Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

It’s not that Dumbledore is unwilling, but the right to use it is not in his hands. He is only responsible for protection.

He saw Nietzsche's idea: this child did not delve into the so-called "second chance in life", but was willing to give it to those in need, just like the sun, which rises in the east and sets in the west just to let everyone enjoy the light.

"What's your plan?" Dumbledore asked, wanting to hear his proposal.

"From the perspective of the dark wizard's purpose, he needs this huge opportunity, so I can let him get it, because we can control it in reverse... Quirrell also needs life."

This sounds like a gamble.

"What if Quirrell didn't do it? This is a gamble... I'm sorry I don't want to agree with this."

"Principal, you are wrong. You just said 'we cannot make a choice'... Any life will always have one choice in the face of any situation, and that is the most radical suicide."

Nietzsche did not think that Chirrut was being forced; he thought that he was free.

Even death cannot escape freedom.

"You may not know what you are talking about, Nietzsche. The other party is not an ordinary Death Eater, but the one who hates Harry the most. What you experienced yesterday was just a willful act of the other party."

"Maybe you should try to believe..." Nietzsche yawned and fell asleep dizzy.

He held the headmaster's chair with both hands and tilted his head to the side. He seemed to see countless choices of freedom in his dream and slept very soundly. Dumbledore did not disturb him but took a blanket and covered the student.

Nietzsche was too tired. A whole night of thinking and pondering had drained away all his energy.

Believe - is a heavy word for Dumbledore.

After waiting for a long time, Dumbledore finally drew up the curtain covering the portrait.

"Really arrogant, aren't they?" Headmaster Black glanced outside. "As expected of a Slytherin, hehe."

"In fact, the fact that Albus actually let a student sit in his chair is enough to surprise me." A headmaster wearing monocular glasses said with a smile, "Oh my God, another Slytherin~"

"Armando, Slytherin just lacks proper guidance..."

"Do you really want him to be involved in this?" The young woman in white wizard robes looked at the sleeping Nietzsche worriedly. "He has done enough. At least you can confirm his identity now."

The principals spoke in low voices, even Principal Black, who had a gloomy face just now.

It seemed as if they just wanted to scare the student. After all... they could only move around in the portrait and find some different fun for themselves.

"But he doesn't want to give up on others, you know?" Dumbledore's expression was complicated, and he wiped his crooked nose. "He has surpassed many people. I have to say that his plan makes me very excited."

"No, you can't let a child face that kind of guy..."

"This is my choice, my freedom, and Nietzsche's freedom. We... insist on doing this."

Phineas was the most irritable. He slapped the armrest angrily and sat on it, cursing at Dumbledore.

"You old man, you clearly can't stand to see Slytherin succeed. You finally produced a genius, but you want to send him to die... or let him meet a crazy lunatic!"

"Wait... Don't you always say that the lunatic is actually pretty good?" Armando interrupted.

Phineas Black was suddenly silent.

Dumbledore picked up the empty cup from the table, smiled helplessly, refilled it, then took out a bottle of dreamless sleeping potion from the side and dripped a few drops into it.

After drinking, he sat on the sofa behind Nietzsche and closed his eyes to rest.

Today is Sunday and there are no classes. Professor Snape sat in the empty classroom waiting for a long time, but Nietzsche didn't come. He simply closed the door, hugged his lame leg, and started to make healing potions by himself.

The person who knocked on the door of the Potions classroom again was not Nietzsche, but Professor Quirrell wrapped in a turban.

Hermione couldn't see Nietzsche in the library, so she could only look for information about Nicolas Flamel by herself.

"I don't want to watch it anymore. I'm about to throw up."

"At least we can't let Nietzsche do everything alone, Harry, go get Modern History of Magic and Outstanding Wizards."

In the Slytherin common room, several senior students who had been punished by Snape were thinking of secretly settling the score with Nietzsche, but they waited for a long time and didn't see him come back, and there was no one in the dormitory.

Theodore asked Hubble to take some people around the castle to remind Nietzsche to pay attention when he came back...

On the days when he was not at Hogwarts, everyone seemed busy, but they always felt like something was missing.

No one expected that the person who had made them wait anxiously was now sitting in the principal's office and sleeping without a conscience.

Thanks to Headmaster Dumbledore for the sleeping potion...

