Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

After resting for half a day, I decided to leave the office.

On the other hand, Hermione, compared to Nietzsche, was not so lucky. She even regretted entering Gryffindor.

Except for Nietzsche, whom she had known before school started, Harry and Ron were both met on the train. Just when she thought everything was going according to plan and she was about to start her wonderful campus life, problems arose:

The long-standing relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin was passed down smoothly.

"No, no, no, no, no, almost all of Slytherin's points were added by Nietzsche!" Ron looked at the school hourglass and wailed, "Hermione, can't you just ask him to add less..."

"Do you want him to be a person who does all kinds of evil and every professor shakes his head when seeing him?"

Ron Weasley wanted to nod, but when he saw Hermione with her hands on her hips and glaring, she looked exactly like his own head of house.

So...he kind of followed his heart.

"I added ten points yesterday and five points this morning, but your two brothers deducted twenty points overnight!" Hermione turned her head and said to Harry, "I know you want to go out at night, but you'd better not get caught by me..."

Harry couldn't understand how Nietzsche could stand her.

"Merlin, I didn't come to Hogwarts just to change places and get the same treatment as I did at the Dursleys!"

"Can you be a little more patient? If it's Nietzsche, he..."

"Two days into the school term, this is the third time you've said this." Harry counted on his fingers and thought carefully. "Yes, we already know that. If it were him, he would definitely not be impatient."

Hermione's cheeks turned red after being talked back.

The door to the hall was open, and the cold September wind swept in from the valley. Hermione put her hands in her pockets.

"Maybe he's also wandering around at night, but you just don't know it." Ron retorted as he walked into the hall, "Don't forget, he's not in the same college as you now."

"Impossible, he's not that boring!"

Damn it, why would she subconsciously defend Nietzsche?

No, no, she just hated the conflicts between colleges caused by stereotypes. She was definitely not defending some smooth-talking guy.

"Who knows? Slytherins are all ambitious people. Maybe you have never seen through him... People change. Look at Percy. He was not so arrogant before he became a prefect."

Looking in the direction of Ron's pout, you can see Percy's chest puffed out with pride, his prefect badge polished to a shine.

Harry didn't want to be caught between them.

Even Harry, who had little social experience, could sense Ron's general anger and disgust towards Slytherin, which was about the conflict between his father and the Malfoy family.

Ron believed that it was Hermione who helped him out that day, and it had little to do with Nietzsche.

But Hermione and Nietzsche were both people who helped Harry, so he was in a dilemma and also a little annoyed because of this matter.

"Yeah, seriously, what if Nietzsche is like those Slytherins?"

"He's better than those idiots Malfoy anyway..." She strode past Ron's shoulder with her schoolbag on her back, and added, "Especially compared to you!"

Ron froze in place, staring at Hermione as she was lost in the crowd.

Then he pulled Harry aside and said, "She actually thinks that Gryffindor is inferior to a Slytherin?!"

It’s not that Harry didn’t want to make friends with other people, but except for Ron, the first person he met, and Hermione later, the others all had a kind of... an inexplicable sense of expectation towards him.

The wizards' constant attention only made him feel like he was being watched.

There are only a few people who don't know how to do this, and among the three of them, two are around him, and one is in an opposing college.

"Isn't it? Sigh~ Girls' minds are really hard to guess."

Harry shrugged, feeling hopeful about his old Slytherin friend.

He hoped that the name he had often used to intimidate Dudley would not be as cold and heartless as those of the Slytherins.

Hermione returned to the dining table and leaned weakly on the wooden chair. She felt bored when she saw only a few rubies left in the Gryffindor hourglass above her head.

In fact, it was not only Nietzsche who was looked at strangely, but Hermione as well.

"Hey? Who made the future Head of Gryffindor angry?" Lavender sat down next to her, her eyes full of playful mockery. "Let me guess...it must be George and Fred who were caught last night."

"What the hell is the Headmaster of Gryffindor!!"

A makeup mirror suddenly appeared in front of Hermione. It was taken out from the bag of Parvati, the Indian girl opposite her.

