Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Parvati snorted lightly, and all the words were contained in it: That's it, and you still call us friends.

The stadium was oval in shape, and the students themselves divided the spectator seats into four areas. Each college had its own banner. With so many people, it was not easy to find a high platform second only to the teachers' seats and the lecture room.

But soon Nietzsche no longer needed to worry because he saw Daphne secretly waving at him.

"Granger, right?" She looked at the girl in front of her carefully after seeing the two people coming over. "If you don't worry about being gossiped about, then this is the best place."

very nice?

At least not as good as her...Daphne is very confident about her looks.

"Why should you worry? You know, there are many freshmen in your college who would like to learn something from us."

This was not the first time Hermione had seen Daphne. She had always seen her in previous confrontations with Malfoy. Apparently, Daphne was a member of that small group of pure-bloods.

But the strange thing is---why is she so polite?

"I've heard about it a long time ago." Although Daphne was watching the wicket where the players came out, her mind was still on the two of them. "So how much did you ask those people to pay as a membership fee..."

Hermione looked at him as if he was an idiot, and then said, "It's free, it's all based on your interest... If you find it troublesome, you can leave at any time."

Is there such a good thing? !

This was the first time Daphne had heard of this rule.

"Aren't you worried about other things? For example, leaving after learning something, or traitors..." Her voice was very soft, always maintaining aristocratic etiquette, "If you want to achieve great things, you can't be so blind."

"If you want to be sarcastic, just say it. Don't beat around the bush."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I'm just... curious, that's all. After all, freedom without constraints is nothing but a pile of loose sand."

Nietzsche was too lazy to join in on the conversation, he just stayed beside Hermione and looked around at every corner.

However, he also understood Daphne's purpose. It was obvious that she intended to use the topic of "study group" to ease the relationship. This was a mature approach by a smart person.

Even Nietzsche sometimes admired her...

Because Daphne can really let go in order to achieve her goal.

"Having no constraints is the biggest constraint, and free is the most expensive." Hermione raised the corners of her mouth, looking very proud.

Daphne didn't understand for a moment and could only keep these words in mind.

She glanced at Nietzsche without leaving a trace, and when she saw that he was in a trance, she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her guess was correct for the time being - if she wanted to ease the relationship, she had to start with Granger.

"Not enough...not enough..."

"what?"

"Without common interests, nothing can last long." Daphne suddenly said in a condescending tone, "Purebloods are always more united than you seem... Oh, they're out, so just focus on watching the game."

Nietzsche's fingers tapped the bottom of the bottle rhythmically, following the shouts of the crowd.

It seemed like she was threatening and showing off, but in fact, Daphne was reminding others that although her behavior could not be considered as taking sides, at least she was taking it seriously...or in other words, she was looking for a way out for herself.

And Hermione was not a silly person, and gradually she understood what she wanted to express.

She looked at the team members who came out one by one and thought: "Yes, they are currently only at the stage of learning from each other. If they set breaking down the barriers between the academies as their ultimate goal, they will definitely not go far."

Hermione knew that she didn't have a very good sense for politics, so she couldn't think of any good solution for a while.

"Okay, audience friends... Oh, can I ask our Gryffindor friends to raise the 'Potter Must Win' flag higher?" A bright and cheerful voice came from above, "That's right! I heard that this is the secret weapon of the Gryffindor team this year!"

"The first to come out was Wood, followed by the Chasers Angelina and Alia... They are not only excellent in skills, but also very charming~"

"Lee Jordan!!"

Professor McGonagall immediately got angry when she heard the frivolous whistles from the audience.

The audience sighed in disappointment.

"Sorry, Professor." Jordan pouted and became serious under the professor's supervision, "Okay, okay...everyone, save your energy for whistling, because...Harry Potter is here!"

The game officially began as Madam Hooch blew the whistle in the middle of the field.

Hermione and Daphne didn't say anything else and just watched the game with their own thoughts.

Dozens of brooms carried players into the air, the Quaffles flew back and forth between the Chasers, and the Bludgers were hit back and forth by the Beaters of both sides, each time hitting the opponent's main player.

But the problem is...this is not the way to watch a game!

