Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Granger, standing in the shadows, seemed to have thought of something, frowning as he pondered something.

But Nietzsche was puzzled when he looked at the appearance of this group of people - was it necessary to mobilize so many troops just to go to a wizard village, as if they were mobilizing for war?

But...it doesn't matter!

At least that's what they thought in Warrington.

"What did those two big mouths, George and Fred, say to you again?" Nietzsche narrowed his eyes. He felt something was wrong in an instant.

"Nothing! Nietzsche." Warrington put away his smile, walked forward with a serious look, and patted him on the shoulder. "You just need to know that we are always behind you... Well, actually I bet one Galleon."

As soon as he opened his mouth, I knew he was an old gambler.

The other Slytherin players also stepped forward, and as if they were presenting medals to soldiers who had died heroically, some patted Nietzsche on the shoulders, and some punched his chest.

Everyone is a riddle man, and only speaks half of the words.

They laughed and jokingly crossed the common room and all hid in Warrington's dormitory before Nietzsche could get angry.

"About Hogsmeade... well... these places are really nice." The sofa next to me suddenly sank in. "It suits you very well. It's really very, very beautiful."

This was still the Slytherin common room, and Granger was worried that other people might pass by, so she didn't bother to cancel the Disillusionment Charm.

"Have you been there?" Nietzsche regretted it as soon as he said it.

What are you talking about? Granger must have been there.

"Ah...George, Fred, they are still so out of tune." She sighed and ignored Nietzsche's words.

Just from her tone, it seemed like she was also trying to hold back a laugh.

Nietzsche always felt that this group of people had some bad intentions, but having someone to show the way was better than having no one. Just when he was about to seek some comfort from his own cat, he found that it had already run away.

And the credit for this absurdity goes to Weasley.

"We're going to beat those Slytherin guys to pieces!" In the Gryffindor common room, two people were standing on the table and howling, "We missed Percy, but we won't miss him again."

George and Fred looked at dozens of hands raised above their heads. No, those were not hands, but walking money.

"How did it happen?" Colin didn't want to miss the fun.

"The red side wins---passively, the green side wins---actively." George said in a low voice.

Colin hesitated, turned his head to look at Hermione in the study area, thought about Nietzsche's identity and help, and raised a finger weakly.

“Can I choose the middle?”

"Where is the 'middle' option?!" Fred laughed.

"Of course, what if nothing happens to them?" Colin mustered up his courage and refuted righteously, "I'll make this bet... Here you go, it's one silver Sik!"

George and Fred looked at each other and suddenly thought that this was not impossible.

But the chance was too small, especially with Lavender's help, it was impossible for it to end so abruptly.

"No problem, you pay, you have the final say!"

They both stretched out their hands at the same time, and put their palms together to cover the shining silver coin.

Hermione had no idea what was happening here. She was pulled by Lavender and Ginny to sit by a window, but the shouting and cheering over there were too loud.

"Are George and Fred betting again?" She had to be distracted.

But Ginny rolled her eyes, her face didn't blush, and her heart didn't beat as she said, "The Quidditch match is about to start. They're probably betting on whether Slytherin will win or Gryffindor will win. They just like to do these things."

That's true, except it's not about betting on Quidditch...

Ginny has changed a lot. Ever since Riddle's control disappeared, her personality has become as fiery as her bright hair. However, she feels more grateful and a little bit of awe towards Hermione.

After all, in Gryffindor, who doesn’t want to be like Hermione and have the ability to command a group of lions?

"Come and try this. It's the wizard's latest potion. It can cover the dark circles under your eyes." Lavender opened her small box and poured out various bottles and jars.

Hermione had never used these before, and she instinctively felt a little repulsed.

Until...until Ginny took out the small mirror she always carried with her.

God save the Queen! What a head that was. Hermione's originally fluffy hair had now become as twisted as Godric's Hollow, lifeless, and her half-closed eyes made her look even older.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a rapid scream.

