Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Hermione dragged him to Honeydukes and warmed himself up.

"When I used the Patronus Charm, I wasn't thinking very happy things, but it worked," she said as she took some Furry Teeth mints from the shelf.

"What is it?"

Nietzsche knew that she was sharing her learning experience, so he paid more attention.

"Remember when you first came to my class in elementary school?"

"Oh, remember, you were sitting alone in the front row, without a deskmate..."

But just as he finished speaking, he was stepped on. Nietzsche hurried to look at Hermione's expression, but found that she was very calm, as if the kick just now was just an accidental step by someone else due to the crowd.

Is this also Hermione's pain point?

But Nietzsche felt that he had said nothing wrong. When he transferred to Hermione's class, she was sitting there alone.

For the sake of convenience, he simply sat in the empty seat next to Hermione... But later he found out that the reason Hermione had no deskmate was because no one wanted to be her deskmate.

"So what you're thinking is that someone will sit at the same table with you?!" Nietzsche guessed.

Unfortunately, he guessed wrong.

Hermione used magic to control the merchandise and noticed a long queue in front of the checkout counter, which only moved a small step after a while.

"It's not this! It's because... because of the incident that almost got you expelled from school. I always thought you were bullied because you sat with me. They thought you and I were nerds too."

Her voice was so soft that Nietzsche had to put his head closer to listen.

But this matter didn't matter to him, he was even ready to transfer schools.

"Is that why?"

"Just because of this? That's your problem. Apart from your own goals, you never pay attention to the changes you will bring to others. To me, it's more than just a favor!"

Hermione's face flushed in the hot shop, and her voice was shrill and small, like a boiling kettle.

Because she was so emotional, she accidentally let the spell get out of control, and the mints, licorice sticks, and crispy feather candies above her head that she hadn't paid for suddenly exploded everywhere, flying around like confetti.

Those happy little wizards thought that the candy house was playing some trick again, so they scrambled to catch the falling candies.

The owner, Ambrose Frum, stood at the cash register and shouted, "Those are not free candies! No!"

But no one was listening. Some wizards, even with their hands full of snacks, would raise their heads, jump up with their mouths open and bite, using their teeth to tear through the packaging and grind up the chocolate inside.

"Who's using magic here?!"

Only then did Hermione realize that she had gotten into trouble. She quickly covered her face with her scarf, pushed away those who were bending down to pick up candy, and rushed out of Honeydukes Candy House.

She leaned against the door pillar, breathing heavily.

The cold wind from the street, mixed with snowflakes, blew on her face, making her immediately more sober.

"What I mean is that the point of the Patronus Charm may not only be 'most pleasant', but more importantly, it should be profound, profound enough to bring about changes in a person's spirit or emotions..." She took off her gloves and covered her face with a handful of snow.

"Is that so... Have I changed you?" After getting a partial answer, Nietzsche immediately changed the subject.

It turns out that he had already changed Hermione?

To be honest, he never thought that he had already had some influence in their past interactions.

"Maybe it's the feeling of a friend? I'm not sure." Hermione was so angry that she gathered snow on the shop window sill, rolled it into a ball, and threw it at him hard, "But I care about this, and you gave me the courage."

The snowball hit Nietzsche's chest, and after a while, Crookshanks came out from his collar.

"Meow?" It looked around in confusion.

"The most memorable and representative happy memory..." Nietzsche nodded.

What Hermione said made sense. Happiness alone was not enough. Combined with Dumbledore's explanation of the Dementors, it was necessary for him to throw a stone into a dead pool to stir up some ripples.

Or you could put a fish or a frog in there and let them sway around from time to time.

The most representative happy memory is an active animal. Just like when talking about spicy food, the first thing people think of is chili peppers. It can actively jump out of the thinking space instead of being found.

Suddenly, a wizard in school uniform and Ron broke through the door and fell into the snow together.

Hermione shouted in disbelief: "Harry Potter?!"

"Shh." Harry hurriedly got up from the ground, "Keep your voice down!!"