Nietzsche squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. Without a telescope, it was difficult for him to see what the players were doing. He just saw Harry circling the court close to the ground, and the next second he flew into the clouds.

"Angelina catches the ball, great...Slytherin Keeper Bletchley runs towards her! But misses! Gryffindor scores!!"

Well, he could only listen to Jordan's commentary and imagine the scene.

Hermione cupped her palms and squinted her eyes to look under the Gryffindor banner. She found the tall giant holding a few telescopes and waving at her.

"Hagrid is looking for me. I'll go over there first..."

Then he smiled politely at Daphne, left the bottle of fire, and left.

Half an hour into the game, both Harry and Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs spotted the Snitch, but the former's reaction was quicker. The crowd whispered as they watched the two men's fight.

"Foul! He fouled!" Warrington hit his thigh hard.

It was Flint who deliberately knocked Harry so hard that he almost fell off. This behavior made everyone very angry. The Slytherins just frowned and looked very unhappy, while the Gryffindors had already started yelling.

At halftime, Slytherin's Marcus was reprimanded by Madam Hooch, and then Gryffindor was awarded a free kick.

"Isn't there a red card?"

"What's a red card?" Warrington stopped shouting after hearing Nietzsche's words.

"It's just... send him off the field and replace him with someone else."

"It would be great if there really was such a rule. Unless you are injured, you cannot leave the field." He crossed his arms and looked very disdainful. "This is why Slytherin won. Marcus likes to play tricks like this."

Although it is disgusting, it is indeed useful.

These people have learned since childhood how to expand their advantages within the scope permitted by the rules, and at all costs.

Lucien Pohl, the Slytherin prefect, disagreed with these ideas. Instead, he thought that Marcus Flint had demonstrated the qualities of Slytherin very well - using any means necessary.

He leaned against the steps of the teacher's seat and said with a smile: "But Slytherin's Quidditch matches are just like the House Cup. It has never lost."

"Senior Warrington, don't you want Slytherin to win?" Draco also interrupted.

"At least I don't want it this way!" Warrington clenched his fists, completely disregarding etiquette, and roared like a Quidditch hooligan, "Flint doesn't deserve to be a chaser!!"

Nietzsche found that Warrington had a good sportsmanship, no wonder he could get along well with Wood from Gryffindor.

Suddenly, many people in the stands raised their hands, seemingly pointing at the same thing. Even Draco, wrapped in a scarf, noticed something was wrong...

Harry's broom began to flip around randomly, and after a while it began to swing back and forth. Nietzsche saw that Harry was almost thrown off several times, with his whole body hanging on the flying broom.

"Haha, Potter is going to be in big trouble~"

(PS: There is another chapter being baked...)

Volume 1: Chapter 44: Blind Spot Discovers Nietzsche

This incident caused discussion among the Slytherins.

"Harry's broom was broken?"

"Impossible, a broomstick cannot be broken unless it is broken." Warrington explained, "It is made by wizards with magic, not a Muggle carriage, and the braking spell of each company is different!"

Yes, each wizard has different standards for casting spells, which leads to the uneven quality of magic items.

Broomsticks produced by trading companies such as Comet and Nimbus even have patented spells, such as the Unbreakable Braking Spell and Holden Cage's Braking Spell, so the broomstick itself is a tradable magical commodity.

Nietzsche already knew the reason, and now... he was sure that the broom's loss of control must be related to the curse.

"Only spells can have an effect on objects that are spelled." Nietzsche lowered his head and looked down at Draco on the steps.

"What do you mean?!" Draco laughed. "Is it me, Nietzsche? If I had this ability, I would have secretly used it on you a long time ago!"

"I don't think you have this ability, but I think... since he chose to take action under such circumstances, he must be the one who hates Harry Potter the most." Nietzsche instructed, "Take out your wands first."

Calling Warrington and Theodore to prepare their wands was to prepare for the worst.

Now Harry's broom was completely out of control, with only one hand hanging on it, and the people who discovered these things had to use telescopes because they were flying too high.

"Put away your wand..." Lucien's face turned cold.

"Who dares!" Nietzsche strode in front of him, ignoring the other party's identity, "Get your wands ready. As soon as Potter falls, use the Levitation Spell and the Obstacle Spell together."

