Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

First Hufflepuff, then Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

The Gryffindor group was just there to join in the fun; in fact, they had no idea what was going on until a repelling spell from the opposite audience seat blew a lion's red top hat away.

"Potter will win! Will win!!"

"Seamus, use your blasting spell, blow them up!"

"That was a Transfiguration spell, not an Explosion Curse."

"Who cast the Disarming Curse? Who cast the Tickle Curse...haha...Disarming Curse, Tickle Curse..."

Nietzsche sneaked past the fallen wizards and got up from the ground. Looking at the chaotic scene of flying spells in front of him, he smiled and patted the dust off his robe, as if it had nothing to do with him.

It seems that wizards are no different from those football hooligans.

The only ones who could escape the disaster were the teachers' seats and the commentary room. Lee Jordan lowered his head to avoid a red spell that splashed in from the window gap, then immediately hugged his legs and squatted under the table.

He looked at Professor McGonagall and said, "This... this has nothing to do with me this time. I didn't say anything provocative. I was just concentrating on explaining..."

Volume 1: Chapter 45: Hermione in the Wind

"Who...who threw a shoe in my face?!"

"I tell you, even if we win today, we may not be able to get past Ravenclaw..."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that you Ravenclaws will definitely beat us Hufflepuffs? Brothers, beat him up!"

"..."

The entire audience was in chaos, but even so, they would not throw people onto the court.

After Hermione bent down to dodge a blue spell, she ran to the edge of the Quidditch field. She pressed her back against the wall, dodging the oncoming spells while raising the telescope to observe:

Is anyone still watching upwards, Harry? Has the waves regained control?

"You, take advantage of the chaos to teach her a lesson!" Draco couldn't see Nietzsche, so evil thoughts arose in his mind.

Goyle rushed out of the crowd and was about to pounce on Hermione, but he was hit by the blue spell in mid-air. He fainted on the spot and snored on his face like a dead pig.

"Get away from me, bastard!" Hermione kicked him away.

It was unclear whether he was scolding Gore who tried to attack him, or Nietzsche who caused the trouble.

Where is it? Who is that person? Learn his way of thinking. Granger, you have been with Nietzsche for so long that you can finally understand what he means... What if someone suddenly starts fighting next to you when you are concentrating?

If it were a wizard, he would definitely be impatient, or simply stay away from the battlefield.

Hermione turned the camera and moved away from the corner of the audience. First of all, ordinary students could not use dark magic to interfere with the flying brooms produced by the Nimbus Company - this is the absolute gap.

"Okay, all the students are participating in...the farce caused by that bastard." Hermione muttered to herself through gritted teeth.

Of course, she checked every corner of the court, and after making sure there were no suspicious figures, she immediately looked towards the podium of the teachers' seats.

A few people were missing - Dean McGonagall and Professor Quirrell.

"Everyone be quiet!"

No, Professor McGonagall was always watching Jordan in the lecture room. She could clearly see the headmaster's angry and anxious face swaying in the lecture room window.

While drinking water, Snape drew out his wand to block the spell that was heading towards him.

But Quirrell was the first to reach the center of the crowd. When Professor McGonagall was still walking quickly down the stairs, the stuttering Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had already stopped a small number of people.

Quirrell raised his hands and waved them down like a conductor ordering the music to begin. The students around him instantly felt a pressure on their shoulders.

With the professor at the center, the crowd of about five seats in a radius were all pressed crookedly on the steps. Even raising their hands was a difficult task. Their sudden fall made the others stop.

"I..I said...just watch the game quietly!!" He seemed very satisfied with his results, and shouted happily with his wand against his throat.

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall came over slowly, angrily shooting several sparks into the sky, and shouted loudly, "Unprecedented...Unreasonable...Look at yourselves, you are just like street thugs!"

Then he ran to Quirrell to express his gratitude.

"Quirinus, your spellcasting has improved again, huh?" Dean Flitwick stood on a chair and saw the students who were pushed back into their chairs.

"No..nothing. Just some new..new attempts..."

But his expression changed the next second. He covered his chest, gasping for breath, and fell backwards. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was standing beside him and quickly grabbed his lower back.

"You are hurt?"

