Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"No more." Snape didn't even turn his head.

The decisive refusal made Lupin stunned for a moment, and then he sighed. When he turned his head, Nietzsche and Hermione immediately lowered their heads, pretending to be practicing making potions for the final exam.

It is known that Snape has a bad relationship with Potter, Lupin, Black and Peter, and there is a "she" among them.

"Really? After you've been making potions for me for several months, suddenly there's none today?"

"Yes, that's right."

"why?"

Lupin's tone of voice was very calm when he asked, not at all like someone who needed potions to treat an illness.

"Because I don't want to do it for you anymore." Snape put down the work in his hands, and his dark eyes like dead water suddenly looked at him with hatred. "I've had enough of all of you, Lupin, why don't you go and bother Dumbledore again?"

"Professor Dumbledore has done enough for me."

"Yes, he has made you a professor anyway, so this one thing doesn't matter...right?" Snape pressed on, "Let him make potions for you, or he forces me to make potions for you."

His words were so harsh that even Hermione, who was lowering her head, could not bear it.

The same is true of Lupin, who, like Hagrid, cannot stand others insulting Dumbledore.

"I would never force anyone like this!" Lupin, who was always gentle, could only break down in front of Snape. He staggered back a few steps and his face turned cold. "Severus, I won't force you if you don't want to."

"Hehe... force me..."

Lupin left quickly, and the sound of cabinets being opened and closed could be heard again in the classroom.

Hermione didn't put out the fire under the cauldron until Snape came out of the storage room with a pile of moonstones. She looked at the professor, whose mouth kept moving as if he was chewing snacks.

After a long time, she whispered, "Professor Lupin is a werewolf...right?"

Nietzsche turned his head and looked at her, somewhat surprised, but also understandable.

"I checked the lunar cycle. Professor Lupin is weak during the full moon every month. Nietzsche said that your relationship with him is a bit... and every time you substitute for a class, you assign a paper about werewolves."

So Snape gave Nietzsche a glare because he was talkative.

Seeing that the professor did not refute, Hermione acquiesced and continued, "But what really makes me sure is the moonstone and morning dew. I haven't found any potion in the book that would require such a large amount of a moderator."

"Yes, only the Wolfsbane Potion requires so much, but now..."

In front of them, Snape used magic to grind the moonstone into powder, and poured it into the pool together with the morning dew. He stared at the moonstone powder that was as beautiful as pearl powder, and suddenly felt happy in his heart.

No wonder Hermione reacted so strongly when the professor turned his back to Lupin just now.

In her and Nietzsche's eyes, even though Snape's personality was not as good as the other's, at least they had met in the Potions classroom for three years, so there was no need to say much about trust.

"But if he doesn't have the wolfsbane potion, what will he do when the full moon comes this month?" Hermione looked at the pool worriedly.

Nietzsche couldn't tell for a moment whether she felt sorry for Lupin or for the wasted raw materials for the potion.

"What does it have to do with me?" Snape's indifferent look was chilling. "Anyway, it was Dumbledore who hired him, and I have been helping him. To use Mr. Holmes' words - I have been someone else's slave."

In other words, his help was not out of his own will.

"What if Headmaster Dumbledore comes to you about this?" Nietzsche reminded, "He was with them when he was young..."

"Will Dumbledore kill me for not making potions?"

Nietzsche shook his head. How could this be possible?

"So what if you come to me? The fact that I didn't ask Lupin to pay for the previous potions is already enough of a courtesy." Snape straightened his back and turned back to point at him as a warning, indicating that he should not say any more.

Hermione looked at them blankly, still in shock.

'who are they?

Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape had a fight?

Wait, did she miss something?!

Volume 1: Chapter 199: Fudge's Visit

The first weekend after Easter saw two major events - the Quidditch final and a visit from the Ministry of Magic.

That morning, when the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams entered the Great Hall, all the students who enjoyed Quidditch stood up and applauded, and Nietzsche could see Warrington and Harry standing at the front of their respective teams.

The two of them smiled at each other, then Harry stepped back and Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor captain, shook hands with Warrington.

