Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Volume 1: Chapter 172: Hermione's Great Transformation

In the next few days, the whole school's topic was focused on 'Sirius Black', and even the Quidditch teams were no longer curious about how the Hufflepuff's big fool got together with the Ravenclaw's excellent seeker.

Besides the topic of how Blake got into the school, there is also the topic of his 'helper'...

Although this helper was lukewarm towards Black, she was still a helper, after all, she helped him escape from Grindelwald.

"I have some very good news for you~~" Snape said in the first Potions class after Halloween.

There was no doubt that the news was bad.

Not only Gryffindor, but also Slytherin thinks so:

If Professor Snape said "good news", then this news might not be good for them, but it would definitely make the professor very happy; if he said "bad news", then this news would definitely shock people.

So...please, they are mentally prepared.

"Professor Lupin is not feeling well and cannot continue teaching you in this week's Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Snape walked lightly and was in a rare better mood.

Everyone burst into wailing.

There is no need to think about it. Since it was Snape who said it, he must be the substitute teacher.

"I told you, Snape must have put something else in the potion!" Harry said indignantly in a low voice.

"This is your luck. A sickly kid won't help you learn anything new." Snape turned his head to look at something, then pointed to the front row and said, "One point for Gryffindor. You should learn from Miss Granger."

It's really rare. This is the third time Snape has given extra points to Gryffindor.

"Once a year, it looks like you've used up your chances this year." Nietzsche lowered his head and complained in a low voice.

It's no wonder Snape did this, because Hermione was humming a little song and fiddling with the potion in the crucible with great energy. Nietzsche guessed that she must have had a good sleep last night and didn't have to attend three classes at the same time in the morning.

Of course, a few days later, she would receive a withdrawal form with her signature on it...

"Look at the bright side, maybe we can learn something about 'how to use potions to fight against the dark arts.'" Hermione said suddenly, happily forgetting that it was a class.

Snape, who was standing behind her, paused and made a mental note.

Yes, that's a good idea.

"That's right. For example, if you know how to mix 'undetectable poison gas', then when you meet Sirius Black you can release it and protect yourself..." Snape said the cruelest words in the most relaxed tone.

He seemed to wish Sirius dead.

Even Harry was aroused with some interest, and Nietzsche silently mourned for Blake in his heart.

Neville was relieved for this Potions class. He was not given any trouble today! No! Snape seemed to have forgotten about him. He was just immersed in the intoxication of potions and dark magic and gave the students a preview.

The only person Nietzsche was worried about was Hermione.

"There's something wrong with you today." He wondered if Granger had done something else.

She put some cheerleaders in Hermione's breakfast?

"Come on, she's been like this since she came back from Hogsmeade." Lavender suddenly pushed the book in front of her down and said with a sly smile, "She was still laughing under the quilt last night. You're amazing~"

Nietzsche looked at Hermione at a loss, he didn't know how this got to him.

You know he didn't do anything that day!

"I just had a cup of tea at Madam Puddifoot's!"

"Blah blah...Okay~" Lavender interrupted frantically, "I know, Cedric said the same thing when he came out, but now he and Qiu Zhang don't want to play against each other."

Wait, is this the truth about this year's Quidditch game?

The Slytherin team was originally going to play against Gryffindor, but then the opponent was changed to Ravenclaw because the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Seeker couple didn't want to play against each other? ! !

What is even more unexpected is that Warrington and Wood actually agreed...

Nietzsche despised those flying football players.

But the reason why Hermione was acting weird was not what Lavender said... To be precise, it was not entirely because of that. It was more because she was much more confident now and would not be too hesitant or think too much.

'I've been to Madam Puddifoot's Tea House, so why should I be so careful?'

This is her current mental state.

This was reflected in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Wednesday afternoon.

Everyone squeezed into the classroom on time because they didn't expect that one day they would see the greasy old bat in an area other than the basement, and this was not a dream, so it was better not to be late.

Just by looking at this group of Gryffindors, Hermione had already understood Schopenhauer's understanding of life - either pain or boredom.

"Boggarts, red hats... I think we should be able to deal with these things in the first grade. If I remember correctly, Quirrell seems to have mentioned these weak dark creatures."

