Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"A horrible infectious disease," Snape said hastily. "It's tragic, because it means he'll be alone all his life - and die - but it's also perfect, because it's all fair, and he deserves what he's suffered."

Nietzsche had never seen Snape be so sarcastic about anyone.

Because that kind of hatred is completely inconsistent with his behavior, the brewing of the potion must have been a request or pleading by Headmaster Dumbledore, so the relationship between Professor Lupin and the headmaster must have been very close.

But the question is - why is Lupin so poor?

Answer: Did not accept Dumbledore's help.

Then Lupin must be a person who holds himself to extremely high moral standards, which also means that the reason why Snape hates Professor Lupin must be more profound and is by no means a trivial matter.

Professor Snape had a cold face the whole time as he came to the Anti-Dark Magic Office on the third floor carrying the potion.

He just stood at the door, as if waiting for it to open automatically. Nietzsche rolled his eyes and could only knock on the door for him.

"Come in!" Lupin shouted from inside.

Snape didn't go in until the other party opened the door.

There is a water tank in the corner of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. In it is a monster with a pointed chin and covered with water plants. This should be the content of the next class - to subdue an adult Grindylow.

Sitting next to Lupin was Harry Potter, who was unable to go to Hogsmeade today.

"Your medicine," Snape said dryly.

Nietzsche noticed that when Professor Lupin looked at him, his expression became flustered for a moment.

"I'm showing Harry the next course..." Lupin said with a smile, "Thank you, Severus, just leave it on the table, I'll drink it later."

He had tried his best to show his goodwill to Snape, but it was all in vain.

"Hmm, interesting." The dean said, "I just showed Nietzsche the process of making this potion."

"Really? Looks like you made a profit." Lupin turned around and praised Nietzsche, "This medicine is very complicated, and only a few people can make it."

What was really interesting to Nietzsche was that he could not see any trace of hatred in Lupin.

There was absolutely no sign that he and Snape had any friction.

"The real complexity is not the potion, but the inventor - Damocles Belby. No one knows the detailed production method. Fortunately, Slughorn and I know each other, and he happens to be very familiar with Belby."

Snape ignored Lupin and just kept his head down as he told Nietzsche.

But his behavior is just showing off, telling Lupin: I am better than you!

"That's amazing." He said with a slight smile.

"Indeed, I am more amazing than you."

Snape then left the office with his head held high, like a winner, although Professor Lupin did not seem to care about the outcome of the duel. He held the wine glass in a depressed mood and drank the potion with a bitter face.

Then he glanced at Nietzsche and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "He thinks highly of you."

Volume 1: Chapter 169: Hogwarts Annual Drama

This Halloween dinner was just like any other, with delicious and rich dishes, live bats flying around...oh, the biggest bat was the one sitting in the guest of honor seat, curled up, watching everything coldly.

Professor Lupin was chatting happily with Dean Flitwick, but it was mostly the latter talking while the former listening.

"Where is Professor Grendel?" Hermione stretched her neck, but couldn't see the skinny figure, but the party didn't seem to be waiting for him.

"Who knows, maybe it's in a martial law school..." Nietzsche thought of some bad memories and then complained, "It's interesting, every year when something goes wrong in Hogwarts, it always happens at this time. I hope this new professor is not an undercover."

Hermione, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, couldn't think of anything to say in response, so she just sighed.

After all, on Halloween Eve, everyone in Hogwarts will gather in the Great Hall to celebrate.

As a Gryffindor sitting among the Slytherins, she did not seem out of place. On the contrary, no one would disagree... Even if some people were unhappy about it, they would not dare to express it openly like Malfoy and his friends.

In Slytherin now, Muggles and half-bloods are dominant.

This change was obviously noticed by Professor Lupin, who said curiously: "If I remember correctly, the relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin has never been good..."

Have fun?

Lupin glanced to the side and happened to meet someone's sidelong glance.

Sorry, he hasn't had the luxury to think about it yet.

