Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Silver light flashes!" "Show yourself quickly." "The true form is revealed immediately."

"Mentos."

"Hey~ 'Mentos' is the spell for the portkey." Hermione corrected their attempts, "This is Hogwarts, and a series of spatial magic such as Apparition is prohibited."

But the tapestry remained unchanged.

Lavender even lifted it up and ran her hands along the wall and hooks behind it, but all she got was dust on her hands.

"Maybe... maybe it's magic like a portkey?" Parvati shrugged. "How else can you explain why all the steps stopped here? I've never heard of anyone praising this tapestry at Hogwarts."

It can't be possible that this tapestry was created by a certain founder.

Oh, of course it's possible, maybe Hufflepuff wove it.

"Let me think about it!" Hermione lowered her head and paced back and forth, subconsciously stepping on the visible footprints. "There must be a place here for Nietzsche and that woman to study..."

What does it have to do with her how they learn?

Hermione thought to herself: No, no, no, you need to find where they study and see clearly why that woman suddenly approached Nietzsche. Although he is good enough, he is still a boy after all.

Just after she walked back and forth twice, a smooth door appeared on the wall opposite the tapestry.

"It's really a wish come true." Hermione felt something was wrong.

"Secret room~~" Lavender drawled.

The three of them put their ears to the door and listened for a long time but didn't hear any movement.

"Isn't it a bit wrong for us to do this..." Parvati retreated, "It always feels weird to eavesdrop."

"How can you think that?!" Lavender screamed in her throat, "Indians are unreliable... We are doing this for Nietzsche's sake. What if those purebloods seduce him with such intellectual women?"

"Hasn't Daphne tried it before? What I mean is... you have to trust him."

Hermione tugged at her sleeves, her face livid.

"That thing is poison. What if he doesn't have the willpower to control it?" She waved her hand and kicked open the door on the wall.

The light from the corridor stretched the shadows of the three people very long.

The sudden movement startled Sirius Black, who was already mentally weak. He was squatting on the long bench without manners, with half a piece of buttered bread in his mouth and a chicken leg in his hand.

Who? The Ministry? Coming to arrest him?

But who would betray him?

"I knew that Slytherin bastards were unreliable." Black wiped his greasy hands on his clothes, and his leg muscles tensed.

"Slytherin...Have you seen Nietzsche and that man?" Hermione walked into the Room of Requirement and looked around.

The whole room was decorated in Gryffindor-style warm red and yellow tones. There was a huge empty portrait hanging on the wall. A large soft bed and a desk were placed near the fireplace.

This is indeed the 'skull' sign in divination class.

"You're not here to see me?" Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. "Great, if you're talking about the woman who dumped me here... maybe she's also a Slytherin. Anyway, I've only seen her with that boy."

"What are we doing together?" Lavender asked immediately, reacting very quickly.

"Just learning... repairing things or something, I don't know."

But Parvati felt that Sirius looked a little familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before, but he was gentler than she had imagined.

Hermione directed the notebooks on the desk to float in front of her. They were all about rune translation and alchemy. She even saw the magic equipment that Nietzsche bought in Hogsmeade village under the table.

really...

"If you are here to seek revenge, I will just pretend that I didn't see anything." Sirius covered up his snicker by chewing his food, and pointed at the leftovers on the table. "Or you can sit here and wait."

He looked at the young, unknown little wizard, and tried to be as welcoming as possible.

But this look, coupled with his sloppy appearance, would only have the opposite effect - the three of them frowned and took a few steps back.

"I remember now. I saw him on the wanted poster in Diagon Alley. It's him! Sirius Black!" Parvati pulled Hermione's clothes and screamed, "He's hiding here!"

Blake paused, and when he saw the three people raising their wands, he instinctively raised his hand to explain.

"Repel quickly."

"Everything is petrified."

"Collapsed."

But because they mistakenly thought he wanted to use magic, several sparks and lights hit him, especially Hermione, who hit him the hardest, and it was unknown whether she had some other emotions involved.

