted about a dozen books and said tiredly, "You are lucky. Fortunately, I left the crystal ball for Divination in the classroom."

Nietzsche glanced at her and said nothing.

It is more than four meters high. If it were a crystal ball, there would definitely be someone lying here today.

"Where's the other book?" Hermione said anxiously. "I have Magizoology at 2pm!"

Nietzsche looked out the door with a look of disappointment and said, "It was just bitten by Crookshanks. If you're lucky, you can still fix it, but at least you don't have to worry about getting bitten."

"Why don't you stop it! Crookshanks will use it to grind his teeth!"

Hermione stamped her feet, stuffed her schoolbag into Nietzsche's hands, and hurried after him.

If the torn monster book is repaired with the repair spell, it should be the same as an ordinary book, right?

Hermione could only hope for the best.

But...was her backpack really torn into pieces because it couldn't withstand the pressure? Nietzsche picked up the damaged backpack from the ground and touched it. It was unlikely that this kind of canvas material would be torn.

"The tear is not a stitch." Nietzsche checked.

It couldn't be that Hermione did this on purpose, right?

What bad luck.

Volume 1: Leave Notice and Suggestions

(Fox recommends skipping the third part, because this section is a bit boring and dragged out. Readers who don’t like it can jump directly to the fourth part of the Goblet of Fire QWQ)

Europeans have been following the schedule recently, so I’m taking a day off today... Hey, I was thinking of taking a day off on the day of the WBG competition on the 11th.

In addition, there have been a lot of big and small things happening recently, including the subsequent chapters, and I don’t know how much I can write. Fox will speed up the main storyline.

What? Riwan? I want it too!

Volume 1: Chapter 155: 'Prophecy' Comes True

After that, Hermione was even less interested in the Potions class at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Nietzsche helped her hold up the textbook and put it in front of her face, thinking that this should be the first time that she dozed off in Potions class...Hermione looked as energetic as if she had stayed up all night and hadn't closed her eyes the entire time.

"Moonstone is a powerful demulcent..." Snape stood on the podium, explaining new potion knowledge.

But Hermione didn't listen at all.

No, she wanted to listen very much, but her brain wouldn't allow it. What was worse was that Nietzsche was so 'kind' as to block her head with a book. Just hearing Snape's flat voice made her feel even sleepier.

"Ah~~" The girl squinted her eyes and yawned loudly while lying on the table.

But it wasn't just her, the entire Potions classroom was filled with a dead smell.

All the Gryffindors had frowns on their faces, and more importantly, Nietzsche didn't see any sign of Draco Malfoy, which was strange - generally speaking, the lions would be happier if Malfoy wasn't present.

This kind of classroom atmosphere obviously could not satisfy Snape.

"I say, there is a student missing from the classroom for no reason." He knocked on the blackboard and scolded the students, "Theodore Nott, you have been laughing since the beginning of the class. Do you think I can't hear you?"

This indifferent question made Theodore shudder and he immediately covered his mouth.

Perhaps other professors would allow the first class of the semester to be a little relaxed, but not Snape. He would require his students to be as rigorous as himself and would not tolerate any mistakes.

"I don't know what you saw in your last elective class, but remember, don't bring other emotions here." Snape glanced at Harry.

But there are always people who can't sit still.

And Nietzsche soon found out how Draco dared not to come to Potions class...

Pansy Parkinson, who had an ambiguous relationship with Malfoy, slowly raised her hand. At the professor's impatient nod, she said, "Draco was sent to the school infirmary because of the Magical Creatures class."

"Ha, that stupid professor... I think I understand now." Snape said sarcastically, "This is the importance of elective courses. You should learn from Mr. Holmes."

"It's none of Hagrid's business to provoke the Hippogriff!" said Harry indignantly.

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor." The professor took this opportunity to vent his dissatisfaction with the status of his students. "Potter, I heard from the vice-headmaster that I don't know whether you will die, but your grades will definitely be."

Nietzsche shrugged, not surprised at all that Draco had come to the school infirmary.

Compared with these, he was more worried about Hermione's mental state - it was only the first day of school, but she didn't look like a human being, not to mention that she had some hidden illnesses.

After the Potions class, Hermione, who was half asleep, jumped up from the table after Nietzsche pushed her elbow.

"Professor!" she said in panic.

"The get out of class is over." Nietzsche looked at her frightened expression and laughed at her. "Also, remember to wipe your mouth, don't let your saliva flow into the crucible under the table."

Hermione subconsciously turned her back and wiped the corners of her mouth with her hand.

But in fact, there was no saliva at all. After realizing that she had been deceived, she angrily licked her dry lips with her tongue, and then grabbed Nietzsche's sleeve and wiped it on them.

The two of them seemed to be in a hostile relationship at all times.

During dinner, the lively atmosphere in the hall sobered Hermione up. The first thing she did was to take out her schedule and give her grades for the four elective courses she had taken:

"Arithmancy. The professor's math is pretty good."

"Muggle Studies is even more boring than History of Magic, but at least I know how wizards view Muggles..."

Here it comes, Nietzsche spooned the meat sauce onto the stew while listening to Hermione's comments.

The tone was very much like an official from the Ministry of Education inspecting the school, but what really made Nietzsche curious was divination - after all, Hermione was still interested in "prophecy".

“Neither sound good…”

"No, except Divination!" Hermione said coldly with a droopy face, "In fact, it's not like what Professor Grendel said at all - and - it's boring, so boring that it reminds me of the days when Lockhart was a professor."

When Nietzsche mentioned this person, a picture came to his mind.

He must be one of the outstanding graduates of Ravenclaw in a certain year...

Sitting next to Hermione was Lavender, who was also a student taking Divination. She was holding a large spoonful of fried pork loin with jam in her mouth, gesticulating towards the two of them, and mumbling something inaudible.

After Lavender finally swallowed the food, she could hear her say, "Because Professor Trelawney predicted a skull tied to a cross."

"What does that mean?" Nietzsche asked.

"Nothing!" Hermione said unhappily, trying to stop her roommate. "It's just an abstract interpretation of a bunch of tea leaves. It's not a prediction of the future at all!"

But Lavender had already opened "Seeing the Future through the Mist" and began to flip through it.

Finally, I saw the notes on pages 5 and 6: the skull means danger on the road ahead, and the cross represents suffering.

To sum up - your path forward is made up of hardships and is accompanied by considerable life-threatening risks.

"Extremely boring." Hermione looked at Nietzsche in deep thought and added, "She also predicted the death of Harry Potter once... But Professor McGonagall said she plays a trick every year. Last year it was George Weasley."

"No, it was Fred. George said Trelawney got them mixed up," Lavender corrected nervously.

Nietzsche suddenly realized.

It was a prediction, but not a complete prediction - she only said that Hermione would experience hardships, but this kind of thing can't be considered a true prediction, after all, who can have smooth sailing, and Hermione had already experienced greater hardships.