Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Although he really wanted to help Hermione, it was a little difficult at the moment because she was always immersed in the utopian fantasy under the rules. If he wanted her to become like Nietzsche, that step on the train was just the beginning.

Nietzsche nodded in agreement and wrote some puns on the envelope, which was then sent out by Mercury.

The classroom for herbal medicine classes is in a glass greenhouse next to the castle wall.

As soon as you open the door, you can smell a strong stench, like putting a bunch of rotten meat products in a box and opening it a month later.

A professor wearing a tattered wizard robe gave each person a cotton plug to plug their nose.

Based on Malfoy's intimidation, or perhaps the news about Crabbe and Goyle, Nietzsche was naturally isolated.

"Put on your dragon-skin gloves. When you are fertilizing the white fresh, be careful not to let your skin touch the dragon feces if you don't want to get burned."

She is the head of Hufflepuff House and professor of Herbology at Hogwarts.

Dragon dung is a very good fertilizer, but because of its source, many Slytherins cannot accept it, and the entire greenhouse is filled with various retching sounds.

"We came to school... just to... uh~ to do what my servants do?"

"Shut up, Pansy, or you'll get deducted points."

"Daphne, you're not much better... Ugh!"

Professor Pomona Sprout walked around the greenhouse and when she came to Nietzsche, her frown relaxed a little.

Nietzsche's nostrils were stuffed with cotton wool that the professor distributed before class. He used his left hand to dig up the soil under the white mulberry, and with his right hand, he held a spoon and stuffed the semi-solidified dragon dung into the soil.

It's really disgusting on a psychological level, but it's just what you get used to.

It's better than Sherlock being bored at home, not sleeping, and spending five hours catching a bunch of flies and letting them lay eggs in a bottle.

"A little further out, although dragon manure is nutritious enough, if it gets close to the roots, it will damage the rhizomes of most herbs..."

"So soil is the best thermal insulation layer." Nietzsche was prompted and immediately echoed the professor's words.

Sprout quickly let go of his stereotype of Slytherin. Although most of the little snakes were still the kind of noble young men who could not get down to earth, his first impression of Nietzsche was still a good one.

Although the professor could understand that it was a bit too much to handle dragon manure fertilizer in the first class, but at least don't make that kind of noise, right?

"Yes, that's it... Does anyone know what difficile does?"

Although she said this loudly, her eyes did not leave the soil in front of Nietzsche, as if she was deliberately asking him.

“As raw material?”

Daphne on the opposite side raised her head, her voice sounded very muffled because her nose was blocked. Unfortunately, Professor Sprout just nodded slightly and didn't say anything more.

"It is used to make white fresh essence. Although it can be used to make potions to treat specific magical wounds, it also has extremely high healing properties."

"Nietzsche? John Holmes? Okay, five points for Slytherin, and pick two Dictamni leaves for me." Pomona was a little happy. "The essence made from these two leaves is enough for the infirmary to use for a month."

I don’t know what happened to the school infirmary. They were eager to use white mulberry essence on the first day of school.

Nietzsche took off his dragon-skin gloves, pulled out a notebook, and wrote down the advantages of Dictamni: small amount used.

"Professor, is this herb scarce?"

"The planting conditions are not harsh, but there are too few wizards willing to spend time on herbal medicine." Her expression was a little lonely. She slowly walked to the side and ground the Dictamni leaves while saying, "No one wants to deal with fertilizers and soil all day long."

Yes, Nietzsche knew it just by looking at the Slytherin's eyes.

Their eyes were full of contempt from above, as if this profession was exclusive to subordinates.

Why should you be stained by dirty mud when you can wear luxurious clothes and expensive jewelry?

"It's such a misfortune..."

"What...did you say?" The professor was a little surprised. This was not something a Slytherin would say.

"It's a dereliction of duty, a misfortune for all of humanity, professor." Nietzsche looked at her eyes, pondered for a moment, and then continued, "Instead of dividing people into different professions here, why not find a way to increase the production of dill!"

Of course, does this plant with magical effects work on ordinary people?

The answer is yes.

