Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche heard the sound of several glass bottles being broken.

"You are worthless to me! I can save you, change your life, make you respected and blessed with countless honors, but I won't, because I don't want to do that!"

"You are the one who is afraid of yourself, because I am superior to you cowards! I am a god who can release lightning from my fingertips! Admit it, Remus, you are not even as good as that wild dog!"

Snape clenched his fists and tried his best to mock, but Lupin didn't say a word in rebuttal, at most he just coughed a few times.

"Well...yes, I am not as good as them. After all, I once relied on their help to survive."

After the deafening thunder gradually subsided, Professor Lupin leaned against the wall and panted triumphantly. This werewolf was more like a stray dog ​​that had given up its home. Snape punched the cotton.

As Nietzsche had thought, Snape would not be happy about his departure.

He hoped that Lupin would be as miserable as he was, but... he failed.

PS: Oh no, my next book is going to be a metaverse anime (probably a group of players running to various worlds such as Star Wars, Warhammer, Deep Rock Galactic, etc. to play the plot, similar to "Ready Player One")

Volume 1: Chapter 203: Flowers Exploded

The reason why Lupin resigned was simple. After he lost Snape's wolfsbane potion, he became uncontrollable again and saw himself clearly again - he was a werewolf after all.

If Lupin continues to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, who can guarantee that his wolfsbane potion will be prepared on time every time?

If he didn't drink it just once, it could potentially kill someone, so he told Dumbledore and other professors about his idea...but what he didn't expect was that Snape's reaction was the biggest of all.

"At least I know I'm not suitable to be a professor." Lupin said with a smile.

"You better know..."

"But what about you?" Lupin interrupted Snape. "We have all moved on from those years, but you are still stuck in more than 20 years ago, Severus. You are surrounded by good people and should be much happier than you are now."

He never refuted the other party's sarcasm because he was indeed surpassed and stepped on by others.

Look at Snape's current identity - he is not only the youngest Potions Master today, but also the Dean of Hogwarts. His status is almost second to none.

Nietzsche didn't hear any movement for a long time. He was worried that Lupin, whose disguise was exposed, would end up like Black, so he secretly stuck his head out of the crack in the door. He saw a figure standing at the office door in the distance stagger a few steps.

It was Snape. Lupin seemed to have delivered two punches to his heart, knocking him back repeatedly.

"Of course you can let it go, but that is for you!" the dean accused angrily.

"Is this what Lily wants you to be like now?" Lupin pursed his lips, and when he spoke again, his voice became very trembling, "She never hated you, she was just disappointed in you..."

Snape began to panic, like one of those Muggles studying quantum physics.

The crazy cursing, laughing and sarcasm were all meaningless at this moment, and could not cover up Snape's emptiness and confusion. Finally, facing the calm Lupin, he returned to the office and closed the door.

Only the weathered Lupin was left, sighing heavily.

However, he still spent his last days in school, and when the report cards were issued, which was the last day of the semester, the students returning from Hogsmeade could see Professor Lupin sitting at the dinner.

This year, Gryffindor won the house cup thanks to Harry's performance in Quidditch and Snape's usual mercy.

The entire auditorium was decorated in red and gold, and it looked like a farewell to Lupin.

"Quiet~" Dumbledore waited until the Gryffindors had made enough noise before he shouted in a loud voice, gradually calming down the noise.

He made way for Lupin to stand.

Everyone knew what was going on - they would never see Professor Lupin again next year.

Lupin stood at the guest of honor seat, his eyes taking in all the students at Hogwarts. After a long while, he said, "To be honest, Dumbledore's invitation to me is already the biggest help."

Nietzsche noticed that the light from the hundreds of candles overhead illuminated the tears in his eyes.

"But it's worth it now. I can go find Black next..." Lupin blinked towards the Gryffindor table, "and my body is not strong enough to support it anymore, so I won't bother Severus."

If Nietzsche had not heard of what happened back then, he would have almost thought that he and the dean were good friends.

Friend? No.

But the friendship of life and death can barely be considered...

But other people didn't know. For Gryffindor, it was like a blockbuster bomb was dropped into the Black Lake, causing fish and water to explode.

George: "What? Snape, the old bat, will help people?"

Fred: "Help, Professor Lupin is under the Imperius Curse."

