Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Sitting on the sofa was Professor Lupin, covering his face and shaking his legs.

"I think I should trust my friends." James Potter pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and calmly rejected the other party's proposal.

"This is not the little trick you played with your friends when you were in school. You have to think carefully..."

"But Sirius is Harry's godfather. If you are worried about the Black family, I don't think it is necessary." James said, "He has been my friend for seven years. In the last few days, I am still willing to trust him."

Nietzsche looked back at the frustrated Blake and found that he was staring at James excitedly, as if the other party was talking to him.

As I watched, I suddenly laughed.

He raised his chin towards Nietzsche, as if to say: 'I'll tell you.'

After confirming the thoughts of several people in the picture, Professor Dumbledore nodded and left. After a long time, Sirius suddenly walked to the window and looked at the swaying shadows of the trees outside.

Now, only young Black and Peter were left in the Potter family.

Pettigrew was the one with the least presence. He was very short, like a dwarf, with a very pointed mouth and a pair of front teeth sticking out. He was lying in the crib with a sly look in his eyes, teasing Harry inside.

If everyone hadn't left, Nietzsche and Grindelwald wouldn't have noticed him.

At this time, Sirius looked at Peter Pettigrew and suddenly shouted: "I have an idea."

"What?" James didn't understand.

"How about letting Peter be the secret keeper?" Sirius said, "Someone from the Order of the Phoenix has been passing messages to the You-Know-Who. They are all here just now and know that I am the 'Secret-Keeper'!"

He leaned back on the wooden chair, with only the two legs of the chair touching the ground, and his expression was casual but also a little anxious.

Peter Pettigrew, who was standing by, widened his eyes in surprise, as if he would burst into tears at any moment.

"What's the matter with you?" he stammered.

This sudden idea confused the Potters.

"'I am the secret keeper' will definitely be known to the Order of the Phoenix. Don't forget that there is a mysterious man undercover here. Peter, you just need to hide when the time comes and don't bring anyone else here when the Fidelius Charm takes effect."

This substitution made James think for a long time.

He first looked at Peter Pettigrew, then nodded slowly.

"The Order of the Phoenix was created by me. It is a temporary alliance to deal with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It absorbs many wizards who oppose Voldemort, but there are all kinds of people, so it is inevitable that there will be some undercover agents." said Principal Dumbledore at this time.

So Sirius Black planned to use the "undercover" feature to make his fake news become true news.

And secretly replacing the secret keeper with Peter Pettigrew makes sense in terms of logic and motivation.

But Pettigrew didn't seem to think so. He looked very panicked. He withdrew his chubby fingers from the crib and gasped. He pointed at Sirius Black angrily.

"The You-Know-Who will hunt down the Secret-Keeper. Do you want to kill me?!"

"They don't know that you are the secret keeper." Sirius raised his voice impatiently, "Peter, our lives are not important. It's time to say goodbye to your previous stupidity. You know, I am the one they are looking for."

"But...you don't know how powerful that man is..." Peter said timidly, gasping for breath.

At this time, the crying of little Harry broke the quarrel among the few people, and Lily carried him back to the room.

Nietzsche and James both noticed Peter Pettigrew's fear of the mysterious man, especially the latter, who reached out his hand to comfort the other, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

James said, "I'm sorry, Peter...just think of it as Harry's."

This sentence is better than Sirius's ten thousand explanations.

So, Pettigrew nodded silently with a sullen face and agreed.

Witnessed by Sirius, Peter became the true secret keeper of the Potter family. Everyone present could see the contract and light condensed by magic - James and Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, but Peter was not so happy.

"I'm going back first." He slammed the door and left Godric's Hollow under the cover of night.

With the sound of a 'click' from the instrument, the 'tape' finished playing and the picture stopped abruptly.

The cell was still the same cell, and Blake knelt on the ground in regret, banging his head on the ground.

Volume 1: Chapter 177: Hermione is drawn into the game

Sirius was proven innocent for the time being, but his only sphere of activity was the Room of Requirement, but at least it was not a cell now, but a Gryffindor-style bedroom.

But the matter of the mouse Banban was thrown into Nietzsche's hands.

He couldn't even do his homework these days, let alone modify an alchemical tool.

