Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

He only raised his head when Nietzsche came over.

"How is it?" Nietzsche hooked his shoulder happily.

"Like a dream..." Harry said in a low voice, lowering his head.

"In fact, they heard you were coming and made full preparations." He pointed at the little snake opposite Harry, "Don't think they are so obedient now. When they return to the dormitory, they will definitely be happy in their hearts."

Is this still the stern and conservative Slytherin?

Harry couldn't believe it until he heard several coughs and Slytherin's dissatisfaction, a kind of humiliation after being exposed in the face.

But Hermione seemed unhappy. She asked while reading a book, "Are you here alone?"

"Ahem... Ron... Ron, he has something else to do..."

"Come on, he just doesn't want to admit that I'm right!" Hermione snorted softly, "He's prejudiced against another house. I don't understand how this is any different from Slytherin back then."

Nietzsche listened to the conversation between the two and felt a little confused.

So he came close to Hermione and asked curiously, "Is it about the duel between you and Malfoy that day?"

Hermione nodded without saying anything else. Being caught in the middle, she only weighed the pros and cons briefly before turning her attention back to other people. She would not give up everything she had now because of something like this.

She shook her head in disappointment.

"I'm going to go back and rest first." "Me too."

As time went by, many people returned to their respective lounges.

At this time, Hermione and Harry exchanged glances, and they both stared at each other, shaking their heads.

"What do you want to say?" He closed the book.

Harry cleared his throat, hesitated for a long time, and finally kicked the ball to Hermione again.

"You say it."

"That's your business, Harry... I don't want to get involved in that." Hermione turned her head and glanced at Nietzsche quickly, and added, "No one is willing, including Nietzsche, that's all."

But the more she said this, the more Nietzsche's curiosity grew.

Harry's emerald eyes nervously looked at the people at the end of the long table.

"Do you know about the robbery of Gringotts?"

"If Gringotts has only been robbed once recently... then I should know."

"Yes, that's it!" Harry lowered his head and waited until Nietzsche came closer before continuing, "The report said the murderer took nothing, but I know where the thing is hidden. I saw Hagrid take it with my own eyes."

Hagrid... that huge giant... had Harry seen him in person?

Nietzsche's thoughts were instantly brought to the time before school started, when he was waiting in Gringotts for Watson to exchange pounds for gold Galleons. He did see the tall giant, and the familiar figure might be Harry.

"I know he's hidden, but he's guarded by a three-headed dog..."

"I see. The murderer didn't know that Hagrid had already taken the treasure, and that the treasure was hidden in the school."

True to Nietzsche's words, Harry didn't need to tell the whole story from beginning to end.

"Someone's trying to steal it! Nietzsche!"

"But this is Hogwarts," Hermione interrupted him. "Who would want to come here when the most powerful wizard of this century is the headmaster?"

If that's the case, it would be better to go directly to Azkaban. It would be more convenient and save trouble.

Volume 1: Chapter 38: Quirrell's Abnormality

Hermione thought it was impossible for a thief to break into Hogwarts.

Although Nietzsche wanted to refute her, at the moment, Hermione's words made sense. Unless the treasure was priceless, he would not be willing to let a thief risk being caught and sent to Azkaban and jump around under Dumbledore's nose.

Harry originally wanted to let Nietzsche give it a try, but he didn't think too much about it, so he temporarily put aside the fact that there was a treasure hidden in the corridor on the fourth floor.

The next day, when Hermione finished her homework with satisfaction, trouble came knocking.

Nietzsche, who had just finished his Herbology class, saw Hermione frowning in the distance as he passed the central courtyard. On the other side was Ron, with Harry between them.

"You asked Harry to tell Nietzsche about this?" Ron shouted, who had just come out of the Charms classroom.

"What else?" Hermione asked bluntly.

"You...you knew that the one who caused us to run around that day was Slytherin! Now, you want to tell them about it! Sorry, I forgot...you are in the same group with them."

In fact, when Harry was provoked by Malfoy that day, the first person he called was Hermione, but the only experienced person didn't intend to get involved in such matters again.