In the Natural History mentioned by Sprout, it is written that Pliny the Elder saw a deer using distilled water on the wound after pulling out a hunter's arrow.

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes... If most people thought as you do, perhaps Herbology wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation."

She handed one of the bottles of white wine to Nietzsche with a kind smile.

This behavior was beyond Nietzsche's expectations. He suddenly became a little flustered. He wiped his clean hands on his clothes before taking the small bottle, which was about five centimeters high and had a wooden cork.

The processed white fresh essence inside emitted a faint white crystal luster under the sunlight because Nietzsche held it above his head.

"Don't think too much about it." She looked at the dirt in front of the others that had not been renovated much, "Just consider it as your reward. Sorry, an old lady like me with ragged clothes doesn't have much extra money to pay."

Everyone around was regretting it so much.

This is not just a piece of white fresh leaf.

The process of roasting and grinding from ordinary white fresh to white fresh essence is quite laborious. On the market, an essence as perfect as salt crystals like the one in Nietzsche's bottle costs at least five gallons.

Half a bottle is enough for a soldier whose legs are blown off by a shell to survive the battlefield.

And it won't leave scars...

"Okay, get out of class is over!"

Pomona looked at Nietzsche's back, which was out of tune with the others, and felt a little sorry.

Such a good person, why did he go to Slytherin?

Severus Snape got it right.

Volume 1: Chapter 18: The Magical History of the Snake and Lion

(PS: For the sake of plot and drama, the fox slightly adjusted the Slytherin and Gryffindor class schedules so that not only flying and potions classes were taken together)

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Slytherin was far ahead in points.

When the wizards headed to the hall to have a hearty meal, they looked up and saw that the hourglass representing Slytherin had more gems than those of other colleges.

"Did you hear that Goyle and Crabbe were admitted to the hospital last night!"

"What happened?" Harry Potter dragged his body out of the Transfiguration classroom and lay exhausted on the dining table. "For me, this is good news for the beginning of the school year."

"I don't know, but it's pretty serious. At least George and Fred saw that their arms were still in plaster."

Ron imitated Goyle's way of walking in a comical way, swaying from side to side, which made many people laugh.

There was no Gryffindor who didn't want to see Slytherin looking defeated...Except Hermione. When she heard Ron describe the injuries of the two, she had already guessed something.

To be precise, it was her intuition that reminded her of the miserable plight of those people in elementary school.

"Hermione...Hermione?"

Harry wanted to borrow his notes from the previous class, but the other person suddenly pulled out his chair and walked angrily towards the Slytherin table.

So, Nietzsche, who was sitting in the corner, had just taken a bite of bread when a huge black shadow enveloped him, as if he had angered the god of bread by putting ketchup on his bread.

"Were you in trouble last night? You liar!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb. Who else but you would leave someone paralyzed in the infirmary?" Hermione stood behind his chair and saw the small bottle on the table. "You have a criminal record... What is that?"

"White fresh essence."

Hermione, who had prepared for part of "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi", certainly knew what the function of Dictamni was.

She pulled up Nietzsche's sleeve at a very fast speed, but there were no marks under the black school robe, and then gently poked his back here and there with her index finger.

"Stop!" Nietzsche was poked in the area by her, which made him feel a little itchy. "This bottle of distilled water was not taken from the infirmary by me. It was given to me by Professor Sprout. When have I ever lost?"

"So you admit you lied to me!"

"Speaking of this, you also have some responsibility..."

"Me?!" Hermione was almost laughing at his trickery, "Okay, now it's my responsibility again..."

"It was you who attacked Malfoy with the Freezing Curse, and I was implicated. They were coming for you, Hermione! So I did not violate the agreement between you and me, because I was passively protecting you."

There's nothing wrong with his logic.

If you think about it carefully, it seems to make sense... No! Hermione, you can't be fooled by the master of lies.

At lunchtime, a Gryffindor left the table and ran over to the Slytherin.

Because their arguments were not as loud as most people's, from the perspective of others, Nietzsche and Hermione were more like two old friends chatting and laughing with each other.