"Use runes to prolong or strengthen the effect of magic, and use '?' to prolong the effect of the hour conversion spell." Granger could only take notes alone in the library. "The total consumption of magic power remains unchanged, but the effect of the spell can be changed."

? (Runic: D?g) represents the spiritual light of the wizard and also means growth, development and change.

Because Granger didn't know the spell for the hour conversion spell, she could only use runes on the existing time converter to change "hours" into "time and space".

Just as she was looking through the information, a person suddenly appeared behind her.

"Madam Pince said there is only one copy of Runes Translation left. Can you lend it to me?" Hermione stood on tiptoe and tapped her shoulder.

Because Granger was wearing Nietzsche's school robe, it looked a little small. The bottom of the robe should have just reached her ankles, but on her it just barely reached above her knees. But at least she didn't have to use the Disillusionment Charm to dodge anytime and anywhere.

Anyway, I stay in the library all day long.

"I'll need some time. If you don't mind, we can watch it together..." Granger turned around and found a smaller version of herself, and smiled.

But Hermione glanced at the notebook in her hand and found something unusual - it was Nietzsche's notebook.

No, she would never make a mistake because she was so familiar with it.

"You... know Nietzsche?" Hermione sat at the table and casually opened the book with her fingertips. Sure enough, the runic translation on it was his handwriting. "It seems that his ancient runic studies are barely qualified."

Granger didn't expect her observation to be so meticulous in an instant, and suddenly felt a headache.

She thought to herself: I shouldn’t have listened to Nietzsche.

When she drank the shrinking potion and went to Professor McGonagall to drop classes, the three elective courses left were Ancient Runes, Alchemy, and Muggle Studies required by Nietzsche Holmes.

So...that's why Hermione had seen Nietzsche's runic translation notes.

"Ah, that's right." Granger said with a wry smile.

"That's strange, why haven't I seen you before?" Hermione narrowed her eyes and asked, "He usually doesn't lend his notebook to others. Oh, even Daphne from Slytherin has never lent it to anyone..."

Seeing her trying to get to the bottom of things, Granger instantly understood why he was disliked in the past.

Moreover, after Hermione had identified her target, her every move was as unexpected as a cat, making it difficult for the opponent to guard against her. She regarded Granger as a thief - a villain who stole her position.

"I'm in seventh grade and will graduate this year." Granger, who was able to adapt to the situation, immediately took over.

"Ahaha, senior... Actually, Nietzsche showed me your knowledge of potions, and I found that there are still many things I don't understand." But Hermione, the lion, kept chasing after him and said, "If it's convenient for you, can you teach me?"

She pretended to be innocent and blinked her eyes.

He was tall, had a smart style, and his eyes were very similar to hers...but the scar on his face was automatically filtered out by Hermione.

Because she knows that Nietzsche does not focus on these things, in a sense she is trying to see Granger from Nietzsche's perspective.

"I'm afraid we don't have enough time. If you need it, you can ask Nietzsche to teach you what I told him." Granger lied without thinking, "After all, I have to prepare Newt."

Roo roo, there really is something wrong with this woman.

As a seventh-year student who is about to take the ultimate wizarding exam, how can he spare the energy to teach others?

"Honey, you should focus on studying~" Granger took the lead.

"Yeah, so I also want to surpass Nietzsche...but he's a Slytherin." Hermione's face was filled with a hypocritical smile.

To be honest, Granger never thought that the Hermione Granger in this world would be so difficult to deal with. She was like an underwater Kaba, who, once she grabbed someone's clothes, would drag the person under the water.

When she was in her third year, she seemed to be running around foolishly with Potter and Weasley.

In the end, those two idiots didn't appreciate it.

"I'm really sorry, because I'm also a Slytherin." Granger suppressed her nausea and made an excuse that she herself couldn't believe. "Forget it, I have Nietzsche's notes, you can take the Translation of Ancient Runes."

But to Hermione, these words sounded more like showing off.

Only after the other person left did she roll her eyes while holding the "Ancient Rune Translation", her teeth grinding in her mouth.

When she returned to the dormitory at night, Hermione pushed open the door coldly, threw the heavy translation book on the bed, leaned against the head of the bed, crossed her legs, and cursed Nietzsche and that Slytherin senior in her heart.

Lavender looked in the mirror and saw the sulky Hermione, so she stopped putting on makeup.

