Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Having said that, it is indeed surprising that Harry Potter, a wizard who grew up in an ordinary family, has such a high talent in this area.

Amid the stares and cheers, Harry charged towards Malfoy, but the latter dodged nimbly.

Finally, Malfoy threw the glass ball out with force, and Harry leaned down, leaning outward, holding the broom with his left hand to prevent himself from falling, and caught the memory ball with his right hand when it was only 0.6 meters from the ground.

The Gryffindors embraced him and celebrated loudly.

Some of the Slytherins looked at Harry with envy and fell into deep thought.

"Harry Potter!"

Following the sound, she saw Professor McGonagall hurried over from the castle tower. She had just seen Harry's series of flying postures in her office.

"How dare you..." Anger flashed behind his glasses. But his words were full of fear and concern. "Do you know that if you were not careful, you would break your neck if you did that just now?"

"It's not his fault, it's Malfoy..."

"Shut up! Miss Parvati."

Before Madam Hooch could get back, Professor McGonagall grabbed Harry by the collar and dragged him out, striding towards the castle.

But it was clearly Malfoy's fault, so Gryffindor, led by Parvati and Ron, vented their anger towards Slytherin. But Slytherin was so proud that they naturally would not tolerate it.

The good impression that Gryffindor had of Slytherin, which had been raised because of Nietzsche, fell to zero again because of Malfoy.

Harry didn't know that as soon as he left, the two groups began to confront each other.

"If Harry is going to be expelled from school, why don't we take Malfoy to the professor? There were two people flying in the sky just now. You don't need to lose your own interests because of Malfoy."

Hermione didn't want to divert the conflict, so she pulled out the smug Malfoy who was hiding behind the crowd.

The little Slytherin snakes thought about it and realized that this was true.

This matter has nothing to do with them...It was Malfoy who bullied Neville, and it was also Malfoy who provoked Potter, so why should they stand in front of him?

Even though they didn't have a good relationship with Gryffindor, they weren't stupid and it was obvious who was causing trouble for whom.

Whether because he had figured it out or because he didn't want to get involved in unnecessary trouble, Theodore was the first to make way, followed by Hubble, and then people one after another made way from both sides.

Nietzsche whistled briskly.

"Everyone, Slytherins are all resourceful people. They should be able to distinguish the pros and cons."

Volume 1: Chapter 33: Slytherin's Choice

The headmaster of Hogwarts is Albus Dumbledore.

Being the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the greatest wizard of the century is a very busy job!

He was either eating the latest dessert, or walking around the castle with his hands behind his back, humming to himself. Besides that, he also had to chat with the Sorting Hat which had just woken up... naturally, he couldn't pay attention to all the students at the first time.

"Minerva?" He looked at the old professor who pushed the door open, a little surprised, "I don't remember giving you anything to do recently..."

Professor McGonagall, who was originally in a good mood, immediately pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not doing this for this kind of thing, and - you can't push all the principal's duties onto me again!" She severely rebuked the other party's shameless behavior, "There won't be a next time!!"

Huh? This sentence sounds familiar.

McGonagall conjured up a wooden chair, and after sitting down, she discovered that there was a bat hidden behind Dumbledore.

"Okay, okay, I'll pay attention." Dumbledore grabbed a handful of crawling cockroaches from the bowl beside him and nodded perfunctorily, "So you climbed to the eighth floor just to ask me for a raise?"

"It's about the Gryffindor Quidditch team. You know - ever since Charlie graduated and went to Romania to study dragons, the team's strength has been declining. They can't even beat Slytherin."

Snape cleared his throat.

Although this was meant to praise the Slytherin team as being better than the Gryffindor team, it still sounded a bit strange.

"Ah - yes, that's right." Dumbledore licked the chocolate syrup on his lips and temporarily focused his attention on McGonagall. "You were also a chaser in your time. If there is a suitable candidate..."

"Harry Potter."

"You decide for yourself... What? Harry? Isn't he only a first year!"

Hearing the name, Snape frowned instinctively, and his dark eyes turned to McGonagall, who was wearing a green wizard robe.