After all, a wanted adult dark wizard would definitely be able to cast spells silently without a wand.

Sirius Black, who was wanted by both worlds, was knocked out stiffly with food still in his mouth.

Dumbledore was just about to take a nap in the headmaster's office when he was awakened by Professor McGonagall's knocking on the door. Then he was dragged by the ears to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor. Snape was standing in front of the tapestry...

He was called by Lavender, and God knows how long this witch stood at the door of the basement office, hesitating.

"Nie...Nietzsche must have been...held hostage by Blake, otherwise why would he come here every day?" Lavender stood beside the professor and stammered.

"That makes sense." Snape said sullenly.

"I think this must be a misunderstanding..." The headmaster was still patiently explaining to Vice Headmaster McGonagall.

But Snape didn't even look at Dumbledore. He just pulled Lavindra behind him, holding his wand, and kicked the door open like Hermione, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Dumbledore followed closely behind, simply lamenting what had happened tonight.

Sirius Black was seen lying on the ground with his fingers bent and his eyes closed like a wax figure. Both sides of his face were bulging with food and the buttered bread in his mouth was almost melted.

Hermione and Parvati stood nervously beside the 'wax figure', pointing their wands.

"Professor!" As Gryffindor students, they had never called a Slytherin head of house like that.

"Well done, five points to Gryffindor." Snape stared at the face on the ground and blurted out.

"Granger, Patil, Brown... I thought you three were the best students in Gryffindor, but I didn't expect you would go out at night. Do you know what you almost did?" Dumbledore tried to change the subject.

But Snape was deliberately opposing him.

"It did a great thing - it saved the wizarding world and the Muggles," the professor raised his hooked nose and looked down at Black, "and it saved Nietzsche Holmes... but the spell was used wrong."

but it does not matter.

He will help these three little wizards perfect it - the crushing spell or the exploding spell?

Killing Curse? Never mind, it might scare the students...

That’s decided, Shenfeng Wuying is just right.

Volume 1: Chapter 179: Snape is too sharp

"What the hell is going on?!"

When Snape raised his wand, Professor McGonagall immediately stepped forward to block Sirius, raised her eyebrows, and glared at Dumbledore majestically.

"Obviously, my student was controlled by the criminal, and your three students found the murderer because of their close attention to him. Is this difficult to understand?" Snape waved his wand, motioning her to move aside.

He was so righteous that he didn't even care about Gryffindor wandering to the eighth floor at night.

But the whole process was very different from what the professor said, but Hermione could only stiffen her neck, blush, and nod repeatedly when Snape looked over.

If they still can't find the stairs, they'd be really stupid.

"No! Nietzsche is responsible for guarding him...Severus, Sirius is not a criminal." Dumbledore slapped his forehead.

What the hell is going on here~

"So our headmaster deceived Slytherin students and protected criminals?" Snape pushed the deputy headmaster away and pointed his wand at Black's forehead. "Either hand it over to the Dementors, or I will get rid of it for the sake of the name!"

The situation gradually got out of control and Headmaster Dumbledore had to take action to control Snape.

He twirled his bearded left hand and raised a finger, and every wish was granted. The room was instantly filled with red light. Hermione blinked because of the flash, and when she opened her eyes again, she found that Snape's wand was already in the headmaster's hands.

The corners of Snape's mouth, which had just curled up, immediately sank again.

"I can kill him in an instant without a wand."

"Give me five minutes!" Dumbledore seized the moment when he was talking and interrupted him, "Sirius was wrongly accused. He was not the murderer twelve years ago... The evidence is right there!"

The headmaster pointed to a small bottle stored on a bookshelf.

Following the instructions, Hermione and the other two saw the typical Muggle-style magical equipment. Wasn't that what Gilderoy Lockhart brought when he came to school? !