The person in the mirror was dignified without being angry, with a serious expression. Her brown curly hair made her look like an angry lion, completely different from the smiling Lavender beside her.

"If you don't like it, there's another one... Little McG."

As if seeking approval, Parvati kicked Neville, who was closest to her. The fat boy who was sitting there lost in thought noticed that the lion had turned his head away, and his eyes began to dodge involuntarily.

"Yes... it is quite similar." Seeing Hermione's raised eyebrows, Neville immediately made amends, "Of course, most of the reason is because of your excellent Transfiguration."

Very good, perfect self-rescue.

Although Hermione knew that he had come up with it on the spur of the moment, she still found it very useful.

Hermione, who has more or less been influenced by Nietzsche's way of communication, is no longer as dull as she was in elementary school. Although she still retains the habit of preaching, at least no one dares to think that she is wrong.

Thus, the title "Little McGreg" spread among some people.

"Ha! You little traitor!" Lavender was a little surprised when she heard Longbottom save himself.

"Regarding the instructions on Transfiguration, I remember... Mr. Longbottom seems to be here earlier than you." Hermione leisurely crossed her right leg over her left leg and took out a notebook from her schoolbag. "First come, first served, ladies."

What a joke! She really thought she had no way of dealing with this group of people.

"I will definitely support Dean Hermione's great cause."

"Very good, Neville Longbottom. I hope you can become a knight who breaks the old school of Hogwarts. At least you don't have to worry about failing the exam."

Hermione narrowed her eyes, somewhat enjoying the awe in Neville's eyes.

That's right! She was very unhappy with some of the conservative wizards in Gryffindor. Not only Gryffindor, but the entire Hogwarts was made to look like a combination of four schools.

It has become a dispute among four countries.

"Humph, you are a Gryffindor who is more Slytherin than Slytherin..."

Lavender looked at the top-secret information that slipped away from her hands, feeling unwilling. After listening to her complaints, Hermione pursed her lips and smiled slightly.

What's wrong?

There's nothing wrong with that. Hermione firmly believes that she can do some things more perfectly than Nietzsche.

Volume 1: Chapter 21: Potions Class Brawl

For Slytherin, this year's house cup is not so easy to win.

Don't ask, the answer is "damn Mudbloods" and "Professor McGonagall's favoritism", but fortunately, the two idiots from Gryffindor had almost all their previous scores deducted because of their night out.

But at the moment, the biggest threat to Slytherin is the ruthless scoring machine, the hand-raising maniac, and the little McGonagall Hermione Granger.

The real Dean McGonagall was considering whether to appoint Hermione as a candidate for Gryffindor prefect in advance.

Because Nietzsche had to go to Professor Quirrell's office every night, he didn't speak much on the following Wednesdays and Thursdays. He occasionally took over the teachers' words and only added two or three points to each class on average.

So because of his mistake, Hermione and Gryffindor quickly caught up.

There is only one Potions class on Friday morning.

Daphne looked around, but the man was nowhere to be seen at any table.

"Gryffindor has caught up with Slytherin in terms of scores thanks to two Charms classes," she said as she took a sip of hot milk.

Even Malfoy had to admit that most of the points came from Nietzsche.

"That's impossible!" Lucien, the prefect, frowned. "Gryffindors like to party and hang out all over the place, and never speak in class. How could they change so much?"

Opposite Malfoy, on his left sat Pansy Parkinson, and on his right sat Goyle and Crabbe, who had just been discharged from the hospital yesterday.

The two of them looked much better. The potion made with dill essence did not leave them with any hidden injuries.

"Because of Granger, I heard other people's conversations in the school infirmary. It seems that there is a small group centered around Granger within Gryffindor. Most of Gryffindor's scores come from them."

There is indeed such a thing.

Neville, Lavender, Parvati and some other Gryffindor freshmen performed very well in the two Charms classes and the Herbology class thanks to Hermione's guidance and spell preparation.

Finally Hermione didn't have to do it herself.

As soon as Malfoy raised his head, he saw Neville Longbottom's smug face.

