Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Madam Pince: Wink~

Without caring about Hermione, he pushed her out, closed the door, and turned away.

"The afternoon is over, and I can't move the books now."

"Then leave it for next time."

Bats flapped their wings and flew around the hideous pumpkin lantern. The shadows they cast made the light source flicker. Nietzsche stood below, looking at the stiff Hermione, and his chest trembled.

The feeling of a heart attack is not only painless, but also brings an intense sense of pleasure.

He coughed several times but couldn't calm down.

“I’m actually quite curious about this kind of festival…”

"Aha! It's you who wants to play!" Hermione seized the opportunity, her voice also trembling a little, "There's really nothing I can do. If you really want to experience this kind of childishness, I can accompany you."

But in fact, she was the one who gave the worst and most childish performance.

"Yes, Granger." Nietzsche pulled her arm helplessly, "So - please - accompany me to observe."

Here, two lonely souls who could not communicate on the same channel among their peers collided with each other.

While the two were still slowly walking down from the fifth floor, Quirrell had already searched all the rooms on the first floor. The banquet had already begun and everyone gathered in the auditorium to celebrate.

Not a single student left behind the delicious food and the ever-changing dark clouds over the auditorium.

Even Filch was reluctant to leave.

"Professor Quirrell?" Madam Pince came out from the bottom of the stairs. "Why are you still standing here?"

"I'm just checking it out. Come on in. The party has already started for a while."

He breathed a sigh of relief, this should be the last person.

Quirrell muttered a few spells in a low voice, and suddenly there were several knocks on the door in the corridor on the left side of the hall. As the wooden boards shattered, the moonlight shone a huge shadow in.

"Repel them quickly!"

He drew his wand and rushed forward, but the spell simply bounced off of it.

Then, with a few roars, a huge stick flew out from the end of the corridor. It was not fast, but he watched the stick, as big as a tree, gradually grow bigger in front of his eyes.

If this kind of solid wood and weight falls on a person, it will definitely kill or cripple him.

"Armor protection."

Although he blocked a certain amount of the force, Quirrell still felt a pain in his chest. He forced himself to stand up, staggered and pushed open the door of the auditorium, breaking the originally cheerful atmosphere.

He walked to the guest of honor seat, then leaned against the table.

"Giant... Giant monster..." He first glanced at the four long tables full of people, then gasped in fear, "He was heading to the basement... I thought you should know that you came in from the corridor of classroom 11."

After saying that, he fell to the ground and fainted.

His face was facing down with a faint smile on his lips.

But Quirrell overlooked one thing. Although he started his patrol from the office on the third floor and did not see any figures all the way to the lobby, he missed Hermione and Nietzsche who had just come down from the library on the fifth floor.

What greeted them was not friends, nor the laughter coming from the auditorium, but...

As soon as Nietzsche walked into the hall, he saw a huge monster, about seven meters tall, with dull skin as gray as rock, and a small, bump-like head on its hill-like body.

No wonder... No wonder Snape always likes to scold people by using trolls, because his brain is really small.

But it also saw Nietzsche and Hermione who had just come down from upstairs. The troll walked to the place where Quirrell had just climbed up and picked up the stick he had thrown. Even with the size of the troll, it could only drag the stick away.

"Is...is this a Halloween prank?" Hermione's legs were shaking and she was holding the blue frog candy tightly in her hands.

"Hello?" Nietzsche tried to say hello, but the only response he got was the monster's roar, along with a little sticky saliva. "It seems not, this is a real mountain monster..."

The giant monster glanced at the little thing under his eyelids, and when he saw the black school robe on the body, he immediately made a decision in his little head - this was the same clothes that the little man just wore!

So he immediately rushed towards the two of them, dragging the wooden stick.

"run!"

Nietzsche and Hermione warned each other at the same time.

Volume 1: Chapter 39: The Snake's Fang and the Lion's Heart

It was impossible for Quirrell to look at the students at the four tables in the auditorium and count them one by one from the first to the seventh grade to see if there were any missing people.

Because of this, he had no choice but to be on guard and patrolled around the first floor several times.

"Why would a grown mountain monster get into a school?"

