Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"The shrinking potion will cut the daisy roots into pieces... and break them into pieces~"

She saw that Nietzsche did not take out a knife like the others, but replaced most of his equipment with a wand. This small change made Hermione narrow her eyes. You know, he was despised by Snape as a 'muggle who can do magic'.

Under the cutting spell, his daisy rhizomes were smaller and more uniform than those of the others.

"This is the Potions classroom, not the Charms class." Snape heard him chanting, swung his cloak, and rushed over with big strides.

"Professor, I found that the smaller the daisy rhizomes are, the more soluble they are in the potion." Nietzsche slowly lit the fire, and in front of the other party, he threw the rhizomes in while stirring.

Then he waved his magic wand again, hanging the shrunken figs and leeches in the air.

Magic power squeezed out the juice from them, and Nietzsche separated the lavender and black turbid liquids... This was not in line with the textbook. Hermione opened the "Book of Potions", which said that the shrunken figs should be peeled and thrown in.

"You're doing it wrong." Hermione stopped what she was doing.

"This can reduce the failure rate of the shrinking potion. When the potion turns a toxic orange-yellow color, it is mostly due to the fig pulp." Nietzsche said calmly, "After such a long time, there must be some lags."

He was actually admiring the mature Granger.

But to Hermione, these words were very harsh - it was like she was showing off that she had found a loophole in the 16th century.

(The shrinking potion was invented in the 16th century)

"Five points for Slytherin. It seems that Mr. Holmes's brain is only made of wood on the outside." Snape showed some appreciation. "These things have a history of hundreds of years, so of course there will be some discrepancies."

He was not very surprised by Nietzsche's discovery.

It would be better to say that Snape's surprise was only because the discoverer was Nietzsche, not Hermione Granger.

But it’s a great start!

"What are you still standing there for? Weasley, Potter, Longbottom." The professor turned around and scolded impatiently, "Write it down quickly. Can you find these when you recite normally?"

This is a good method, at least Neville can increase the success rate to 50%.

Hermione had no intention of making potions in this class. She had a cold face and became Nietzsche's background. His potion was indeed very successful - the shrinking potion made with fig juice was purer than others.

"You've made great progress. Now you can even improve potions... huh?" Hermione said intentionally or unintentionally.

"This shows that the foundation you laid for me before is very solid." Nietzsche did not hear her sarcasm. He poured the medicine into the bottle and put it in his pocket.

"Ahem... Do you have time at noon? I have some knowledge..."

Behind them, Lavender and Parvati pricked up their ears.

"You should take some rest." Nietzsche's answer was disappointing. "By the way, here are my notes. You can return them to me after you finish reading them."

After class, he didn't even wait for Hermione, but rushed out with his schoolbag on his back, as if someone was already waiting for her outside the classroom.

Hermione puffed her cheeks and threw Nietzsche's notebook on the table... Who cares? She would rather give her the notebook than go to the library. This proves the point even more. Her intuition was right.

Lavender looked at Nietzsche's empty seat, then at the angry Hermione, and then looked as if she suddenly realized something.

"I see what Professor Trelawney means!"

Dear Mien, this is your tribulation.

Volume 1: Chapter 164: The Hogsmeade Project

"I said, what's wrong with you today?"

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at seven o'clock in the evening, Grindelwald was very unhappy when he saw Hermione Granger in front of him, whose brows never relaxed, eyes were wandering, and she sighed from time to time.

You know, many people want to learn from him but are not qualified.

"A war magic derived from a weather spell shouldn't make you look sad."

"I'm just a little tired. Classes and homework have left me with no energy to spare." Hermione said dryly with a bitter face, "And Divination is not as mysterious as you said. Now Nietzsche has surpassed me in Potions."

The desks and chairs in the classroom were piled in the corner.

She raised her wand high and swung it hard in front of the podium. Lightning surged out from the dragon core string and tore a wooden man into pieces.

This is a lie~

In fact, Hermione always felt that the time wasted in Divination class would be better left to her and Nietzsche to study, instead of being like now, where everything was squeezed together and there was no time to learn new things.

