Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Volume 1: Chapter 162: Time Converter

The facts presented by Boggart are terrifying when you think about them carefully.

Only Draco Malfoy and his gang noticed what Nietzsche feared, but no one knew what evil plan he was up to.

It is now mid-October, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is gradually deepening. Every time students enter the classroom, they have to be on their toes and hold their wands in their hands at all times to deal with Boggarts or red hats that may appear from nowhere.

Professor Glendale was even better, he even encouraged students to try using different kinds of black magic to deal with these creatures.

But Professor Lupin was somewhat opposed...

Granger has kept a much lower profile since the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, spending most of his time auditing alchemy classes and spending his free time wandering around the edge of the Forbidden Forest with Crookshanks.

When he saw her again, Nietzsche was still picking lavender.

"Adding two slices of dried strawberry to the Dreamless Sleeping Potion when stirring it at the end will change the taste." Granger hugged Crookshanks and told him about the improvement plan for the potion.

What a good teacher, if her eyes could be less sharp...

"Thank you."

"So, you founded so many things with her?" Granger sighed, stroking the Persian cat with a dull look in his eyes.

It's all about the future.

"I say, are you so envious? You are no worse than Hermione."

Nietzsche held back his laughter and carefully dug out the valerian roots from the ground. He opened the small cloth bag tied around his waist, shook off the dirt, and put them together with the licorice slices.

Maybe this Granger also doesn't like the strange taste of the potion. There are always various ways to change the taste.

As time went by and the environment became peaceful, she let down her guard a little, her pale skin gradually became flesh-colored, and her chin-length short curly hair was not so dry. This was a good start.

"But I don't have so many friends." Granger's eyes were complicated and she pursed her lips tightly. "And I wouldn't expect Weasley and Potter to help me make sleeping water and joy potion... Boy, not all Grangers are so lucky."

She jumped lightly and landed on the branch.

How beautiful the castle was in the evening. The golden afterglow and the laughter made her linger. If possible, Granger hoped to die here.

"I don't mean to discourage you, but you should know...traveling back in time doesn't change the future." Nietzsche wiped his hands casually on his school robe, making his body dirty. "You can stay here and start over."

Granger was stunned for a moment, looking at the mud on Nietzsche's face, and couldn't help laughing.

"Has your mouth always been so popular with girls?"

"Have it?"

"I don't belong here, Holmes. Their admiration, hope, and respect all belong to Hermione... You're a good person. Let me give you a hint - if possible, it's best to kill those people as soon as possible. You know who I'm talking about."

Granger looked at the castle and sniffed nervously.

This is the difference between her and Hermione. This Granger is more decisive and acts vigorously.

He keeps talking about killing people, which really makes him feel very uncomfortable.

"Dumbledore won't allow me to do this." Nietzsche knew who she was talking about, and both sides understood each other tacitly. "Everything you see and hear now is what I can do within the rules."

She was literally the Slytherin of Gryffindor.

This also leads to Granger and Nietzsche having surprisingly consistent views on many things, such as certain methods... Many actions that Hermione needs to consider are allowed by Granger.

Of course, everyone's experience is different, and that's normal.

"Do you know how the You-Know-Who won?" Granger felt the warmth on his fingertips and hugged Crookshanks tighter. "Someone informed on him... The Draco family sided with him at the last minute."

"That's impossible. Malfoy is not yet capable of influencing a winning trend."

Nietzsche had a clear understanding of Lucius's strength.

In the wizarding war, only powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort can change the course of the entire war on their own...

"I don't know how they did it, but after the final battle between Harry Potter and Voldemort, the only thing that is certain is that the Malfoys are taking revenge on me... because I did something that forced them to turn to the You-Know-Who."

This is very strange.

Except for a few fanatics, most pure-bloods and half-bloods hold the attitude of "using a living weapon that has lost its humanity" towards Voldemort. Their attitude towards Voldemort is more of fear and disdain.

After the war, those people's interests did not suffer any loss in essence, but instead made the magic world more closed.

"I'm not surprised if it's you..." Nietzsche whistled.