At least Nietzsche didn't have to drag his tired body back to the dormitory to deal with those last men.

(Humph, a mere 8,000 words, not worth mentioning! After that, just follow the plot, and occasionally relax with some water plot.

By the way, I will prepare the book group after I finish writing the first part~)

Volume 1: Chapter 49 So the little snakes re-evaluated everything

(Sorry for the long wait, everyone)

It is normal to have a mirror in the principal's office, but who would put up a mirror that is two meters or even higher, and usually wrapped in gauze?

But even so, it cannot hide the golden border with intricate patterns and the claw-shaped supporting feet.

Nietzsche waited until almost dinner time, stretched himself, and woke up from his chair, his hair disheveled and his clothes askew from his twisting in sleep, and he planned to borrow the mirror.

'Eris Stella Erhru Ayi Teubi Kafru Ayi Te An Vohes'

The positive translation is a long list of names, while the negative translation is a warning.

When he actually looked into the mirror, he realized that it was not a bluff, because Nietzsche did not see his own reflection...it would be better to say that there was not even a single shadow.

The background also changed, from a circular room to a street.

"This is the Mirror of Erised. No one knows who made it, nor in which century it was made." Dumbledore sat on the sofa and looked at him confusedly. "It can reflect a person's deepest desires."

"Is it a destined outcome?"

"Unfortunately, it is not..."

Nietzsche thought it was like traveling through time and seeing what his future self would look like, but obviously that was not the case.

Judging from the description of Headmaster Dumbledore, it is more like some kind of toy that satisfies fantasy - allowing people to see their most powerful desires being satisfied and to indulge in fantasy to escape reality.

"What did you see?" Dumbledore seemed to have not yet recovered from the dreamless sleeping potion, and he sank into the sofa.

"A...street...?" Nietzsche was a little depressed. "There were a lot of people on it, and then it was gone."

"Gone?"

"That's all." Nietzsche stretched and said with a hint of contempt, "We are absolutely free and can independently control our own destiny, so...desires and ambitions are not immutable."

But he didn't tell the whole story. In fact, there were not only ordinary people on that street, half of them were wizards wearing bachelor's gowns.

The whole street looks like Diagon Alley inside Cambridge University. If it would make the headmasters in other portraits happier, they should say that Diagon Alley is included in the scope of Hogwarts School.

Ordinary people were selling more refined crucibles and raising various pets, and from time to time a motorcycle flew across the sky.

Then he saw the backs of a couple. Wait... they look familiar?

It's so weird and so... dreamy, to the point of being absolutely harmonious, and every little detail makes people feel extremely comfortable.

"But I can't see myself." Nietzsche said honestly, "I want to focus more on the choices I make now than on the future. What about you?"

"The Mirror of Erised is just something to make up for regrets... You know, an old man like me can only see that I was given a pile of wool socks that I can't wear at Christmas."

Dumbledore then added: "But it's not good to always dwell on the past, so I plan to move it out of the office."

"Oh~ I thought Professor McGonagall...you knew." Nietzsche turned his head and winked playfully.

Wool socks represent family affection. Perhaps Dumbledore was crying and complaining that no one loved him and he had to sit alone in school during Christmas.

It was not until Nietzsche left the headmaster's office that Dumbledore came to his senses. He laughed in silence and cursed in German in a low voice, "little bastard".

It's colder now.

The outdoors of Hogwarts was filled with white. It seemed that it had been snowing all day. The snowflakes were very large, but that was normal. After all, there were still more than thirty days until Christmas.

No matter how cold the wind outside was, it could not penetrate the Hogwarts castle. After finishing the classes on Monday morning, the young wizards immediately crowded into those places in the castle with fireplaces - the auditorium, the lounge, and the library.

Of course, you can also be like the Weasley twins and be sent to the office for violating school rules.

"Be careful. I heard that a bunch of shameless seniors want to take action against you when you leave school." Theodore concentrated on the chessboard.

In the wizarding world where entertainment is scarce, the only things that can help students relax are Gobstones and Wizarding Chess.

It is actually chess, but it is enchanted. The chess pieces eat each other by breaking each other into pieces. If the chess strategy is too bad, the commander will even be pointed at by the king and queen.

Sitting opposite Theodore Nott was Ron, and the two were playing an exciting game of wizard chess.

This is Slytherin after the Quidditch game. Even Ron has to face up to one fact - except for Malfoy and his gang, maybe they are all pretty good.

