Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Everything in the world is interconnected. He got lost in the information, and the rest could only be left to Hermione.

Hermione Watson Granger

"We are just tired." She saw Lady Grey from Ravenclaw floating over and pointed at the blood on the ground. "The troll...went there. I don't know if it is still alive."

The Bloody Baron looked at the two of them deeply, then nodded to Ms. Grey and said, "Let's go inform the principal."

The second floor was finally bustling with activity. As soon as Professor McGonagall's head jumped over the last step, her vision was already filled with blood, stone walls cracked by wooden sticks, and jack-o'-lanterns that had turned into pies.

Behind Professor McGonagall came Snape, and then the trembling Professor Quirrell.

"I..I didn't know there were people out there..." He covered his chest and sobbed.

While repairing the broken parts, McGonagall was looking for the two students and trying to comfort the psychologically fragile professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"You have done your best, Quirinus. If you had not insisted on welcoming every student into the auditorium tonight, I am afraid that more than just the two of them would have been lost... This is not your dereliction of duty."

Maybe Quirrell really loved this place, he was willing to replace the old Flitwick and stand at the door of the auditorium to greet students.

Even Snape couldn't help but feel surprised.

Quirrell should not know about this, otherwise he would not need to patrol the hall. If he was related to this, the more students were hurt tonight, the more the professors' attention would be distracted...

As Snape thought about it, he temporarily put aside his doubts, but it was only temporary.

"Here! Professor!" Barrow led the way above them.

"Are you okay?" Mag saw the two people sitting on the ground, and his first reaction was to go forward, grab their hands, and help them up, "It's okay... kids, you are safe now..."

This usually strict professor actually showed a hint of tenderness at this moment.

She had already guessed from Madam Pince that the two of them must have happened to run into the troll when they were going downstairs. If they had walked faster, perhaps this would not have happened.

But Professor McGonagall could figure it out with just a little thought - how could these two children, who had known each other since the Muggle world, miss the opportunity to be alone?

Of course, this is just her idea.

"But Mr. Holmes, it's best for students not to fall in love too early. You won't be so lucky next time." She then immediately changed her expression and reminded Nietzsche.

Hermione raised her head suddenly like a frightened rabbit and looked at the professor in surprise.

She and Nietzsche just wanted to feel the festive atmosphere that they missed on weekdays, but it was obvious that the professors had the wrong idea.

Snape followed the blood trail and found the body of the mountain troll at another corner of the circular corridor. There was a blood hole as big as a bowl on its eye, half of its ear was cut off, and half of its nose was also gone.

No wonder the giant monster made such a big noise...

"It's dead?" Quirrell was shocked by the unexpected sight. "What kind of black magic is this wound?"

"Even if two first-year students use the Killing Curse, at most they can only make the troll cough a few times." Snape knelt on one knee, enduring the stench and observing closely. "If you want to destroy the troll's skin with brute force, you need the sharpest weapon."

Even if Hermione and Nessie used perfect Transfiguration to create a sword, they could only barely make a cut and were totally incapable of achieving such power.

But Snape suddenly thought of something. He ignored the filthiness of the blood and stretched out his fingers to pick at its eyes. Finally, his fingertips felt a small hard object in the rotten flesh.

When you pinch it out, it looks like a small flower made of metal.

"Muggle weapons..."

Snape admitted that he felt a sense of fear in his heart. If he had been tougher at Holmes's house at that time, the hole in his head might have been bigger than the one on the troll.

He ignored the confused Quirrell and strode back with the hollow bullet in his hand.

"Nietzsche, I think you need to explain this!"

Volume 1: Chapter 40: Principal's Office

The troll's skin is indeed very tough, but this is only true for wizards.

The .357 hollow point bullet can increase the initial velocity, and after drilling into the giant monster's eyes, it will tear all the internal tissues. This is the wound that caused the giant monster's death, not the small gap that was barely opened on the face.

Although the creature's skin is as hard as granite, the facial skin must be the weakest.

So Snape stopped the two people who were protected by Professor McGonagall.

"You actually...actually brought that kind of thing into school?!"

He couldn't believe that if Nietzsche had not kept his composure and had not controlled his strength during the duel, Draco and Marcus would have been half-crippled if not dead.