I said this for the last time, and it’s the last time.

Hermione sneered as if she had heard something funny. "If it's because we want to learn from each other, then we are indeed in the same group. Not only that, I will be in the same group with Ravenclaw in the future!"

She didn't think she had done anything wrong.

Nietzsche saw Harry, who was sandwiched between the two men with a sad face, and he glanced to the left, then immediately glanced to the right, making it difficult for him to get a word in.

"Ignorance! You are so stubborn!"

"I'm ignorant?!" Ron was extremely upset. "I've known since I was a child how many dark wizards there are in Slytherin and how many innocent people they have killed. It doesn't matter if you are friends with Nietzsche, but at least don't tell everything to others!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him towards him.

It seemed as if all this was because of Hermione that Harry did this. Ron forgot that his friend had freedom - if Harry didn't want to say it, it would be useless even if Hermione gave suggestions.

"No wonder you don't have many friends in Gryffindor, maybe you'd be better suited to Ravenclaw!"

Hermione was angry at first, but then she calmed down again. She stared at Ron expressionlessly until the latter lowered his head because of nervousness, then she turned and walked towards the tower with the movable staircase.

She needed to go to the library and be alone.

Even Harry looked at Ron in surprise when he heard this.

"Are you crazy? Although she is usually very tough, at least she treats us as friends..."

If it were someone else, they might have gone up to Ron to ask for an explanation, but Nietzsche didn't, even though he also hated Weasley's words... because such radical measures would only make the conflict more acute.

But this is also a good thing.

Because Hermione is a very strong person, she will not allow others to make any unreasonable accusations against her behavior, so Ron's emotional language is just a catalyst.

"Let me think, maybe I can go to the library and read some books before the Halloween party starts tonight."

Today is the last day of October, and tonight is Halloween Eve. This time is usually the craziest party time, so the last time to enter the library today is during this time.

After all...teachers and staff also need to rest on Halloween.

Nietzsche lamented that he was truly a wizard who loved to learn and was considerate of others.

Of course, if he happened to see Hermione and if she was sad, he could comfort her.

Entering from the central courtyard to the main gate, you can see that every corner of the castle is filled with those bizarre decorations -

The fragrance and sweetness of roasted pumpkin could be smelled in the hall alone; the armor on the wall would make eerie howls when people passed by; and the flames in the pumpkin lanterns were also blue, flickering, and bats would fly out from time to time.

"Happy Halloween, Nietzsche!"

Professor Flitwick dressed up as a garden gnome and threw candy to every student he met on the road.

"This is your reward for not making trouble in class..." He also quietly stuffed a blue frog-shaped hard candy in it, "This is Honeydukes' latest mint toad candy. Don't tell me it's from me."

Everyone has no classes in the afternoon, and the professors have a rare chance to relax.

At this time, he saw Professor Quirrell staggering out of the corridor on the left side of the hall. When he saw Nietzsche, he smiled and nodded, and quickly wiped his muddy hands onto his clothes.

When Nietzsche walked in, the smell of garlic was different from usual, and it was a bit sour and smelly.

"The banquet will start in a little while, Quirinus, change into some clean clothes!" Flitwick pinched his nose and retched a few times, "Did you fall into the toilet?"

Quirrell blinked and glanced nervously at Nietzsche.

"I went to dig herbs.. As you know, Sprout's greenhouse likes to use dragon dung as fertilizer..."

When they are in class on weekdays, you can still smell something even with a stuffy nose. The garlic and pumpkin scents cannot be covered up.

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes and, out of habit, looked at the professor from head to toe, but Quirrell also noticed his gaze, so he waved his hand with a smile and hurried upstairs.

As if he didn't want to disturb the two people's interest.

"Didn't he dislike Potions before?" Flitwick looked at his back and muttered while turning his gaze to another student.

But Nietzsche knew that the professor had not told the whole story.

If you dig herbs from the greenhouse normally, the mud will not stick to the sides of your shoes. Today the weather is cold and dry, so it is impossible that there is mud on the road. The only wet places outside are by the Black Lake and... the Forbidden Forest.

