Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The sales of The Daily Prophet exceeded 20,000, and every wizard in Britain had a copy.

Professor Lupin also saw the news. He was sitting in the guest of honor seat during lunch and didn't even eat a few bites of food. He was reading this news that subverted his cognition.

It's just that his body was weaker, and some of his fingernails were turned outwards, so when he greeted students, he would always put his hands in his sleeves first, but when he saw Snape, he would still give him a gentle smile.

"Nietzsche, do you still remember the production sequence of the wolfsbane potion?" Hermione asked at the entrance of the Great Hall, "Don't worry, I can debug it before the full moon..."

Although she didn't know the amount of moonstone, morning dew, aconite (wolfsbane) and other materials, she could try slowly based on Gobarot's Three Laws.

"Are you sure you want to be hated by Snape?"

"Don't be silly, Professor Snape only said that he couldn't make it, he didn't say we couldn't... he just showed it to you on purpose, do you understand? We didn't stop the professor's choice." Hermione glanced at the guest of honor seat.

In fact, Professor Lupin has always been the most innocent.

Nietzsche couldn't refute her. Seeing how stubborn she was, he could only write down the operating procedures and the proportions of certain materials that he remembered in his notebook. Black was very good at judging people - as long as Hermione intervened, the success of the potion was only a matter of time.

While debugging the wolfsbane potion, Lupin still maintained his usual style. He was still so humorous during class, as if the wolfsbane had no effect on him.

But in the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class before the final exam, the professor announced something important.

"I plan to resign." He looked at the Slytherin students who were practicing counter-spells and suddenly said in the second half of the class.

But the professor didn't seem that disappointed. On the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Nietzsche could understand that after losing the palliative to suppress wolfsbane, Professor Lupin needed to restrain his werewolf bloodthirsty instincts when among people, while maintaining a normal life and appearance.

This was extremely tiring, as his life before this had been simply one of wandering.

"Why?" "Aren't you a good teacher?"

The Slytherins were all confused by the professor's sudden announcement.

Only Malfoy was sneering. Ever since his father's accident, he had become more interested in laughing at other people's jokes.

"I'm just a little tired." Lupin said with a smile, "It has nothing to do with anyone, it's just my own problem... I... I want to rest for a while. Well, think about it on the bright side. Aren't your professors better than each other?"

He made a joke and praised himself at the same time.

This is true. The first year is Voldemort. Although the second year is a show-off, he is at least a human being. And the third year has two qualified professors.

By the fourth grade, they couldn't even think about it.

This news was told to every college when he and Grindelwald taught. In just two or three days, everyone knew about it and everyone felt sorry for him.

Finally, Hermione collected some herbs from the centaur tribe, and referring to the moon phase table in the Room of Requirement, she used the materials to make a small bottle of wolfsbane potion before the full moon.

She pulled Nietzsche and ran towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom without stopping.

"Please... ahem, please come in..." Professor Lupin's hoarse throat would hurt if he raised his voice a little.

But as soon as Nietzsche pushed open the door, he froze in place. He saw Voldemort standing in front of Professor Lupin, his wand pointing at his crown, his scarlet eyes emitting cruelty, and he turned his head to look at the two people who had just entered.

what?

When did Voldemort come to Hogwarts?

"Funny!"

Professor Lupin immediately drew out his wand, turned Voldemort into a round moon, and stuffed it into the drawer with great effort.

"Don't worry, it's just a Boggart." He smiled at Nietzsche, "Don't blow up the office. I went to great lengths to catch these things from the Forbidden Forest for your final exams."

Hermione and Nietzsche breathed a sigh of relief and finally felt relieved.

The office was like a breeding farm, with iron cages holding people in red hats and water tanks with lids...all of them were the dark creatures they had known before.

"But we also learned about werewolves~" Nietzsche pretended to know nothing, looked around, and said curiously.

Lupin: If you can't speak, don't speak.

Seeing the professor's smile gradually solidify and disappear, Hermione stepped on Nietzsche and quickly took out a small bottle from her pocket. It looked like the small bottle of whiskey commonly seen in convenience stores.

