Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

What he enjoyed was not Hermione's questioning attitude, but this slight contact, trying to explore the relationship between them.

Fxck!

There's something wrong with his brain.

At this time, the Weasley brothers and Warrington had quietly arrived at the door of Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, but the magical thing was that at the window, there was a group of people who had arrived earlier than them, and they were the Hufflepuff group.

"What are you doing here?" Fred said warily.

"What a coincidence, you also know Cedric's secret?" Hannah said in surprise.

"Of course... huh? Cedric?"

Volume 1: Chapter 167: Please invite the next scapegoat

(There is another chapter being typed)

In a sense, Gryffindor also needs to thank Nietzsche.

If it weren't for him, Warrington would not have been able to win the title of Quidditch captain, and Gryffindor would not necessarily have to rely on Harry Potter for victory. Their chances of winning would have been greater.

Plus, for their father's sake, please, George and Fred firmly defended Hermione and Nietzsche.

"Why can't you put a bug in there?" Warrington couldn't help complaining as he listened to the noisy sound coming from the radio.

A group of them squatted in the snow, almost frozen into popsicles, with white snow piled up on their shoulders and hats.

"Keep your voice down!" George said with his eyes wide open. "Those things were listed as contraband by the Ministry of Magic last time, and my dad put them away... Wait, I saw them holding hands!"

His words made others rush to the windowsill and peek through the gap between the curtains.

In fact, it was just Hermione grabbing Nietzsche's wrist and covering the fruit basket, but in their eyes, it seemed like some kind of representative action.

"Who started it?" Lavender asked through her teeth.

"It seems...Hermione..."

"Nice~" Warrington poked the others with his elbow like a victorious parrot.

If Hermione took the initiative, then Slytherin would have won. In this war without the smoke of gunpowder, only the party that takes the initiative will give up the right to choose, which means failure.

But in fact, things went in the exact opposite direction of what they thought:

Although Nietzsche was the passive party with the right to choose, he was on pins and needles.

"Hermien, are you mad at me for studying with others?" He quickly pulled his hand back and asked carefully.

"Who? Me? Impossible." Hermione took a sip of the sweet flower tea and immediately changed her mind, "Well, a little bit, but I never did that... In my competition with you, you broke the 'equality'!"

But what could Nietzsche do?

Did he let Hermione, who often used the time turner, meet Granger from the parallel universe?

The first rule of the Time-Turner was 'the user should not be found in several different states at the same time', and Granger and he both knew what Hermione was doing, so the best thing to do was to watch.

"Who is that genius?" Hermione asked.

"You can't help but go find her...

"Her? Should I warn her - we should act more cautiously now that we are bringing huge changes to the wizarding world." Hermione said righteously while holding Crookshanks gracefully.

What a coincidence.

Just at this critical juncture, a potion genius who surpassed Professor Snape suddenly appeared in Hogwarts.

Unless that person was a first year, Hermione would have visited him long ago.

At this time, Nietzsche noticed that there were always several dark shadows flashing behind the curtains. He realized that there was someone hiding outside, but after opening the window and taking a look, he found scattered Hogwarts students walking on the road outside.

George, Warrington and others who happened to pass by greeted him.

"I have been cautious enough. Apart from classes, I stay in the same place every day." Nietzsche glared at her.

He also wanted to talk to Hermione and read a book in the library.

But ever since Granger revealed the secret of the Time Turner, he had to stay away from Hermione.

Because Hermione only turned her own time back, and Hogwarts is so small, as long as Hermione makes the slightest mistake, maybe both of them will collide in front of Nietzsche, so it's better to be safe.

At this time, the fog dissipated a little as the window was opened.

Hermione saw two wizards hugging each other behind Nietzsche's seat... Only now did she know what those sucking sounds were.

French Kiss!!

Every table of wizards in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was a couple. Far away from Hogwarts, they put aside the side they usually showed and no longer restrained the little gestures between themselves and their partners.

