Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

But if that's the case...

"But it's not something that you hate so much, is it?" Nietzsche felt that she was keeping a secret.

"She said I was deliberately closing my third eye." Hermione was not interested in the strawberry pudding that was brought to her. "You just didn't hear the tone. It was as if I had done something unforgivable."

But Lavender raised her eyebrows and glanced back and forth between the two men.

"Are you sure that's what Professor Trelawney is talking about?" She winked at Nietzsche playfully.

"Okay, I'm full!" Hermione held Nietzsche's collar and pushed him, "I'm going to go back and rest first. I have three elective classes tomorrow."

She was trying hard to avoid something, which made Nietzsche even more curious.

Unfortunately, Hermione didn't give any chance and just yelled at Lavender to remember to study Transfiguration tonight.

Nietzsche had no choice but to sit in the lounge, sorting out his alchemy textbook. He was planning to draft a letter to his beloved Mr. Quirrell. Because it was not yet curfew at this time, everyone was wandering around the school.

At this time, a figure sneaked in.

It was Draco, his arm wrapped in bandages, walking in, supported by Goyle and Crabbe.

"Damn Rubeus Hagrid..." He warned them, "I'm going to tell Fudge about this and wait until my father comes out. I want that big fool to be expelled... Ouch, get out of here!"

Crabbe suddenly tilted to the left, hitting his injured arm.

"It was this stupid cat that bumped into my foot."

Crabbe and Goyle both bent their bow legs and swayed back and forth, which made Draco even more impatient.

Just as he was about to teach Crookshanks a lesson, it swiftly climbed onto Nietzsche's legs and coiled up in front of the stove. But Nietzsche ignored them and after his cat had brushed enough outside, he carried it back to bed.

The second night of school was the same.

At midnight, Nietzsche heard slight footsteps and then felt a heaviness on his legs. He thought: Maybe Crookshanks has come up to keep warm again.

I just didn't care about it.

"Meow~~"

Because Nietzsche always slept uneasily with something on his legs, he could not enter a deep sleep state so quickly, so in the second half of the night, he would always hear slight noises outside the door.

After he opened his eyes with difficulty, he discovered something that horrified him - there was a figure on the bed.

Nietzsche's right hand quietly reached for the pillow, where his magic wand was hidden, but the figure seemed to see through his thoughts. Then, both his hands were tied with a rope and bound to both sides of the bed.

'Hogwarts really is the safest place.'

This is the lounge, the lounge!

Last year it was Dobby the house-elf, who is it this year? !

"Who are you?" the figure asked first.

Nietzsche raised his head, and the cold feeling on his neck made him sure that it was either a magic wand or a sharp knife... Whatever it was, it was very disadvantageous to him.

"Miss, this is the Slytherin dormitory. Before asking others, can you please tell me who you are?"

He wanted to raise his leg to clamp the other person's neck, but suddenly found that Crookshanks was still sitting there, staring at him with his head tilted, with no sense of crisis at all, which was completely different from what happened on the train before.

So I could only look at this 'lady' again (and listen to her voice).

"Little traitor." Nietzsche was still not satisfied, so he raised his head and scolded his Persian cat.

"Don't you dare curse at Crookshanks!" The other party sounded even angrier than himself, and poked his throat with the wand a little harder.

“This is my cat!”

"this is mine!"

He and 'her' suddenly started arguing over Crookshanks' ownership.

"This is really interesting. I guess I have to go to Diagon Alley and ask them if they used a pet to cheat two people out of their money." Nietzsche was so angry that he laughed and pulled the rope hard with both hands a few times.

A silent Transfiguration spell, of medium to high danger.

But the smile on his face soon froze as the other party took off his black hood.

The sparkling moonlight shone through the lake and the floor-to-ceiling windows, and when it shone on the person's face, it presented a mature, scarred face... Nietzsche didn't know her, but he always felt that she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere.

Especially those chocolate eyes.

"Don't tell me that I climbed onto the bed in the boys' dormitory in the middle of the night just for the ownership of a cat... Alas!"

Nietzsche got hit in the stomach, not hard, just enough to make him want to vomit.

But...it's worth it!

He didn't expect that the joke he made on Crookshanks would actually come true.

Volume 1: Chapter 156: The Second Granger

"time."

"Based on the position of the moonlight's shadow, it's around three in the morning... probably."

"No, I asked about the date!"

"September 2nd, no, it's the 3rd now."

When the familiar-looking woman heard the date, she walked back and forth in the room with a frown on her face, with no intention of untying him.

Nietzsche stretched his neck and glared at Crookshanks, but the other just lowered his head, made a few soft meowing sounds, and then moved from his legs to his face, covering his face with his fluffy hair.

After a few minutes, Nietzsche felt something licking his wrist, and then the rope was bitten off by it.

It’s still a good boy. I’ll settle the score with it later.

The freed right hand immediately grabbed the wand under the pillow and attacked the other party from behind while he was muttering to himself.

"Incarcerous!"

A thick rope flew from the sky and tied her up like a dragon.

But it was completely useless. A silver light just flashed by the woman's body, and the spell summoned by Nietzsche was bounced away and disappeared in a wisp of green smoke.

Nietzsche didn't think he could defeat the enemy with one move. At the same time, he jumped up from the bed. A dull buzzing sound immediately sounded in the room, and the converged light only illuminated half of his face.

But the other party reacted quickly. The moment Nietzsche raised his wand horizontally, she also pointed her wand at him.

"Get out of the way, Crookshanks!" The other party was attacked and had no way to fight back. He could only stand there and stare.