On the other hand, Snape refreshed his understanding of Muggle weapons.

"What's wrong with you?" Mag frowned impatiently. "They encountered a troll on their way down and killed it. It's that simple... Maybe they used a spell to defeat the troll's weakness."

She was completely displeased with Snape's sudden outburst of attitude.

The two children almost lost their lives. Even if they used some not-so-good spells to kill the troll, they should have waited until they had rested for a while instead of immediately starting to interrogate them like criminals.

But Snape bypassed her and walked straight to Nietzsche, ignoring the other's confusion and innocence.

"I've seen better actors than you..."

"Why not strengthen the defense?" Dumbledore suddenly interrupted him and reached out to hold Nietzsche and Hermione's shoulders. "Severus, if you want to ask anything, we will wait for you in the office."

"Quirinus, you should also go to bed early tonight."

Snape knew he had said too much, so he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

After Dumbledore took the professor away, Harry and Ron appeared on the other side. They originally wanted to find Hermione and Nietzsche, but in the end they watched the troll fall with their own eyes.

"It seems they are fine, let's go back..." Ron pouted and said in a low voice.

He glanced at the troll's little head again, retched a few times, and began to feel nervous - hoping that Hermione would forgive him for what he had said before, and he made up his mind to go up and say sorry when he saw her.

But Harry had no intention of going back.

"Snape did not follow Dumbledore here immediately. He was planning to go to the fourth floor."

why?

Harry suddenly thought of that night - Hermione, who had followed Filch to avoid him and was worried that they might get hurt, opened the lock of the room where the treasure was hidden.

The entrance to the Headmaster's office is on the third floor, just like the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Hermione lowered her head and clutched her sleeves. Perhaps Professor McGonagall behind her saw her nervousness, so she ruffled the student's messy curly hair and comforted them that everything would be fine.

Finally, Dumbledore stopped in front of a hideous gargoyle.

He suddenly said a word about dessert to the statue: "Lemon ice cream!"

Apparently this was a command, for Nietzsche saw the gargoyle come to life, twist its stiff body, and nimbly leap to one side, while the wall behind it opened to reveal a spiral staircase.

After they stepped on it, the escalator automatically rose with the few people. After a while, Nietzsche and Hermione saw a shiny oak door with a griffin door knocker on it.

Behind the door is the principal's office.

The principal's office... But Nietzsche had obviously been to this kind of place many times, so he didn't feel worried at all.

"Don't worry, Miss Granger, just sit down and rest for a while."

Dumbledore led the group through the Roman gate pillars in the middle of the office. As soon as he finished speaking, several soft chairs appeared in front of the desk in the middle of the room. The legs of the chairs and the table were in the shape of lion claws.

Nietzsche, who came to the new principal's office for the first time, looked around curiously.

It was a large, circular room, with a tall black cabinet on the left, the right wall covered with portraits of headmasters from various periods, and above the door through which they had entered there was a sycamore branch with a fiery red bird perched on it.

The order of the items was random, and Nietzsche could find a lot of information at a glance.

But this is not a good thing... because there is too much information, it will take him longer to sort out his thoughts.

"Considering your mood, I have something to recommend."

Dumbledore crossed his fingers and placed them on the table. The four cups he conjured were automatically filled with yellow liquid with white foam on them, which overflowed from the cups. Nietzsche sniffed and smelled a milky aroma.

"Butterbeer... just this once though, we don't have those at school."

Perhaps Nietzsche was too thirsty, so he took a sip without hesitation, and when the empty cup was placed on the table, it was immediately filled up again.

Dumbledore was also very observant. He immediately noticed that Nietzsche was holding the cup with both hands, which were trembling slightly. The boy was not as calm as he appeared.

Something seemed to fall to the ground in his heart.

"I..we can't drink beer, we are still underage..."

Hermione listened to the deliberate grunting in her ear and swung her right leg, colliding with Nietzsche's under the table.

"It doesn't taste like alcohol." Nietzsche turned his head, his face covered with foam like a completely white beard, looking very funny. "It's sweet, a drink... but it's a little greasy, but overall it's very good."