"This is the final between Gryffindor and Slytherin..."

"Harry will win!"

"Is that a Firebolt? Is it too late for me to change it now?"

The entire hall was filled with red, yellow, black and green, but there were slightly more Hufflepuffs supporting Slytherin. As for why, it depended on how much Warrington had helped Cedric.

In addition to those who were about to compete, there were also several wizards wearing Ministry of Magic guard cloaks standing at the door.

"Look at their badges. They must be from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Percy stood at the door with Penelope, and as the president of the student union, he greeted the people who were about to come in. "My father is affiliated with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Nietzsche walked between them and glanced at the couple strangely: Percy, you are really good, showing others these things.

Penelope on the side was just forcing a smile. Obviously, as a young girl, she was not very interested in these things. Instead, she always turned her head to look at the Firebolt in Harry's hand when Percy wasn't paying attention.

When her eyes met Nietzsche and Hermione, she raised her index finger to signal them not to say anything.

"Penelope~Who do you think is coming? Oh, and check if my tie is crooked."

"No."

Just as they were enjoying their German sausages, there was some movement at the door. The first person to come in was Professor Grendel, who rushed to Hermione and Nietzsche in a hurry.

Then, Fudge in a plaid suit and Dumbledore wearing the Wizengamot badge appeared at the gate.

"Do you want to go and receive our Minister?" Grindelwald squatted between the two of them.

"No!" Hermione bit her answer.

"Actually... if you can get in touch with it earlier, it will be good for you. After all, you are not like Nico Flamel, a wizard who sits at home all day and does magic."

“Why can’t Nietzsche go?”

Nietzsche sneezed and almost got a grilled sausage stuck up his nostril.

"You obviously need to learn how to deal with stupid things more than he does." Grindelwald said unscrupulously, "Look at him, he talks nonsense when he meets stupid people. Hermione, you need to learn more than just magic."

Is that true? Is that true?

Who does this make him out to be?...

Percy at the door became very serious when he saw Minister Fudge coming, and his cautious and respectful look made the other party very happy. However, Umbridge behind the minister looked at the person in front of her very critically.

Nietzsche hadn't originally intended to go to the Quidditch field, but due to pressure from the professor, he was forced to watch the Quidditch match with Hermione, and with Fudge.

The sky that day was an egg white color. Perhaps because of the minister's arrival, the Dementors around were cleared away.

The noisy voices rolled up one after another, with Gryffindor and Slytherin supporters each accounting for half. Even Snape wore a green decorative hat with a silver snake printed on it.

"Both sides come on the court!" Commentator Lee Jordan is already in position. He deliberately makes his throat hoarse and always draws out the last syllable when speaking.

Fudge was sitting in the top seat, observing the players from each team, and was completely unaware that Nietzsche and Hermione had come to either side of him.

"Thank you for your hard work?" Nietzsche once again showed his unique acting talent and instantly put on a bright smile on his face. "Minister Fudge, you came at the right time this time. You can even watch the final."

"Yes... yes."

Although it was not yet summer, he was already sweating profusely and turned his head to look for his deputy.

Umbridge, the minister's deputy, had just finished scolding a few students who were running around and discovered that their seats were occupied by Hermione. She also discovered that she and another young wizard were chatting with the minister. How could this be possible?

Where is the dignity of the minister?

Up is up, down is down, this is a mess!

She was about to step forward to teach Hermione a lesson, but was held down by a skinny hand... No matter how she struggled, it was useless because the magic had already locked onto her.

"Ms. Umbridge, you may take my seat, if you do not mind," said Grindelwald.

"Who are you? I'm the Deputy Minister for Magic, so I'm supposed to..."

"I said, I - allow - you to sit in my seat." Grindelwald twisted her arm like a weird old man and dragged her to the teacher's seat, "Please?"

Umbridge was about to get angry, but as soon as she looked at him, she suddenly agreed in a daze.

Nietzsche looked back at the old professor who nodded quietly. Obviously, everything was arranged.

"But I heard that the Ministry of Magic was attacked recently," Hermione said, picking on the bad stuff.