Volume 1: Chapter 186: The Dementors Are Ready to Move

In order to avoid being discovered by others, Ron took them to the Three Broomsticks Tavern.

It was extremely crowded and noisy inside, and the smoke lingering on the ceiling was not magic, but came from the drinkers' pipes and hookahs. At the bar, a group of wizards were crowded around a curvaceous woman.

That's Ms. Rosmerta, the owner of the Three Broomsticks.

"I relied on the Marauder's Map to bypass the others and came here through the secret passage." Harry lowered his voice and told a few people about the map.

This left Nietzsche a little confused. When did Hogwarts have a secret path to Honeydukes?

If he had to find someone, he would rather believe that it was Dumbledore who did it. After all, among all the headmasters of Hogwarts, only Headmaster Dumbledore was the most loyal sweets lover.

Even the password to the principal's office is all kinds of sweets.

"I'm their brother and I never knew this!" Ron yelled.

"Ahem... I solemnly swear that I will never do anything bad~" Harry spread out a piece of parchment on the table, and then couldn't wait to knock it with his wand.

As soon as he finished speaking, ink lines began to appear on the parchment, spreading from the place where the wand and the parchment touched to the surrounding areas, crisscrossing to form a huge bird's-eye view made up of lines.

There are a few green words on the top, which read:

Introducing Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.

Nietzsche and Hermione moved closer and found that there were many densely packed ink dots moving on the map with names marked next to them. They looked at each other and immediately started looking for the eighth floor.

Fortunately, they did not see Sirius Black's name.

Did he run away?

"Will it show everywhere?" said Hermione quickly.

"Everywhere, including all the secret doors... Look, I came out from this road." Harry pointed to the corridor on the fourth floor, allowing everyone to see that there was another road behind the wall separated by ink lines.

This secret passage hidden in the corridor on the fourth floor also leads to Hogsmeade village.

In addition to this, Nietzsche saw six others, but Harry said that the road behind the mirror on the fifth floor was no longer accessible, and the other one was under the Whomping Willow.

He silently memorized the names, then pulled Hermione back and leaned back in the chair.

"This is something Blake used to make."

When he saw the intricate secret passages, he understood how Sirius Black had broken through the school's protection and sneaked in from outside. No matter which direction he came from, he would have been discovered.

Black Lake? First you need to take a boat.

The Forbidden Forest? There's Hagrid and his horde of centaurs, giant acromantulae, dragons, and all sorts of dangerous creatures.

"I saw Peter Pettigrew's name." After Hermione motioned Harry to put his things away quickly, she whispered to Nietzsche, "He's still in the Gryffindor common room. I'm worried..."

She was worried that Peter would run away.

"I've asked Gilderoy to prepare a new pet in Diagon Alley. When Howard and Arthur meet, Ron will receive his new gift." Nietzsche whispered while drinking butterbeer.

Now that Sirius is controlled in the Room of Requirement, there is no need to worry about Peter Pettigrew being scared away.

Judging from the Marauder's Map just now, the Room of Requirement does not seem to be displayed, so as a mouse, Peter naturally would not hear the whereabouts of Black from Ron.

"It's too sweet. I can't finish it. I'll give it to you."

Hermione wiped the white butter foam from the corner of her mouth and pushed the cup towards Nietzsche.

At this moment, several wizards pushed open the door in panic and rushed in with a gust of wind and snow.

"The Dementors are coming!" They blocked the door in fear and shouted loudly to Madam Rosmerta at the bar, "They start patrolling before sunset... Hurry! Hide quickly!!"

The pub was quiet for a moment, and then an unprecedented quarrel broke out.

Harry hurriedly covered his face with his beer glass, and with his other hand he pressed down his bangs on his forehead to prevent the scar from showing.

"What's going on? Black knows you're here?" Ron nervously took out his wand, looking around and said, "Don't worry, Harry, if he comes looking for you, I'll use my new wand to cover you!"

"Don't be silly, how would Blake know he was here?" Nietzsche comforted the two.