Professor Lupin was stunned for a moment, took the bottle in surprise, and couldn't help sniffing it in front of the students.

"Severus's?"

"It's us!" Nietzsche clicked his tongue, "but most of the credit goes to Hermione."

The first thing he said was the dean, but Professor Lupin was the most wishful thinker.

"So... you know?" Lupin looked at Hermione. Taking in her complicated look, the experienced professor immediately understood what was going on, and smiled bitterly.

Hermione nodded and avoided the topic of identity: "You don't have to worry about these things now. Although I'm not skilled enough, I can barely make this soothing agent now."

Sadly, there is no antidote for wolfsbane.

There was also a daily newspaper neatly spread out on the desk with neat folds on it, and it looked like he was always taking it out to read repeatedly. This showed that Professor Lupin was extremely careful with things and was reluctant to break anything.

"Although it's not as perfect as Severus's, it's already very good for students..." Lupin's eyes sparkled with joy after taking a small bite.

Apparently, this works.

Hermione was also happy that she was able to save a professor from his predicament.

"Then you can stay and continue teaching next year, so Headmaster Dumbledore won't have to worry about you... uh... losing control?" She approached the injured lone wolf cautiously like a cat.

From a student's perspective, Nietzsche did not think that Lupin was derelict in his duty. Rather, he was almost the most competent one.

As long as it can be effectively controlled, there is nothing wrong with staying.

"Hmm? Sorry." Lupin put his hands in his pockets awkwardly. "I may not continue to serve... It's not because of Professor Dumbledore, I applied for it myself... Granger, Holmes, you are very smart."

"But...why?"

"Oh, how should I put it? It's probably because of some stupid things I did in the past." Lupin licked the bitter potion on his lips. "I can understand Severus. He must have put a lot of effort into letting people know that I'm a werewolf."

Not only did he assign werewolves as homework, but he also used werewolves as examples in Potions class in a veiled way.

But he continued, "I don't blame him, really... I've been thinking about whether I've never thought about the irreversible impact I've brought to other people. I didn't know it before, but now I can at least stop it in advance."

Lupin's words made Nietzsche's thoughts jump to Hermione, who had once said the same thing about herself.

"But you didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm not wrong, but he's not wrong either. Think about it, kid. If I keep doing this, one day people will know I'm a werewolf. What if a student plays a bad joke on me on that day?"

He had a point, and it had happened before.

A joke can fill one person with hatred and make another person live a lifetime with inferiority and self-blame.

Hermione's silence made Lupin realize something. He knew that the two little ones must have heard something.

"Severus told you, didn't he? The impact of the festival in our school days on us... We were so stupid back then, we always thought we were playing the role of a savior who defeated the dark wizard..."

"Forget it. I just happened to have some time to go look for old friends." He glanced at the head portrait in the newspaper.

Lupin asked the two to leave the office. He had no unhappiness. Leaving was his own choice, just as Snape had no obligation to continue preparing potions for him.

On the way back, Hermione was acting abnormally and she never stopped talking.

"Do you think Professor Snape will be happy?"

"From what I understand, it shouldn't be."

"Why? He has already succeeded."

Hermione couldn't understand - didn't Professor Snape stop the supply of wolfsbane potion just to avenge the incident that year so that Professor Lupin would resign voluntarily or be forced to resign?

If it were her, she would definitely be very happy to see the enemy who bullied her in the past become frustrated.

No matter what others think, when Nietzsche beat people up in elementary school, at least she was smiling but felt very violent.

"But Lupin is relieved, you know? He accepts the fact of the impact he has caused." Nietzsche shook his head, feeling that this matter couldn't be ended so easily.

According to Snape's temperament, his revenge should be to make Lupin suffer from hatred for his own identity, rather than to feel relieved.

Ah ha, the taste of revenge~

Exam week began, and the first day's exam was Transfiguration. The questions were changing dead objects into living things and conversion spells. Nietzsche effortlessly turned the teapot into a turtle.

The only difference is that others have standard pet turtles, while his is... an alligator snapping turtle.

But it's better than Hermione's turtle.

The next day was the Potions class with the Confusion Spell. In order to prevent cheating, Snape split all the seats into individual ones. When faced with the colorful cauldrons, he calmly gave most people a zero.