"Albus, I saw with my own eyes that he caught a small ball from a height of more than ten meters with one hand while hanging upside down!" Her eyes lit up when she talked about Quidditch. "He is a genius chaser!"

The only drawback is that Harry Potter is only in the first grade.

First-year students are not allowed to participate in Quidditch, they must be at least second or third year.

Even Headmaster Dumbledore, who came from Gryffindor House, had to think carefully as he needed to consider the impact of the professors making exceptions to the school rules.

"Mr. Potter always gets more favoritism." Snape felt sick about it. "In the past, Gryffindor students took the lead in ignoring discipline and were not punished. Now? They can even be praised."

"Severus..." Dumbledore felt a headache.

McGonagall said expressionlessly, "I have devoted my whole life to this school and I don't need any material rewards, Albus... Of course, after I fell in the competition, I always wanted someone to complete my life."

Finally, Dumbledore couldn't stand it anymore and could only sigh and nod slightly.

Since the vice-headmaster has said so much, if he doesn't let her go, it would be a waste of all the hard work Professor McGonagall has put into the school.

"Oh, right." He turned his thoughts back to the previous topic, not avoiding Minerva who was present. "Severus, the child you mentioned has been very close to Quirrell recently?"

He knew Quirinus Quirrell, a good graduate.

The reason why Dumbledore gave him the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was because he had taught Muggle Studies before and had the qualifications and solid theory. The only shortcoming was that he had no background.

But in his opinion, this shortcoming is harmless.

But since Quirrell came back, things have changed a lot. The strong contrast made it hard for Snape not to doubt.

"Close?" Snape cast a quick, cold glance at him. "The spell that broke Malfoy's arms last time was a new trick invented by Nietzsche and Quirrell."

Professor McGonagall glanced back and forth between the two of them in confusion.

She knew about the duel, and she could also see the changes in Quirrell, but what did this have to do with that kid Nietzsche?

"It's possible that Quirrell taught him, Albus. You can't doubt an eleven-year-old child without reason!"

"But that's just a levitation spell..." Dumbledore's words hit her hard. "I know Quirinus very well. For some reason, he didn't study the standard spells in depth when he was a student."

"That was actually just a levitation spell?!"

If these words came from anyone else, Professor McGonagall would think it would be a magical joke.

"So young, so smart, and he remained unshaken even when isolated by his classmates. He... I'm sorry." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with apology behind his half-moon lenses. "I'm worried that he might go astray because of some people in Slytherin."

"Is that the man you're talking about?"

Professor McGonagall just thought his last sentence was nonsense.

As a professor and dean, she must not think that a college is bad or even lead people astray.

"No! Of course not!" Dumbledore was stunned, then he smiled easily and glanced to the side, "He is very similar to Severus, but much better than him, so I am just worried."

"His Potions class is a mess."

There always seemed to be only sarcastic malice in Snape's words.

"But you can't assume that he will learn bad things just because he is in Slytherin, Albus. Your idea is wrong in education... Besides, isn't Snape still standing in the headmaster's office intact?"

Although Nietzsche was not her student, Professor McGonagall still tried her best to treat every student equally.

Dumbledore knew what was wrong, of course, but as the headmaster who ended the First World Wizarding War and the First Great Wizarding War in Britain, he naturally had a special point of view.

"In fact, Slytherin's selection criteria include not only shrewdness, cunning, ambition, and selfishness, but also the most important one - contempt for certain laws and regulations."

"Just because of this?" McGonagall curled her lips, "Do you think I haven't taught those Slytherins? I haven't seen many of them who truly possess these qualities. The Sorting Hat is just talking nonsense."

Let’s not talk about Malfoy and the Slytherin prefects for now.

Speaking of ambition and pursuit of achievement, she seemed to see it most in Ravenclaw.

But Snape said calmly: "Pure-bloods are not automatically sorted into Slytherin. The reason why those idiots can get in is because they have no other qualities except bloodline."

He seemed to have forgotten that he was the Head of Slytherin.

"And according to Severus' observation, this Mr. Holmes is obviously the opposite of him."

Nietzsche admired Muggles more, and his contempt for pure-bloods was exactly the same as the contempt that pure-bloods had for non-pure-bloods, perhaps even more profound.