Crookshanks, hearing the whistle, jumped from the treetop to the top of Nietzsche's head.

Seeing that Crookshanks was fairly obedient, he snorted with satisfaction, clenched his bag of herbs, and walked from outside to the Potions classroom.

Lighting, grinding, stirring, a large pot of dreamless sleeping potion can allow Hermione to drink it until January next year. Granger must admit that she does envy someone who can give her some caring comfort when she is most tired.

Four lavender branches were rubbed into powder, and Nietzsche put the excess part back into the bag to make a temporary sachet.

"I killed Draco at that time..." Granger hesitated and told her own experience, "He let the Death Eaters into the school and killed so many people. I couldn't just let him go back like that."

It makes sense; Nietzsche would have done the same.

While wiping the glass jar, he thought about Granger's hint: Draco was obviously the only child of the Malfoy family, and his life would definitely affect the final decision of the Malfoys.

But death is inevitable, Nietzsche was just considering how the other person would die in advance.

"So you want to go back to before Draco was killed and stop yourself from killing him?" Nietzsche said doubtfully.

"No, I want to go back to an earlier time and kill his parents so that he has never been born..."

Hiss~ It seems that the Grangers have suffered a lot.

Granger did not regret his decision, but instead reflected on whether he should have done something more drastic and gotten rid of all the people at once.

As she spoke, she gradually became crazy, her eyes filled with hatred.

This crazy idea made Nietzsche cough. He couldn't imagine how Granger came up with such an idea, but since it was her choice, all he could do was "not object".

Just because she is Hermione Granger.

"If Draco had no birth, it might directly lead to a new parallel universe where you can't see the future," Nietzsche said.

According to the paradox, if Draco had never existed, then there would be no reason for Granger to travel back in time, and then she would not be standing here talking to him now.

unless....

"His death is not the reason for me to travel through time. I just need to hand the time converter to my future self after Voldemort wins. That's enough." Granger smiled evilly. "You and I will meet again."

She pulled out a stopwatch and placed it on the table.

Nietzsche looked familiar, as if he had seen him once before.

On the cover of the pocket watch was written a line:

'I mark every moment, but never outstrip the sun. My worth to you is measured by your purpose.'

Nietzsche suddenly realized that this crazy woman intended to treat her life as a story, and then use her identity as God to correct mistakes, forcibly correct history, and extend a timeline controlled by herself.

"The reversal spell used as the starter has been used up, so I need a replacement for the modification."

"Hermione has one too. Wait... No wonder she can take three classes at the same time." Nietzsche's hand trembled, and a little potion splashed onto Snape's podium. "She is actually playing with time in order to attend class!"

Well, no wonder Granger dares to play with time. I'm afraid not all Hermiones are like this.

She is decisive in her actions, but sometimes she hesitates when considering the means. She is hesitant in her actions, but she dares to play with time... This is Hermione Granger, who easily did what Nietzsche did not dare to do.

"That's why I can't just go find someone who's in a time-reversal situation." Granger gave him a reproachful look.

Really, it’s just turning back time, what’s the big deal?

"What about her?" The first person Nietzsche thought of was Hermione.

"She won't be able to hold on for long, and frequently reversing time is just overdrawing her own energy. You can just use mine to replace her when she's on vacation... Hermione will just feel like she's used up all her time."

With Granger's intelligence, it would not be difficult for him to delve a little deeper into alchemy.

The difficult part is the spell of the time reversal spell. The Silent Person will never reveal it until death. This is the rule, so she only needs to improve the existing time converter.

The fear Nietzsche displayed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class reminded her.

"I want to write my own story...Nietzsche, remember, your ideas are not wrong, they cannot stay." Granger said earnestly.

Volume 1: Chapter 163 Hermione's 'Crisis'

Hermione was unhappy.

Not only because of the endless classes, but also... Nietzsche!

She always felt that he was avoiding her intentionally or unintentionally. It was so funny. Why did she care so much? Just because Nietzsche made a big jar of dreamless sleeping potion that even Snape couldn't find any fault with?

Oh, and it’s strawberry flavored.

