Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I'm sorry, Nietzsche. Although you are suitable for Gryffindor, if you want to be closer to that ideal, you have to take practical actions. So that place will allow you to better display your talents."

It is a credit to Slytherin that there are people there with such spirit and courage.

Although what it said would make Salazar Slytherin furious, but... he is not here anyway.

Is not it?

"Slytherin!!"

When its hoarse announcement spread throughout the auditorium, those who were almost falling asleep waiting below were dumbfounded.

Harry and Ron were stunned, Neville was numb, and Hermione, sitting at the Gryffindor table, watched in disbelief as Nietzsche got up from his chair and walked away with his cane.

Even Malfoy was stunned... Could he be a descendant of a magical family?

"Is that idiot getting old and confused?!" Ron was still chewing chili beans in his mouth. "Hiss...the person who helped us was Slytherin? Harry, didn't he help you before?"

You know, they had been waiting downstairs for almost ten minutes.

But the result...

That's it? ?

"That's where dark wizards gather!"

"It's over, this hat must be broken, I may not be able to get into Gryffindor like George and Fred."

Snape, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, was also very surprised to hear the Sorting Hat's announcement. He even withdrew his gaze from Harry and turned to Nietzsche who was sitting at the Slytherin table.

Could it be that he was of some holy family descent before he was adopted by a Muggle?

Dumbledore was a little confused. For a moment he couldn't figure out what these students were thinking.

What happened this year? It’s okay to have two more hats all of a sudden, but why do people suddenly start to doubt whether the hat for the division of the college has become confused after the division?

There were also some Slytherins in the third carriage at the time, so they were not very welcoming to Nietzsche's arrival, but they were not too cold either.

After all, Dean Snape is still watching here.

"Quiet, the sorting continues~" Dumbledore tapped the wine glass a few times with a spoon, standing in the middle of the seats and said kindly, "The Sorting Hat is based on the character and partial wishes of the wizards. Maintain basic respect."

"Everyone..."

But it turns out that the Sorting Hat is not broken.

Malfoy didn't get into Gryffindor, and Ron didn't get into Slytherin.

After the meal was over, Dumbledore announced the start of the meal. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and opened his arms.

"Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw it!"

The banquet began. As the principal sat down, food suddenly appeared on all the golden plates. Pumpkin pie, steak, pork chops, carrot soup, fried lamb bones... and mints for eliminating bad breath filled the table.

To be honest, Nietzsche thought the only delicacy here was British fish and chips.

"What family are you from?" Malfoy sat opposite Nietzsche, cutting steak slowly while introducing himself, "I'm Draco Malfoy, and my father is the school director here."

It’s interesting that You-Know-Who’s supporter after the Wizarding War can become a school trustee.

This phenomenon is very interesting. I will think about it carefully after he has eaten his fill.

"Holmes."

"I haven't heard of it. Is it famous?"

"Normally, my uncle only meets the Queen of England in private." Nietzsche directly scooped a spoonful of ketchup and poured it on the golden fried pork chop. "But I heard that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will not be able to survive without him."

The Queen of Muggles.

It’s okay...right?

Malfoy imagined Uncle Nietzsche bossing around in front of the Muggle Queen and felt a little excited.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs sounds very impressive. I heard that the Ministry of Magic seems to have similar professions, which probably involves dealing with the ministries of magic of other countries.

In short, the least one who can enter Slytherin is a half-blood.

"Then why are you still dealing with Muggle wizards?" Malfoy turned his head and looked at the girl from Gryffindor. "Huh... If I were you, I wouldn't stay with those people for a second."

But it was just such a coincidence.

Hermione at the Gryffindor table also kept looking towards the Slytherins. When she noticed that Malfoy was looking at her resentfully, her eyes, which were originally fixed on Nietzsche who was concentrating on eating, happened to meet his.

Hermione was already feeling annoyed when she saw Nietzsche still working without any conscience.

She is still explaining it to him.

So, Hermione transferred her Nietzschean anger to Draco Malfoy.

Draco recalled the paralysis caused by the freezing spell, the feeling that almost put his brain into temporary hibernation, and he quickly turned around.