The implication is: You have lost your home, but you are still here watching the game!

"The Ministry of Magic is still investigating this matter. You have to trust our judgment..." Fudge lost his temper as soon as he heard her suddenly mention this, and his interest in watching the game declined a little.

But in fact, Hermione was not stupid enough to deliberately make him unhappy.

She cleared her throat, narrowed her eyes at Nietzsche, then opened her arms and let Crookshanks, who was walking through the crowd, jump onto her knees.

"Of course, the minister can't be busy every day, because this matter has ruined his body, so he still needs to relax appropriately." Nietzsche said in accordance with his wishes, "Clues are always revealed to us inadvertently."

"Ah...yes! That's right, that's what I thought!" Fudge shouted happily.

This is the cooperation between Nietzsche and Hermione - they use psychological errors to ensure that Fudge can get closer to at least one of them.

Starting off by praising someone is called Percy-style flattery. There is an opposition party and a neutral party in the British House of Lords.

"Clues always like to be hidden. Sometimes, if you go out for a walk, you can find something different." Fudge leaned towards him inadvertently. "Some people in the Ministry believe that Black is related to the Purgers."

He chuckled, then shook his head and raised the telescope again.

At this time, the game had already started. Gryffindor scored a goal and was leading by ten points. In this noisy environment, Fudge also stood up excitedly and waved his fist.

"Then do you know who the Purgers are related to?" Nietzsche asked.

"I don't know, maybe..."

Fudge was about to speak, but was interrupted by him: "But I do know someone - James Moriarty."

"Who?"

"You could call him 'the Muggle who knew wizards existed'."

Fudge dropped the telescope in an instant. He didn't expect that the clues would come so quickly after going out.

(The fox speeds up the plot. After dealing with Sirius, the fox wants Snape and Lupin to explode. Haha!)

Volume 1: Chapter 200: The Prime Minister's Friend

Fudge gradually discovered that Nietzsche was not that annoying as long as he did not help the Muggles against the Ministry of Magic.

Who doesn't like talking to a humble and polite little wizard? Not to mention, he doesn't have to be afraid of Nietzsche as much as he is afraid of Dumbledore... He's just a student, no matter how talented he is, he can never take away his position as minister.

In this wonderful Quidditch final, Nietzsche and Hermione spoke in unison about Peter Pettigrew.

"Tsk tsk, Potter actually has a Firebolt... So Sirius Black was wrongly accused?" Fudge smacked his lips and said unhappily, "After you caught Black, you didn't even inform us immediately."

He knew that every time he came to Hogwarts, something bad was going to happen.

Even if Fudge could capture Peter Pettigrew this time, the group of wizards under him might not be so satisfied. They would definitely publicize his incompetence - for the sake of political achievements, they would not hesitate to capture an innocent person to take credit.

Now he was floating in the air and could be smashed to pieces at any moment...

But who was sitting next to Fudge? The first wizard to master the Levitation Charm to the point where it was comparable to the Dark Arts.

"Don't worry. As the Chairman of the Wizengamot at the time, didn't Headmaster Dumbledore also acquiesce to the Ministry of Magic's actions?" Nietzsche caught him steadily.

"Yeah, that's right..."

At this moment, Harry caught the Golden Snitch and won the Quidditch Championship. However, Fudge just followed the crowd and clapped softly and woodenly.

He frowned and looked at Nietzsche several times.

In fact, what surprised Fudge was that he thought that an outstanding student like Nietzsche would be a member of Dumbledore's group.

But considering Slytherin's background, it seems to make sense.

"What do you mean..." Fudge bent down and asked softly.

"Isn't this simple? Mr. Minister, you just need to show everyone's vote at the time." Nietzsche reminded.

The occurrence of Black's wrongful conviction was not only due to the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic. As the Chairman of the Wizengamot at the time, Dumbledore had the power to propose a retrial of the case, but he did not. He simply acquiesced in Fudge leading the Department of Enforcement to arrest the other party.

So, strictly speaking, Fudge did nothing wrong.