Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Hermione uses her skill - diverting trouble away.

"I don't know... Daphne said this desk has no name." Nietzsche tilted his head and said in a drawling tone, "If it--has--no--name--it will be on a first-come-first-served basis."

Daphne, who thought she had everything under control, also nodded.

As expected of Nietzsche's desk mate, Hermione immediately turned the match in her pocket into a silver needle and carved the initials of Hermione Joan Granger on the edge of the wooden table.

Perfect Transfiguration technique and application, but it's a pity that this is not a Transfiguration class.

So Hermione gained the advantage in the head-on confrontation, and Daphne could only return to her next seat in shame. Before leaving, she took out a handkerchief and wiped the places where Hermione had touched.

"When did you get mixed up with those old noble ladies?"

"Maybe they took the initiative to find me." Nietzsche immediately held her hand, grinned and said softly, "The reason you couldn't find it a few days ago was not because of them. I was organizing materials in the library and Professor Quirrell's office the whole time."

Nietzsche anticipated Hermione's attack.

Perhaps it was because there was only one Potions class on Friday, the last one in the morning, which made the little wizards very energetic. They looked at the glass jars placed on both sides of the classroom and whispered to each other.

Snape picked up the list and stopped when he first pointed to Harry Potter.

"Harry Potter, a very famous person!"

Malfoy and his animal friends immediately covered their mouths and laughed, but that was not the end. When the names of the Slytherins were read out, they also stopped.

"I almost forgot, we have someone here who is no less capable than the Savior." He raised his eyes to look at the seats, and the students who were whispering immediately held their breath. "I hope your ability to configure magic is as good as your ability to make trouble."

No one knows what happened inside Slytherin. You have to know that Snape is a well-known protective person and is the most biased head of the four colleges.

Perhaps because she was sitting next to Nietzsche, Snape looked at her as well.

But after half a minute, his eyes stayed on Harry again. Harry felt from the beginning that this professor didn't like him, but he didn't lower his head. Instead, he met Snape's gaze and stared back.

Soon, the professor turned around.

"You don't need to wave your wand foolishly here. If you don't have a troll head, you can truly appreciate the beauty of the fragrance coming out of the simmering cauldron..."

"I can teach you how to brew honor, immerse reputation, and even brew death."

When everyone began to fall into fantasy because of Snape's opening remarks, even Hermione leaned forward slightly. Nietzsche, who had been her deskmate for two years, knew that this showed that Hermione was very concerned about this class.

However, Snape suddenly turned his attention to Harry in the back row.

"Potter, what would I get if I added powdered narcissus root to an infusion of wormwood?"

Unfortunately, Malfoy did not see the scene he wanted to see:

He thought Harry Potter would just stand there like an idiot, staring blankly with Ron Weasley.

"You will...you will get a very powerful sleeping pill..." Harry answered awkwardly, and then immediately changed his words, "It's the water of life and death."

Now it was Snape's turn to stand there in a daze, his eyes looking into Harry's green eyes, a little hesitant.

"Then let me ask you again, Potter." Snape's voice was much softer than before, and his originally contemptuous eyes became empty again, "Where can I find bezoar?"

"In the cow's stomach."

"Very good, Potter's reputation does not include ignorance. Sit down, one point for Gryffindor..."

Extra points? ?

The head of Slytherin actually gave Gryffindor extra points?!

Harry slumped down in his chair with relief, the legs of the chair making a sharp noise against the stone, and he looked at Hermione gratefully.

In fact, he had refused at first. When he first enrolled, the professor looked at him with disgust. But Hermione analyzed from what he said that he might have difficulties in today's Potions class.

Just because of this tiny possibility, Harry actually spent some time in the lounge on Thursday night.

"I admit defeat. I have to say, although she is a bit nagging, her words make sense..." Harry patted Ron's shoulder, "I understand why Lavender and Neville call her 'Little McGonagall'."

Harry grinned at Malfoy and the others with a provocative look and returned the ridicule.

However, this series of changes did not escape Snape's eyes. When he saw the smug look on Potter's face, he immediately took back that precious point.

"One point deducted from Gryffindor for the vain Potter's attempt to disrupt class order."

"I knew it!" Ron stamped his foot angrily.