Professor Sprout hurriedly dropped the food, ran to the unconscious Quirrell, knelt down to check on him, and took out a small bottle of potion from his pocket and poured it into his mouth.

In just a few seconds, Quirrell's slightly sunken chest returned to normal.

Everyone was talking to each other in panic, looking at the door of the auditorium nervously. It was noisy and Dumbledore shouted several times but failed to suppress the students' voices.

Finally, Dumbledore put his wand to his throat.

"Quiet!" The amplifying spell amplified his deep voice infinitely, so loud that the students below could feel the trembling of the cup. "Prefects of each college, count the number of people and take everyone back to the dormitory immediately!!"

This news is really disappointing.

The banquet had just begun, and before the pumpkin pie in my hand had even gotten cold, all the food on the table had already been cleared away.

"Don't worry, everything will be back to normal once we get back to the lounge."

But just as Professor McGonagall finished comforting her, bad news came out one after another. She saw Gryffindor's prefect, Percy Weasley, hurriedly pushing through the crowd and running up to her to announce that one person was missing.

At the same time, Snape also heard the news about Gemma Farley...

The Head of Slytherin and Gryffindor seemed to have telepathic connection as they turned their heads at the same time and saw the worry and annoyance in each other's eyes.

"Hermione Granger and Nietzsche Holmes are not here?" Professor McGonagall made an immediate judgment and issued new orders to them, "Prefects, take the rest of the people away. Filius and Severus, follow me!"

The vice-principal's voice was not loud, but the message still spread from the students in the front row to the back.

Today is Halloween, how could the two of them... Well, a man and a woman stayed away from the party, so it's no wonder that those snakes, lions, eagles and badgers inevitably made associations.

A sneer appeared on Draco's lips. This was simply God's will.

"Oh my God, I just came down from up there not long ago. If they don't go back to their respective lounges immediately..." Pince gasped, but despite this, he still thought positively.

"I should have been with them."

Although she knew very well that Nietzsche and Hermione would not go back to their respective lounges immediately after coming out of the library, she still couldn't help but deceive herself.

The news that Nietzsche and Hermione were in danger soon reached Harry's mouth.

"Wait a minute, Severus, go to the fourth floor first." Dumbledore raised his head and just glanced at the four ghosts floating in the sky. They came in front of him, "What are you waiting for? Find Nietzsche's location!"

The Grey Lady, the Bloody Baron, Headless Nick and the Fat Friar flew through the wall at high speed. They were the ones who were good at finding people.

An adult mountain giant doesn't run very fast, but it has big feet. After discovering Nietzsche and others, it chased them all the way from the marble stairs in the hall to the corridor on the second floor.

This narrow passage is not so friendly to Nietzsche and Hermione.

"Why can't any of the classroom doors be opened directly!" Hermione pulled the door every time she passed it. This area that was only for students to enter and exit was very suitable as a temporary shelter for two people.

Nietzsche panted and pushed Hermione away impatiently, and a chair flew over their heads with a whistling sound.

"My legs and feet are weak!"

"Shoes stick to the ground!"

The two fought back at the same time, but the spells that could make a life lose its ability to move only caused it to reach out and scratch its granite-like skin bathed in the moonlight.

Just like what is described in the book---it has extremely high magic resistance.

"I remember that in 'Hogwarts: A History' it was introduced that the security guard of this castle was a troll." Hermione had completely lost her strength, and Nietzsche could only hold her arm with his backhand.

"Hermione! Although I'm glad you're giving me some knowledge now,... the troll won't give you any extra points!!"

Several spells in succession did not work to stop the troll. Instead, the troll became even angrier. He was more and more certain that Nietzsche was the attacker, and Hermione... must be his companion.

Since he is a companion, he must also be an attacker!

So it threw the stick in its hand out with force. There was no way for the two of them to hide in this corridor. If they bent down and fell, the giant monster would take the opportunity to catch up.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Hermione subconsciously stood in front of Nietzsche, and the wooden stick like a giant tree floated up.

Then, she waved her wand like a performer, raised both hands above her head, and slowly clenched her left hand into a fist. Just like that, a piece of solid wood broke due to the pressure of magic.

