Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Volume 1: Chapter 157 Parallel Universe Theory

Nietzsche had a hundred questions in his mind about this strange Granger:

What was she here for? What happened in the future?

But the most important thing is what she went through.

Of course, he didn't doubt it until the other party took the initiative to say his name... because it is impossible to imitate a person from beginning to end, especially the persistence and temperament of Hermione Granger.

So he was pretty sure the man's last name was Granger.

"Let's not talk about Hermione, whom I have known since elementary school. It is enough to explain your origins clearly within your own terms." Nietzsche was deliberately quibbling with words.

The turned-over Granger's face was full of vicissitudes and stories. On the right side from his perspective, there was a very obvious straight knife scar from the corner of the other person's eye to the corner of his mouth, and the skin looked very rough under the moonlight.

Completely different from Hermione, this was the kind that would make the Grangers feel sad when they saw her.

"The future me wants to go back to the past and make up for some...mistakes. It's that simple." Granger's cold attitude showed that he didn't want to say too much.

Maybe it was because Nietzsche was a Slytherin, or maybe it was because he was in what should have been Malfoy's dormitory.

Even if he told Granger that Draco Malfoy was kicked out by him, she still wouldn't believe it - in her impression, Malfoy might be a coward, but he was definitely not someone who would swallow his anger.

Granger was so good at restraint that Nietzsche didn't notice many subtle changes in his expression.

"So you came back from the future to your third grade present..."

"No, no, no! Time is not the linear time in Back to the Future. How come you don't even understand this!" Granger said irritably, "Don't tell me that the person my Crookshanks found for himself turned out to be a poor student."

"I'm second in the grade!"

Nietzsche never expected that he would become the worst one in the team of outstanding performers.

"So who is number one in the grade?"

"Hermione..."

"Ahaha, poor student." Granger laughed sarcastically.

Nietzsche could guarantee that perhaps the school was the safest this year, but he was the unluckiest person in Hogwarts.

Perhaps because he saw that Nietzsche's brain was congested due to being hung upside down and his speech was becoming unclear, the compassionate Granger simply let Nietzsche down.

But when he put it down, his head made a dull clashing sound with the floor, just like a judge using a gavel to finalize the verdict, and his hands were also bound by magic and could only be put behind his back.

The magic power that increases with age is enough to suppress him.

"Since you are so capable, why do you come to me?" Nietzsche said stubbornly.

Granger couldn't possibly touch him. Not to mention Hermione's 'shield', there was also Crookshanks's golden ticket of immunity from death.

But even so, he still had to curse in his heart: little traitor.

"Because this is different from what I remember!" Granger crossed her legs and sat on the warm bed with Crookshanks in her arms. "I don't know you, and I remember that the second in the grade has always been Ravenclaw."

She deliberately raised her voice and slowed down her speech.

However, Nietzsche just leaned against the wall and yawned - it was really interesting that Granger didn't look for Hermione first.

"So?"

"This means a parallel world...Oh my god, how did you become the second place if you are so stupid? By fawning over Slytherin?"

Now, Nietzsche needs to add "Time Travel" after "Asteroid Dynamics" in his future study plan.

Granger rolled her eyes, and when she heard several footsteps in the common room, she quickly stood up and closed the door, while also adding a few sound-isolating spells and a peace-guarding spell.

So cautious as if he had forgotten that this is Hogwarts.

Parallel universe...Nietzsche heard this word in movies and comics.

"Crookshanks is smart, he recognized me right away, so there must be a reason why he asked me to come to you... Fxck, I never thought I would deal with a Slytherin." She hugged Crookshanks tight.

Before she knew it, she had buried her face in it, greedily sucking on the familiar pussy.

Nietzsche, who was accidentally stabbed, just thought: It seems that she has suffered a lot of trauma. This crazy energy... No, De has to be careful with Hermione, so that she won't become like this.

But it is difficult to open the heart of a person who has been traumatized by war, and it is even more difficult if this person is a wizard.