"That's not important. What's important is that Harry broke the Gryffindor curse." Neville lay on the table and whispered, "You know, Snape gave Gryffindor extra points!"

While there was no change in the scores, the behavior is what matters.

Since Harry broke the curse, it means that Snape will get second and third extra points!

"Nietzsche? John Holmes! Let's take a look at this future master of spells." Snape quickly found a new chicken to scare the monkey. "How many methods are there to make potions?"

What Harry was just asked was just the basics of Herbology. It could even be said that as long as he listened carefully to Professor Sprout's class, he would know the basics.

So the difficulty immediately went up a level.

"Seven. In addition to the decoctions, infusions, and infusions you mentioned first, there are poultices, tinctures, washes, and ointments."

"What would I get if I brewed powdered albizzia flowers with unicorn hair and peppermint?"

This kind of question was obviously beyond the scope of first graders. Even Hermione at the side gradually retracted her hand, unless she had already finished reading "Advanced Potion Making".

Hermione muttered indignantly, "That's not fair, Professor!"

"Gryffindor will be deducted another point for questioning the professor," Snape said coldly. "Although Nietzsche would like to pursue fame like Mr. Potter, it seems that there is still a difference..."

Nietzsche placed his left hand on his chest, his right elbow resting on his left arm, his knuckles dragging his chin, like a standing statue of a thinker.

"According to Magical Pharmacy and Potion, most potions contain one or two common ingredients that are used as main ingredients for color adjustment, and peppermint is generally used to refresh the mind..."

"Let me think, this potion must have strong side effects. It's a golden potion."

"The purpose of the potion is the most important thing." Snape sneered sarcastically, "Don't use potions to save people in the future. I'm worried that your reasoning show will use poison as a healing ointment."

Malfoy is still lucky. Although he can't see Harry Potter make a fool of himself, at least there is still Nietzsche.

It's a fun thing to have every day. If it's missing, who will make it up to him?

"Hermione, what is the flower language of acacia?" Nietzsche did not look down to see the worry in her eyes, but looked directly at Snape and asked.

"Happiness...short-lived, fleeting happiness."

"The answer is obvious, isn't it? This golden potion can bring people short-term and intense happiness, so peppermint is needed to keep the brain awake to ensure balance."

Nietzsche sighed, and because he was bored, he didn't give anyone time to think, and just gave the answer.

Behind him was Tracy Davis, who was completely shocked by Nietzsche's inference. He was flipping through all the potion books he could get his hands on.

"But why isn't the unicorn feather included in the inference?"

"Do I even need to ask that?" Nietzsche turned his head, as if the person sitting behind him was the dumbest ogre in the Lord of the Rings. "Magic potions certainly require several raw materials with magical properties."

It's not the deer antlers and snake skins commonly seen in Muggles. The raw materials with magical effects are the most important and cannot be imitated by ordinary people.

At this time, Hermione had found the answer from "Advanced Potion Making".

That’s right, the description is almost identical to Nietzsche’s inference, except… She turned the page and turned towards her deskmate.

"Professor Snape, is the ecstasy potion what he described it to be?"

The young Slytherins were given another hard lesson by Nietzsche Holmes.

Volume 1: Chapter 22 Gryffindor's Victory

Although the answer is correct.

But Snape didn't give Slytherin extra points for this.

This year is really strange. In the normal Potions class, Gryffindor will definitely not get any benefits, while Slytherin will take advantage of this class to fill up its own house hourglass with lots of points.

"Why didn't you write these down?!" Snape shouted, "Next time, I hope you can just say the name of the potion instead of showing off your ridiculous reasoning!"

The Potions class continued with the rustling sound of quills and parchment.

Interestingly, after the freshmen entered the school in their first year, the crucibles and other instruments they bought from Diagon Alley that were not suitable to carry around appeared on their desks after Snape waved his wand lightly.

For Gryffindor, this lesson has just begun.

Snape will instruct people from both houses to mix a potion, flying between the tables and chairs like a bat.

Every few minutes, Nietzsche and Hermione in the front row could hear the scolding coming from behind them:

"Move the cauldron away from the fire before throwing the quills. Move it away! How many times do I have to tell you before your troll head remembers it!"

"Weasley, if you don't do something, I'll make you steam slugs all night long!"