"I'm thinking about whether I can bring the children to see it in the next class..." Hagrid led a hippogriff into the woods and said hesitantly, "You know, it's difficult for ordinary wizards to see the true face of a fire dragon."

Hermione kicked the bucket over with all her might, causing hundreds of freshwater fish of varying sizes to jump around on the grass in the Forbidden Forest.

You know, she was already upset, and there was no room for negotiation on Professor Hagrid's "crazy" request. Besides, she didn't want Malfoy to recall some memories again.

"Dragons can do more than just scratch students," Hermione refused.

"But Buckbeak's not to blame, you all saw it - it was Draco himself who wanted to scold him," Hagrid muttered and cursed.

The hippogriff Buckbeak behind him cried out, looked at the abundant food on the ground, and was about to have a hearty meal. But as soon as he bent down, the Norwegian Ridgeback opposite him immediately opened its eyes and stared at it.

It is just a magical creature of XXX level. What can it do against a monster of XXXXX level?

"Malfoy deliberately harmed you and wanted you to be expelled..." Neville, who had just washed his face by the stream, interrupted.

Perhaps Hagrid thought of some bad experiences, and his face immediately turned pale.

"His father is already in Azkaban. Why would you resign?" Ron said bluntly. "Don't worry. Even if the Ministry of Magic really wants to investigate, we still have Hermione and Nietzsche..."

"Nietzsche doesn't have the time for that!"

When Hermione heard the name, she immediately became furious, just like Crookshanks seeing Scabbers.

Perhaps because he heard a familiar name, Smaug immediately raised his head. Dozens of sturgeons slid down from his head, but after looking around for a few times and not seeing the nominal 'master', he started to eat the snacks in disappointment.

This startled Ron.

He took a few steps back, walked to Harry's side, and asked in a low voice: "Did she eat the Filibuster fireworks?"

"He's a very busy man, and I made so many plans for him..." Hermione ignored them, using the dragon's tail as a cushion under her butt, and continued to complain, "But he always refuses when I ask him to go to the library!"

Harry, Ron, Neville, Hagrid.

The four of them stood there like wooden stakes, listening to her complaints, unable to utter a word of comfort.

Honestly speaking, because they have never been liked by the opposite sex, nor have this experience, and cannot understand girls' minds, they dare not say much... They would rather do nothing than make mistakes.

"But didn't Nietzsche make sleeping water for you?" Harry said cautiously.

"That's the problem!" Hermione took out a small bottle from her arms, uncorked it and smelled it, then frowned, "I asked Professor Snape, this sleeping water is definitely not made to Nietzsche's standard."

A qualified dreamless sleeping pill should be light purple in color.

But the bottle in her hand was purple-red, without any impurities or sediment in it. When held high, it could let the sunlight penetrate. Moreover, she could add flavor to a bottle of potion, which was definitely the level of a potion master.

Harry sniffed and, in addition to the scent of lavender, there was a hint of grass and strawberry.

It's like a lawn that has just been weeded.

"Is there any difference?" he said enviously, "Wormwood makes sleeping water very bitter. I really hope Nietzsche can change the taste of bone spirit..."

"It's a huge difference! During the potion making process, if you stir less than half a turn or if you have one gram less of material, the potion will fail. His grades in Potions class are not even as good as mine. He must have hidden something."

Great, no wonder he didn’t go to the library when I asked him to recently, it turns out he was studying secretly.

Harry thought, although he had no experience in love, at least he had never seen anyone doing homework in the library on a date, right?

"I have reason to suspect that he is learning from others." Hermione's face was very gloomy.

This feeling is like having a cat that you have raised for more than a year, and suddenly when you take it out for a walk, the cat runs back home following someone else.

No one feels good...

She turned back again, stroked the Norwegian Ridgeback's head, and said with a sad heart, "My dear Smaug, it seems you will never see him again."

Smaug cooperated by breathing out a ball of fire, which made them all feel a little warm in the cold October wind.

How could this be possible? Even though it didn't like Hermione very much, if Hermione could bring Nietzsche back to the Forbidden Forest, it would consider letting her ride on it for some fun.

For the next few days, Hermione would always pay attention to Nietzsche in Potions class.