Hermione's original dignity was swept away.

"Sorry, this place is full." Madam Puddifoot said to the wizard who had just entered.

"It seems we came at the wrong time... Qiu..."

Hermione recognized Cedric's voice and could see through the mist that he and another slender witch were about to turn around and leave, so she quickly stood up and reached through the mist to grab Cedric's clothes.

When she saw the figure of the person sitting next to her in the teahouse, she immediately couldn't sit still.

"I was just about to leave." Hermione took out two gold Galleons and placed them in the store manager's hand. "The rest is a tip."

The magic in this teahouse was very delicate. Only when she walked up to Cedric could she vaguely see the facial features of the two people opposite her. The witch with Cedric seemed to be a Ravenclaw from her tie.

The girl with straight black hair smiled shyly and was looking at this girl.

But Hermione didn't dare to look up, and she pulled Nietzsche out of Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.

"I admit I was wrong - about that genius, I promise you will see it." Nietzsche said helplessly.

But only after her time-turner was switched.

"No...it's okay." Hermione stood numbly at the door of the teahouse, her cheeks burning as if she had a fever. She stole a few glances before the door was closed tightly. "I think we should go somewhere else to have a look."

This is a place only couples come to, which can be considered as Nietzsche's apology? But is it too soon?

Hermione was holding Crookshanks, completely unaware of the cat's paws digging into her pockets.

Nietzsche finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Hermione, who had just changed the subject like a Norwegian Ridgeback, and looked at the shops on the streets of Hogsmeade. Just as he was about to put his hand back in his pocket, it was grabbed.

It was Hermione... At that moment, she felt as excited as if she was riding a rocket breaking through the atmosphere.

As the two held hands in the snow, just like Apollo and Soyuz, she seemed to hear the sound of equipment in a science fiction movie: "Houston, docked, feeling good."

"Your stuff fell out."

Nietzsche quickly squatted down and hid her time-turner in her sleeve, then took Granger's time-turner in her hand.

On the surface, it was a pocket watch the size of a palm. Hermione didn't say anything, but quickly put the thing back.

After he walked into a magic equipment store called 'Devis Bangs' at the end of Hogsmeade, George and others who returned to the window discovered that someone had changed.

"It's all your fault, Slytherin's Bigfoot." George threw the pot away like a tantrum, "If you weren't so loud and jumping around, they wouldn't have noticed that there was someone hiding here..."

"Remember to pay!" Warrington warned, waving his fist.

"That doesn't count. Hermione just held your hand." Fred said stubbornly, "She hasn't confessed yet."

"Move aside, move aside. Please don't block the way." Ravenclaw Fawcett pushed them aside, opened the curtains a little, and then closed the window again. "A bunch of outsiders are competing here..."

George and Fred looked at the little eagles and badgers that popped out from everywhere. They smelled an opportunity:

There's something interesting about the relationship between the big idiot from the Hufflepuff team and the Ravenclaw Seeker.

Volume 1: Chapter 168 You are right, but this is the Potion Master

On the door of Honeydukes Candy House, next to a wanted poster, there is a notice:

To ensure the safety of wizarding residents, Dementors patrol the streets at sunset every day.

"Stupid Fudge!" Ambrosio Froome, the owner of Honeydukes, yelled after seeing the latest notice. "Well, kids, come back at Christmas and watch out for those Dementors!"

Nietzsche paid for a can of pineapple preserves and threw it into the air, where it mixed in with the other magical equipment.

The only good thing about being in Hogsmeade is that he can use magic at will.

After welcoming the last batch of customers, the candy house closed its doors, but each little wizard received a free coconut ice cream as compensation.

There was nothing the students could do but curse Fudge and return to Hogwarts dejectedly. Only the Halloween dinner in the evening could make them feel better... Having said that, they still had to curse.

"Does Fudge have no one to support him?" Hermione skipped towards the school.