"On the bright side, that zero might be the letter 'O'." Hermione could only comfort her roommate.

The runic literature exam on Wednesday was about translation, which could be passed by rote memorization. The most challenging part was alchemy, where he needed to create a magical device that combined runes. Fortunately, he already had a model in advance.

After he put the lathe model on, the effect seemed to be quite good.

On Thursday, it was Lupin's turn for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The exam was not held in the classroom, but outdoors.

And that’s not all. As Gryffindor traverses a series of different venues, including a pit full of red hats and a hinkypunk swamp, they also have to avoid interference from Slytherin outside the venue.

This is what Grindelwald came up with...

If they are unfortunately hit by the curse, they must find a way to use the dark magic counter-curse taught by Grindelwald to remove the effect and continue running to the finish line.

This is a timed obstacle course race.

"Out, next~" Nietzsche waved his hand absentmindedly and threw Seamus into the swamp.

"Use your clever brain to think of a solution." Lavender used Hermione as a shield and hid behind her. "If I fail the exam, I will curse you to break up!"

"Iron armor protects the body."

Hermione used the Shield Charm to support the three of them, resisting the effects of the magic around them.

"Hurry! confuse him...blink or something..." Parvati didn't care about anything else for the exam.

"I have a better idea." Hermione looked at the two people behind her.

"any solution?"

But before Lavender and Parvati could be happy, the armor spell protecting them disappeared, and then Nietzsche grabbed their necks and threw them into a pond full of Kaba.

This is Hermione's method - save some energy so that when rushing to the finish line, you can still free up energy to fight back outside the field.

The destination was the letter room next to the Owl Shed, and within a few minutes after Hermione stumbled in, Nietzsche heard a roar from inside.

"Ni! Tse!"

The entire wooden house collapsed.

"What's going on?" Grindelwald asked, standing on tiptoe to look over. "I don't remember having any extra magic traps."

"Ms. Granger, you are still not calm enough in the face of emergencies. That's a Boggart!" Lupin shouted in surprise, "I'm sorry, your score can only be considered 'passing'."

Hermione gritted her teeth as she crawled out of the ruins and stood silently outside the venue.

But when it was Slytherin's turn to take the exam, it was Gryffindor's turn to stand outside and interfere. The lions vowed to make the snakes spit out what they had just eaten.

As for Hermione, her target is only one person - Nietzsche Holmes.

All day Thursday anyone standing in the castle could see spells flying all over the lawn.

Hermione and Nietzsche also returned to the castle in despair. It seemed that they couldn't bear to see the other one rush to the finish line safely. So, it is not a good thing to maintain a tacit understanding in everything.

"What do you see?" Nietzsche pulled away the water plants above his head.

"Anyway, it's not a good thing, especially after it's linked to you." Hermione was like a taciturn person, refusing to say what the Boggart had done.

The school was on holiday the day after the exam, but the students had to wait until their report cards came out before they could go home, so they simply left school and planned to spend the rest of their days in Hogsmeade village.

Now that the Dementors have left, I heard that it is snowing in the sun in Hogsmeade.

But Hermione didn't go. She planned to make a big pot of wolfsbane potion before Professor Lupin left school. So Nietzsche lay on the dragon's back, basking in the sun while lazily collecting the morning dew and moonstones by the Black Lake.

He hooked his finger and the object flew into the wooden basket that spanned Smaug's long neck.

It was not until the evening that I returned to the basement.

Just as Hermione was repeatedly brewing the wolfsbane potion in the Potions classroom, several angry curses echoed in the corridor. Nietzsche and she thought it was Snape, but it turned out that he was not scolding them.

"You coward, you bastard..."

Nietzsche turned down the fire and moved closer to the classroom door.

The sound was very small, coming from the other side of the basement corridor, probably... Snape's office?

"Severus..." Lupin's voice was tired, "See, I didn't ask Dumbledore to force you. I have already given my resignation letter to the headmaster. I don't owe you anything."

"Are you pitying me? Do you think you have much influence over me?!"

Snape was roaring, and he was so crazy that he didn't care whether anyone else could hear him.