"You need to see a doctor."

"What? I...I'm fine!" Draco said. "Her spell only lasts a few minutes."

After Nietzsche swallowed the last piece of pork chop, he stood up and took the opportunity to grab the steak. He looked down at the other person: his hands holding the knife and fork trembled slightly and his muscles stiffened subconsciously when he saw Hermione.

"You have some PTSD from being exposed to a Muggle wizard..."

Excessive startle response, hypervigilance, and involuntary recall of trauma-related memories, resulting in severe triggering reactions.

It was as if Hermione had cast a freezing spell on him all over again.

"Then...what is that?"

"It's a psychological disorder caused by excessive trauma in a short period of time." Although Nietzsche was staring at him, his hand cutting the steak did not stop. "It seems that the Malfoy family is very powerful..."

Not only that, it can be inferred that Draco is well protected.

This is an excessive fantasy of reality, which leads to trauma due to the gap.

Draco's idea of ​​the wizarding world in his family should be the same as the nobles' fantasy about serfs, but the reality is that the serfs not only did not bow down to the slave owners, but slapped the slave owners in the face.

"Well... maybe." Malfoy was stunned.

He didn't understand, but he sounded very professional.

But the sight of Nietzsche staring at him while cutting the steak gave him a chill.

Well, it seems still stupid... Nietzsche made a point in his mind. Since it was stupid, it would be easy to deal with, which meant he could get more information from Draco Malfoy.

"Look, he's talking to Malfoy!" Ron, holding a chicken leg in his mouth, stretched his neck to look at the Slytherin table.

Ron Weasley had a good first impression of Nietzsche. After Hermione and he returned to their compartments, he heard Harry recalling his experiences at the Muggle school... They were all about beating up people like Malfoy, which couldn't be too bad.

But the question is, how could a Muggle wizard enter Slytherin House?

"Oh, he must be trying to get a word in." Hermione looked away and sneered.

"But you said Nietzsche was adopted. Is there a possibility that...his biological parents are wizards?" Ron swallowed the woody chicken with difficulty and continued, "Slytherin will never allow a wizard of Muggle descent to enter."

impossible?

If Hermione was too nervous and didn't listen carefully to the Sorting Hat's nagging, she would indeed be misled in this way.

"That was now. When I heard the Sorting Hat talking about this, it clearly distinguished between 'now' and 'before'. Perhaps Hogwarts didn't have so many unspoken rules in the beginning."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Hermione cut the steak with more and more strength, and Lavender and Parvati felt their scalps tingling as they heard the sound of the knife rubbing against the golden plate.

And Miss Granger admitted indignantly that she did see the piece of meat as Nietzsche.

Why is this happening? Why is she angry?

She didn't know, maybe it was because he was not in the same school as her, after all, children of this age are bound to be emotional; or maybe it was because she saw his nonchalant character...

"So you want to argue with me?" Hermione stuffed a piece of meat sprinkled with black pepper sauce into her mouth and said vaguely, "Nothing is impossible in this world. I'm happy for you to be serious with me!"

Harry originally thought that the girl in front of him just wanted to take out a notebook to write this down.

But to his great surprise, Hermione Granger took out a thick book directly from her bag, with "History of Magic" written on the cover.

She had two copies of this book on the history of the wizarding world, which was worth 2 Galleons. She carried one with her and put the other in her suitcase. In fact, Hermione was just worried that she would forget to bring her book to class, so she prepared a spare copy for each class.

So Hermione slammed the book down on the table.

"Are you crazy? Classes don't start until tomorrow." Ron wanted to slap himself twice.

Why am I so talkative and trying to compete with this kind of academic master who can cast spells before school starts?

Hermione's fingers skillfully turned the pages of the book, twisting the paper with one hand and forking the New Zealand barbecue with the other. Once she was serious, she almost didn't care about other people's eyes.

I was more or less influenced by Nietzsche.

"When Hogwarts was first established, it was in the context of witch hunting. At that time, any wizard could enter. Who would set a bloodline threshold?"