Grindelwald stood with his hands behind his back, not surprised by Hermione's words.

"In fact, 'suffering' refers not only to the body, but also to the spirit. Trelawney is the descendant of a fortune-teller, so she is somewhat capable... Your biggest problem now is that you are too self-restrained."

He is always so humble and polite, and is praised by students as 'the most qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in these three years'.

That's right, in Grindelwald's view, if Hermione wants to make a breakthrough, she must appropriately liberate that part of her nature. It's not that restraint is wrong, but restraint like Dumbledore did is a bit too conventional.

He always felt that Albus should have been the Minister of Magic to make the wizarding world a better place.

"But what should I do?" Hermione clenched her wand, looked at the mess in front of her, and let out a long breath.

"Who knows? I'm not one of you young people." Grindelwald said he knew nothing about love. "Maybe you should spare some time to learn, otherwise he will surpass you with others."

She quickly caught the words coming out of the professor's mouth.

It sounds like Nietzsche was indeed learning from others, and he was doing it while she was struggling with her homework!

"Who?"

"How would I know him?" He waved his hand to restore the wooden man and continued, "Okay, you have no problem controlling the magic, but the power is not enough... Stop fussing, be decisive!"

Hermione was always worried about this and that, which was a taboo in war magic. The power was greatly reduced, just like ordinary poison spells and evil curses.

A blue light flashed across the classroom.

But this time Hermione missed her target and gave Riddle, who had just come out for some fresh air, a chill.

"Are you sick? If you abuse me again, you will have to deal with Voldemort yourselves!" Riddle covered his chest and screamed fiercely, "Young students are annoying, just like Ginny Weasley."

His already blurry figure now had a hole in his chest.

Fortunately, he is just an image projected by a soul. If he were a normal person, he would probably be dead.

Grindelwald glanced at him and saw that Riddle was quite handsome, but not as handsome as his own face when he was young. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind - aren't Hermione and Voldemort two extremes?

The former is too restrained, the latter is too crazy.

"I remember you were very popular at school?" Grindelwald said.

"Of course. If Dumbledore hadn't been watching me, I wouldn't want to be with that group of stupid wizards. They're just a group of..." Riddle thought about the pure-bloods and thought of a name, "a group of goldfish."

Very ornamental, dresses extravagantly, is a socialite, and is stupid, isn't she just a 'goldfish'.

"Then you can help this confused lady to solve her puzzlement," said the old professor.

"She?" Riddle poked his empty chest. "Why?"

Give you face.

Grindelwald is not like Hermione. His good temper is limited to class and a few people.

"You won't have to suffer while studying Horcruxes tonight," he threatened with a smile, "or you can choose another French set menu... Believe me, none of those 'diners' in Paris have a bad word to say."

Because those people are dead.

But it was a good reason, Riddle was full of the cunning and slyness of youth, which were part of what Voldemort called a 'muggle', not the godlike greatness of a 'wizard'.

"Well! What's the trouble with this beautiful, gentle and intelligent lady?" Riddle turned his head and bent slightly.

Hermione's face turned red, she opened and closed her mouth, and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Obviously, she's worried that her connection with...her friend will be destroyed. She's known her since before coming to Hogwarts. What a great relationship. If it were me, I would definitely fight for it." Grindelwald said for her.

He was so considerate that he didn't even pierce the paper Hermione had pasted on 'Nietzsche' that said 'friend'.

"How about love potion?"

Riddle's method was very violent.

"Why didn't you mention the Imperius Curse?" Hermione asked back.

"Uh... it's really difficult. We are wizards. What's wrong with using some wizard methods?" Riddle patted his head. "You don't want to spend time and experience, but you want others to accompany you. Then the only option is aphrodisiac..."

He paused as he looked at Hermione, cursing under his breath.

Then he smiled wickedly and said, "Actually, it's not impossible to use love potions. If he's interested in you, it won't matter if he finds out."

That's it?

