Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"We just...we just walked around the castle. After all, it was Halloween last night..."

"Just strolling?"

"Then...what else?"

Lavender looked at the confused Hermione and raised her hand to rub her brow. She didn't expect that this top student was really slow to react in some aspects. But it didn't matter. For the sake of the homework, she and Parvati would take action!

So she turned her gaze to the Slytherin side and saw Daphne showing off.

"What a snake demon~" Lavindra pulled Hermione's sleeve and pointed over there, "Aren't you worried?!"

Hermione felt strange about this and said absentmindedly: "What's strange? They were just chatting..."

"They will snatch it away. I know the character of those people. Think about it, one day Nietzsche will have a new deskmate. Then you can only watch that Medusa take your place and let him forget you little by little."

To be honest, Gryffindor's level of nickname giving is really amazing.

But if Daphne is Medusa, then what is she? Perseus?

Hermione shook her head to clear her mind of thoughts. According to Lavender, wouldn't she be a gray lady, and wouldn't Nietzsche become Andromeda... Thinking of this, she quickly drank a sip of cold water.

At this time, Harry came over with Ron, who lowered his head, and the two of them smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry..." Ron struggled to squeeze out an apology after Harry grabbed his arm and shook him for a few times.

If he had not been so impulsive at that time, Hermione might not have been in danger. Looking back, if Nietzsche had not been next to her, Hermione might not even be able to sit here and eat breakfast now.

But Hermione simply nodded to indicate that she heard it.

She looked at the trimmed sandwich on the plate and said, "About what you said yesterday, you were actually wrong."

Ron didn't understand what she meant for a moment, but he knew he owed it to Hermione, so surprisingly he didn't argue.

"It's not that I don't have friends..." Hermione picked up her schoolbag from the ground, held it in her arms, and felt a hard object through the fabric. "In fact, my friends trust me more than you think."

For some reason, Harry suddenly discovered that something had changed about Hermione today.

How should I put it...it seems like he has become more decisive.

Did Ron make Hermione angry?

Actually, no, she had known that Weasley was a hot-tempered person. It was just that his words yesterday made Hermione think of some things in the past, but that was all - it didn't make her hate him so much.

Sometimes Hermione felt that only Nietzsche could repeatedly refresh her tolerance level.

After November, it started to snow occasionally. The surface of the lake was covered with a thick and hard layer of ice. Frost also began to appear on the stone road outside, making it slippery when walking.

When Slytherin went to the Herbology class, the group almost supported each other as they walked.

"Attention, today's topic is about the Devil's Snare." Professor Sprout's voice came from the greenhouse, "Don't touch it, don't get within two feet!"

After Nietzsche walked into the greenhouse, he jumped a few times to shake off the snow and ice crystals on his body.

He did not stop for long, ignored the black tentacles lying on the shrub racks, walked straight through Greenhouse No. 2, and opened the glass door where the dill was cultivated, but unfortunately, he could only smell a faint fragrance.

"One point off for Slytherin!"

Nietzsche was startled by the professor's angry voice.

Not really, he just opened the door. When would a good Hufflepuff professor deduct points for something like this?

"Incendio (fire is blazing)!"

Of course it wasn't because of Nietzsche, but because Crabbe's fat arm was entangled by a bunch of black vines. Professor Sprout summoned some flames, flew to Crabbe's side and dispersed the arms stretched out by the plants.

Although the professor reacted quickly, there were still some marks on his arms.

"The Devil's Snare is afraid of light and fire. They like dark and cold environments... This kind of weather is their favorite." Nietzsche put his hands behind his back and immediately explained to the students watching.

There were some Christmas cactus-like flowers on the black vines, which looked even more gorgeous against the background of the Devil's Snare, and Crabbe was obviously deceived by its camouflage.

"Very good explanation, one point for Slytherin. In this weather, the greenhouse won't let them grow too much, so I reached out from the Forbidden Forest to cut some back from Torhag... Don't worry about the wound, Five Poisons."

Nietzsche spoke at just the right moment and regained Slytherin's points.

Daphne exclaimed that this ability to adapt to changing circumstances and accurate judgment was amazing, and she became more certain of her choice.

