Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The pure-bloods clung to their own little piece of land, vigorously promoted the pure-blood theory, opposed the establishment of diplomatic relations between wizards and Muggles, and even launched the First Magical War, which they have not yet completely lost.

Yes, it was the purebloods who started the war.

Nietzsche looked at the crudely recorded history of magic and never thought that the mysterious man whose name could not be mentioned was the culprit of everything.

The mysterious man is obviously a product of war, just like the guns and steam battleships invented during the Industrial Revolution...

Although Warrington is a half-blood wizard, he has been exposed to the magical world at a very young age, so he knows very little about Muggle history. Fortunately, there are little wizards like Hubble among the freshmen who can explain it to him.

Warrington's eyes were opened, and he was excited just by hearing about the magnificent weapons made by Muggles.

"So, the pure-bloods that have monopolized the wizarding world will fail one day?" He grabbed his clothes tightly with both hands. "I understand now. We don't have to join a team that is bound to lose."

If Nietzsche hadn't appeared, he might have turned to pureblood because of Flint's beating.

But it was precisely this hope that made Warrington firm in his original idea - he didn't have to be a dog for pure-bloods, and he could still get what he deserved.

"We are Slytherins, why do we have to give up our own greatest interests..."

Nietzsche observed carefully and felt intoxicated by these people's excitement. He loved to see these weak people stand up against the powerful.

This kind of moment makes the individual full of vitality.

"Yes, we are Slytherin." The little snakes of Muggle descent fell into fantasy and developed some contempt for the unspoken rules set by the pure-bloods.

Fantasy, of course you should fantasize...If you can't even fantasize, how can you have the courage to take the next step?

"Of course, this doesn't mean we have to retaliate in the same way as the purebloods, otherwise we would be no different from them." Nietzsche lobbied step by step, "How about starting with the smallest one and fully showing ourselves?"

The little snakes were intoxicated by his words.

No one wants to suppress themselves just to fit in with the environment.

"Isn't Salazar Slytherin also a friend of Gryffindor... He has never suppressed his own personality for the sake of others." Warrington suddenly realized, "Yes, I understand!"

Since Flint is making people afraid to speak out on the Quidditch team, he can go to other teams to exert pressure.

Warrington turned his head and looked at the Gryffindor table. In his impression, Wood was a good opponent, and his relationship with Marcus Flint was not good. Perhaps he could give it a try.

Nietzsche was somewhat bewildered by him.

Do you understand now? What do you understand?

"What I mean is that you don't have to care about the pure-blood rules. You can play with whoever you want. The more friends you have, the more benefits you can gain."

"That's right! I have always been in a misunderstanding. So that's why half-bloods and Muggles cannot beat pure-bloods in Slytherin. The most fundamental reason is that we have always been playing by other people's rules."

After Warrington's explanation, Hubble and Theodore seemed to understand a little bit, and there was more admiration in their eyes when they looked at Nietzsche.

He is worthy of being the one who isolated the pro-pure-blood faction in Slytherin. He has a different perspective on things. This is the real Slytherin!

Nietzsche watched Warrington pick up the glass full of juice and stride towards Gryffindor, taking a bite of the pie in silence.

There was something unfathomably absurd about the scene of Gryffindor's Keeper and Captain and Slytherin's former Chaser chatting on the eve of a Quidditch match.

Nietzsche always felt that Slytherin would be led astray by him...

Maybe, possibly, probably, probably.

Volume 1: Chapter 35 Slytherin Must Change

"There's nothing new in the wizarding world. The only thing that's worth being happy about is that I can break through time and feel how the Germans lived after the end of World War I. In addition, my Slytherin House is also very harmonious..."

Nietzsche stopped writing, looked at the wizards who were getting along with each other, and shrugged.

This is already the second weekend, and Slytherin has gradually split into two parts - the pro-pure-blood faction and the liberal faction.

It’s none of his business. Nietzsche could swear on this. Many things were figured out by the students themselves... Although he didn’t know what those people in Warrington had figured out, there had been a lot of new changes after all.

"Coward!" Hubble spat.

Such a gentleman...

"What happened?"

"You don't know, the day before yesterday Malfoy was deducted 20 points, and Potter was selected into the Quidditch team. He challenged Potter to a duel because of this unfair treatment, and the result...ha! He actually told that Squib Filch about it!"