Was this the method that made Riddle popular back then?

Hermione seems to know a little secret about Voldemort's youth, which will definitely be a big seller if it is published in the Daily Prophet.

But she certainly wouldn't do that, so after the remedial class, she ran into Lavender and her group as she walked out of the astronomy classroom.

"Weren't you just copying the star map? Why are you suddenly on the third floor?" Lavender turned around and looked at the long corridor. "I was just about to tell you a good news..."

"What?" Hermione didn't understand what she meant and quietly put the pocket watch into her pocket.

"Next week's Halloween Eve is our Hogsmeade village open day!" Parvati didn't notice anything unusual, her attention was focused on the wizard gathering place she had been thinking about.

On that day, they will have a whole day without classes and homework...

Maybe this is a good opportunity?

She just wanted to take this opportunity to discuss academic issues. Of course, if necessary, she would also show off some of her newly learned war magic to make Nietzsche envious.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you~"

Volume 1: Chapter 165: Date A Live

(The WBG finals will be held this Sunday, and the author will take a day off. To be honest, I am disappointed that the LPL fan circle can blacken a team like this, so I am not interested in WBG winning the championship.

The point is --- the shy can reward himself any time. For me, the championship is not important. What matters is that I have fun in the finals.

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Regarding Hermione's current problems with magical attainments, it is indeed related to her state of mind.

Grindelwald's already hesitant character, coupled with the stimulation he had experienced at the hands of Voldemort in the past, actually makes him resistant to many powerful magics. Therefore, Grindelwald needs external reality to heal the post-traumatic stress disorder brought about by another reality.

In the words of Dumbledore - love.

But Nietzsche didn't know what kind of storm he was in...

A week before Halloween, Nietzsche was still immersed in the letters brought by Mercury - about Moriarty's movements, news from Diagon Alley, and Howard's questions.

"Uniting with Muggles and building a magic car factory can indeed speed up the integration of wizarding and Muggle society." Granger suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost. "Why didn't I think of it at the beginning... Damn it."

Nietzsche turned around and looked at the closed door of the Slytherin Common Room.

Apparently, Granger had Disillusioned herself again and followed some little snake in...wait, again?

However, when he saw the surprise on the face of this "crazy" woman and her amazed voice, he immediately raised his head. After all, he couldn't surpass the other party on the magical level, so he could only show off at this time.

"But you can't replicate it~" Nietzsche opened the letter and started reading.

People making the same effort may not necessarily get the same results.

There is no way around it. Unless Granger is in her own world, her father is the 'savior of Scotland Yard', and her uncle is the 'British administrator', she will not be able to complete the entire plan in a short period of time.

If it were a few days ago, Granger would definitely have criticized him in other ways, but not today.

After reading the letter, Nietzsche suddenly felt that it was fortunate that Howard was an ordinary person. If he was a wizard, this would definitely be a howling letter like Molly Weasley's - it would be full of Howard's howling.

'Why do all the employees wear black capes?'

'As an investor, I can't even enter the factory now!'

But no matter how responsible Nietzsche was, he would still explain each one one by one, for example, the robes those people wore were actually work clothes.

At this time, Warrington, who had just finished training on the Quidditch field, walked in. He threw his cloak wet by the rain and hung it by the fireplace. He first winked at Nietzsche, and then laughed with his friends.

Granger hid in a corner.

"We're going to Hogsmeade next weekend, Nietzsche~" Warrington said, pointing to the notice at the door.

"It's just a meeting at the wizard village, what's the matter?" Nietzsche shrugged, and without putting the letter away, he just put it on the table naturally.

"You are a lost young man. You need a little guidance right now... George and Fred told us during the practice match with the Gryffindor team just now. Honestly, I recommend you go to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop."

But he was interrupted by someone, the Chaser Adrian Puse.

"No, we should go to the Shrieking Shack!" he said suddenly, crossing his arms.

"Ahaha... yes, that is indeed a good place." Warrington nodded affirmatively, with the corners of his mouth raised higher than anyone else.