As the giant watched in amazement as his weapon was destroyed, Nietzsche came up with a good idea:

There must be a weakest point.

"Run!" he shouted at Hermione, "Wait for me in the circular corridor...at the corner of the school infirmary!"

The girl didn't ask why. At this critical moment, she always maintained her trust in the other party, so she ran away.

Nietzsche pulled his school robe back and pulled out a modern crystal from his left lower back.

Colt, the Rolls-Royce of pistols. Nietzsche didn't want to wait for the giant to recover from his shock. He just raised his hand, roughly aimed at the head, pulled the thumb to double-action mode, and pulled the trigger three times in a row.

The .357 Magnum may be late, but it will never jam.

"Where did you get the Transfiguration from?" Hermione was startled by three loud noises behind her. She didn't know why her face turned pale. "Impossible, Transfiguration can't create gunpowder out of thin air..."

Even if Nietzsche remembered the entire structure of the gun, he could not change its original properties.

Nietzsche carefully stuck his head out and saw the giant behind him violently beating everything around him while rushing forward arrogantly.

"My dad gave it to me. It's not an electronic product. It won't be detected."

"So you just..." Hermione pointed at the Colt in his left hand in disbelief and stammered, "Walk around the school with a gun?"

Seeing that Nietzsche was just dealing with her with silence, Hermione could only keep the matter in mind, and then supported his body - the black ball and the brown ball appeared at the corner of the corridor one above and one below.

The troll covered his face, blood flowed out from between his fingers, and he cried hesitantly.

"So this is your plan, to let an angry mountain troll beat two powerless wizards to death on the spot?" Hermione praised, "Great, if we're lucky, maybe we can leave our bodies intact for the professor to find."

Niece nudged her with his elbow, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "Here it comes."

The pumpkin lantern with flickering blue flames on the ceiling stretched the troll's shadow very long. It seemed tired and could only cover its face and walk forward subconsciously.

When they stood close to the troll's feet, Hermione's heart was in her throat and she covered her mouth with both hands. The pile of stinky socks that looked like they had been there for two years made her almost vomit her lunch.

The troll finally turned its head, but it didn't notice the two people?

Only after it left did Nietzsche breathe a sigh of relief, then he slowly sat down on the stone slab with his back against the wall.

"We are in its blind spot... The Magnum hollow-point bullets, even if they didn't blow the back of its head apart, at least made a hole. It's just... just too resistant to wizard magic."

The blood on the floor washed over Hermione's brain, the blood and stench irritated her nose, and after she heard the sound of a troll falling in the distance, she heard nothing else.

Only then did she fall to the ground and vomit.

"Is it---dead?"

"Maybe he just fainted from exhaustion, but he is most likely dead." Nietzsche turned off the safety with trembling hands and put his hand back on his waist.

Is Hermione the only one who's scared?

No, even though Nietzsche had seen too many dead people and heard of various murders, when life really slipped away from his hands, the feeling was completely different. This time, he was no longer a bystander.

Nietzsche took a breath and frowned when the bloody and sour smell mixed together.

This smell...he seemed to have smelled it somewhere before.

"If the troll is a castle security guard, why... would it attack us?" Hermione took Nietzsche's handkerchief, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and then put it in her pocket.

"Do you think a creature that can be used by an old bat to curse people would be very smart?"

Nietzsche's joke was ill-timed, but they needed to relax now, so Hermione crawled back over to him and sat against the wall as he did, eyes glazed over and hair matted with dust.

After several minutes, they both laughed.

"It's a good opportunity." Hermione licked her dry lips. After the crisis, she felt excited.

It was as if she and Nietzsche were born to be good at this. While Hermione was taking action, Nietzsche could quickly find the next opportunity. They could always connect seamlessly like this, and everything seemed to have been practiced in advance.

Hermione looked down but still didn't blame anything. After all, without the gun, their harmless spells would be completely useless.

"What happened here?" The Bloody Baron was the first to come over. The mess in the corridor shocked him. "Holmes? Granger? I just heard some loud noises."

But Nietzsche just put the hood of his school uniform on his head and said nothing.