"How much do you know about parallel worlds?"

When asking questions, both Granger and Hermione showed confidence.

"I have referred to British physicist David Deutsch, who wrote that if time travel is possible, then multiple universes must exist, and they would not violate the Novikov consistency principle."

This time paradox is easy to understand:

If a person travels through time, then his past is the present, and the present is the future.

To put it simply - everything you do when you travel through time will not change anything, because the world before you travel through time is already the final outcome after the change.

"If this is a parallel universe, then I can interact with this environment at will, and there will be no restrictions on me." Granger explained carefully to Nietzsche who was dozing on the ground like a teacher.

"That's great, so you don't need to worry about anything." Nietzsche felt no pressure at all and fell to the ground against the wall.

He thought it was something difficult.

Just treat it as immigration, he thought there would be some butterfly effect or something.

"I have to go back." Granger gnashed his teeth and said in a condescending tone, "My mission is to kill Malfoy..."

"Please~" Nietzsche raised his chin.

She really couldn't do anything about this Slytherin.

The hateful thing was that during the day she paid attention to Hermione, she found that Hermione here was not in the same league as Harry and the others, let alone being friends. Granger's intuitive feeling was that of a superior and a subordinate.

And it's almost half of Gryffindor.

Granger didn't say anything, just stared at him, her leather boots tapping rhythmically on the wooden floor.

"Da, da, da..."

"I have two plans. The first one is that although I don't know what you've been through, you can stay away from those things now. The second one is that you find a way to go back, and I will help you as much as possible."

Nietzsche couldn't stand her staring at him anymore and could only give these two solutions temporarily.

Thinking about the bad side, maybe she has lost a lot, so she is so desperate to travel back to the past to change some things. Even after knowing the 'Novikov Self-consistency Principle', she still wants to try.

Perhaps she had already understood that even if she returned to her own timeline, she would not be able to change what had happened.

So Nietzsche could only give her two different hopes - to live in a different way, or to continue on with her wishes.

"I need a lot of books from the library, including those from the restricted section and the Ministry of Magic." Granger looked at his age, then added, "Just borrow what you can borrow, and the rest..."

"No problem, so you can leave now, at least let me replenish my energy."

Nietzsche pushed Crookshanks aside and crawled into the cup like a rolling caterpillar.

Great, even the bed that I just warmed up is cold!

Granger always felt a little strange, wondering why this Slytherin was so calm and agreed so readily.

This inevitably made her suspicious: Maybe he wanted to get some benefits from me...

Just as Granger sat down with his back against the dormitory door, holding two wands in his hands, preparing to take a break, Nietzsche suddenly said, "Oh, there is one more thing~"

Sure enough! He wanted to negotiate terms.

Granger knew that Slytherin was always driven by profit.

"Speak," she asked briefly.

Nietzsche rubbed his untied hands under the covers, Crookshanks snoring beside his ear as if to compensate.

"If you go out in the morning, remember to use the Disillusionment Charm to cover yourself... I don't want anyone to see a strange woman coming out of my room. It's nothing else, but I'm mainly afraid that Hermione will misunderstand~" he said hesitantly.

Granger's fist hardened.

Volume 1: Chapter 158: The Invisible Tail

(Good evening, friends who support WBG, plans have changed, the goal is to win the championship)

This was as Nietzsche had expected—Ms. Granger was honest and... well... a sound sleeper.

After he got up in the morning, he carefully took his wand from the other person's hand, looked at it in the mirror on the desk for a long time, and after making sure that there was nothing unusual, he walked out again with Crookshanks in his arms.

It was said that he embraced it, but in fact Nietzsche snatched it back himself.

'Why doesn't Granger go find her? ' He pinched Crookshanks's neck and saw Hermione who had just come out of the common room.

If you need help, the first person you should look for is yourself.

This is subconscious trust. In a strange yet familiar environment, any normal person would look for himself first, but Granger chose a Persian cat with civet cat bloodline?

Because there were no combined classes for Gryffindor and Slytherin on Tuesday morning.