Did he go to the Forbidden Forest to dig herbs?

Nietzsche walked to the fifth floor while thinking.

Perhaps the young wizards all wanted to experience the castle during the festival, and Hermione was the only one in the library...so he happened to pick up a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and happened to sit opposite Hermione.

He didn't say anything, just read by himself. The quiet atmosphere made Hermione think she was back in elementary school.

"Today is the first holiday in Hogwarts."

After a while, Hermione was the first to lose her patience.

"So?" Nietzsche raised his head and gave her a strange look.

"Don't you all like to wear those weird clothes and ask for candy everywhere? The library..." She suddenly realized that she couldn't look at the other person with normal eyes, but still stiffened her neck and said, "The library is not a good place to come now."

In fact, Hermione didn't read a word of it.

She sat like this for hours, staring at the words in the book, as if she could see the true nature of magic through these Latin words.

"Miss Granger, perhaps you haven't noticed it yourself, but I still want to say that in the two hours and twenty-four minutes since I sat there, you have only turned the page three times, and one of those times was forward."

"What about you?" Hermione, who was exposed, simply stopped pretending and pushed the book forward, blushing and saying, "Look...look...I'm reading so carefully, are you just reading the book?"

Nietzsche raised his head silently and stared into those chocolate-colored eyes.

Hermione glared back not to be outdone, and the two of them just stared at each other across the table, as if whoever gave up first would lose.

Suddenly, a cough was heard from the end of the long table. Madam Pince slapped her chest violently. She had just choked while drinking water while watching the duel between the two. When she noticed that the two had turned their heads, she quickly waved her hand to signal them.

"Don't worry about me, you...you guys continue...continue..."

But after this interruption, it was impossible for them to restore the atmosphere.

The two of them pursed their lips and finally laughed together.

"You should go...go for a walk with your friends." Hermione lowered her head, her cheeks puffed up again, "Someone as popular as you will definitely get the most candy from the professors."

Nietzsche seemed to reject her proposal.

"Usually on holidays like this, I stay in the house waiting for Mrs. Hudson to bring up the candy that hasn't been given away. What about you?"

"Me?" Hermione looked sad, her eyes full of envy, "On holidays like this, I usually just stay at home and watch others get candy..."

But before he could finish his words, Nietzsche waved his wand and returned "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" to its original place. Madam Pince at the end of the long table looked at Nietzsche who stood up and tidied his clothes, shaking her head and sighing.

In fact, she herself didn't know why she felt sorry.

Hermione looked at the empty seat opposite her, listened to the cheerful voices outside, and sighed.

Perhaps the banquet had already begun, and Madam Pince would close the library soon. She didn't want to make things too difficult for the faculty and staff, because Hermione knew how precious this kind of entertaining festival was to them.

Suddenly, she felt something jumping above her head. She reached out and grabbed it, and found it was a blue frog candy.

"I almost forgot. Professor Flitwick gave me two. He said... This is the reward for us not making trouble in class. I heard it is the latest product of Honeydukes..."

Hermione turned around and found Nietzsche leaning against the oak door at the entrance of the library, leaning sideways and winking at her.

Apparently, he never left.

Seeing Hermione looking dumbfounded, Nietzsche continued to shout, "Do you still want me to stand at the door holding a stack of books?"

Of course, what he was talking about was the incident when she was almost transferred to another school. Hermione heard it, but she deliberately turned around, put her hands on the back of the chair, leaned on the seat, and shouted back loudly in the library.

"Of course! I stood there waiting for the entire afternoon that day!!"

"Dear Madam Pince, what time is it now?"

If it were any other time, a student who yelled in the library would definitely be kicked out, but there were only three people here including the administrator, so she just let it go after thinking about it.

Madam Pince walked over and took the book from Hermione's hands.

It is one thing to watch the show, but it is another mentality to participate in it.

"It's already half past six in the evening." She pushed Hermione from behind and winked at Nietzsche with her right eye. "Please spare me. You two have been sitting here all afternoon. I still want to eat some pumpkin pie."