At first he was trembling when he raised his hand, but the positive feedback from his friends' surprise and the professor's praise greatly improved Neville Longbottom's self-confidence.

"Why don't we set up an organization like a club..." Malfoy said with some disdain.

"But what can we do?" Daphne roughly tore his fantasy apart and said calmly, "What I mean is, even if we spend time and know those knowledge points, the professors won't pay attention to us."

She was right.

Herbology, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts... not to mention Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor.

"To boost others' ambitions will destroy your own prestige..."

"No, Pansy, she's right." Malfoy slammed the table heavily, very angry, "These professors have been deceived by him, unless we can attract more attention than Nietzsche."

Malfoy pondered this in his mind, and there was an idea that even he had to admit.

If they wanted Slytherin to win the seventh consecutive championship this year, it meant that they had to personally show their goodwill to Nietzsche, and the last thing Malfoy wanted to do was to lower his noble head like others.

Especially for Nietzsche, who came from a Muggle family.

"What about others?"

"Who knows, he may be in the library or already in the Potions classroom."

However, the fact was just as Daphne guessed. Nietzsche had come to an underground classroom. Walking into the corridor and turning a few corners, he could see the dungeon stone wall leading to the lounge.

While others were still slowly enjoying their breakfast, he was already fiddling with the cauldron with a piece of bread in his mouth.

"Nietzsche Holmes, even if you find Professor Quirrell to act as a shield, the confinement will only be extended..." Snape stood in the center of the classroom, staring at him with his black eyes.

His eyes are always so empty and cold, like two abandoned train tunnels.

"Let me guess, this series of plans is about half a year long." Nietzsche smiled politely at him and whispered, "Sorry, maybe my confinement does need to be extended."

But to Snape, his smile was a provocation.

The professor walked up to Nietzsche's face. Now, he could hear the grinding of Snape's teeth, which added a heavy atmosphere to this gloomy classroom that looked like a Frankenstein's laboratory.

"Do you think that your little cleverness is enough to challenge the dean's authority..."

"If you mean the tacit acceptance of the tradition of the academy, my answer is - wrong." Nietzsche pretended to be enlightened and continued, "Authority and authority, Slytherin should obviously be the latter."

"Just hope that coward Quirrell will protect you."

Snape glanced at the students who were coming in one after another, and the sarcastic smile on his face gradually faded.

This student is as disgusting as his Muggle father.

Gryffindor and Slytherin had Potions class together on Friday, so people from the two houses were almost secretly pushing each other when they entered the door.

Suddenly a girl sat down next to Nietzsche and put her textbook on top of him.

"I don't think you'll mind such a small thing, right?" Daphne smiled at him, "There's no name engraved on this table."

"Of course I won't chase you away." Nietzsche smiled back and looked behind her.

Very good, Daphne Greengris, as a Malfoy diplomat, breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, at least she did not show much disgust.

Unfortunately, the next second, two stacked Potions books fell heavily over, and a pair of hands pressed on them, pushing all the way over, pushing Daphne's own textbook open.

"I swear, it wasn't me who drove you away."

Of course not Nietzsche, because Daphne saw the names of their owners written on the covers of the two books.

"Don't you see that there are already people here?" Daphne was not angry, but looked aggrieved. "When did Gryffindor become so overbearing... If you don't mind, you can sit at the table next to Nietzsche."

Hermione crossed her arms and looked down at the golden and white snake.

Lavender, who was sitting at the back table, nudged his roommate with his elbow and reminded him, "The fun is about to begin!"

"I've seen this scene in a movie!" Parvati thought about it and said, "Isn't this a typical internal fight between the wife and the mistress? Usually the heroine slaps the hero in the face as the ending."

But Daphne is not an ordinary girl. She is deeply influenced by certain knowledge of her family and behaves very naturally.

She knew that Nietzsche and Hermione were good friends, so she changed the topic flexibly: "I think you guys don't mind a class period, right? How about treating it as a friendly exchange between Slytherins?"

The sweet smile stunned Theodore next door, but unfortunately, neither of the two people around him bought it.

"what is your opinion?"