"Haha, Nietzsche likes the Mudbloods from Gryffindor~" Malfoy whistled contemptuously.

But Hermione was made red-faced by the people who were gradually making a fuss, so she couldn't bear it anymore and drew out her wand, pointing it at the culprit - Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy stiffened and began to move closer to the person around him.

"How long are you going to hide behind a woman?" Pansy stood in front of Malfoy and turned her spearhead to Nietzsche, "You are really embarrassing Slytherin. You should just go back to Gryffindor with this little mudblood!"

Nietzsche swallowed his bread slowly and said, "Do you know what's going on with Goyle and Crabbe now?"

"how?"

"I advocate gender equality as advocated by British gentlemen, so if there are any extra beds in the school hospital, you can reserve them in advance..."

"If you have the guts, fight like a wizard!" Pansy threatened tremblingly, "Humph, if you act like a Muggle, you'll be just like those stupid lions in Gryffindor...Aaaaaah!!"

A black shadow passed over the college dining table and hit Pansy's head accurately.

Judging from the pervasive stench, it was obviously a rotten egg from the hands of George and Fred. Nietzsche silently put the nose plug back on.

"Who? Who is it?!"

Pansy turned her head around angrily, but unfortunately the Gryffindors seemed completely unaware and kept their heads down to try to hold back their laughter.

Hermione and Nietzsche had no intention of participating in the ensuing farce, and before leaving, they ran back to Gryffindor and put a few chicken sandwiches in their pockets.

"I forgot to tell you that I was far ahead in the Transfiguration class yesterday!" Hermione remembered that she had made some changes to the matches before, and she smiled proudly again.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry. At least you may not get my white fresh essence."

The afternoon class is History of Magic, and the classroom is on the second floor of the castle.

It was not until after the class that Nietzsche and Hermione realized that the Professor of History of Magic was not a human being at all. To be more precise, he was not even a living being - a gray, translucent ghost floated straight over from behind the blackboard.

Professor Binns shocked the students when they first met...

Because the entire History of Magic class was extremely boring, he always read from the History of Magic textbook in a drawling voice, and before half an hour had passed, half of the students from the two colleges fell asleep.

There were only a few people sitting in the front row of the classroom.

"Look at Malfoy's behavior, Harry... Tell Hermione to be careful not to get too close to the Slytherins. They will definitely want to make fun of this."

Harry rolled his eyes; he couldn't understand Ron's train of thought.

So he could only lie on the table, holding up "History of Magic" in front of himself, and whispered: "Hermione and Nietzsche knew each other before coming to Hogwarts. They were friends... What does it have to do with us?"

"That's not what I meant, it's just that, didn't you hear Malfoy making fun of Gryffindor about the two of them?"

That's it?

Harry ignored Ron's cries of apology, he had received more beatings in muggle schools than he had ever gotten before.

"Let them laugh all they want, but I don't advise you to tell Hermione this," Harry added, "unless you can beat her and don't need all those notes she takes in class."

Only after hearing these words did Ron calm down a little, but he still tore a piece of paper from his notebook, crumpled it up, and threw it on the head of the grinning Malfoy.

The first Paper War sparked by Ron's assassination of Malfoy.

"Poor Weasley, maybe you can find a rich lady here in Slytherin! If they are willing."

It was obvious that Malfoy knew what kind of sarcasm was most effective and would strike at the dignity of others.

He directed all the trash talk and sarcasm that had no effect on Nietzsche to Harry and Ron without reservation.

Immediately afterwards, Malfoy counterattacked, and the back half of the classroom was filled with paper planes and paper balls flying back and forth between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Professor, aren't you going to do something about it?" Hermione couldn't stand the noise anymore.

She looked at Binns Cuthbert, who was wearing a pair of small round glasses and still looked sleepy. He was floating in the air and swaying, which was totally inconsistent with the description in "Hogwarts: A History".

It is hard to imagine that such a lifeless professor, before he became a ghost, always made the students who took History of Magic leave the classroom reluctantly before leaving.

"Ah... Miss Greenland, it would be great if you could stop it."