"But the sun hasn't set yet, how dare the Dementors patrol the streets of Hogsmeade?" Hermione was also puzzled.

First of all, neither she nor Nietzsche would have any doubts about Professor Grendel's strength, unless Blake was able to pass through the fierce fire.

Suddenly, accompanied by a loud bang, several wizards blocking the door flew out, fortunately the people behind caught them.

Cool breeze and snowflakes blew into the Three Broomsticks.

But it was not a Dementor, but the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. The fat guy walked in arrogantly from the door and shook the wand in his hand. It was he who forced the door open just now.

Fudge took off the yellow and green hat on his head and bowed perfunctorily to the crowd.

"I'm sorry, someone reported to me that Sirius Black escaped from the school, and he had an accomplice, so... for your safety, the Dementors will thoroughly search Hogsmeade later."

"Bullshit!" the drunk wizard cursed harshly.

I don’t know if it’s because of the Dementors or some other ridiculous reason.

"The fact that Black broke into the school hasn't been made public yet. I can guarantee that it was definitely that stupid guy Malfoy." Ron bit a piece of hard candy hard.

"But what good will this do him?" Harry was puzzled.

"Deal." "Commutation of sentence."

Niki silently wiped the rim of her cup with a tissue before drinking it all and speaking in unison with Hermione.

Even though the Malfoy family was caught up in the Chamber of Secrets incident and was symbolically arrested by the Ministry of Magic, they needed to give an explanation to the public, and Black was a good starting point.

They want to tell the public - look, Malfoy is just controlled by dark magic, in fact, we have no mutual understanding with dark wizards.

But at this time, facing the insults of many wizards, Fudge just waited quietly until they had finished venting their anger before continuing, "This is a necessary safety measure. Everyone, Rosmerta, can you give me a glass of red currant rum?"

Da da da da~

The high heels that Madame Rosmerta wore sounded particularly beautiful in the quiet bar.

"Before this, the Dementors had already searched my bar twice, Minister~" Rosmerta's voice was a little shrill.

"My dear, Dumbledore and his friends do not allow Dementors to enter the Hogwarts area... Just think about it, Black blew up an entire street with just one spell, and now, he has a helper!"

This seems to mean that it's all Headmaster Dumbledore's fault.

Nietzsche stood up, holding his wand high, and said, "How about another cherry syrup soda?"

Fudge, who had been calm and composed, immediately panicked the moment he saw him, like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Ahahaha...Mr. Holmes." The Minister said gruffly, "Don't worry, your professors are in charge of other places. Don't worry, Dumbledore just said that Dementors are not allowed to enter the castle."

"I'm not worried about that, I'm just worried about you..."

Nietzsche took a sip of mead, then lazily picked up his wand and used his magic to push several wizards away, leaving no obstacles between him and Fudge.

"I?"

"I'm worried that your efforts won't be rewarded~"

Volume 1: Chapter 187: Granger and Nietzsche's Bet

What kind of person is Fudge?

In Nietzsche's impression, he was at least a local tyrant who liked to be clever, play both sides, and study the art of weighing pros and cons every day. His heart was full of distrust and resentment towards everyone, and he only wanted to cultivate his own army.

“No trace.”

When Hermione saw the other person coming, she immediately cast an Disillusionment Charm on Harry under the table.

"Why would I do such a thankless job, child?" Fudge said softly, without any ministerial airs. "Because I have seen with my own eyes how little effect the Dementors have on Black, so this is necessary."

"Fortunately this is not Diagon Alley, otherwise all the wizards would have run away." Nietzsche said calmly, crossing his legs.

Granger was right. We cannot give them any chance to catch their breath, otherwise they will try every means to take back the position that does not belong to them.

They don't think about the consequences and only pursue glory.

In that case, go to your grave with honor...

The dark clouds in the sky were so thick that not even a ray of sunlight could penetrate. The street lights began to flicker and finally went out. Everyone stepped back in unison and tried desperately to squeeze into the tavern.