"They dare...Ahaha, two steps diagonally, knights on!"

"There is nothing they dare not do." Theodore Nott deliberately turned his head away and didn't look at the chessboard. "After Slytherin lost, Marcus was furious and he blamed you for everything."

"Hey! Hurry up, I'm waiting to checkmate you."

But Theodore ignored Ron, and the king on his side could only huddle on the throne with his legs hugged, trembling as he watched his subordinates turned into rubble in front of him.

Ron looked at Nott, who was suffering from intermittent deafness, and put away the chessboard with satisfaction. He had figured out these Slytherins. The way they looked basically meant they had admitted defeat, but they would not say it out loud.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he wins.

"At worst you can just ask Hermione to help you, or you can stay at school during the Christmas holidays."

Seeing Ron's familiar tone, those who didn't know would have thought that Nott was a Hufflepuff...Since the Quidditch incident, many Gryffindors have seen Percy Weasley and Nietzsche shaking hands.

That's the Weasley family! You know how much they don't get along with Slytherin.

"Don't try to drag me down. Why don't you go and help him yourself?" Hermione sat at the front of the long table, with the others on her left and right. "I don't want to go home with injuries all over my body."

"Then return the things to me..."

"Don't even think about it! How many more times do you want to go to the principal's office, Nitze!"

Hermione only had to raise her head to see everything that happened on both sides of the long table. She felt uncomfortable watching Gryffindor and Slytherin interacting with each other.

Everything was based on Nietzsche's investigation at the time, and the farce seemed to be something he had done on purpose, but judging from his motives, it seemed like a casual operation.

If it were her, Hermione thought it would be impossible for her to do two things at the same time - to stir up the emotions of the college and to investigate. This was also what she admired the most, because in Nietzsche's hands, both things could be achieved at the same time with just one opportunity.

Harry got used to it, and suddenly found that these Slytherins were easier to get along with than he thought.

It can even be said that when it comes to Quidditch, they actually admire Harry, which seems to confirm what the Sorting Hat said, that he might be able to do great things in Slytherin.

"Take it easy. Wood is now planning to unite several other teams and ask the professors to remove Marcus from the Slytherin team. It would be strange if Marcus doesn't go crazy."

After noticing Hermione's gaze, Nietzsche simply put a licorice wand in his mouth.

He spread his hands nonchalantly, indicating that the matter had nothing to do with him...but Nietzsche was right, it was indeed Warrington's own idea. It must be said that Slytherin was still good at this.

Those little tricks are as insidious as possible.

But Hermione's warning was not wrong, because Slytherin's insidiousness did not change, but under the influence of Nietzsche, it became a kind of "righteous" insidiousness.

There was a sense of déjà vu of legally looting ships and the British navy beating up the Spanish fleet.

"He deserves it!" Ron waved his fist, looking for the next challenger in the wizard chess game. "If you ask me, a guy who can only win by fouling should have been...what's the Muggle called?"

"Send off." Nott reminded.

"Oh yes, that's right! If there weren't so few substitutes in Quidditch games, there should have been a 'send someone off the field' rule!"

"It was called a red card during the game, now it should be called a lifetime ban," said Dean Thomas of Gryffindor.

Looking at the excited classmates around him, Nietzsche was a little dazed for a moment.

He casually pulled Nott and whispered, "Don't tell me this has nothing to do with Warrington."

"Of course, this is a good opportunity. Now everyone can see how Marcus wins." Nott bumped his shoulder and smiled sinisterly, "We know... we will never play games by the rules of pure blood."

Nietzsche Holmes: Hiss, hiss, hiss?

At first, the Slytherin snakes didn't quite understand.

But later, Warrington proved this statement with his actions... He first used Quidditch to bring some people from other Quidditch teams closer, and then took this opportunity to add fuel to the fire, making the fire burn bigger.

What are the pureblood rules?

In short, the people who hold the power of speech in Slytherin are always the pro-pure-blood faction. They brainwash every class, telling the freshmen what honor is, why bloodline is supreme, and why Slytherin is superior...

All moral standards and codes of conduct are "inherited" from one generation to the next.

Until Nietzsche's time...the pure-blooded symbol system was re-evaluated.

"So we are having a good chat now, and there is nothing wrong with being a Gryffindor."