So after Nietzsche hurriedly finished the Transfiguration class, he immediately ran to the school library.

"Excuse me, Madam Pince. I need to borrow a book!"

"What kind of knowledge do you need to supplement?" She knew who it was just by the voice, and said without raising her head, "Charms is in the first three rows, and the Runic Dictionary is near the restricted area."

He is a frequent visitor to the library. Nietzsche, who often mixes with familiar faces, always gets better service from Madam Pince.

"Is there any more unusual magic research, such as... time or space magic?"

"If it's alchemy, there are some Egyptian research institute materials left by Dumbledore when he was a professor." Madam Pince swung her wand lazily and reminded, "Remember not to bring in the Monster Book of Monsters."

She would mention this matter to everyone she met.

Because a student brought the book on Magical Zoology to the library yesterday and left it behind when leaving, which made Madam Pince furious. When she opened the door today, she found the floor full of torn pieces of paper.

Those are all "masterpieces" of the monster book that bites people.

"I didn't sign up for that course." Nietzsche noticed a light coming from the bookshelf area.

When I walked over and took a look, I saw a whole row of bookshelves filled with notes on alchemy. In one of the ancient books with no cover and no name, it was written: Alchemy is not a talisman. It involves elements that are difficult for wizards to control.

Any abstract concept is the realm of alchemy.

Just as he was frowning and looking through the information of the Egyptian Alchemical Research Institute, there were suddenly several sounds of biscuits breaking near his shoulder.

Looking back, I saw Crookshanks, who was lying on my shoulder, biting on a few fish biscuits.

"How long have you been following me?" Nietzsche's eyes twitched. He cleared his throat and spoke in a low voice.

"Just woke up." Granger suddenly appeared in Nietzsche's blind spot, "I've been here since you finished Transfiguration class... Did you find anything?!"

"As for the records of time magic, there is only one hour reversal spell, and there is no record of any spells."

He took a closer look and found that Granger was clearer than last night under the moonlight. He could see every detail of her body - she was thin and looked very bad. The only lucky thing was that her eyes had not changed at all.

There were biscuit crumbs and blood scabs in the gaps between his long nails. He was probably around twenty years old.

Granger turned her head and looked around, her eyes full of nostalgia.

"Of course not. Only the Unspoken know that kind of spell... It's enough. As long as there is a way to repair the alchemical equipment, it will be fine." Granger said with a smile.

This was also the first time Nietzsche saw her smile instead of looking bitter and resentful.

Perhaps she was aware of the emotions she had revealed, and she only smiled for three seconds before immediately returning to her original cold look. Nietzsche called this expression of tightly pursed lips and keeping silent the "bat face."

"You became a silent person after graduation?" Nietzsche said, leaning against the bookshelf.

Granger was silent for a moment, his fingers stiffened, and after a long while he said, "I didn't. I met a wizard from the Ministry of Magic at Radio Potter, and he died later."

Nietzsche could already imagine the future scene - a group of people hiding from Voldemort's pursuit and communicating with each other using radio in the underground area.

He looked at Granger, who occasionally expressed envy of the surrounding environment, and suddenly realized that the Granger in front of him was not as lucky as Hermione. She had been able to get through this whole journey on her own, which could be seen from her unstable mental state.

Crazy woman...

"Feel sorry."

"What?" Granger thought she had misheard.

"How many Slytherins have joined your side?" Nietzsche asked tentatively.

"Almost all the Gryffindors are dead. Hufflepuffs have the most people, and they can occasionally secretly help out... Actually, Slytherin still had some people at the beginning, but they were later killed by the pure-bloods."

Granger had not lied, and would not lie about this matter.

Just as the two were immersed in their own fantasies, Madam Pince suddenly emerged from the bookshelf corridor.

"No eating in the library~" She glanced at Crookshanks and the biscuit crumbs on Nietzsche's shoulder, "Forget it this time, but remember not to do it again next time, or I'll chase you out with a broom!"