After the herb class, Nietzsche still did not leave with Theodore and the others. Instead, he walked back and forth in the greenhouse, as if looking for something, which could hardly fail to attract Professor Sprout's attention.

So she finally asked, "Did you miss something?"

"No, I just found out that I don't need to fertilize in winter." Nietzsche was waiting for her to ask, and he immediately made up an excuse, "I also plan to get some dragon manure... After all, I plan to grow some plants myself."

An interest in plants is a great stepping stone.

So Sprout didn't realize anything and was just happy that his students liked botany.

"In fact, it only takes one application of fertilizer. Dragon manure is very nutritious. You remind me of Quirinus. He also likes botany... so I gave all the remaining fertilizer to him."

It doesn't sound like there's anything wrong.

Professor Quirrell should have gone to plant herbs that day, but the clues were cut off. He had no choice but to put on a regretful smile and turn away.

This continued until the start of the Hogwarts Quidditch matches in early November.

There was no progress. Nietzsche spent his days going to class, going home after class, and looking for information in the library. Occasionally, he would send letters to his family to inform them of the progress of the dark wizards and what happened at school.

The whole school seemed to have forgotten what happened on Halloween and were all excited about the Quidditch game.

"Nietzsche! Here's a letter from...from" Hermione received the letter brought back by Mercury from the Great Hall during Friday's lunch break, "Down...Downing Street..."

Ron stood up and tossed his Charms homework aside.

During non-meal time, the auditorium is filled with students studying and playing chess.

In front of each of them was an empty jam jar, filled with a bright blue flame, which was the lily of the valley flame summoned by Hermione to provide warmth and light.

"Number 10 Downing Street, what's the matter? It's just a letter from home."

"That's all?" Hermione placed the envelope carefully in front of Nietzsche, fearing to make any wrinkles. "That's the address of the British Prime Minister's Office! Let's put it this way... It's equivalent to the Wizengamot here!!"

She used to watch the news with her father.

I never expected that this was what Nietzsche meant by the British warehouse manager.

"It was sent by Sherlock. I told him what happened in school recently and wanted him to help me with some advice."

Nietzsche tore open the letter roughly, but what he never expected was that this time, Sherlock did not play his word game, but seriously stated the recent progress and reminders.

Needless to say, it must have been written by Watson.

Only the last paragraph sounds like Sherlock Holmes:

"Don't miss any seemingly meaningless details, and don't rush to be the second Sherlock. You are you, you are the Sherlock Holmes of the wizarding world."

"To think like a wizard...you are right." Nietzsche understood what he meant.

Sherlock is ultimately just an ordinary person's detective, but when he encounters wizards, his method of deduction is useless. Therefore, he is reminding Nietzsche not to fall into misunderstandings.

Any details, including the wizard's lifestyle, habits, psychological characteristics...

"What's that in your hand? Potter! Books in the library cannot be borrowed!" Snape suddenly appeared behind them. "Also, the use of magic is prohibited in school... Gryffindor will be deducted a total of ten points."

He ignored Nietzsche and took the book Quidditch Fantastics from Harry.

However, the wound on Snape's right leg had not healed yet, and he walked slowly with a limp. After he walked out of the hall, he looked back again, but this time he was not staring at Harry Potter, but at Hermione next to him.

As soon as he saw Potter sitting there, he wanted to find something to do, and he deliberately avoided other people and only scolded Harry and Ron.

"What happened to his leg?"

"Maybe he was hurt by something in the room." Nietzsche looked at Snape's back and had some ideas. "I know what you want to say, Harry, but unfortunately, the thief can't be Snape."

Ron seemed very angry because of the targeting just now. He only spoke out in rebuttal after confirming that the old bat had really gone far away.

"Why not." He decided to support Harry, "You can't think that all professors are saints like Dumbledore."

"Because the order to check the room was issued by Dumbledore, and he and I know everything that happened." If Hermione had a cat's tail, it would be standing on top of her head now. "Besides, he has been in this school for more than ten years."

But Harry firmly believed in his guess and did not refute it.

He just said, "Maybe he was the one who released the troll to make a noise on purpose, so that Dumbledore would let him go and check it out... I know what this is called, it's called 'the darkest place under the lamp'!"