"Maybe... maybe those who are not pure-bloods were accepted into the other three houses..."

"The lyrics of the Sorting Hat are the key!" Hermione interrupted Harry, "Those insidious and cunning people will stop at nothing to achieve their goals... Character is the key, bloodline is only one of the factors."

What era is this? Why are we still talking about bloodline theory?

The last Muggle who promoted the bloodline theory was beaten down by the red giant before it collapsed.

"Maybe so. The Sorting Hat also said that Slytherin would allow me to achieve great things... If it was really my bloodline, it would have mentioned my parents."

Harry thought about it and decided that there was nothing wrong with what Hermione said.

The point is that the Sorting Hat clearly pointed out his strong determination to prove himself, and it was because of this kind of thought and emotion with a strong purpose that it felt that he could also go to Slytherin.

Looking back, everything can be equated with those lyrics.

Even though Ron was somewhat dissatisfied, he could only nod temporarily due to Hermione's overwhelming logic and Harry's approval... the latter was the main reason.

"Ha~ It seems like Harry is adapting quickly."

Dumbledore saw it all clearly from the chair. He took a sip of wine and smiled gratifiedly in the direction of Gryffindor.

"The Weasley family's son... a clever girl who likes to show off the spells she just learned before school starts." Snape said coldly, "Others may just see the 'savior'."

The corners of his mouth were raised in a rather sarcastic smile, as if he was mocking those who only saw the halo above Harry Potter's head, or perhaps he was mocking Harry who had livened up the atmosphere for no reason.

What happened on the train was naturally what I heard from Malfoy.

But Professor McGonagall was very happy. On the contrary, the short headmaster next to her, who looked like a Gringotts goblin, turned his head to the other side, with an expression of "I'm not happy, don't call me".

"Okay, Filius, this is all arranged by the Sorting Hat~" McGonagall had the happiest smile.

Look, a student who can use magic just by the first two months of school is not a Ravenclaw!

"Hmph, two hats are embarrassing. It's fine if one is given to Gryffindor, but why did the other one go to Slytherin?" The head of Ravenclaw looked at Snape's horse face and felt his teeth itching. "What a waste!!"

Above the Slytherin table, a ghost suddenly floated by.

It was very scary, with dull dead fish eyes, wearing a French aristocratic dress, and walked through the wall with the ghost lady of Ravenclaw and sat next to Malfoy.

Nietzsche had just finished watching when the ghost above the Gryffindor table next door performed a French magic trick:

Where is the magical head?

"Why are you looking at me?" Nietzsche said eagerly, "Why, do you want to perform like it? It doesn't matter, you don't have to look at me, just do whatever you want."

This horrible ghost covered in blood was sitting next to Malfoy. After hearing Nietzsche's words, he shook his head repeatedly.

"Humph, I'm not being sent to the guillotine. I'm the Bloody Baron!!"

The blood on Barrow's face, coupled with the man's voice, made the surrounding snakes move to the other end of the dining table. They originally wanted to scare this rude little wizard, but unfortunately, Nietzsche did not react at all.

Hey~that’s it?

Nietzsche, who had experienced opening the refrigerator early in the morning and seeing a human head, not only did he not find it hideous or terrifying, he even felt like laughing.

"Yeah, okay... Then why is there so much blood on your body?" Nietzsche stared at the Bloody Baron and analyzed curiously, "This kind of blood that permeates the whole body is not just bleeding from the aorta."

"Did you die in the war, stabbed by dozens of cavalrymen?"

That doesn't make sense. Barrow's clothes are intact. It's impossible for such a noble to die on the battlefield.

"It's obvious, boy! These are not my own blood!" Barrow said fiercely, "If you have all this energy, you might as well think about how to help Slytherin win the seventh consecutive championship!"

It said this and floated away.

The Slytherins around looked at this unwelcome newcomer with some numbness. The Bloody Baron couldn't stand his probing gaze and actually ran away...ran away? ! !

Is this still the Barrow that Nearly Headless Nick feared?

Even Malfoy couldn't help but swallow. After weighing the pros and cons, he felt that it would be better to turn the enemy into a friend.