"Meow~~"

Crookshanks jumped out of bed, put his arms around Nietzsche's neck, and hung them on his chest like a pendant.

"Who are you?" Nietzsche stared at the other person's hands and feet, and threatened, "If there is any movement, the head of Slytherin will rush here as soon as possible..."

The strong light was so dazzling that the other party could only squint and put up several armor spells in front of him.

"This is really Slytherin's specialty." She sneered and said sarcastically, "If I remember correctly, this should be the dormitory of Draco Malfoy and his two lackeys."

Nietzsche was a little surprised. Riddle should be the only one who knew his specialty.

However, the other party's words revealed a lot of information - this should have been the dormitory of Malfoy, Goyle and Crabbe, but it was not the same on the first night after they entered the first year.

"You've found the wrong dormitory. If he's here to seek revenge, he's next door to me."

"Really?" The other party raised his wand and while wrestling with Nietzsche, he used his left hand to cast a wandless spell.

After a flash of bright light, Nietzsche's feet were caught by invisible hooks and he was hanging upside down in the air. Before Nietzsche could think of how to break the spell and respond, a flash of red light passed by and the magic wand slipped from his hand into the other party's hand.

The real battle was over in an instant.

While being able to use magic to block his own attacks, he can also use his free hand to perform silent and wandless spells.

They were on a completely different level. The opponent obviously had rich experience and did not give any chance for illusion. This made Nietzsche feel helpless for the first time.

"I surrender... Besides, it's true." Nietzsche raised his hands while hanging upside down.

That’s great, I’m not here to see him, that’s okay.

Perhaps because he saw that Nietzsche was not hurt, Crookshanks took two steps at a time and jumped into the man's arms. This action made the other party put down his wand... but not Nietzsche.

So he could only endure it and become the Hanged Man temporarily.

"That's strange. I've been to Malfoy's dormitory before, and I remember it very clearly..."

"Excuse me, when did you come?"

But the woman ignored Nietzsche. She just held Crookshanks and looked at him for a while. Then she said to herself, "Do you think this person is worthy of my trust? Crookshanks, it's great that you are still alive."

Nietzsche did not feel humiliated even when he was tied to the bed and his wand was taken away, except now!

As he watched this crazy woman talking to Crookshanks huddled together, he always felt that something was wrong - as if a husband could only watch his wife acting coquettishly in the arms of another woman and feel ashamed.

"Ha! I see." Nietzsche gritted his teeth and said, "You were ordered to protect Draco, right?"

"What?" The other party looked up blankly.

Who else could it be who had been to Malfoy's dormitory?

It's not someone from the Malfoy family, he couldn't think of who it was. Now that group of people dared to extend their hands and feet into the school, it was really disgusting. That's right, they released the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets last semester, what else would they not dare to do.

"You keep pretending..." Nietzsche was just about to say something like what Watson said after he lost the gambling, but his tongue was blocked and his throat was locked.

"No, you can't follow this kind of bastard." The other party ignored Nietzsche's shouting, turned his head and said to the cat, "Sure enough, you should go back to Gryffindor, and you must go back."

"Meow~"

Crookshanks growled lazily, then jumped from her arms into the still-warm quilt.

It demonstrated its ownership through actions, and now, Nietzsche and this crazy woman were left staring at each other.

"That's strange. I've never heard of anyone like you in Slytherin." She glanced at Crookshanks, paused, and continued, "But I do have some relationship with Draco..."

Nietzsche let out an "Aha!" from his throat and shook his body vigorously.

Even if the other party attacks him, he will butt him with his head.

"I'm going to kill him. He's the prey and I'm the hunter...Granger will never compromise." Nietzsche understood every word the crazy woman said, but when put together they made him dazed.

Wait, Granger?

Does Hermione have any other reclusive wizard relatives?

“Ahh? Aaaahhh!”

The crazy woman, who was a little annoyed by his howling, broke the curse, allowing Nietzsche's tongue to escape from his palate. He was so happy that he could speak again.

"Granger?" He was a little dizzy, or maybe he was stunned by the news. "Why have I never heard Hermione say that her parents and sisters are wizards here?"

"What are you talking about? I'm Hermione Granger." She frowned and said, "Besides, you are not allowed to say that name."

'Hermione' is Granger's nickname.

"You are Hermine, and she is also Hermine, so..." Nietzsche licked his lips, gestured at the other person's figure and appearance, and said in disbelief, "So there really will be cars like the one in Back to the Future in the future?"

As for the other party's warning, he completely ignored it.

Why, he was already hanging up. Why couldn't he just talk a little? Besides, it was hard for him to associate this crazy woman with the usual Hermione.

Granger's mouth twitched.

"So what happened between you and me in the future that you won't let me call your name?"

"Shut up!" Granger said angrily, "I don't even know you. If Crookshanks hadn't insisted on being with you, I wouldn't have come here... Maybe you'll die at the hands of those Death Eaters in the future."

Ahaha ~ Crookshanks.

Niece twisted his body vigorously, turned half a circle in the air, glared at his cat, and turned back with difficulty.

Little traitor.

"You broke Hermione's schoolbag, you have to pay for it." Nietzsche's starting point is always surprisingly tricky.

"I didn't know what your relationship with Crookshanks was, so I just wanted to take this opportunity to drive it away from your arms." Granger clenched her fists, suppressing the anger in her heart, "I also want to ask what your relationship with Hermione is!"

Nietzsche rolled his eyes, and when he thought of the previous humiliation, malice surged in his heart.

"Ah~ Who knows what the relationship is? It's a long story~"

Jie Jie Jie.

(As usual, the heroine of this book is called 'Hermione', and the other is called 'Granger')