But Harry never thought about why Snape had been teaching in school for so many years.

If it was really Snape, then if any flaws were revealed, all his previous efforts would be wasted and the credibility he had built up over the past ten years would be destroyed. Moreover, he would have needed to foresee the inheritance of Dumbledore's friend more than ten years in advance.

Nietzsche shook his head, holding a licorice wand in his mouth.

"Snape is not a thief because his behavior does not lead to any clues pointing to him."

So what's hiding underneath?

What kind of relic is it that Dumbledore is unwilling to reveal easily?

Volume 1: Remarks on the launch

Yay, it's available...

But I can't be happy, after all, Fox still knows that putting on the shelf = loss of harvest.

But the only thing I can guarantee is that he won't be discontinued suddenly. If you don't believe me, you can go to the forum or leave a message in the comment section to find out about Fox's previous books. The only difference between his pen name and the current one is the word "会".

Well~ there's nothing much to say. This is the first time it's on the shelves, so I can only beg everyone who passes by and if you find it interesting and acceptable, please support it.

No reward, just subscription is enough QwQ

Actually, the elements of Fox are quite mixed. I wrote it for fun in the beginning, mixing Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, and Marvel. When I found that people were reading it, I continued to write novels.

I also plan to write a Hogwarts fan version of Breaking Bad (Gusenberg is of course our Professor Snape)

But later I found that I didn't have a very good control over the plot, so I could only pick a fun setting to write about. So sometimes, I still quite like your complaints and corrections... at least it's not a stand-alone story.

The last book was completed with around 140 million, so it won’t be abandoned~

Regarding future developments, the sugar content may be less than the first book, but many classic characters will appear, such as Irene and Sherlock's nemesis (￣￣)

What will be Quirrell's fate? (Guess?)

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I beg you again, it will be on the shelves on Friday, and I will definitely not let it go. After all, I am a dead loser and I just want to be fully present, so... let's go!

Book 1: Chapter 43: Dangerous Quidditch

For ordinary people, the only things worth stealing are material things that are within reach, including but not limited to money, jewelry, and food.

For the powerful, what is worth stealing is the fruits of others' victory, but that is an ideological battle.

What about the wizards?

Maybe it's gold Galleons, but a powerful wizard like Dumbledore would definitely not deliberately protect these, so it is most likely some kind of magic... similar to the Sword in the Stone and Merlin's Scepter in King Arthur's legend.

Nietzsche suddenly realized that he had to start with wizard culture.

"It's time to go. The Quidditch game is about to start!" Theodore said hello hurriedly and ran away with his friends. "If you walk too slowly, you won't get a good seat."

"You guys go first, I..."

In fact, Nietzsche did not want to brave the freezing cold wind just to watch an aerial rugby game.

Harry patted him on the shoulder and walked out with a hot dog smeared with ketchup by Seamus in his mouth. He actually hoped that Nietzsche would come to see his first game.

After all, there are not many areas where he can surpass his opponent.

"Since today is the match, I might as well say that I am the new Seeker for the Gryffindor team."

"Let's go. Next time during History of Magic class, I'll ask Professor Binns about wizard culture. I don't need that much time." Hermione teased. "You don't want to go because you're envious, do you?"

Envy? Him?

Nietzsche turned his head and looked at Harry who was chatting and laughing with his friends. The joy and nervousness on the other's face were very rare. He shrugged his nose, and under Hermione's pull, he finally walked out of the castle.

Walk through the courtyard, along the cobblestone road and out of the gate, you can see a huge stadium in the distance.

On the day of the game, the whole school was on holiday, no wonder the wizards were so happy. The cold wind with snowflakes and rain made Nietzsche's face hurt. He reluctantly freed his hands and pulled at his wizard hat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

"Take it..." Hermione suddenly stuffed the jam bottle containing bluebell flame into his hand.

The frozen hands gradually felt the pain again, and only after the consciousness recovered did they feel warm.

Nietzsche pursed his lips and held the bottom of the bottle with his left hand, while Hermione put her right hand on the bottle cap. The two of them held the warming bottle and headed towards the Quidditch field with the others.

But what the two didn't know was that the little lions behind them were still secretly talking about them.