Snape couldn't wait to start talking before Harry, who had just walked in at the sound of the bell, could sit down.

"It's all theory!" Dean Thomas couldn't help but retort.

"Quiet, five points deducted from Gryffindor. I was only criticizing Professor Lupin's teaching for lack of method and too much entertainment." Snape said angrily, and he did not allow anyone to refute him.

He's back, he's all back. He loses points as soon as he opens his mouth. This is the old bat they know.

But this also made many people somewhat dissatisfied, and Hermione also noticed that not only was Professor Lupin absent, but even Professor Grendel, who was responsible for teaching spells and dealing with dark creatures, was absent.

"Where's the other professor?" she shouted, raising her hand.

"He and Holmes have gone to the headmaster's office. Miss Granger, turn to page 394. I am going to teach you how to identify a werewolf. This is not a harmless antics of the Grindylows."

Harmless, referring to the thing called a 'water ghost' by Muggles, which would hide in the water plants and drag people to the bottom of the water in an attempt to drown them.

"Those things are really simple." Hermione nodded in agreement.

"That's just you!" Ron said suddenly, "I was hit on the head by the red hat with a wooden stick several times, and I fainted directly. I thought I was going to be beaten to death."

Dean couldn't stand Snape's arrogant behavior, and said boldly: "Tsk~ Professor Lupin never lets us recite from the textbook..."

But Professor Snape's ears were always pointy. He squinted his eyes and looked over with a calm, frightening gaze.

"It seems that you like Professor Lupin's teaching method... Aha, werewolf, Mr. Thomas has given me some inspiration. Come up and let us see what you have learned." Snape sneered.

Poor Dean was the first to stand out and was caught on the podium.

But the problem is that there are no werewolves here. If Snape goes to the Forbidden Forest now, he will have enough time to catch a few ordinary wild wolves.

But this was not a problem. Snape drew out his wand and used Transfiguration to transform the dummy in the corner of the classroom into a werewolf - it first turned into a wolf, then its body was stretched and its shoulders hunched.

Dean didn't dare to move because the werewolf was hunched over and circling around him.

"Look carefully, the werewolf's snout is shorter than that of an ordinary wolf, and its pupil size is the same as that of a human... But! If you think that a werewolf thinks like a human, you are totally wrong."

"They are more aggressive than real wolves. If you are scratched by their teeth or claws, I'm sorry, but you will be infected with wolf poison and will be a werewolf for the rest of your life, turning into a savage beast!"

Snape's description was so vivid that the students for a moment forgot that this was the product of Transfiguration.

"Have you ever dealt with them before?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

"Almost killed one." Snape said quickly, staring at the transformed werewolf with extremely hateful eyes, "Thomas, pick up your wand, let me see how powerful Professor Lupin's teaching is."

However, when Snape commanded the werewolf to jump over, Dean was thrown to the back of the classroom before he could even finish the spell, and slowly slid down the wall.

Although this werewolf is relatively thin, its movements are very fast.

"That's it?" Snape looked around the class, "Is this what you learned from Lupin? If this was a real fight, his neck would have been bitten off. Now, shut up and open your books..."

"This doesn't count!" Ron couldn't help but shout after seeing his companion injured.

"Oh? Mr. Weasley is going to come up and perform too?"

Ron sagged like a pickle, all the strength gone from him.

But can we just allow Snape to discredit Professor Lupin?

Of course not! You know there is a killer weapon sitting here!

"I think Hermione learns the most." Ron's words made many people nod their heads. "She is the most serious in class. If you want to criticize Professor Lupin's teaching, why don't you test the best student in the class?"

Wow, Hermione didn't expect that as a good student, she had this obligation. She just hoped that Professor Snape would not follow suit... No, it seemed that she was too extravagant.

She seriously underestimated Snape's determination to bring down Lupin.

"Miss Granger, please~" Snape said with a cold face, using what he thought was the most harmonious tone.

Hermione walked to the podium reluctantly, looking at the werewolf in front of her who was grinning and growling, and silently recited the "Exorcism Spell" that Grindelwald had taught her - written as Exorcism Spell, read as War Magic.

But she didn't even realize it, she felt much more relaxed at this moment.