"The times for Muggles and wizards are progressing, and Hogwarts will certainly not remain unchanged." Dumbledore interrupted appropriately. His wise blue eyes made Lupin feel more at ease.

"Actually, I'm just shocked that you didn't stop Severus..."

Lupin wanted to make a joke at first, but quickly shut his mouth.

Because he found that Miss Granger, who was very smart in class, was having a pleasant conversation with a Slytherin boy. This scene seemed even more weird with Snape's gaze, so he consciously covered his face with the wine glass.

"How interesting! Perhaps our new professor, who is in poor health, can't bear to see others doing better than he already is." Snape wished he could use all the spells on Lockhart that he hadn't used on him last year.

Lupin chuckled and shook his head bitterly.

However, what happens in the guest of honor seats cannot affect the people below.

No one cared about how complicated the relationship between the four houses of Hogwarts was in the past. They all cheered and enjoyed the impromptu show composed of ghosts at the end of the banquet.

Unfortunately, only the Bloody Baron was not in a good mood. He just stared at Lady Grey of Ravenclaw in a daze.

Just as everyone was about to leave their seats and put an end to this perfect weekend, Professor Glendale ran in from the main door. He held his waist and limped to the guest of honor seat.

This scared Dumbledore, but without thinking much, he subconsciously put his arms around the other person's waist.

Seeing the headmaster and the professor talking to each other, Nietzsche and Hermione suddenly had a bad feeling...

"Wait!" Dumbledore stood up, put his wand to his throat, and called out to Percy, the president of the Student Union. "I have some very unfortunate news. All students must stay in the hall... My original decision was indeed correct."

Only the people in the rows closest to the guest of honor seats could hear his last complaint.

Nietzsche, Hermione: The annual good show has begun~

"Albus, what happened?" Dean McGonagall didn't understand what was happening.

Not only the students, but even the professors were caught off guard.

"The secret chamber has been opened again?" Wood, who had just teased Cedric, put away his smile.

"That's impossible." Warrington beside him took a sip of pumpkin juice and said vaguely, "The basilisk in the secret room has been killed... but you can't say for sure, maybe there are some pets left by other founders hiding in the school."

But Nietzsche and others soon realized what had happened, so that all the students were kept in the auditorium and could not go anywhere.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, causing the surrounding flames to burn more vigorously. The eternally burning candles illuminated the ceiling, where the storm was gathering, as beautiful as the evening.

"I just received news that an uninvited guest has come to Hogwarts..." Dumbledore nodded to the people around him.

Grindelwald said in a loud voice: "Bad news, the person who came is Sirius Black, a criminal from Azkaban; but there is also good news, I found him before he was about to break into the Gryffindor common room."

The whole place fell into deathly silence.

After a long while, when Grindelwald clapped his hands impatiently without receiving any response, the students finally woke up from their shock.

"A murderer? Or one who escaped from Azkaban?!!"

"Sirius Black, You-Know-Who's top lackey!"

Such exclamations came one after another.

But this was not the response Grindelwald wanted.

"Didn't you hear the good news at the end? Huh?" He repeated, "I found him!"

Hermione looked at the old man who was blinking dryly on the stage and found it somewhat funny, so she took a deep breath, plucked up the courage and shouted a few words loudly, making some wizards around her shut up, which she never did normally.

But today is an exception~

"So did you catch the fugitive?" Hermione waited until the situation gradually quieted down before asking on behalf of the others.

Looking at Granger, whose words were more effective than those of the prefect, Lupin silently glanced at Snape who was silent... It was rare that Snape didn't deduct Gryffindor's points on the pretext of "talking back to the professor".

"Do I look like I've been caught?" Grindelwald pointed to his waist.

"We're finished..." The audience immediately began to sigh.

Snape and Dumbledore both gave him suspicious looks - a legitimate professor had never beaten a malnourished fugitive, and they were afraid that it would bring discredit to Hogwarts if they told others about it.

"Black is nothing. I caught him at the beginning, but he had an helper!" Grindelwald explained.