Hiss~ Why are these techniques so similar?

Did Malfoy copy it from Hermione?

"I can't believe this is what happened to Malfoy's heir."

Hubble and a few other little snakes saw through it. On weekdays, Draco could only use his father to scare people. This cowardly behavior of avoiding battle made the liberals in Slytherin even more disgusted.

When Warrington went downstairs, he also greeted a burly Gryffindor next to him.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be Gryffindor Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood. As liberal Slytherins, it seems that they are not going to hide it anymore.

To paraphrase Nietzsche: If you want to choose selfishness, why choose a team that is bound to lose?

The professors in the guest seats didn't feel anything bad after seeing this change. Only Snape had a gloomy face, but he just stared blankly at the little snakes chatting with people from other colleges.

Suddenly Hubble stood up and replaced someone else to sit next to Nietzsche.

"Hey! The Gryffindor table is across the way!"

Hermione didn't reply to him. She looked absent-minded. She just turned her head mechanically and stared at him for a long time with a complicated expression.

"What's going on in your house?" She said tiredly, "Harry said that after the flying lesson that day, your former chaser has been pestering Wood to talk about Quidditch..."

This is not the point. The point is that the two of them had a very pleasant chat.

It was really weird. A former Slytherin team member was chatting enthusiastically with a Gryffindor captain. The Weasley twins even thought that Warrington was trying to gather information.

"This is Slytherin freedom, we like making friends."

"you sure?"

"Of course, it's just that they don't want to make friends with Malfoy." Nietzsche spread his hands helplessly, "Isn't this a good opportunity for you? Now you can expand the number of people in the study group."

It is called a study group, but in reality there are not many people.

Neville and Hermione's roommates would listen to her tutoring seriously, but Harry and Ron were just cramming at the last minute, and would only force themselves to memorize the book the night before the Potions class.

Hermione has privately complained about Gryffindor's learning environment more than once.

"You didn't sleep last night?" He noticed that Hermione had dark circles under her eyes. "Although I know you are worried about your grades, you don't have to stay up late to study like this."

But then, Nietzsche noticed that Hermione's eyes were wandering and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"I'm not... well, I'm just a little tired lately." Hermione was silent for a while, and seemed to realize that she was sitting in the Slytherin seat, and quickly stood up, "After all, magic is so wonderful, what do you think?"

She really can't lie.

Because he knew that Hermione had a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, she would like to draw up everything on a form, what should be done, what should not be done, and when to do what, so there is no such thing as staying up late to learn magic.

But Nietzsche did not immediately reveal the little secret that Hermione was unwilling to reveal.

"Hermione Granger? Is that the one that Professor McGonagall always praises in class?" Hubble showed some interest.

"If you want to learn something, just go find her." Nietzsche felt that he was being suspected, and immediately said innocently, "Platform...Apart from Professor Flitwick's Dueling Club, are there other learning platforms in Hogwarts?"

After much thought, Hubble and Theodore realized that there was indeed no extracurricular public platform in Hogwarts.

Although Hermione's "study group" was not a real club, it was always an excuse to deceive herself and allow people to truly feel the atmosphere of after-school study.

Besides, the school rules do not explicitly state that students are not allowed to study in groups without permission.

"The minimum age for joining the Duel Club is to pass the OWLs assessment. You still have five years before that. The platform is also very important in terms of social interaction."

If you don't want to be suppressed by the Malfoy, Parkinson and other families, you naturally have to know how to make rational use of all resources.

"I see, social tactics..."

"Just like the clubs at Oxford University!" Theodore Nott slapped his head and added to Hubble, "Many students from top and aristocratic schools can rely on this to gain connections after graduation."

The same reason.

In the future, no one knows what kind of achievements the people around them will make in the magic world. Maybe someone will become a businessman, a politician, a thief, an ordinary worker...

But this means that they can build new connections based on the friendships they once had on the platform. By that time, the network of relationships between individuals will spread throughout the entire wizarding world.

Dots are connected into lines, and lines are woven into surfaces.

This is a huge force, and it is made up of interests and friendships - an unbreakable alliance.

"So, this is why I let you go free." Niki wiped his hands with the tablecloth, raised his index finger and poked his heart, saying with a smile, "You will never make any waves under the rules of pure blood."

