Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Nietzsche looked at the childish Hermione in astonishment, not knowing what to say for a moment.

If Watson knew what had happened to her since the beginning of the school year, he might not say anything. But it was different for Mary, because she was a teacher herself.

"Did the Sorting Hat ever say...you might be a better fit for Slytherin than me."

The magic was with him, and I really hoped Hermione wouldn't become a lady like Aunt Irene.

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"Tell me, have you ever exposed him to the dark arts."

"Everything is up to you... I've already asked him to go to the restricted books section. It won't be long before he knows."

"Very good~"

Quirrell stood in front of the floor-length mirror in the room. He had completely removed his turban, leaving only a bald head. His skin was paler than when he first came in.

But if you look a little more carefully, you will find that his scalp is wrinkled and too smooth to look like a head.

And with that hoarse, low sound, the skin on the top of his head would wrinkle, just like a person would twist his body to get more comfortable when sitting on a sofa.

"Master... Master, I know where the thing is hidden, but there are always people patrolling there..."

"Idiot! Isn't it enough to just kill one person to divert attention?"

Quirrell's body trembled. He looked very scared and looked at the mirror with a sad face.

He is laughing...

"But Dumbledore will...will find out..."

"You don't even dare to kill a person...coward..." Perhaps he felt that what Quirrell said made sense, so he simply changed the subject, "How is the potion I asked you to prepare? Remember to send it out."

"That Muggle?" Quirrell hunched over again and begged, "Master...please, I can do anything for you. He is just a Muggle and cannot help you achieve your goal."

"Of course...of course, that Muggle is just part of the big plan. Give him my improved poison and the deal is done."

His voice was so weak, so weak that he seemed to fall into a deep sleep after saying a few words.

"Those Muggles stole the poison formula you gave me, thinking they could copy it."

"Heh, Muggles... Stupid..."

Quirrell called out quietly a few more times, and was relieved when he heard no response. The smile on his face became more mocking, but he still controlled his emotions and did not show them.

Yes, he did introduce Nietzsche to the dark arts.

However, the purpose of getting in touch with black magic was to study it, not just to learn it blindly like he used to...Anyway, he didn't lie, so he wasn't noticed.

"Nietzsche, thanks to you, I can find myself again." He looked at the messy papers on the table filled with notes.

Delving into the nature of magic was so attractive that one could easily become absorbed in it if one was not careful. Quirrell put on his turban again and before going out, he drew out his wand and pointed it at his chin.

Before going out to prepare for the mission, he needs to be fully prepared.

Turning reality and dreams upside down, Quirrell, this is what you are best at, and you have been good at it since you were a child.

"Confuse the public!"

With a tremor in his body, he escaped from reality.

Volume 1: Chapter 37: Halloween Eve

After a few days of reading, Nietzsche found that his argument was correct - the limit of the wizard is the upper limit of thought.

On this point, Transfiguration perfectly illustrates his argument.

"Mr. Holmes, please put away the Charms books in my class." Professor McGonagall walked to his desk and said helplessly, "Someone in Gryffindor already knows the Conversion Spell. Turning a match into a needle is nothing."

Do I even need to think about that guy from Gryffindor?

This spell was something that only fourth-year students should learn, but Hermione was the only first-year Gryffindor student who understood it.

However, thanks to the study group, many little snakes also learned this knowledge beyond the school year, and because the basic theory was filled in, Slytherin's Transfiguration course progressed a little faster.

Slytherin Snake: Nietzsche was right, Granger's talent is really wasted in Gryffindor!

"The first person to conjure up a teacup from the snail on your table gets five points!"

There are many kinds of experimental subjects in the Transfiguration classroom, from those flying in the sky to those growing on the ground. These are small animals used to train young wizards in Transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium, looking at the Slytherins below. Now that they have been completely integrated into the college, their studies are progressing very rapidly. Last week, everyone could turn matches into silver needles.