Hearing this, Hermione took a cautious sip.

The aroma and sweetness of the butter exploded on her taste buds, and when the liquid slid down her esophagus into her stomach, she could feel a warmth immediately filling her whole body.

The atmosphere was a bit subtle... The principal, the vice-principal, and two students sat around a table, drinking butterbeer quietly. The only sounds were the sleepy sounds coming from the principal's portrait and the melodious birdsong.

Hermione didn't dare to speak, and Nietzsche couldn't figure out the headmaster's purpose for the time being.

"How does it feel to take the life of an intelligent creature with your own hands?"

As common as asking them if they had dinner.

Facing the headmaster's question, Hermione answered honestly: "Not very well, we...we could even hear it crying."

After the excitement of surviving the disaster passed, only confusion and regret were left, especially the wailing of crying out of pain that lingered in the ears of the two for a long time, as if... she had killed someone.

"I understand." Headmaster Dumbledore nodded slightly and looked at Nietzsche.

He finally understood that it was just a psychological treatment for the two of them.

"Principal, we are human beings with complex and rich emotions and thoughts. In fact, I have never even killed a chicken myself... There is a difference between watching others kill people and killing people yourself."

The thought of that cry made him feel uneasy.

Maybe the troll is innocent, maybe it doesn't know what happened, maybe... maybe it thought of its mother before it died?

Once his thoughts started to wander, Nietzsche could not stop them. He could only hide his hands under the table, twisting his trousers hard and rubbing them back and forth from time to time. He could not stop even though his palms were hot and painful from being rubbed.

But this time, Hermione, who was looking down, noticed his change.

His left hand, which had nowhere to go, was held.

"You just have no choice." Dumbledore cleared his throat, making his voice sound more kind. "I'm just worried that you will leave a shadow, so... don't be too harsh on me."

Life is quite wonderful.

Even a goldfish as small as the length of a finger, when placed in a lifeless stone pond, can make the entire space come alive. This is a feeling that cannot be described in words.

At least, Dumbledore detected no arrogance in either of them.

"How did that troll get out of the Forbidden Forest?" Professor McGonagall looked at the headmaster and gradually became serious.

"I don't know, maybe they are controlled by someone..." Dumbledore twisted his gray beard and continued, "The trolls in the Forbidden Forest are the security guards of Hogwarts. Usually they just prevent intrusions."

It was discovered very early on that the trolls had their own language and could understand simple human language.

Therefore, with a little training, you can see that troll security guards have the kind of brains that are perfect for this role, because they only need to understand what they are protecting and they can stand there unwaveringly.

So in a way, Nietzsche was right—it was innocent.

"But the troll's brain is very stubborn. If you really want to control it, it must be..." McGonagall glanced at the student next to her, and seemed reluctant to say it, so she hesitated for a moment, "The Imperius Curse."

Hermione fell back, unable to process everything that had happened tonight.

That is one of the three unforgivable curses in the wizarding world, an extremely evil curse! It can twist a person's mind and make him controlled like a walking corpse.

But...

"Confusing spell." Nietzsche narrowed his eyes and slowly came out of his thoughts because of Hermione's comfort. "The troll is simple-minded. It is enough to confuse the purpose of the action."

"Don't you understand? No matter what I do, I will definitely not use dark magic like the Imperius Curse!"

Nietzsche has a point, but the question is, was the reason they let the troll in just to play a very dangerous prank on Halloween?

This is obviously impossible.

At this time, Snape came in angrily. He walked with a limp. After nodding at Dumbledore, he immediately took out the bullet fragment from his pocket and threw it on the table, then stood opposite Nietzsche leaning against the table.

"Why don't you tell them how a student messed up the troll's mind?"

The people who came to call for punishment have arrived.

"It's... two people, Dean Snape." Nietzsche took a sip of butter beer and pretended not to see anything. "If Hermione hadn't created opportunities for me, I couldn't have done anything alone."

“Take it out!!”

Snape rapped the table viciously.

Nietzsche could no longer hide it, so, under the suspicion of McGonagall and Dumbledore, he pulled out a Colt Python revolver from his waist and ejected the rotating magazine. Now there were only three rounds left.