Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"It's enough for us that Pettigrew is not dead, Headmaster," Snape said slickly. "You're worried about the life of a traitor who killed dozens of Muggles? Of course, it's not impossible."

His cold eyes, like a hungry poisonous snake, passed over the headmaster's shoulder and stared at the thin Sirius behind him.

But now, the venomous snake has tasted blood, and its taste is called 'revenge'.

"I'm worried about you, Severus. You and I both know that hatred is poison." Dumbledore glanced quickly at Nietzsche who was standing against the wall, and murmured in his heart.

Because Nietzsche did not call them right away, Snape had enough time to "play freely".

But this change puzzled Dumbledore. He couldn't tell whether Nietzsche was just going with the flow or doing it on purpose... But no matter which situation it was, it was extremely dangerous, except that the former's method was more sophisticated than the latter.

In fact, Nietzsche had already understood the resentment that was parasitic on Dean Snape as early as when he saw the Marauder's Map.

Combined with Snape's disgust towards Harry, who had never been exposed to the wizarding world, in their first year, all these clues told him that the four Gryffindor 'marauders' had a grudge against Snape.

Nietzsche just couldn't be sure of the reason for Snape's hatred, but it didn't matter, Peter Pettigrew was his "truth serum".

"Peter, you can't fool your memory." He gently raised his wand and pressed the other person onto the chair.

"No need to say anything more to him!" Snape pressed his wand against the other's temple. "That stupid Potter loved you so much, huh? But you actually killed her! Peter, look into my eyes!!"

Under the pressure on his head, Peter Pettigrew turned his head tremblingly.

At the moment when they looked into each other's eyes, Nietzsche discovered that Dean Snape's eyes were as fascinating as Dumbledore's, and seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, but his eyes were darker and crazier.

she?

It seems that there are other stories between Snape and the Gryffindor Marauders of the past.

"But I...but what can I do? Professor Dumbledore..." Peter Pettigrew gasped as his memory was extracted, "Voldemort threatened me, but I have never been as powerful as you."

He knew very well that he had no chance of escape. After suffering inhuman torture, he could only pin his hope of survival on the respected headmaster of Hogwarts.

"You betrayed Lily and James to Voldemort. If it were me, I would have killed you." Black said with a clenched fist.

"Ha! Haha...what a great Blake..." Peter Pettigrew's brain was searched, causing his whole body to twitch like a stroke patient, his hands atrophied, and his teeth bit his tongue from time to time.

Blood mixed with saliva began to flow out from the corners of his mouth. Professor McGonagall could not bear to watch it any longer and could only temporarily stop the blood from slowly flowing from his body.

The whole scene was similar to what Blake had in his mind, with a group of people gathering at Potter's house.

It's just that Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black have changed a lot in twelve years.

Snape extracted the other party's memory bit by bit, but at the same time, Nietzsche found that the look in his eyes when he looked at Black was even more terrifying... no, it even exceeded the hatred for Peter Pettigrew.

Volume 1: Chapter 197: Slytherin Grudge

The memories that were forcibly pulled out by Snape were projected in the form of holographic images for everyone in the room to see that night at the Potter's house - after comparison, they were found to be completely consistent with Black's memories.

In other words, it was Peter Pettigrew who was the secret keeper at the time.

"Well, I will give Peter and Black, along with these two memories, to Fudge..." said Dumbledore.

"Can I go meet Harry?" Black did not feel happy after clearing his grievances, but instead felt relieved.

"Not yet. At least wait until Peter's trial is over and you are cleared of your criminal status by the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore coaxed, "This way, you can greet him in the best condition."

The news about Black in the newspaper now is that he is a murderer. If Harry goes out now, he will have another unnecessary trouble.

Nietzsche looked at his dean and found that after he used unknown magic to interrogate Peter Pettigrew's head, he was still glaring at Blake with hatred. Obviously, things were far from over.

Or rather... this is just the beginning...

"As a normal person? I don't think so." Snape said gloomily.

"It's all over, Severus." Professor McGonagall looked at him doubtfully, "If you were involved in that stupid incident, it wouldn't have involved..."

"That's the problem! You, you, and you! You are always like this, indulging your own academy and the 'good students' you value without limits. I finally understand... She was killed by you!"

Snape went mad and vented his hatred on everyone in the room except Nietzsche.

The birch wand pointed at Dumbledore, who was protecting Black behind him, and rudely interrupted McGonagall. In the dim light, Nietzsche saw the snake nerves inside the tip of the wand.