So in this class, we have already started learning about the transformation of living things.

"I have a question!" Nietzsche asked in confusion, looking at the slowly crawling snail on the table.

"Please say~"

"If I don't know what a teacup looks like, can I still make one?"

"Of course... no." Professor McGonagall focused her eyes on him and gave him a rare smile. "Because of this, sometimes the transformed object will make some small mistakes due to wizards."

"So some of the errors come from understanding?"

Mag didn't understand for a moment. After thinking carefully about the performance of students from various colleges, she nodded slowly.

During the first transformation exercise, she asked students to transform a match into a needle, but even if everyone succeeded, there would be many subtle differences.

For example, some silver needles are thicker, some have wider threading holes, and some look like antiques in a museum...

"Yes, but there is no standard for these errors. As long as the object is correct, it is enough. What's the problem?"

"No, I just happened to have an idea..."

"Ideas? Is this about Professor Flitwick or Quirinus?" McGonagall glared at him, "One point deduction from Slytherin. Why can't you pay attention like Miss Granger?"

it has started!

The comparison method unique to the Transfiguration class, its reference object is always Hermione Granger.

"Because I don't intend to take away Hermione's favorite. If Professor McGonagall also becomes my after-school teacher, she might kill me out of jealousy."

"Stop talking nonsense here!"

But when everyone started to concentrate on practicing, Professor McGonagall turned around and laughed secretly a few times.

This is the student Dumbledore needs to pay attention to?

In her opinion, they are just like children, except that they are sweeter and speak more humorously. Professor McGonagall is happy to get along with such students in class because it makes her feel comfortable.

Professor McGonagall put her hands in front of her, looked behind him and smiled: "I don't know if Granger will be sad about this, but what is certain is that your classmates can't do without your help now..."

That's it, she had long been unhappy with Slytherin led by Snape.

It is normal for classmates to take care of each other. She was thinking about Nietzsche's future in her mind. If nothing unexpected happens, he might be a good teacher.

But she was wrong about one thing - Slytherin was not as united as Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, but a community of interests.

This was even more evident during Friday's Potions class.

In order to make their image a little more positive, the little snakes can remind the lions next to them who have made mistakes from time to time... After all, when they look back in the future, they don't want others to think of them as bad people.

"When grinding the lavender into powder, add the Flobberworm slime. Do not add them separately."

Neville heard his leader remind him without even raising his head.

He was still a little hesitant, but when he saw Snape walking in front of him, he immediately threw the materials at hand into the mortar.

Then Snape stopped in front of Neville. He didn't dare to breathe, for fear that he would lose points for blowing the powder away because of his breathing. Fortunately, Snape just pulled out an ugly corner of his mouth.

He glanced at the little snake next to him and said coldly: "Mr. Longbottom doesn't look that stupid."

Neville finally felt relieved. As soon as the old bat passed him and went to trouble the next unlucky guy, he immediately gave the Slytherin beside him a silly smile to express his gratitude.

“Thank you…thank you…”

"Just call me Theodore," Nott said calmly.

"If only Malfoy was like that among all of you." Neville stammered in a low voice, "I thought you...you were looking for Hermione just to..."

Theodore Nott had twenty seconds to adjust the flame to medium with his wand.

"For a prank? We don't have the time for that... Granger has put aside her prejudices and helped us a lot. Why should we tease her?"

However, he did not finish his words. He just looked over the shoulders of the two Gryffindor girls in front of him and looked at Nietzsche and Hermione in the front row. The two of them were very well coordinated in the steps of making the potion.

As soon as the former finished processing, the latter grabbed the materials and threw them into the crucible, as if everything was precisely timed.

Playing a trick on Hermione Granger?

Not to mention whether they are that boring, even if they do so, I'm afraid Nietzsche will be the first to come to them quietly.

"Sorry." Neville scratched his head. Knowing he was not good at talking, he didn't say much.

