Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Seeing Nietzsche questioning the cat, Smaug took a slight step forward and squatted behind him, looking down at Crookshanks from above the forest, as if declaring his victory in this way.

Crookshanks barked twice and patted the floor with his paw, then he moved around and fished out a spider's claw and a bald mouse from a pile of ashes.

I don't know if Peter Pettigrew is dead or how he died...

"You accidentally ran into the Acromantula's territory while chasing it?"

"Meow!"

"But Smaug? Then why did you burn this place like this?"

Crookshanks picked up the ignorant mouse and climbed up Nietzsche's calf with his nimble limbs. At this time, the fire dragon Smaug would rudely pull it off his claws and bounce it onto the wall.

Apparently, because Crookshanks always likes to run to him and stay on him, he would have some other scent on him...?

"You think I was caught by the Acromantula?"

"roar~"

Although the Norwegian Ridgeback looks ferocious at first glance, after watching it for a long time, you will find that its movements are always a bit silly.

But that's not all. It stood on its front legs, opened its wings with spikes on its back, blocked the passage of the cave, pointed at Nietzsche with its paws, and then gestured to the Persian cat with knuckle blood.

Smaug: Is the reason you don't come to see me because you have a new cat?

But Crookshanks probably didn't sense any danger from it and just yawned lazily.

"Well..." Nietzsche rubbed his hands and lied hesitantly, "How can it replace you? You are the first fire dragon I raised who defeated the basilisk! So strong and... so beautiful..."

In fact, an angry Smaug can sometimes be more difficult to deal with than an angry Hermione.

He took a few steps forward, came close to her head resting on her paws and said, "I raised you with my own hands, and most of the time I ignored this male cat!"

Smaug glanced at him suspiciously, as if the praise was making him feel flattered.

Of course, how could this -- male -- cat compare to her?

Crookshanks rolled his eyes: As expected, Hermione and Granger love it more.

Volume 1: Chapter 195: Snape's Lucky Day

When Crookshanks was chasing the mouse Scabbers, they unfortunately fell into the web of a giant eight-eyed spider. After they were dragged away, they were discovered by Smaug who was in a bad mood.

As a Norwegian Ridgeback that was taught strict hunting skills by the centaurs, it was a simple matter for it to find prey by smell.

So this was the camp of the children of Aragog, and as they were laying out the day's catch, preparing to share, the dragon came.

That's what happened. After it cleaned up the place, it found that there was no Nietzsche, but only a Persian cat!

Smaug: Crookshanks would be better off dead.

"Poor Aragog..." Hagrid walked behind the dragon, looking at Nietzsche riding on the dragon's back with envy, "I won it from someone else in the first place, but now, I'm following someone else?!"

"The eight-eyed giant spider was originally a creature invented by you wizards." Ronan had no sympathy for the giant spider's experience, and he didn't want to share his joys and sorrows. "Ruber, this is all natural..."

"I am also a part of nature!" the half-giant roared at him.

"...choice."

Ronan waited for him to vent his inner grievances, then slowly continued to finish what he was saying.

The mouse Scabbers is now in Hagrid's hands, because Nietzsche finds that his breath is getting weaker and weaker, and he doesn't know if he is pretending.

"It's dying." Hagrid held the rat's tail and observed it for a while before saying, "Oh... Ron will definitely hate me. His pet rat has only been here for a few days and it's about to die."

No, Ron might just sigh at most... Nietzsche complained in his heart.

But Peter Pettigrew couldn't die, at least not yet.

"There's a bite on its butt. I'm not sure if it was from an acromantula," Hagrid said. "But if it was from a giant spider, an ordinary animal wouldn't survive until the next day."

"But Banban has lived in the Weasley family for more than ten years. Maybe he is lucky." Nietzsche said, lying on a black jade-like spine.

But Crookshanks did not have such good treatment. As Nietzsche's pet, it could only jump back and forth on the branches nearby. Moreover, Smaug would glance at Crookshanks out of the corner of his eye and wag his tail from time to time.

They walked all the way from Aragog's lair to the edge of the Forbidden Forest before stopping.