There was a black dog squatting in the corner of the hall. No student knew that Sirius was staring at Harry and Lupin. When he heard that the first thing Lupin did after leaving was to find him, he excitedly said 'hello':

He opened his mouth and barked a few times.

"What about Professor Grendel?" The Ravenclaws noticed the old professor who also had no sense of presence. "Will he leave with you?"

Their hearts were wrenched.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of leaving." Grindelwald swallowed a piece of steak and said slowly, "As a friend of Albus, I still hope that I can retire in Hogwarts in the future."

His dry humor made the originally sad atmosphere dissipate a little.

However, except Hermione and Nietzsche, no one else knows his real intention of staying in school---only he can guard Voldemort's Horcrux instead of Headmaster Dumbledore and study the method to fight against it.

Nietzsche looked at his old dean again and found that Snape looked better than before.

Although he didn't expect the other party to be as kind as Lupin and Dumbledore, this indifferent calm was better than having a gloomy face every day and looking unhappy with everyone.

Is this also a kind of progress?

After the dinner, when Lupin returned to his office to pack his tattered suitcase, Hermione followed him quietly.

The next day, as the Hogwarts Express left Hogsmeade station, Hermione told Nietzsche the great news:

"I wrote down the recipe for the Wolfsbane Potion on a piece of paper and gave it to Professor Lupin."

"Are you sure a displaced werewolf has enough money to buy potions?" But what Nietzsche was best at was pouring a bucket of cold water on her when she was happy.

"It's okay. I sent a month's worth of dosage and potion raw materials in advance so that he could find a job and last until payday... Come on, you can think of it, why didn't I think of it."

But just as Hermione was enjoying a moment of sunshine and tranquility, she was interrupted by Sirius Black, who got on the train with his tail between his legs.

"You tell me...how am I going to meet Harry as his godfather?" The big black dog gradually grew limbs, and he completed an Animagus in front of the two of them.

Nietzsche sat there in silence, with his legs crossed and his face covered with a newspaper.

In fact, after seeing the Animagus, he was thinking about something very interesting: since this kind of human body transformation includes clothes, if he plucks out all the hair of the Animagus, would he tear the clothes into pieces?

"Why are you looking at me? Do I know Harry very well?" Hermione said unhappily.

She stretched her legs under the dining table and placed them on the knees of Nietzsche, who was sitting opposite her. She was able to maintain the most comfortable stretching posture even in the closed and crowded space. Of course, her boots were cleaned with a cleaning spell.

Crookshanks can also walk around on this "Tower Bridge" under the table.

Nietzsche was in a daze when suddenly, the newspaper in front of him was torn down.

"But we told you, can you listen to us?" He looked at Hermione helplessly.

"I heard that he was not happy in his Muggle home, and I just want to make up for it as much as possible..." Black tried hard to suppress his anger and said softly, "I have done a lot of wrong things, so I don't want to do stupid things again."

It's not that easy for Black to visit Harry.

First, he had to consider and deal with Harry Potter's own emotions, and secondly, the Dursleys' attitude towards wizards.

"It's simple. Go buy the most expensive clothes that non-wizards can wear." Nietzsche said, "No matter how much the Dursleys hate wizards and James Potter, you have to endure it."

Having to endure other people's accusations and ridicule for no reason was enough to make Blake uncomfortable.

This is not in line with his style.

"Why?"

"You can also lose your temper...if you can't take on the responsibility of being 'godfather'." Hermione interrupted.

"But think about it on the bright side. As long as you can bear it, you can take Harry to the amusement park for a spin. Believe me, no child who is locked up at home every day will dislike it."

Once Harry relaxed, all Black had to do was tell the story slowly.

Sirius was very concerned about Harry's affairs. He planned his holiday goals over and over again. It was not until the express train pulled into King's Cross Station that Hermione and Nietzsche's ears finally quieted down.

He leaned against the window and looked at Harry, who was dragging his luggage and walking lifelessly to Uncle Vernon.

"Aren't you leaving?" Hermione hugged her parents after walking out of King's Cross Station, and said puzzledly while standing next to the car, "Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson are not here today. We can take you back."

She took a few steps back when she saw Nietzsche throwing his luggage into the trunk.