"I'm the prefect, I said...no one is allowed to move!"

While several Gryffindor players were trying to find a way to protect Harry, Flint took the Quaffle and hit the goal frame five times in a row, winning 50 points, but... there was no cheering from Slytherin this time.

One group held up binoculars and stared in horror at the black spot above, while another group drew their wands and faced each other.

"I don't care who you are. If you insist, I can ask the professor to stop the game later." Nietzsche reached behind him subconsciously, but unfortunately, his weapon had already been given to Hermione.

Nietzsche stood on the toes of his shoes and gazed up.

His temperament was different from before, perhaps because he had been stained with the blood of the troll, which caused both Malfoy and Boll to feel his ferocity - as if he would really start causing bloodshed regardless of the occasion.

"This is the rule of the competition. You have no evidence to prove that his broom was cursed. If the broom loses control, it is the operator's own fault..."

Draco tried his best to keep up his courage.

"Potter just can't control his broom, humph~"

Yes, it seems that losing control of the broom is a common occurrence in the competition! This is luck! It shows that the Slytherin champion is a must!

"Harry was out of control in the middle of the game. If he was such a rookie, he would have been exposed during training!"

Nietzsche's words made the originally hesitant Slytherin firm up his mind, which made Draco even more gloomy. He originally wanted to make everyone feel relieved, but found that no one thought his comfort made sense.

Many Slytherins began to admire Harry for being able to hold on to a broom that suddenly went out of control and persist in the game.

At this time, Hermione pushed through the crowd and ran over, holding a telescope in her hand.

"Only some dark magic can affect a broomstick. Someone wants to harm him!" Hermione's breathing became puffs of white air. "I read in a book that if you want to use this kind of curse, you must keep your eyes in touch with the suggestion at all times."

Nietzsche looked around and saw that except for the Slytherins around him, everyone else was watching the game.

Every corner, every deep breath and shout of the wizards... His eyes circled the entire Quidditch field, taking in all the subtle changes.

"What should I do?!" Hermione just wanted to find a solution.

"Maybe someone is pretending, but subconscious thoughts cannot be changed." Nietzsche pulled out a pistol from her bag and turned on the safety. "Please help me pay attention to other people's sight."

The louder the noise, the better, as if Slytherin had split up and was now fighting.

Seeing what Nietzsche took out of Hermione's bag, some Muggle wizards behind Warrington immediately took two steps back. This action made the pro-pure-blood wizards laugh, as they felt that the other side was backing down.

"I'd be happier if Potter broke his brain! Whatever tricks you want to play, give it to me..."

"boom!"

The sudden crack made Lucien shudder, and the sound echoed in the empty Quidditch pitch.

Many people looked over, and Nietzsche immediately returned the Colt to Hermione, then drew out his wand, and while Lucien had not yet recovered from the gunshot, a spell was emitted from the tip of the wand.

"Relashio!"

Lucien Boll, the poor prefect, didn't even have time to recover before his legs went weak and he fell from the highest platform, rolling all the way down.

In fact, Nietzsche remembered all of his indifference before school started.

"Go! Catch him!"

"Go see how the prefect is doing..."

"I'm fine, catch him, I want him to learn what respect is! Come on, all of you!!"

Dozens of people below stepped on the seats and climbed up from the bottom, but Nietzsche was not stupid enough to try to be a hero, so he ran along the edge of the court. This scene was much more interesting than Marcus Flint's dead ball.

Nietzsche tore off his tie and ran towards the crowded place. The spells behind him made him run away in panic, but he also accidentally hurt other people.

"Excuse me, spare me a moment..." He quickly shot back, shouting, "They did it, those are Slytherin fifth and sixth year students! They think Harry Potter deserved it!"

One of the little badgers stood up angrily.

"Prefect Gabrielle Truman?"

"It's Slytherin again, brothers. Do you really think we are easy to bully..." the Hufflepuff prefect shouted gruffly, "Teach them a lesson. It's too arrogant to win a game!"

Nietzsche pinched his nose, hid behind them and shouted: "Yes, too arrogant!"

From the time when the Slytherin purebloods accidentally injured the first Hufflepuff, the battlefield was no longer limited to the Slytherin audience stand...