Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"As long as you distance yourself from those mudbloods, you can make friends. I can help you with this."

"I'm full, how about you guys?" Nietzsche threw the napkin on his collar, picked up his cane and walked towards the Gryffindor table, "I'm going to chat with my friends, so I won't bother you anymore. See you later~"

This situation has never happened before.

A Slytherin walked towards the Gryffindor table.

Even some Slytherin wizards who have friends from other colleges in private would not dare to do these things openly.

This behavior is tantamount to putting yourself on fire.

"Who cares?" Nietzsche shrugged.

Volume 1: Chapter 15 Slytherin Dungeon

Compared to the dull and quiet atmosphere of Slytherin, Gryffindor is at the other extreme.

One is extremely restrained and repressed, while the other is extremely extroverted.

After all the wizards had eaten their fill, the main course on the table was replaced by a variety of desserts and fruits, including Hermione's favorite strawberry pudding.

Just as she brought a small bowl of pudding in front of her and was about to start eating, another silver spoon immediately scooped up most of it.

"Don't you Slytherins have your own food?" She turned around, and the words came out of her mouth before she could see clearly behind her.

It was precisely because she knew who it was that her words were so sharp.

"Don't you know a truth about food?" Nietzsche said seriously, looking surprised. "Only what's in other people's bowls is the most delicious... This mentality actually works for me too."

"Are you coming to the light?"

"There are very few black wizards in Slytherin. Among the freshmen, there is only Blaise Zabini..."

Hermione looked in the direction of Slytherin. Well, in a sense, it really couldn't be considered as 'abandoning the dark'.

It’s really strange. A Slytherin actually mixed in with a group of Gryffindors and seemed to be doing well?

The group of little snakes wanted to see how Nietzsche was driven out, but when they saw the two red-haired boys hooking their arms around his shoulders, their brows furrowed tightly.

Can anyone tell them why the Sorting Hat included Nietzsche?

"Draco, what is his background?" A girl with curly hair like an explosion sat next to Malfoy. She had short black hair, a shrill voice, and a very bad attitude.

She pulled the other Slytherin away from Malfoy, but the other didn't dare to complain.

"I don't know. You can have fun with him and ignore me, Pansy." Draco raised his hands innocently and shook them, indicating that he should not care about himself. "Maybe you can make him realize what reality is."

You must have both strength and confidence.

Of course, Malfoy didn't think that the Sorting Hat put him into Slytherin purely because of his past bloodline. On the contrary, people like him felt that they were the real Slytherins.

"Lucien Pol already dislikes him, but Prefect Gemma Farley doesn't want to get involved..."

"That's enough." Draco thought about it and felt something was wrong. "Don't go too far, otherwise it will be too big and Snape will see it."

"In fact, this is all Goyle and Crabbe's attention." Pansy shook her hair disapprovingly, leaned slightly, and rubbed his shoulder, "Let us deal with him."

If possible, she would like to teach that Gryffindor girl a lesson.

"It's always better to be cautious."

Goyle and Crabbe had a feud on the train, but they put up with it because Draco wanted to recruit Nitsche into their group.

And the prefect Lucien Boll felt disgusted when he saw Slytherin running to the Gryffindor table. The grudge between Slytherin and Gryffindor was not comparable to the love-hate relationship between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

But Malfoy didn't care. He just hoped that Nietzsche Holmes could learn a lesson from what was about to happen:

The weak need to find a big tree to provide shade, otherwise, they will be burned to death by the sun.

"Ha, this year's Slytherin freshmen are pretty good." Dumbledore also noticed the little snake that mixed into the lion group and twirled his beard. "Severus, he is much more cheerful than you were back then."

Dumbledore kept nudging him with his elbow, and Snape was getting annoyed.

Yes, Nietzsche was just like his unkempt father, looking down on the out-of-social-society wizards with Muggle arrogance.

When I saw Nietzsche talking and laughing with the girl from Gryffindor, my psychological restlessness became more prominent.

"Humph!"

"Oh, you are really brave. My name is George Weasley, and he is my brother Fred Weasley." Two red-haired boys who looked very similar came around behind Nietzsche.

One of them was arm in arm with Nietzsche's shoulder, and his greasy fingers accidentally brushed Nietzsche's shoulder, while the other took out a few eggs from his trouser pocket and stuffed them into his pocket.

"You are Fred..."

"Huh? You can actually tell the difference?!" Fred was shocked.

Nietzsche pinched his earlobe and said, "There are some differences in your ears, but most people can't notice it... George! I don't have the habit of eating eggs before going to bed at night!"

George's eyebrows danced exaggeratedly, and he looked furtively in the direction of Slytherin and laughed.

"Listen to me, my friend. This is a rotten egg. It is not for eating. You will definitely be punished by those Slytherins when you go back tonight. Just consider this little thing as our reward to the most courageous Slytherin."

Compared to their younger brother, Ron Weasley, George and Fred were not so particular.

If the relationship is good, it is bad. It has little to do with the college.

Fred said quietly, "If the effect is good, remember to contact us next time...5 silver Sik per group, we only charge 10 Knuts for the trip."

Well, Nietzsche got it.

They were running a small business, there was no reason why they shouldn't sell to some Slytherin students.

"Wait, this is just the beginning of the school year, we can't cause any more trouble."

Hermione protected the remaining pudding, growling in warning as Nietzsche's spoon got close to her, and after slapping away his hand for the fourth time when it stretched out from a tricky angle, she waved her hand impatiently to drive him away.

It was as if there was a fly buzzing in front of her.

"In that case, you should go back quickly... I'm fine! Don't get punished on the first day of school. Don't forget that your dean doesn't have a good relationship with Mr. Holmes."