"What's going on lately?" Ron felt the subtle changes around him and said in disbelief, "Slytherin and Gryffindor coexist peacefully? Are they crazy, or am I crazy?!"

When he saw that Neville was actually helped by a Slytherin, he thought he was hallucinating and rubbed his eyes hard.

But Harry's mind was not on that, he just nodded in agreement: "Don't you know Hermione's study group? I heard her say that those Slytherins are there to have a good study environment after class."

It is also distinguished from after-school tutoring.

He had seen his cousin Dudley before. Sometimes, because his grades were too poor, Mr. and Mrs. Vernon would always hire some tutors to give him compulsory tutoring on weekends...

This is completely different because they can go wherever they want, and when they want to study, they can just go to the library and meet someone and sit together.

"Aha, it seems that you two are very confident in your potion skills." Snape suddenly came behind the two of them, leaned down, and put his head between them, "Mr. Weasley's sleeping potion will not turn into madness later."

This was not the end. He then stretched out his index finger from his sleeve and dipped some dry powder into the mortar in Ron's hand.

"Five points from Gryffindor. I made it very clear in last class that the two ingredients must be mixed together!"

Snape showed a triumphant look on his face. He finally found an unlucky person in this class.

"But that's not what the book says!" Harry flipped open the book unconvinced, "It says... you only need to add two kinds of powdered materials into the crucible."

"Now our Mr. Potter starts to think that everything in the book is right again." Professor Snape scolded, "Gryffindor will be deducted two points, Potter, put away your arrogance, this is not your flying class!"

Then he threw his black robe and strode towards the front row.

He just wanted to see something that would cheer him up, so he walked to the front row and glanced at the cauldron into which Hermione had just dropped four portions of valerian.

An almost perfect potion, and it actually came from Gryffindor...Snape gave Nietzsche a quick look.

"If you want the lavender to be ground into a fine paste, you need to add a drop of caterpillar mucus when grinding it in advance." The professor poured some lavender potion into the bottle, "Gryffindor... add one point."

This was something he had covered last Friday, and apparently Hermione had taken note of it.

This is what a well-behaved student should do, instead of blindly following the backward knowledge in books and taking a detour on his own.

"Do you think there's a possibility that the old bat gave extra points because Nietzsche was sitting next to him?" Lavender shrank back from her chair and hid her face behind the crucible.

But Parvati's opinion was completely opposite to hers.

"Not like..."

"why?"

"If that's the case, Snape could have just banned Nietzsche and Hermione from sitting together."

Halloween is getting closer and closer.

Comparatively speaking, Hermione was also becoming increasingly busy. While she was worrying about her studies, she also had to move around between different people.

Even Harry and Ron had to squeeze in with others because of their various subjects and homework, especially Harry, who not only had to face those homework, but also Quidditch training three nights a week.

And it was impossible for Hermione to tutor the two of them in Potions individually in the Gryffindor common room as she had done at the beginning of the term.

"She and Nietzsche have been in the library recently." Ron looked very frustrated. "Yes, mixed with those Slytherins, even Neville has changed. Harry... don't tell me you want to go too."

"Am I expecting you to help me with History of Magic and Potions?"

Harry shook his head and had to go to the library entrance alone through the secret door of the movable staircase.

As soon as he entered, he could see several long tables put together. Dozens of people were crowded there, discussing and studying with each other. The windows were closed, and the warm temperature made him feel dazed.

When Harry found a seat and sat down, the trance became even stronger as he listened to the rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other.

"You're finally here..." Hermione just greeted her hurriedly.

"Harry?" Nietzsche sat next to the girl and waved his hand. "You can borrow Theodore and Hubble's notes temporarily. If you don't come soon, there will be no room here."

Harry looked around at the students, most of whom were Slytherins.

However, those people just glanced up at him at most, and were busy with their own homework, interrupting from time to time to remind him of his mistakes. Harry had never experienced normal relationships with classmates before.