"If he hadn't changed his mind at the last minute, she wouldn't have died! Voldemort wouldn't have found their house!" he roared.

"Severus, we didn't know in advance that Peter Pettigrew was an undercover agent lurking in the Order of the Phoenix." Dumbledore frowned and advised patiently, "Black can only be regarded as having good intentions but doing bad things."

"Really? Even though he already knew Peter was a coward?"

Although Blake had always regretted this matter, when Snape brought it up, Nietzsche found that he became inexplicably angry.

He just said: "If the plan succeeds, everyone will only come to me, not to a timid rat hiding in the sewer... He betrayed Potter, it was his mistake!"

"Yes, it's his fault. His mistake was making friends with someone like you."

Snape's humiliation made Black feel ashamed.

Peter Pettigrew, who was unconscious, making "humming" sounds unconsciously, with drooling from the corners of his mouth, was sandwiched between the two of them. He became Snape's weapon and became Black's past that he was most reluctant to mention.

"Admit it, you sinner, it was you who pushed them up there," Snape said through gritted teeth.

"Me? After seeing his brain, you actually feel sympathy for a rat? If it was Remus..."

"It was me who made the potion for Lupin, it was me who endured everything --- endured you, endured Dumbledore's repeated requests, not you!"

After a few seconds, Blake glanced at Nietzsche, and then seemed to have made up his mind.

"Look at yourself... no wonder Lily left you!" he suddenly roared in revenge.

"boom!"

"Iron armor protects the body." "The house collapses and the ground collapses."

But before he could finish, Snape and Dumbledore attacked at the same time. The spell exploded in the office, and the potions on the shelves shattered instantly. The glass shards and potions were swept into the smoke along with a few roars.

Everything happened so suddenly that Nietzsche could only bend down and squat behind the dean's desk. The shock waves generated by the magic made him unable to even raise his head.

At the same time, he also realized how big the gap was between professors and students.

The light flickered in the smoke, which represented something that no one could believe if they told it to others - Dumbledore and Snape had fought.

"Calm down...Severus, don't we feel sad about what happened to Lily?" said Dumbledore.

"He knows exactly what kind of man Pettigrew is!" Snape roared. "The striker is invisible!"

Then, Dumbledore cast some kind of spell, and a silver light whistled in the smoke. Then, Nietzsche saw Snape retreating and hitting the wall...

The noise gradually calmed down, and Nietzsche cautiously popped his head out from behind the table, and found that Peter Pettigrew was gone, and there were several deep scratches where Sirius had just stood.

Snape was breathing heavily, straining against the armrests of his chair.

In fact, Nietzsche really wanted to ask who that 'Lily' was, but considering the dean's crazy behavior just now, he decided to restrain himself.

"Professor? What did you see in Peter Pettigrew's mind?"

But Snape sat in the chair, just shaking his head, holding his head helplessly with his hands, grabbing his scalp with his ten fingers, and lowering his head, letting the greasy hair cover his face.

Nietzsche opened his mouth, but in the end did not say anything to interrupt.

"Reparo (repair as before)." He took action to close the cracks in the office.

After a long moment, Snape finally uttered a hoarse sound.

"Peter Pettigrew... How could they try to understand a coward, huh... Knowing what kind of character he is, they still do this, just because of the so-called 'trust', Gryffindor?"

"Because of their boring trust trick, Voldemort took advantage of it."

Snape seemed to be talking to himself, and Nietzsche had to move closer to hear what the dean was saying.

Obviously, the dean felt that Black's part of the responsibility was far greater than Pettigrew's - Peter was Black's friend, and he did this even though he knew who the other person was.

"You're right..." Snape raised his face in a trance.

Nietzsche had never seen the Slytherin Headmaster like this. The face that was once filled with coldness and disgust was now very confused. After his great revenge, he did not feel any happiness, but was filled with emptiness.

“Trust, love, honesty, honor…Everyone is playing that game, if only we could be a little more broad-minded, just a little bit.”

This way, nothing will happen.

"What did you see?" Nietzsche asked again softly, feeling sorry for the medicine flowing on the ground.

"I saw Peter's life, Sherlock Holmes, the life of a mouse." Snape's eyes became dull between breaths, and his tone was terrifyingly calm, "He was afraid that Voldemort would kill him and his mother..."

"So Voldemort and the Death Eaters threatened him with his family?"