"No, my magic power is consumed too quickly." Quirrell stammered, "It's just a new spell."

"Ten points will be deducted from each college... No, twenty points! Fifty points! Everyone, go back to your seats!" Professor McGonagall looked up at the black shadows that kept passing by in the sky, and immediately said to Madam Hooch, "Don't worry about it, the game continues."

It was the first time Hermione saw Professor McGonagall truly angry. She didn't know if she would notice anything, but then she thought, it wasn't any of her fault, so there was nothing to worry about.

It's just that the professor's natural suppressive power on students was magnified dozens of times on Hermione.

But this heinous incident must be explained.

"Those prefects who can still move, come here!"

Gabrielle Truman from Hufflepuff, Percy Weasley from Gryffindor, Gemma Farley from Slytherin, and Penelope Clearwater from Ravenclaw.

Except for the Slytherins, the others all came over covered in dust.

"What happened? Why did you two start fighting? Tell me everything that happened honestly, starting with... you! Penelope!!"

"Professor, it was Gryffindor who started to attack us..." She shrugged her shoulders and said aggrievedly, "They shouted something like 'Gryffindor is the champion' and rushed around everywhere."

So the pressure was on Percy.

Hermione crouched down and squeezed her head through the gap.

"Percy... I thought you, as an older brother, would set a good example for your younger brothers and juniors..."

"No, Professor!" Percy stood up straight and pointed at Hufflepuff. "It was Hufflepuff and Slytherin who started the fight, and then it affected us. Cormac McLaggen has not yet been freed from the petrification."

Professor McGonagall said nothing, but rolled her eyes with an expression on her face.

"Slytherin started it first. We were eating snacks and watching Quidditch when we were suddenly beaten!"

"why?"

"They...they..." Gabrielle turned around and called a little badger over, whispering, "Why did they beat us then?"

"Prefect, isn't it that the senior class in Slytherin is too arrogant?" The little badger said honestly, "Someone said at the time... maybe at the beginning there was a dispute between Slytherin and the Hufflepuff who was leading the class."

Hermione opened her mouth, but finally swallowed her words.

She clearly saw Nietzsche pulling off his tie before getting into Hufflepuff. Now the group of Slytherins chasing him became the culprits. It was simply... in one word, absolutely terrible.

No matter what, we can't let Harry Potter learn bad things from Nietzsche.

"Is this really the case?" Mag turned to look at the tall girl.

"Indeed." Farley did not refute, and bowed slightly to several prefects, "But they were not heading for Hufflepuff at first. I think it was just a misunderstanding. I apologize for this."

She hooked her finger behind her, and then the first group of Slytherins were pushed out.

The pro-pure-blood senior Slytherins blushed and clenched their fists. Finally, under Gemma Farley's warning look, they supported each other and apologized to each prefect one by one.

But this is not the end of the story...

"Bullshit! If they have a misunderstanding, why should they insult Hufflepuff Quidditch and insult us!" A hand suddenly raised in the crowd, with a yellow and black tie in the hand.

The 'badger' was Nietzsche, who had taken a tie from the unconscious Hufflepuff student.

He deliberately made his voice rough so that the professor in front of him would not hear anything wrong.

His words made the other Hufflepuffs nod and shout. The little badgers had nowhere to vent their anger, so they followed Nietzsche's lead and waved their fists and threw their ties and hats forward.

Hufflepuffs have always been united when facing outsiders.

The yellow and black ties and paper hats with Quidditch team badges were thrown towards Slytherin.

Everything was beyond Hermione's expectations, and she could only step aside helplessly.

"Wait a minute, everyone, this has nothing to do with us!" Warrington stood up and behaved calmly.

Originally, the Slytherins thought that Warrington, the half-blood who had been bullied by Marcus, came to protect them, but they didn't expect that the other party turned sideways, raised his hand and pointed at them with an angry look on his face.

He said: "These shameful guys enjoy making fun of others, even in Quidditch, they like to play some tricks... We Slytherins will never associate with such people!"

In fact, what Warrington said was right. Even those Slytherins who just wanted to protect themselves were unwilling to be involved.

So those people all stepped back a few steps and temporarily kicked those senior wizards who were supporting each other out of Slytherin. They tried to retreat as far away from this incident as possible and not get involved with the scapegoat.