"If he's been poisoned, you might need to ask Snape for help."

"Why not you? He is your head of house." Hagrid was a little reluctant. After all, he didn't like Snape at all.

But this matter is not that simple.

"Do you think I can leave now?" Nietzsche stroked the smooth back, lowered his head, and looked at Hagrid helplessly, "If I leave now, I will never have the chance to climb up for the rest of my life."

"Really?!" Hagrid said with a look of joy.

"Just because I can't doesn't mean you can..." he said with a dark face.

But what made Hagrid even more sad was that he was pushed by Smaug's tail. This almost cut off Hagrid's last thought. He picked up the mouse Scabbers and left this sad place.

He got the fire dragon, but it doesn't belong to him.

The centaur was his friend, but now he no longer belongs to him.

While Nietzsche was accompanying the dragon, Hagrid put the dying mouse in his pocket and went to the basement alone. He stood at the door of the dark office, swallowed and muttered to himself.

'Severus, I'd like to ask you... No, I'm not that close to him... Professor Snape? Yes, that's a good one.' He was rehearsing the conversation in his mind.

But at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Hagrid, who was in a daze, was hit on the nose.

"Little bastard..."

Because the first person he saw was Draco Malfoy, he subconsciously cursed out loud what was in his mind, but this time the other party did not curse back, as if he did not hear it, and just ran away with red eyes.

Then Hagrid saw the hands that pushed open the door, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Don't worry, Hagrid." Snape looked at him levelly, and could only see his chest. "I can understand what a half-blood giant who was abandoned since childhood would say."

The slight apology that had just risen in Hagrid's heart disappeared immediately.

"Help me, it's dying." He took the mouse out of his arms and stretched out his hand blankly.

"In that case, I only have one suggestion..." Snape's eyes twitched and he took a few steps back.

"What advice?"

"Go to the Forbidden Forest... catch a few more damn rats for your stinking Care of Magical Creatures class!" Snape gritted his teeth, his voice gradually getting louder, "Or go to your omnipotent Dumbledore!"

What did he think was going on? It turned out that the reason this stupid giant was looking for him was just to resurrect a mouse?

This is an insult!

Hagrid grabbed the door frame with his other hand, took a few deep breaths and continued, "This is Ron's pet. It was originally placed with me, but it slipped out and was accidentally bitten by an eight-eyed giant spider..."

"Weasley's rat?" Snape asked, as he was about to take out his wand.

"Nietzsche said that only you can make this antidote."

Snape liked this very much - only him, of course. Was there a second Potions Master at Hogwarts?

Then he frowned and let Hagrid in and put the mouse on his table. Logically, unless the poison was stopped from spreading by other means at the moment of poisoning, it would die on the spot within a few minutes.

"You have a really stupid brain..." Snape sneered, "You can leave now, and ask Nietzsche to come over when the time comes."

"Yeah, yeah, I can't make the antidote~" Hagrid nodded impatiently and left the basement without looking back.

However, he was not laughing at Hagrid's inability to make potions, but at Hagrid's lack of knowledge about the venom of the Acromantula.

After hearing the footsteps disappear, Snape hesitated for a moment, but still drew out his wand, tied up the mouse's limbs with the transformed snake-shaped rope, and pulled it into the air.

Then another blue light spurted out from the wand, and in an instant, the rat covered with white ash began to twist from the head, followed by the limbs and torso.

Not long after, a short, fat man who had fainted appeared.

"Petiger...Peter..." Snape took a bottle of sobering agent from the shelf and poured it into the other's mouth.

Now he could no longer suppress his excitement.

The effect of the potion was very quick, and Peter woke up soon. He vaguely saw Snape's twisted, malicious smile. He couldn't help but tremble and ran in the air like a mouse.

But Snape poured himself a glass of wine and watched the scene with interest.

"You were poisoned by an Acromanthus giant spider... But before that, you must have used magic to stop the poison from spreading, right?" He said slowly, "So, the venom of an Acromanthus giant spider is only suitable for synthesizing poison."