Snape ignored him and continued to talk about everything he had seen in his mind:

"I saw a person who had no power, was generally disliked by professors, and was laughed at by friends. Of course, he didn't dare to resist Voldemort. I saw a poor guy who was forced to move forward, and no one was willing to let him make a choice."

"Everyone is immersed in a bubble of illusion, thinking that they can become heroes... The wizarding world is rotten, rotten! You are right."

Nietzsche was in a complicated mood. He didn't expect that the first person in the whole school to understand his ideas would be Snape.

Looking at the Dean's slightly trembling lips, he didn't know whether the ridicule was directed at himself.

"Black and Potter have families with profound backgrounds behind them, Lupin has Dumbledore behind him, and Sherlock Holmes... What do those ordinary wizards who are swept away by the times have behind them?" Snape asked in a lost voice.

"We are here, Professor," Nietzsche said with relief.

Volume 1: Chapter 198: Humble Lupin

After dealing with the affairs of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, the two of them were hidden by Dumbledore in a place no one knew.

Harry Potter, on the other hand, seemed to be heartless, carrying a Firebolt with him every day and rushing to the Quidditch field whenever he had nothing to do... Sometimes when Malfoy saw him, he would look at him a few more times, perhaps thinking about the wealth he once had.

Although the news about him has died down, the students are not relieved, especially the third graders, for whom the homework this year is twice as much as last year!

Even Nietzsche spent the entire Easter holiday catching up on his homework.

"Have you thought it through?" Hermione took time to discuss white magic between doing homework and reading. "I've already told you the core of the Patronus Charm. Do you understand? You have to look directly into your heart first..."

"I know, but there are only so many things that can leave me with some impression!" Nietzsche concentrated on dealing with the basilisk's scales.

He was honest enough with himself. During the Easter holiday, he searched his mind and was sure that apart from the complicated ideals and theoretical knowledge, the only thing that could be called exciting was this:

Cat-like Hermione in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.

Unfortunately, that fleeting excitement only made the tip of his staff light up for a moment.

But the Patronus Spell cannot be forced, and it cannot be achieved by practicing more, so Nietzsche simply put aside white magic for the time being and shifted his focus to alchemy.

"It's okay. Next time you encounter a Dementor, remember to stand behind me." Hermione patted his shoulder helplessly and deliberately provoked him.

If she were a cat, her tail would be up by now.

The one who changed the most was Snape. Ever since he and Dumbledore had a fight over Black, his mind had long been wandering elsewhere. Every time he was in class, he would read the textbook stiffly and would not even cause trouble for Gryffindor.

Strangely enough, the Gryffindors, who were suddenly not troubled by Snape, were still a little uncomfortable...

"Could he have been possessed by Professor Binns?" Seamus couldn't help but gossip.

His voice was not small, but Snape surprisingly ignored it and just mechanically read the contents of the textbook without even bothering to blink.

To be honest, this was the most boring Potions class they had ever taken. Rather than having a dull teaching session that was like chanting a spell, all the Slytherins and Gryffindors would rather have Snape curse at them or even sneer at them.

At this time, Neville's cauldron exploded.

Everyone watched Snape excitedly as he walked forward step by step... It's coming...

However, he just waved his wand silently and cleaned up the messy table without even frowning. The whole process took no more than half a minute. Then he immediately turned around and continued reading.

"It's over." Neville said disappointedly, "Snape must think I'm hopeless. Normally he would definitely scold me for doing something wrong."

"Forget it, it would be nice if I could just make him shut up."

Ron sighed, not sure if it was because of his friends or because of the Potions class.

As soon as the bell rang, the others immediately walked out of the classroom with their backpacks on their backs, full of suspicion.

Nietzsche was also planning to leave, but Hermione held him tightly, but Snape didn't seem to care why the two of them stayed in the classroom after class. He just threw his books away and went to the potion storage room to sort them out.

At this time, the most unexpected person came to the Potions classroom-Professor Lupin.

"Severus..." He looked at the two men sitting between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables.

Because the two of them were sitting on the dividing line between the two colleges, Gryffindor was on Hermione's left and Slytherin was on Nietzsche's right, so it seemed very strange to Lupin.

After being in school for so long, Lupin's body is no longer as thin as before, but he just looks like a human being.

Nietzsche watched him stand at the door with his head down, looking out for a long time before he walked to the door of the storage room, leaning against the wall...presumably he needed potion again.

But Hermione suddenly tensed her muscles and looked at them nervously, and he thought she was going to attack the professor.

"Did you forget this month's potion..." Lupin said gently.