"Who made you angry again?"

"Who would dare to do that? Unless that person doesn't want to learn from the perfect assignment." Parvati said while lying on the upper bunk. "It must be related to Slytherin's Nietzsche that could cause such a big reaction from the great Hermione Granger."

"..."

The two of them looked at each other.

If you don't say anything, it seems like you agree.

"Tell me, what problems did you two encounter when you came out of Madam Puddifoot's Tea House?"

"Hehe... It's nothing, it's just that Nietzsche now has a new 'friend'." Hermione said coldly, "A seventh-year woman who is about to graduate."

"So you are jealous." Parvati said bluntly.

"Jealous? Huh?" Hermione said in a panic. "I'm just thinking about him. Now many things are on track. Who knows if that Slytherin woman is a pure-blood undercover, or if she's after money or something like that."

God Lavender took a sip of tea, then mysteriously stretched out his fingers and fiddled with the tea stems inside.

After about three minutes, he said in shock: "It seems that your luck is not good. This is a strong opponent. She has the advantage of age and experience... I have seen it played out this way in movies."

“I don’t have a sense of crisis.”

"Ahem...none of us told you that you had a sense of crisis." Lavender probed cautiously.

"I was just saying how he's been sneaking around lately, always running upstairs. Great!" Hermione ignored them and threw the pillow against the wall. "Nietzsche is my friend. If I get cheated, I can't just sit there and do nothing."

Lavender and Parvati didn't interrupt; they just wanted to watch the show.

He waited until Hermione calmed down before saying, "You're right to worry. We will help you find out the truth!"

"Yes, everything is for the greater good."

Volume 1: Chapter 178 Misfortunes never come alone, but Sirius

Hermione couldn't help herself in the end, and at the instigation of Lavender and Parvati, on Monday morning, after finishing the Muggle Studies class and Divination class, they began to secretly observe Nietzsche.

As usual, after he finished his Transfiguration and Alchemy classes, he would go to the eighth floor.

"It's normal. He's rich, handsome, and has good grades. If it were me, I would also seduce him secretly..." Lavender could only comfort her at night.

She had tried her best to comfort him in her own way.

But as Hermione's financial accountant, she just wanted to secretly take a look at her boss's secret news, especially when she was on the front line of the battlefield, which made Lavender even more excited.

However, when curfew was about to start at nine o'clock in the evening, the two men, who were too excited to sleep, woke Hermione up.

"Can't we do it during the day? It's curfew now." She stood at the door of the lounge and whispered.

"Are you planning to be seen by Nietzsche and tell him: 'We have been secretly following you'?" Parvati couldn't hide her joy. "Don't be silly, this is a secret operation."

This was absolutely fantastic; they shared a dormitory with Hermione and had never had a night out together.

Afterwards, Hermione was half-pushed out of the cave, and under the protection of the Disillusionment Charm, the three of them quietly climbed to the eighth floor.

But the eighth floor was connected to several towers of the castle, and there was no classroom in the circular corridor in the middle. Hermione and the other two watched Nietzsche go up the moving stairs and disappear in the corridor several times.

"But we don't even know where they are." Parvati walked around with them and returned to the movable staircase.

"Maybe some kind of secret door again?"

Hogwarts even has a secret room where statues and basilisks are stored, so who knows what other rooms there might be.

Hermione calmed down, she fell into deep thought, then walked along the window of the corridor with her memories, took out her wand and said "Appare Vestigium".

Scattered rays of light began to appear in some places.

But there were too many glowing marks on the stone floor. This was a school, and even if Hermione used the depth of color to distinguish them, there were dozens of pairs of footprints. However, her attention was focused on the cat's hair and claws.

Then, she covered the entire corridor with magic power.

"Cats usually shed their fur for one to two months during the seasons, especially Persian long-haired cats." Hermione smiled slyly, "And Crookshanks always finds food on his own and returns on his own."

She should really be grateful for Nietzsche's character, but she admired her understanding of him even more.

That's right, Nietzsche, the lazy guy, rarely takes care of his cat and always lets the clever Crookshanks solve problems on his own. Based on this behavioral habit, Hermione quickly found a way out of the dilemma.

Following the cat's paw prints, Hermione soon found the place where the ginger hair fell - the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas with a club.