"Warrington! If that's the case, Nietzsche was the first to take action!" one of them shouted.

"Yes, it was me." Nietzsche pushed through the crowd and walked out from the other side. "Dear Dean, they stopped me from preventing Harry from falling, and I can testify that they did humiliate Hufflepuff."

As for the insults...they were all fighting because of an accidental injury, so it's normal to try to get some advantage with words.

Nietzsche knew that the professor was angry, so he lowered his attitude.

And when he was narrating the whole thing, he looked into Professor McGonagall's eyes sincerely... He really didn't lie, he just spoke selectively.

In order to prevent Slytherin from returning to its original position, he specifically picked out Warrington, Theodore and others.

"When Potter's broom was out of control, I asked Nott, Hubble and others to keep an eye on Harry. This way, when he fell, we could effectively prevent him from getting hurt and continue the exciting game."

"But apparently some people are used to Marcus's shameless behavior. Dean McGonagall, if Harry Potter is injured, Gryffindor will lose its Seeker and can only wait for failure."

Nietzsche's words not only cut off the group of seniors, but also won the favor of this group of Slytherins.

Percy Weasley excitedly shook Nietzsche's hands. He had heard about such a person in Slytherin a long time ago. He didn't expect that the other party was really as good as Harry said. It completely refreshed his impression of Slytherin.

"Thank you, Harry, it's really nice to have a friend like you..." He looked over the other's shoulder and nodded to Warrington and the others.

Even Professor McGonagall's eyes softened.

Look at what the gap is!

Nietzsche Holmes was thinking about how to save people, but this group of people would rather attack students from their own college and insult people from other colleges just for a small Quidditch championship.

"Ten points deducted from Slytherin!"

Quirrell ignored Snape's murderous look, held on to the chair, and stood up while breathing weakly.

"But for Nietzsche's... behavior, add another twenty points..."

At this time, Snape finally walked out from behind the crowd, and Professor McGonagall held the boy's shoulders and stood in front of him.

"Minerva, if I remember correctly, I am the head of Slytherin." Snape was very smooth. "Hitting people is against the Hogwarts school rules. I think... Nietzsche and the others should be handed over to me."

"Quirinus has already deducted his points just now, which is reasonable."

Quirrell nodded in agreement, and it seemed that he and Professor McGonagall were on Nietzsche's side.

Professor McGonagall naturally did not have a very good face towards Snape. It was obvious that she cared very much about Slytherin's previous winning of the Quidditch championship, and this time Nietzsche saved Gryffindor.

Dumbledore, the 'headmaster', was not there, and if Harry really fell, he would definitely be hurt to some extent.

"Nietzsche, you are a Slytherin, you have to..."

However, the other party didn't buy it at all.

"Are you threatening me, Professor?" Nietzsche's head popped out from beside Professor McGonagall. "If Slytherin can only win in this way, then I should really say sorry."

"Maybe the Slytherins are used to this," McGonagall interjected.

This is an opportunity! The moment Warrington saw Snape turn around, he immediately straightened his back!

At this moment, Harry dived and fell to the ground on all fours. People immediately lay on the fence of the audience, their eyes wide open. As Harry coughed, a golden ball was spit out.

He ignored the saliva, grabbed the golden snitch and raised it above his head, shouting, "I caught the snitch!"

"One hundred and fifty points! Gryffindor overtook Slytherin, we won!"

Professor McGonagall clapped happily, then hugged Nietzsche excitedly. She finally saw Gryffindor rise again in Quidditch.

"It seems that Slytherin's little tricks don't work, Godric!"

Although this was a victory for Gryffindor, many little snakes also admired Harry because after they put themselves in his shoes, they realized that it was impossible for them to hold on without falling down in that situation.

So they turned their attention to Marcus, who was still feeling frustrated on the grass.

"Perhaps... the Slytherin captain really can't win without that trick."

Hermione did not immediately celebrate with Harry, Neville and others, but ran to Nietzsche with a telescope.

"You deliberately made such a big noise, so you should have discovered something, right?"

"Of course." Nietzsche dragged her out and said softly, "But I'm a little hungry now. How about we find a quiet place first?"