At least she no longer had those unfounded worries: 'Will it hurt others if it's too powerful?' 'Is it forbidden to use by the Ministry of Magic?' etc., because her mind was filled with other things.

So, as the werewolf charged at Hermione, Harry, sitting in the back, saw the brightest light he had ever seen.

Volume 1: Chapter 173 Snape's Evil Thoughts

War magic is Grindelwald's signature skill, but Hermione always feels a little resistant to its overly powerful and will-destroying power. After all, she believes that magic should be a tool to change the world.

But...Hermione can be easily blinded by some small emotions.

It means that she took a brave step forward in another field and solved the dangerous incident of "Nietzsche and others studying" and she no longer hesitated.

The war magic stimulated by the strong dragon heartstrings deprived Snape of the vitality given to the transfiguration, causing the leaping werewolf to begin to decay, like a damp and thousand-year-old rotten wood that would break at the touch.

There was silence.

After a long time, several witches stared and said, "Wow~"

"What a brilliant display." Snape clutched his clothes tightly, tensed his muscles, and stood by the wall, shaking with excitement. "This is the kind of magic you should use when dealing with werewolves. Everyone, remember this!"

Hermione looked at the pinch of powder at her feet, absorbed in 'Grendel's' teachings.

After she used war magic without hesitation, she immediately found that she was not only destroying things, but her magic and will made Snape's transfiguration ineffective.

"In fact, Professor Lupin said that most banishing spells are repulsive spells." Hermione stuck out her tongue.

"No! His teaching method is too weak, but I am very satisfied with your performance this time." Snape didn't care what magic she used. For him, as long as he could kill the werewolf, it was enough.

He cleaned the podium with a hideous smile on his face.

"Your homework today is to write a paper on how to kill a werewolf, except Miss Granger."

This was big news. If Hogwarts had campus news, Hermione would definitely see the headline of the next day: The sinister and vicious old bat had made another exception for Gryffindor.

And Hermione tasted a second sweetness.

She seemed to do better when she wasn't restraining herself.

They spent the entire class listening to how Snape described the ferocity and cunningness of werewolves, but Ron and the others still couldn't muster up any energy.

"But the book says that werewolves were also human before they transformed!" Harry held up the book, deliberately picking on the other party.

"Don't be silly, of course they will hide that side of themselves, because werewolves are responsible for killing people when they are humans." Snape's tone was sarcastic.

Snape said that werewolves emphasize that they are individuals because they need to ensure that they are not harmful, thereby protecting themselves from any responsibility even if they accidentally kill someone during the transformation.

However, Hermione always felt that such words were irritating, but she couldn't tell what was strange about them.

"Did you know that there are werewolves among the Death Eaters?" Snape said calmly, "Yes, the only difference between them and ordinary werewolves is that they do not conceal their intentions."

"But...but there are still werewolves who have never hurt anyone!"

Snape's face turned livid as he stared at the aggressive Harry Potter. The good mood he had just felt because of Hermione was over.

He moved the blackboard to the side, clearing a large space in front of the classroom.

"You should have experienced being almost killed by a werewolf. Perhaps the driving force brought by death will make you use your brain. The second year after I saw a werewolf, I invented magic that can kill it."

Then, Hermione saw the professor flick his wand, and the clothes hanger next to the steps of the Anti-Dark Magic Office was split in two.

Along with Professor Lupin's scarf and patched clothes.

Next, everyone in the classroom was dragged up... Hermione didn't expect the screams to be so rich, perhaps it had something to do with their different levels of pain.

Fortunately, some little lions knew how to wave their wands and swing their lightsabers, so it wasn't too tragic.

But Snape would still be dissatisfied and sarcastically say: "You don't even have the strength to chop a werewolf, and you claim to be a Gryffindor." "Use force, chop it in half, werewolves have strong self-healing abilities." "Out, next one, if it was a real werewolf you would be dead already."

The bell finally rang and they almost crawled out of the classroom.

"Harry Potter, what have you learned?"

"A werewolf during his transformation will not...think, he will only fall into madness and lose his mind." Harry said, holding his stomach.

"Very good, it seems you have all learned a lot. By the way, if you meet a werewolf again, don't imagine that I am hiding in the woods to control it. You should either run or kill it." Snape said happily.