"Who said that? A principal who has been handing over his work to the vice-principal for years?"

"It's me!" A loud roar came from behind Snape, "I'm never wrong! Believe me, Slytherin is definitely the best choice for that child!"

But Professor McGonagall had left.

She always felt that as a professor, she should not maintain a deeply inquiring mind. It seemed that Dumbledore was really getting old and confused. Didn't he remember that he had made a mistake once?

"Even if the students really took the wrong path, it's the teacher's fault..." She walked downstairs, muttering to herself in the dark.

(PS: In the original novel "Deathly Hallows", there are Muggle wizards in Slytherin, it is not a second creation)

Volume 1: Chapter 34: Warrington Wants Revenge

Malfoy never dreamed that one day he would be sold out by his classmates.

Maybe the Slytherins thought his behavior was too cheap and simply didn't bother to play with him. After Madam Hooch deducted 20 points from Malfoy, the little snakes left with Nietzsche unknowingly after class.

"That's it. Professor McGonagall has recruited me into the Quidditch team and I'm going to start training next week."

"You are definitely the youngest player in the history of Hogwarts. You have a bright future!"

Malfoy, who had just returned to the auditorium from the lawn, immediately heard the conversation between several people.

If looks could kill, Nietzsche felt that he had been cut into pieces by Malfoy. In the eyes of the other party, he was a thief who stole his status and respect in the academy.

Malfoy, Goyle and Crabbe were seen striding towards Harry.

"Why did our score suddenly drop so much?" Warrington, who had just been discussing the team configuration with prefect Gemma, suddenly found that the emerald in the hourglass was much less than in the morning.

"Of course, Malfoy got into trouble during the flying lesson."

Hubble spat, but didn't dare to speak too loudly because of the professors sitting in the guest of honor seat.

Except for the Muggle wizards in Slytherin, some half-bloods have a decreasing impression of pure-bloods. They subconsciously compare Nietzsche and Malfoy, only to find that the latter does not possess many of the qualities of Slytherin.

When it comes to deducting points, it's always Draco Malfoy's clique.

"What trouble has Malfoy gotten himself into again?"

"He relied on his background to bully Neville. That's all he can do."

When Warrington saw that some of the freshmen were beginning to feel dissatisfied, an idea immediately came to his mind.

Since Marcus relies on Malfoy, why can't these scattered half-bloods and Muggle-borns find a point of convergence?

It is normal to put interests first, but the most difficult thing is to make sure that one's own interests do not conflict with the interests of others and that everyone has a share, so he cannot use Nietzsche as a tool.

No, I can’t do it.

"But even so, he still has a lot of supporters in Slytherin. Finding a job in the future will be a hassle, but it is not a difficult task for Malfoy, who has a wealthy family."

As soon as Warrington's burly figure sat down, the freshmen around him immediately quieted down.

He seemed like a tough guy, and the freshmen didn't know who Warrington was, and thought he was a pro-pure-blood wizard.

"But what others give is ultimately theirs, just like a slave taking charity from his master, which only makes him identify more deeply with his slave status."

Nietzsche cut the beef pie slowly and methodically, making the outside crispy and locking all the juice and butter inside. The chef at Hogwarts is truly a top-notch expert.

If it were placed outside, I'm afraid all the royal restaurants would fight over it.

Warrington suddenly smiled, which eased the atmosphere a little.

"Yes, once the master is gone, the things left behind will naturally belong to the slaves, but...the wealth was originally created by the slaves."

"Senior Warrington, I can't buy a slave and give him his freedom." Nietzsche said bluntly, "Only when the slave stands up on his own can he be truly free."

He knew, of course, what Warrington meant.

The other side wants the captain of the Quidditch team, but he doesn't obey Flint, so he wants to win him over, but the problem is that Nietzsche doesn't want to be anyone's master.

"Do you know about the American Civil War?"

"Wizarding America, or..."

"The backward slavery system in the South seriously affected the trade and industrial development of the North, so the conflict between the two sides intensified, and finally the Southerners died under the slavery they promoted."

Muggles and half-blood wizards are the North, while half-bloods are the backward South.