"Even you are not sure?" Dumbledore pondered for a moment and asked seriously.

Even though Grindelwald hadn't touched a wand or eaten anything good for nearly eighty years, it stands to reason that not everyone can cheat him.

As for Snape...he simply doubted Grindelwald's ability. After all, there had been a precedent of a "show-off" before.

"Do you want me to burn down the school?" Grindelwald scratched his face, and his eyes swept from left to right, finally stopping in the direction of Slytherin. "By the way, Nietzsche Holmes, come with me later."

Well, things escalated.

From the current perspective, not only Sirius Black has entered Hogwarts alone, but also his accomplices, who may be Death Eaters. When Hermione thought of this, she became worried about Nietzsche.

He was the one who was dragged into it this time.

"Ms. Granger, I want you and Percy to guard the Great Hall while the rest of the faculty and Professor 'Grendel' conduct a thorough search of the castle. If anything happens, just ask the ghost to pass on the message."

Dumbledore assigned tasks to everyone.

Percy was originally quite proud, but when he heard that Hermione Granger would be carrying out management tasks together with the two student union presidents, he seemed a little annoyed.

Of course I was angry, a third-year student was on par with the student union president in terms of temporary authority...

It's totally against the rules.

What’s interesting is that Hermione, who has always been law-abiding, accepted it very reasonably.

"Pay attention to your own safety and don't try to be brave. Do you hear me?" She raised her hand and was about to straighten Nietzsche's collar, but the burning gazes from the others made her put the idea aside in embarrassment.

"I know, I know." Nietzsche responded perfunctorily.

"Be safe~" Daphne mocked in a deliberately shrill voice, "When did you become so annoying."

They both shouted in unison: "It's none of your business!"

Volume 1: Chapter 170 Where Did Blake Go?

"Filch has closed all the entrances to the secret passages."

"Where's the Fat Lady?"

"I heard from Filch that she was frightened..."

The auditorium has only one door to enter, so it is already very safe.

So Grindelwald took a few professors with him, some of them searched for traces in the corridors on the second and third floors, while the other part went with Hagrid to check the Forbidden Forest outside the castle.

This matter is really strange.

"To be honest, Black is most likely coming for Harry Potter," Professor McGonagall said worriedly, "Besides that, I really can't think of any reason why he would dare to escape into the school."

Do you really think these professors are just there to do their jobs?

Nietzsche followed the professors, holding his wand. His keen insight detected the connections surrounding Harry.

Sirius Black, who escaped from Azkaban, risked his life and ran all the way to Hogwarts just to kill Harry Potter, to help Voldemort, who even the Death Eaters themselves didn't know whether they were still alive, eliminate the danger?

"If you want to kill someone, you should hide more carefully." Nietzsche was puzzled. "And you should tell Harry."

Trust him, no one knows murder better than him.

"Because he is a madman. He has been one for twelve years. He even deceived everyone..." Professor McGonagall closed her mouth.

But Lupin on the side just shook his head slightly, indicating that it had nothing to do with it.

Minerva McGonagall and Lupin seemed to know Sirius very well. The former's face was full of sadness, while the latter's eyes were full of anger. He had always been a good guy and would not get angry even when Snape laughed at him.

"The reason we didn't tell Harry is because... he couldn't bear the truth." Lupin's voice trembled.

"What happened back then?" Nietzsche pressed. "Harry Potter wouldn't be so angry that he died or seek revenge on Black just because he blew up a street, would he?"

McGonagall looked at Lupin, asking whether she should say it.

"Go ahead, everyone else knows about this anyway..."

"Twelve years ago, before Sirius Black blew up a street, another incident happened. As an undercover agent and a friend of Potter's father, he sold the address to a mysterious man." Professor McGonagall pounded the wall hard.

Ah~ the intricate and vague network of relationships immediately became clear.

Nietzsche did not expect that there was another generation involved behind Sirius Black, so it was understandable why the professors did not tell Harry - Harry Potter, who was full of adventurous desire, was the kind of person who would definitely seek revenge.