He looked at the time and found that it was almost time to go to the basement, otherwise Snape would nag in his ear for a long time again.

Nietzsche left the two men in thought and turned to walk towards the marble steps of the hall.

But they were unlucky. Malfoy and his friends had just finished dinner and were about to go back to the dormitory when they ran into Nietzsche on the basement stairs. They immediately looked at him with disgust.

Nietzsche casually brushed off the corner of his clothes that was touched, and said without turning his head: "Master Malfoy, maybe the pure-blood rules can still be used for a few years, but they are no longer applicable after I came here."

"What on earth are you trying to do?"

"Freedom!" he shouted. "Even assassination cannot stop the coming of a new era!"

The cheerful sound echoed in the basement corridor.

Without even turning his head, he stretched out his right hand and made a reverse 'V' sign to the people behind him.

Nietzsche is a student with great potential and full of unknowns, because you never know what he will do next, and he may even use something that just happened to achieve his own goals...at least in Snape's eyes.

The weekend is Nietzsche's potion training time and also Snape's observation time.

"Your task today is to make the Living Hell Potion." Snape acted like a normal professor only when he talked about potions. "But before that, I need you to explain all the procedures."

There were only two of them in the entire underground classroom.

The only things that could accompany Nietzsche here were the copper crucible, scale, and silver knife in front of him.

"Clean the crucible first..." Niece scraped the inside of the crucible with his fingers. "If there are stains on the copper or tin crucible, the possibility of the potion turning into poison will be greatly increased."

Snape had never taken his eyes off the other person since he entered the room.

In response to Nietzsche's narration, he just made a long nasal sound to remind the other party to continue. He was now looking at the uncontrollable changes in Slytherin and had a lot of worries and doubts.

"Then chop up the narcissus root and add the wormwood infusion until the liquid in the crucible resembles a cup of coffee without milk."

"Most of the witches' habits and medicines are preserved from the Middle Ages. At that time, only valerian was called a 'panacea' and had a sedative effect. It was the perfect match for sleeping beans."

The accurate narration process made Snape squint his eyes and enjoy it very much.

"Potions...are magical, right?" Snape circled around him, as if always wanting to find fault. "Even if a Muggle has all the raw materials for a potion and follows all the steps, they still can't make it."

This was what Snape was most proud of.

But Nietzsche understood what he meant. It was obvious that the head of Slytherin didn't like Muggles and didn't like the gradual changes taking place in Slytherin.

It was as if he was created specifically to criticize Nietzsche.

"Because of the 'stirring' step, wizards always use magic to guide when stirring with their wands."

"That's right. That's why Muggles and Squibs who can't use magic can't make potions." Snape stopped behind him and said proudly, "If you don't have magic, it's useless even if you deduce all the ingredients of the potion."

That's true, otherwise Holmes would not have reached a dead end.

But unfortunately, Snape only noticed what Muggles couldn't do, while Nietzsche only focused on what Muggles could do and could do it to the extreme.

"But Muggles will at least write down the dosage and proportion of narcissus root powder and sleepy bean juice."

"The cauldrons in the wizarding world are all different sizes, so everyone will make a slight variation of the measurement to around one spoonful." Although Snape was unhappy because the other party was superior from the Muggle perspective, he still explained it.

Potions... Only on this matter did Snape waste his breath.

"Then the question is, why isn't there a standard for wizard's cauldrons?"

"Isn't it strange that each company has a different producer? Mr. Holmes, you should worry about making it before going to bed today instead of focusing your energy on others."

Light the fire and grind the narcissus root while waiting for the crucible to heat up.

Nietzsche's goal has been achieved. From the side details, he can roughly understand a corner of the magic world. Obviously, the things that the government departments here are responsible for are very trivial and disorganized.

Firstly, the politics and academics of the Ministry of Magic can be completely divided.

Secondly, regarding individual operators who sell crucibles and other items, they only need to ensure that the items are not inferior products. In other words, the capacity affected by the shape or carvings is not their responsibility.

This leads to a very serious problem - because of the Ministry of Magic's lack of control, the dosage of the potion can never be kept consistent.

"No wonder it's so blurry..."

Nietzsche couldn't care less and could only pour a standard spoonful into the crucible.