"Okay, Severus, he's right here and he can't run away." Professor McGonagall supported him and coaxed him in soft words.

But Snape didn't say anything. He just stared at the headmaster fiercely. He pulled out a small stool and sat next to Sirius' head, as if the person on the ground would be in trouble if he was not satisfied at all.

Hermione didn't panic either, and just stood aside with Snape's excuse.

There was no such thing as Slytherin women. They noticed that Nietzsche was acting strangely recently and accidentally discovered this 'wanted criminal' out of concern.

So Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall couldn't be blamed on them.

After half an hour, Dumbledore, with a dry mouth, barely explained the "betrayal" incident surrounding the Potters twelve years ago.

"But why didn't you tell us about this?" Professor McGonagall asked puzzledly.

"That's because... I'm still sleeping!" Dumbledore raised his voice unconsciously, "I just confirmed Sirius' innocence last Sunday, and I didn't expect that someone else would come here in the middle of the night the next day!"

He wasn't old enough to not be able to see the numerous traces of magic outside.

No one expected that Granger, whom Hermione met in the library on Sunday, would secretly come with his friends to find their secret place late on Monday night.

So Hermione took the initiative to get involved in this muddy water.

And Snape had a sullen face...If Lavender hadn't called McGonagall, then McGonagall wouldn't have called Dumbledore.

"Five points from Gryffindor for being out all night." He gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone!"

Okay, not only have the points just added been deducted back, but now ten points have been deducted as well.

Hermione sighed and didn't dare to refute, even though it seemed that Professor Snape was not deducting points from them, but more like deducting points from Dumbledore.

Looking at the bright side, at least she now knew about the Room of Requirement, and she was looking forward to seeing Nietzsche's surprise and the way he would rack his brains to come up with an excuse when he saw her here the next day.

"Don't be silly, Severus, are you really going to make a mistake because of that little joke?"

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped Black twice, removing the effects of the two curses.

But he still didn't wake up. As his stiff muscles relaxed, the little food in his mouth began to flow out from the corners of his mouth. And because he was lying down, the bread flowing into his esophagus just blocked his trachea.

Blake's face turned visibly purple.

"What other methods did you use?" Dumbledore didn't care about the nausea and immediately reached out to pry open his mouth, and half-melted butter bread mixed with saliva fell out.

But Snape seemed quite happy to see it.

"Looks like a vegetative person who is about to choke to death on bread, which is quite consistent with the tapestry outside." He made an inappropriate joke.

"It's a repulsive spell... maybe the impact I created with my magic was too strong and he hit his head." Hermione raised her hand awkwardly, "Repel quickly."

But this time the power is much smaller than before.

What made Snape laugh was that he saw the unconscious Sirius was pushed by Hermione with a repulsive spell behind him, and immediately slipped out of Dumbledore's arms like a bar of soap.

After the debris that blocked his esophagus flew out of his mouth and onto the ground, he fell back into it face first.

Even Professor McGonagall, who wanted to help, stopped and even took a step back in disgust... Who would like to get close to someone with vomit all over his face.

"Miss Granger." Dumbledore's tone was almost pleading.

Snape pursed his lips, seeming to be gloating.

Lavender, who was hiding aside, seemed to have thought of something. She pulled the two of them over and whispered, "Maybe I know how to get Snape to give Gryffindor extra points..."

"How to add?" Parvati and Hermione were very curious.

"Let him see that we hate evil."

But this 'evil' refers to Sirius Black.

Volume 1: Chapter 180 The most painful thing in the world

There was a cold drizzle mixed with tiny snowflakes. Perhaps because of the Dementors, this November was colder than in previous years, and the dark clouds overhead had never dispersed.

Strong winds blew in from the north of the Forbidden Forest. Standing in the corridor, Nietzsche sometimes couldn't even tell whether there were a few dragon roars in the whistling sound. In this extremely bad weather, the herbal shed outside the campus seemed like it would be overturned at any time.

He yawned as he walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.