But Peter was in no mood to listen to Snape's lecture here.

He was avoiding death, so he instinctively sought all the help he could get around him.

"help me..."

"Of course... Of course I will save him, but before Nietzsche comes..."

Snape shook his wrist and cut a wound on his hip. Black blood mixed with the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider flowed out of his body and fell drop by drop into the bottle below.

Normally, the injured person would become so weak that he would faint after being bled.

But Peter couldn't. He had been fed a whole bottle of sobering agent in advance and could only be in a 'semi-comatose' state. He knew what he was going through and could clearly hear the sound of blood dripping.

This torture made Peter Pettigrew burst into tears after a while.

"Please, don't kill me." The muscles in his limbs twitched with fear, "Severus? Please... I didn't mean to hurt you..."

But Snape acted as if he hadn't heard it. He pulled out a chair and sat in front of Pettigrew.

"You won't die, and I won't let you die, but I will at least collect the interest owed for the past twelve years...from each of you."

Volume 1: Chapter 196 The Miserable Mouse

As soon as Nietzsche opened the door of his office, he smelled a strong smell of blood. The dim room seemed like Peter Pettigrew's hell - he was hung in the air and bled like a pig.

If you get closer, you can see dozens of cuts of the same depth on his body. He looks like an umbrella with a hole in it, leaking water onto the ground.

"Professor, you are not going to kill him, are you?"

Nietzsche knocked on the door, waking up Dean Snape who was dozing in his chair.

Wow, he slept so soundly.

He rubbed his eyes, stood up, and gently patted Peter Pettigrew's pale and stiff face. Then Nietzsche saw the other party groaning faintly. Snape crossed his arms and raised his chin.

"Isn't he still alive?" - This is what the dean said.

"Bloodletting was the most common treatment method used by wizards and Muggles in ancient times before the antidote was invented." He said softly, "At least it won't cause him to lose too much blood, so just think of it as a way to lose weight."

The snake-like rope retracted, causing Peter Pettigrew to fall.

Although he was still conscious, listening to the dripping sound of his own blood for a long time had already caused his spirit to collapse.

Peter tried to stand up, but his lower body seemed to be paralyzed and he had no strength at all.

"I'm not the murderer... kid, you've wronged me..." Peter Pettigrew slumped on the cold ground, grabbing Nietzsche's shoes with his fat, short hands that were missing a finger.

If an ordinary student saw such a miserable person, he would feel a little pity.

But Nietzsche didn't. He kicked hard and made Pettigrew roll over. He had no sympathy for the man who had lived in shame for twelve years. In his eyes, the other party was just a tool.

Even the last bit of Peter's desire to escape from school was suppressed by Nietzsche through psychological suggestion.

"It's hard for me to trust someone who has been hiding behind an Animagus for twelve years."

"No! That's because Black and his minions want to kill me!" Peter cried like a baby, making a creepy sound, "Please... please, Severus, don't torture me..."

When he heard the footsteps getting closer, he curled up and shook like a sieve.

"It seems that you have tortured him a lot." Nietzsche bit a licorice wand and said lightly.

"Humph... I'd rather that person be Black." Snape's eyes shone with madness, and he was already trying his best to control himself and not lose his last bit of sanity. "Peter! I really want to kill you with my own hands!"

Following Nietzsche in were Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Sirius Black.

They were all shocked by the crazy Snape. Even Black, who always liked to argue with him, instinctively shut his mouth and said nothing after seeing the miserable condition of Peter Pettigrew.

Because the Dean looked like a true stereotypical Slytherin - crazy, vicious, bloody and cruel.

"He's actually still alive." Professor McGonagall exclaimed, then turned around and said, "By the way, does Weasley know about this?"

"Based on whether it would leave a shadow on Ron's heart and the impact on Mr. Weasley, I kept them away from the center of the incident." Nietzsche responded calmly, "They will only know the truth of twelve years ago."

Just knowing this is enough...

"Very good." Mag nodded.

On the other side, Dumbledore looked reluctant. He looked at Snape and sighed: "Severus?"