In fact, it stands to reason that arresting people in the wizarding world is the job of the Aurors, not that group of mindless Dementors.

'Non-existent' creatures only follow primitive instincts - Dementors are the embodiment of 'fear', so since they emerge from death, they only pursue fear, and all they have is the concept of fear.

"I hope he won't be kicked out..." Nietzsche muttered as he checked the alchemical equipment he purchased.

Although Fudge won't do anything practical, he's easy to control.

Before the Statute of Secrecy was completely repealed, he didn't want Minister Fudge to be kicked out and replaced by a more difficult, tough and law-abiding opponent. This would be a disaster for him.

So...come on Fudge.

After returning to Hogwarts, Nietzsche found Snape standing at the door of the hall, like a stone sculpture, not shaken by the cold wind.

"Stay a moment~" The dean stopped him and said expressionlessly, "Mr. Holmes, given that your potion has improved significantly, I think you can be of great use - help me deal with the finishing touches of the potion."

Sorry, Nietzsche would rather leave this opportunity to Hermione.

"how is she?"

Hermione looked at him gratefully, then puffed out her chest and took a small step forward.

This person is one of the recognized masters of magic in the wizarding world. Learning is gaining. Sometimes Hermione really wishes she was a student of Slytherin... Of course, it's just a thought. She doesn't like the social environment of Slytherin.

"Have you been fooled by the scented tea at Puddifoot's Tea Shop?" Snape took a step back, his expression as ugly as if he smelled the stench of the bathroom.

Nietzsche sighed, it seemed there was no way out.

But then again, how did Dean Snape know that he had been to Madam Puddifoot's Tea House? It had only been a few days, could it be that the Dean's hooked nose had become doubly sensitive?

Hermione and Nietzsche came back early, and there was still some time before the dinner started.

"Professor, have you been to Hogsmeade when you were young?" After putting his things back in the dormitory, Nietzsche walked along the basement corridor and came to Snape's office. It was very dark inside, with only a few flames dancing on the candles.

"You're asking nonsense." The stove immediately started burning when Snape stepped through the door.

"Who did you go with?"

It's impossible for someone to run into Madam Puddifoot's Tea House alone, right?

Although the teahouse does not have a clear rule that customers must come in groups, who would go to such a weird place to drink tea alone?

But Snape ignored the question and simply instructed: "Grind a moonstone into powder and add it into the potion after it turns into the color of whiskey. Make sure to grind it finely."

The table was covered with various palliative medicines.

"Remember, grind it into flour..."

"Shattered to pieces!"

As soon as Snape finished speaking, he saw Nietzsche take out his magic wand and turn the moonstone in the bowl, which was as bright as the moon, into powder. It was so smooth that Snape didn't even have time to react.

"Is that a Shattering Curse?" The Dean gave a strange look.

"This is a study of spells, not worth mentioning." Nirvana tapped his head with his wand and said calmly, "Power can be derived through spells, and willpower is to make the spell achieve the effect I understand."

This will to power is the creative force of life and the reason why wizards are superior to others.

It's a pity that wizards seem to be more interested in using the Crushing Curse combined with the Petrifying Curse to kill a person...

"It doesn't matter. If something goes wrong, it's Lupin's bad luck anyway." Snape didn't even check. After seeing the potion change color, he poured it all in and finally stirred it with his wand.

seriously?

"If Professor Lupin had a disease, why did Dumbledore insist on having him teach?"

This is not to say that he dislikes it, but it is a very normal idea. Whether it is to maintain the power of the "professor" or to protect the "students", Dumbledore's approach is obviously not reasonable enough.

And Snape seemed to agree with this.

"Who knows? He has always been so stubborn." He boiled the potion over high heat and concentrated it into a goblet. "It's a pity that Lupin can't eat candy in his life... No, he doesn't deserve it."

It seems that this potion cannot be consumed with sugar, the taste will definitely not be satisfactory.

"Is it some old illness, or..."