"Hmm... I now somewhat understand Sherlock's father's condolences on Watson's father's marriage."

"I'm not your girlfriend either!" Hermione blushed, ruffled her hair, and said unhappily, "They are not the ordinary people you beat up before."

Huh?

The lions smelled the melon~

Lavender, Parvati and other witches on the side narrowed their eyes. Although they were still tasting the food, their minds had already flown away.

"Also, the Watsons are getting married..." "Grave"

"Their lives have just begun~" "The end is in sight."

"Rebirth!" "The end of the world!"

"A destination." "A bondage."

While Nietzsche and Hermione were having a heated discussion, the people around them had already tried to eat in a quieter manner.

Finally, Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and stuffed a large spoonful of strawberry pudding into her mouth. She knocked on the empty bowl and said with raised eyebrows:

"But these are not the point! The point is... you, Nietzsche, must be rational. I don't want to write a letter telling Mr. and Mrs. Watson that their son was finally bullied at school."

"So you are worried about me?" Nietzsche said as if he had suddenly realized something.

Hermione raised her head to retort, but when she saw his face, she couldn't help laughing. A sudden sense of confidence emerged in her heart, and she became as calm as before.

Even Nietzsche didn't know why, but her aura suddenly overwhelmed him.

"your face..."

"Is there anything dirty?"

"Red." Hermione nodded affirmatively, "You are right... Regarding what I just mentioned, I am indeed worried about you."

The polarity is reversed!

In a duel between masters, victory or defeat is often decided by just a single thought.

Only sincerity can deal with Nietzsche. Although Hermione knows that this will hurt herself eight hundred times, as long as she can hurt the enemy a thousand times, it will be enough to turn the tide of the battle.

"Nietzsche, Slytherin will remember you for doing this. I heard from Neville and Ron that most of those people are very cunning and calculating. I'm worried that you won't win this time like usual."

She hid her hands in her sleeves, squeezing them until they were sweating, but still forced herself to look him in the eye.

When Nietzsche's eyes suddenly began to wander, Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, in his rehearsal, she would not say such words or simply ignore them.

"You're right, I'll go prepare it now..." Nietzsche laughed awkwardly and moved to the Slytherin table without looking back.

But just after turning around and taking a few steps, Hermione's face began to get hot.

"Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?" Parvati Patil asked her with a playful smile.

"Of course not! We are just ordinary friends!!"

"Ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"He and I are not friends! No!" Hermione was overwhelmed by their inquiring gazes. "He and I just knew each other in elementary school."

Parvati wanted to continue asking, but Lavender beside her slowly shook her head at her.

Some things cannot be rushed, they are more interesting if they are discovered slowly.

When Nietzsche returned to the Slytherin table and found an empty seat at the end, the remaining desserts disappeared immediately, and Dumbledore, the headmaster, stood up.

The auditorium gradually became quiet.

“Before tomorrow’s class starts, I need to give the new students a few words of caution:

No student is allowed to enter the school forest area. Other senior students should also pay attention to this point...especially some energetic students in Gryffindor;

Secondly, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also reminded me that it is forbidden to cast magic in the corridors;

Finally, students who do not want to experience pain or tragic death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. I think Hogwarts does not need too many ghosts. These few are enough. "

The four ghosts above the college table all bowed slightly and nodded to show respect to Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Now, let's sing the school song before we go back to the dormitory!"

A row of golden ribbons emerged from the tip of the principal's magic wand, forming lines of lyrics in the air, and Nietzsche enjoyed the inhuman torture:

A group of people sang in their favorite tunes.

Nietzsche's mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Taking this opportunity, Nietzsche quickly looked at the other teachers in the teaching seat.

There was a professor of this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class on it, his head wrapped in a white cloth like a Persian. He avoided looking at each table, and his gaze only stayed on each table for a few seconds.

"Slytherin, follow me."

After the school song ended, a tall, long-haired witch came over.

Nietzsche and the other freshmen followed the prefect, Gemma Farley, down the marble steps to the basement.

Everything around was like a dungeon, always emitting cold and damp, until the prefect walked to a stone wall and said "pure blood", and it cracked into an arch like the Leaky Cauldron.

"The Slytherin common room is behind the dungeons." Pansy said sinisterly, "Welcome to being locked up in Slytherin."

Thank you all for your support (By the way, please do not feed the fox before signing, so you can save it to buy yourself some delicious food)

Volume 1: Chapter 16: The Rorschach Manifesto

The founder of Slytherin is like Snape.

It has a gloomy face all day long and looks at everyone with a cold gaze, just like a real snake. Otherwise, why would the Slytherin common room be behind the castle dungeon?

But apart from the dampness in the corridor, the interior of the lounge is quite nice.

A round, green-glowing lamp was chained to the ceiling, while through the other window one could see the silver light of the moon shining through the Black Lake.

With carved wooden chairs, decorative skulls, and tapestries depicting the adventures of the founder of Slytherin, the entire lounge has a dark, cold tone and a Gothic style.

"Be careful," said Gemma Farley, standing at the door, as Nietzsche walked in and passed her.

At night, the sound of lake water hitting the dungeon windows echoed in the room, and soon, the freshmen, with bloated stomachs and tired hearts, walked into their respective dormitories across separate bridges.

The class leaders also left one after another, leaving only Nietzsche and a few others in the huge common room.

It was Goyle and Crabbe. They grabbed his arms and pressed down on his shoulders. The few scattered snakes hesitated when they saw Nietzsche was surrounded, but were eventually driven away by Lucien Pol.

Although he disliked this freshman, he did not intend to take action. If the dean really knew about it and followed up with an investigation, Malfoy would be fine, but his class leader would definitely be punished.

"Hey! Professor Snape!" Nietzsche suddenly shouted at the other end of the corridor.