"You guys go back first. I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron."

Volume 1: Chapter 204 Yes, Minister!

The Leaky Cauldron has changed a lot. After only not seeing it for one semester, Nietzsche discovered that the space of the entire bar had expanded nearly twice, and the record store and bookstore on both sides had been integrated into it.

But those Muggle items did not disappear: the original books in the bookshop were still there, for wizards to browse, and in the middle, there was a sacred Muggle record player.

After the expansion, the decoration was naturally not as dark and dirty as before. Not long after Nietzsche came in, he saw several ordinary people paying in pounds.

"it's here!"

Nietzsche looked up and found that the second floor was not just guest rooms, but also a circular corridor, and Fudge was sitting on a chair and greeting him.

After he sat down, he didn't say anything before someone brought him a glass of mead and iced strawberry sparkling water.

"Ever since you set up a wizard factory, the Muggle government learned that this pub was a point of entry and exit for wizards, so they bought the shops on both sides and gave it to old Tom... Tsk... what a blessing."

Tom Abbott won't have to worry about Galleons for the rest of his life. He can earn money just by sitting here.

"Do you know the history of this bar?" Fudge took a sip of mead and asked.

"Mr. Minister, you know I'm a Muggle wizard." Nietzsche temporarily gave the limelight to him for the free drinks.

The view from the second floor is very good. You can see all kinds of people just by looking down. Compared with the wizards and Muggles in robes, they are not too shocking.

In addition to the workers who had just got off work and had not had time to take off their work clothes, there were also a few people wearing punk leather jackets with spikes. These ordinary people sat next to the wizards and did not find the topics they talked about absurd.

In fact, ordinary people today have heard of things that are even more sensational than magic and potions.

"As Number One Diagon Alley, the Leaky Cauldron existed two centuries before the Statute of Secrecy, so it was the first pub in the UK. Muggles would come here at that time."

"Can you imagine that Muggles used to think wizards were aliens, but now... they are somewhat popular?"

Fudge pointed to the group of people in the corner, showing Nietzsche a few drunken wizards using the Vanishing Charm to make empty bottles disappear in front of a few young people, who were clamoring to do it again.

But everything has a price...

Then he saw Hannah Abbott running over angrily and adding two more items to the bill.

"Nothing stays the same. Wizards always have a chance to stand up again." Nietzsche also spoke up. "We don't have to limit the wizarding world to the late seventeenth century. I can guarantee that... they need us."

That's where the matter lies.

The person sitting here is not a famous wizard in the magical world, nor a headmaster or professor, but Fudge, who holds power and voice among wizards... As long as he is alive, he has power.

Cheating is meaningless in the face of the violent machine used to maintain order.

This is also the reason why Moriarty is close to the Prime Minister and government officials of various countries.

He just wants to do these things openly.

"Necessary..." Fudge looked directly at the underage wizard in front of him.

The fact that Nietzsche dragged the Malfoy family into the abyss with his powerful wrist and the forces behind him was enough to prove that Nietzsche was not some ignorant little wizard who knew nothing.

"But you see, nothing is absolute. When you open a gap to Muggles, some criminals will also be let in, and you won't be able to filter them out." Fudge lowered his voice and talked about the Purgers.

Before the Muggles reveal themselves, no one knows whether the next person to come in will be a Purger.

"It's the Ministry of Magic that has no other choice." Nietzsche corrected his wording. "Before the Scourers entered the wizarding world, they were Muggles, not wild men from the mountains."

"Do you have any idea?"

"You need to negotiate with the British government to set up a strict review mechanism. This is not the 16th or 17th century. To investigate a person, you still need to visit the local area. With just one button, a person's entire life can be presented."

Fudge was a little horrified by what he said, because in the Ministry of Magic, no wizard would be recorded casually, and even the truth serum was used strictly and needed to be applied for in advance.

"The Secrecy Act is still in place," the minister reminded, clearing his throat.

Nietzsche smiled noncommittally, but he sneered in his heart.

Confidential?

He would never take the initiative to disturb the Statute of Secrecy and lead a small group of British wizards to rebel against the entire magical world. The sacred task of breaking the Statute of Secrecy should naturally be given to Voldemort.

This one is the pioneer.

"But your factory with Miss Granger..."