"This is your first time going out. Tell me, when was the last time you washed your face?" Lavender said sarcastically.

"Yesterday? The day before yesterday? Last week?" Hermione closed her eyes and pulled the mirror aside.

"It was the week before last. Every time you returned to the dormitory, you drank the potion and fell asleep. Maybe you didn't notice that you gained weight... about... um, about five pounds? You are already fifteen years old, you have to learn to do something!"

Hermione pinched her face in disbelief.

When she stood up and tried to escape to the bathroom, she found that this ordinary movement was so strenuous that she fell back onto the stool as soon as she stood up, and she screamed when her abdomen hit the table.

Well, it's not that she actually gained weight...

It turned out that Crookshanks had climbed onto her lap at some point.

"Meow?!"

Hermione looked at its persimmon-like face and suddenly thought of Nietzsche's ridicule, which made her even more unhappy.

"No problem." She looked at Ginny and Lavender who were eager to try, took a few deep breaths, and then made up her mind, "Anyway, there's nothing wrong with it, but your things had better really work."

Professor 'Glendale' said she needed to let loose and break out of her shell.

Then she will attack in the best form!

Lavender and Ginny smiled at each other, and a war without gunpowder began.

Volume 1: Chapter 166: Cat's Potential

On the morning before Halloween, Nietzsche suddenly became panic-stricken for no apparent reason.

Today is the day to visit Hogsmeade village. Even Draco, who usually has a gloomy face, is holding hands with Pansy, talking and laughing.

"Seamus...Cedric...next!" Walking into the hallway, the castle manager Filch was holding Mrs. Norris and carrying a scroll that was dragged on the ground. Every person needed to be checked by him.

The long line at the door stretched all the way to the second floor.

Every once in a while, cheers would erupt from the courtyard at the entrance; those were the students who had successfully passed the test.

Harry Potter stood at the edge of the long line, accompanying Ron and Neville. He moved along with the entire line little by little until his friends came in front of Filch, then he walked back dejectedly.

"You can't go?" Nietzsche greeted Harry at the end of the line as he was on his way back to Gryffindor Tower.

"The Dursleys didn't sign for me... Haha, after they heard about 'wizard gathering place', they almost tore up the list." Harry smiled bitterly and waved his hand pretending to be calm. "Oh, by the way, I support Gryffindor."

"Support.. huh?"

"Nothing, just the Quidditch team." Harry cleared his throat, and after seeing some people's warning looks, he quickened his pace to leave.

Even as his body disappeared around the corner of the marble staircase, Nietzsche was still thinking about the blinking motion.

Very strange.

But he wasn't interested in Quidditch, so he didn't take Harry's words to heart.

The weather at the end of October was not good. Nietzsche had just stepped on the courtyard floor outside the hall for less than half a minute when a cold wind made him retreat... To be honest, it was more comfortable in bed.

He hid his hands in his pockets, shrank his head, and was at a loss in the cold wind.

"Are you going to continue studying today?"

Nietzsche came to his senses and was stunned.

Hermione, standing under a bunch of dead branches, seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

She was wearing thick clothes inside, and a thin black school robe and a red and yellow scarf outside. She was wearing women's snow boots on her feet, and there was a circle of fluff around her ankles that Nietzsche thought tasted good.

But the hat...it was the women's top hat that Nietzsche gave her, not a wizard's hat.

"If you don't go, this is what I plan to do." Nietzsche's thinking was obviously much slower.

Hermione calculated clearly that he paused for a full thirty-five seconds.

The two people who have been immersed in books for years don’t know what to do next.

But it doesn't matter. The considerate Crookshanks suddenly jumped out of Hermione's arms and returned to Nietzsche's arms at a speed that didn't belong to him... This little episode allowed Nietzsche to take over the conversation.

"Why are you here, Crookshanks~" and at the same time walked to Hermione.