Even some people from Slytherin were not spared. Only the slug in Malfoy's hands was used as an example. Snape asked them to see the other party's perfect handling method.

There were also some Slytherins who had not been scolded yet but might be affected later. They could only lower their heads and move slowly towards Nietzsche's seat.

Behind the two of them, the wizards and witches craned their necks and stood on tiptoe as soon as Snape turned around to look for the next unfortunate person, just to imitate how Hermione stirred and how Nietzsche ground the venomous snake's fang.

But when all the materials were processed and they were waiting for the final step, they still hadn't seen Nietzsche's next step.

"Are you waiting for them to grow legs and jump in by themselves?" Hermione rolled her eyes and complained as she stirred her potion.

"Of course... No, I'm just curious about what this 'proper' means." Nietzsche held back his temper and scolded the author Arsene Giger. "As ugly as the way English delicacies are made when it comes to dosage."

A proper amount of dried nettle, a pinch of porcupine quills, a spoonful of powdered snake teeth...

This unclear and seemingly casual description made Nietzsche's obsessive-compulsive disorder worse, so the water in the crucible in front of him was about to boil dry.

"That's it, take your hands off me!"

Hermione looked back and saw that Snape had reached the end of the classroom and was about to turn back at any time, so she quickly slapped Nietzsche's hand away and threw his materials in one by one.

"Just add the ingredients according to the amount you need... When it's simmering, remember to move the crucible away before adding the porcupine quills..."

"Ahhhhh!!"

Just as she was watching Nietzsche nodding silently, wondering if he was playing dumb again, a scream from the back of the classroom interrupted many people's thoughts.

The Gryffindors stood on the stools first to look out, and then some Slytherins followed suit.

"Longbottom, you idiot! Seamus Finnigan, take him to the infirmary!" Snape waved his hand and cleaned up all the potion that was spilled on the ground and soaked his robe.

Neville's exposed skin was covered with red boils. He was supported by Seamus, who had short brown hair and there were traces of burns on Seamus' hair.

Draco Malfoy smiled even more widely.

"If you don't want to end up like him, remember the time to throw the porcupine quills." Hermione glared at him unhappily, then stuffed the materials in her hand back into his hands.

But stirring the potion is always boring.

Not long after, Hermione took the initiative to break the quiet atmosphere between the two.

"I said, you can come to my place... I usually help the Gryffindor people with their homework at noon. If you don't have any friends in Slytherin..."

Her voice became quieter and quieter, as if she was unwilling to expose Nietzsche's current situation.

"When did Sherlock ask you to investigate the wizarding world?"

"Huh?" Hermione's hand, which was stretched towards his waist, stopped in mid-air. She finally held back and said, "I... yes, I just think this will make it easier for you to investigate."

When Nietzsche threw the last porcupine quill into the crucible and turned it clockwise with a spoon, his originally serious expression immediately became unsatisfactory.

Then, Hermione heard a "puff" of suppressed laughter beside her.

"Whether I have friends in Slytherin or not has no effect on me." He winked and grinned.

"You... you are really playing dumb!" Hermione's right hand finally turned away, "You clearly heard it from the beginning, yet you are still talking nonsense to me here!!"

"Ahh... I didn't expect you to actually believe it."

"Always, Nietzsche, you always have a reason! You just want to see me..."

But Snape had come up behind them without them knowing, and said coldly: "This is not the teahouse in Hogsmeade Village. Slytherin and Gryffindor will each be deducted...five points!"

Who knows if there are other ideas involved.

Listen to the resentment here. If Nietzsche were to say, this old bat, whose hair can be squeezed out of oil and whose steps are silent, is probably thinking of some psychological trauma.

At this time, he had already scooped a spoonful from the crucible in front of the two people, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then took two transparent bottles and stored Nietzsche's and Hermione's potions separately.

One of the bottles of medicine was slightly turbid; the other bottle was emerald green and translucent, with some sediment at the bottom.

"It seems that our future genius of magic spells is not omniscient and omnipotent."

Hell, why didn't he inherit anything from Sherlock's MD title?

"I just..." Nietzsche looked at the girl's happy profile, his heartbeats a few more times than in the first half of the class, "I just made room for others, no need to thank me."