With the presence of this Persian long-haired cat, the tension between them eased a lot. Poor Crookshanks, he had paid too much.

To be honest, Hermione's dress was beyond his expectations, and in order to let the students spend a happy weekend, many professors did not assign homework, so the two of them could have fun all day without any worries.

When they walked out of the main entrance, the two Dementors always made people shiver uncontrollably, but when they arrived at the Christmas card-like Hogsmeade village, they found that it was snowing here.

The light coming through the doors and windows looked like candles in the snow from a distance.

Hermione walked in the middle of the street and looked around for a while. A sense of desolation, as if she had been abandoned by the world, came over her.

The wizard's shop wasn't huge, but it was crowded.

Most of the buildings were made of wood and bricks, but she did not feel separated. Instead, she easily blended into the surrounding environment. This place was even older than Diagon Alley.

Nietzsche and Hermione walked into Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop at the same time because of their friends' recommendation.

But when they walked in, they regretted it a little - the curtains and tablecloths inside were trimmed with lace, and a sweet mist filled the air, effortlessly isolating the small round tables in each area.

'Is this a teahouse?'

'This is the place they recommended?'

Hermione and Nietzsche cursed their friends in their hearts at the same time.

"What do you need?"

At this time, a fat woman in an apron came over. She was the only one who did not fit in with the Baroque-style teahouse.

"A... frosted pudding and rose tea..." Hermione faltered.

If she heard correctly, there were always some inexplicable sounds of water splashing around, which made people feel numb all over.

Nietzsche was not at all embarrassed, but from the moment he sat down, he had been twisting his thighs under the table, trying hard to suppress the desire to escape.

And now he knew why Granger had that strange tone.

"I thought the place you picked would be..."

"You didn't object, did you? I think the scented tea here is pretty good." Nietzsche was like a frightened bird. Before she could finish her words, the words he had prepared long ago came out of his mouth.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then looked at him seriously and then started laughing.

Someone got anxious first, but she didn't say who it was.

"Hmm~" Hermione leaned her right hand on the table and supported her chin with the back of her hand.

Perhaps it was because of the fog, when Hermione lowered her head slightly to drink tea, the hat would always cover the upper half of her face. This problem was so serious that it caused Nietzsche's hallucinations - he saw the shadow of that woman in Hermione.

Irene Adler.

Damn it, he shouldn't have given her this Victorian hat!

Plus, when Crookshanks was squatting on the table and being fed dry food without caffeine and chocolate by Hermione, the posture was even more like... No, no, Nietzsche blinked and tried hard to block out this thought.

"So how long are you going to hide?" she said suddenly.

Hermione was not blind, so of course she could see that Nietzsche was panicking for no apparent reason.

"What did I hide?" Nietzsche forced a smile, took an olive from the fruit basket in the middle of the table and threw it into his mouth.

"That woman..." Hermione's dull drawl made him pause in his heart, "or that man... the friend who hid behind you and told you about potion knowledge that even Snape hadn't touched yet."

If second-grader Colin had taken a photo and owled it to Watson, he would have recognized the look on Nietzsche’s face:

That was the fake and reserved smile Sherlock would put on when he met Irene Adler.

That’s great. Nietzsche didn’t even know when he became friends with Granger... Is this Hermione Granger’s affirmation of herself?

"The youngest professor ever, if that is possible," Nietzsche said.

"It's really interesting. If there is such a person in the school, I don't even know about it." Hermione glanced at it and reached out to cover the fruit basket given by the teahouse. "Of course, Professor Snape asked me to find out..."

Nietzsche glared at Crookshanks and signaled him to find his pocket watch quickly.

To be honest, he felt a little unfamiliar with Hermione today, but he also felt inexplicably excited in his heart, as if he had discovered a new continent.

When something doesn't develop according to the past logic, it always brings people a novel feeling, just like Hermione. Although she has been questioning intentionally or unintentionally, Nietzsche enjoys it very much...