Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Keep quiet in the library. I'll warn you the first time, but I'll ask you to leave the second time," Madam Pince scolded unhappily.

Hubble shrank back and gave an awkward smile in apology.

"What did Nietzsche say?" Lavender inquired.

"He hasn't been in a good mood lately." Theodore almost leaned over the table and leaned his head across to say, "Except for the questions Professor Quirrell personally asked him to answer, he didn't add extra points to other classes."

After Malfoy and his gang deducted 100% from their score last time, Slytherin's hourglass seemed to be a little less than Gryffindor's.

But Draco didn't think it was his own problem, and instead put the blame on Quirrell.

Everyone was in a bad mood. They also knew that Nietzsche and several Gryffindors were admitted to the school infirmary, so they were cautious when talking to them. After all, no one knew what Nietzsche would be like when he was really angry.

But at noon one day, some small snakes saw it.

That day, Nietzsche had just come out of the school infirmary and happened to meet Draco.

"Isn't this the leader of that group of traitors?" He sniffed the smell on the other person and acted with disgust, "I knew it was a bone spirit as soon as I smelled it. He must have been beaten up...haha."

Daphne looked at Nietzsche in confusion but said nothing.

Traitor...is the nickname given to Nietzsche and the anti-pure school by Draco and his group.

"How do you know it's the bone spirit? Right... let me guess, you must have eaten a lot." Nietzsche didn't even want to look at him any more, turned around and left.

"Why is Granger not here? Are you that...Muggle-born who is still receiving treatment at St. Mungo's, hehe." Draco didn't want to miss any opportunity to make fun of him, "You deserve it."

This is what he heard from the Gryffindor chatter during Potions class.

Although I don't know the reason, I just feel very happy and enjoy it...and this is exactly what Nietzsche hated the most.

Nietzsche stopped at the steps of the second-floor corridor with his back to them. Just as Draco was guessing the reason, he suddenly became speechless, his face gradually turned red, and he began to scratch his neck with both hands.

He looked like something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't breathe.

"It seems that person said something wrong - you are more suitable for the Cruciatus Curse." Nietzsche's calm voice came from the other side, "To torture people for fun...ha."

This does not require any malice to be conveyed to people.

Nietzsche was very clear about his own thoughts... He wanted to vent, especially when some of Draco's personality traits were infinitely close to Voldemort. He hated him even more.

Pansy and the others panicked as they watched Draco tearing helplessly at his collar.

"Do you want to kill him?!" she yelled in horror, pulling out her wand.

But Pansy didn't know what kind of dark magic Ni used, nor how many spells were used to break it. Just looking at Malfoy's miserable struggle, she began to feel a little panic in her heart, and began to gradually retreat.

She didn't know what had happened to cause Nietzsche's attitude to change.

Draco suddenly gasped for breath. He felt that Nietzsche was now like a madman. After a series of coughs, the blockage in his throat was relieved.

"If killing him could put an end to the mess his father created," Niece said in the calmest tone, "it's a pity that we can't... it will only backfire."

The most regrettable thing is that Nietzsche could not blindly fall into the desire composed of hatred as Voldemort hoped.

"You're crazy..." Pansy suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with Nietzsche.

Normally, Nietzsche would just talk, and even if he took action, he would wait for the other party to take action first before fighting back.

But now it was different. That disgusted gaze was like a sword without a shaft... He was not just as harmless, sunny and hopeful as Harry Potter and Granger said.

In other words, they should be thankful that Nietzsche had a bottom line.

"Traitor? What a derogatory word." Nietzsche said, "No, I want to do much more than that, Draco, do you think the Malfoy family has a pure bloodline? You are the one who is truly the most betrayer."

"I won't allow you to slander the Malfoy family!!" Draco covered his throat and shouted angrily.

But Nietzsche ignored him and smiled instead.

"Coming to England with the Norman Conquest, they served William I to obtain land and wealth, and then came to the wizarding world as a noble pureblood..."

"If you insult my family again, it won't just be between you and me!" Draco shook off Goyle and Crabbe's hands, and his extreme anger made him begin to tremble.

The Malfoys started out serving a Muggle?

What a joke! This is not what Draco believes to be the correct history.

"What makes you think I would see you as...an adversary?" Nietzsche turned around in disbelief.

Voldemort wanted them to stay together for warmth.

It didn't matter. He and Uncle Mycroft would cut off the teeth and scales of these venomous snakes one by one.

Volume 1: Chapter 72: Quirrell's Farewell Performance

By the time Hermione returned, it was already a week before the exam.

Madam Pince usually liked to see the young wizards staying up late to study in the last few days.

After discussing, the wizards suddenly discovered that among all the subjects in the final exam, the most fatal one was the Defense Against the Dark Arts course which replaced Transfiguration.

No one knows what questions Qi Luo will give, because different teachers give different question styles every year.

"I just hope to get a P (pass) and go back to report." Ron looked at the pile of books in the middle of the long table and suddenly felt a little sleepy. "Professor Quirrell shouldn't be that strict. He seems easy to talk to."

He must have suffered from the 'reading-induced sleepiness syndrome'.

"You're right, but Quirrell is a professor with twelve Owls certificates, so you don't know what areas he will start with, from Herbology to astronomy, runes..." Theodore spoke like a tape recorder.

"But he is indeed easy to talk to. The last time Harry had a headache in class, Professor Quirrell told him to go back and rest." Neville retorted.

Because they were in the library, their voices were very low.

But this made Hermione even more irritated. All the voices were like countless mosquitoes buzzing in her ears.

"Professor Quirrell can't possibly come up with something we haven't learned!" Hermione interrupted their conversation and said in an almost commanding tone, "If you want to pass, don't even think about starting with the professor!"

It was not until the exam week that the young wizards from Gryffindor and Slytherin saw the test papers for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Just like Hermione said, as long as they had attended Quirrell's class, they would pass. They only needed to write "A Classification of Dark Magic" and "The Difference Between Universal Breaking Spells and Fighting Poison with Poison".

The first few days were all theoretical exams, and everyone was in the stuffy classroom, answering the questions using the feather pens handed out by the professor.

But Nietzsche prefers the Potions exam... Of course not because the exam is easy, but because the basement is cool!

“Da..da..da..da..da…”

Although the quill pen has an anti-cheating spell, some other Muggle wizards will tap the table with their fingers, making sounds of varying lengths as a secret signal to send "urgent information" to their companions at the next table.

With this trick, Neville helped Ron pass the Herbology exam. Now, it was Harry and Ron's turn to repay him.

But suddenly, Harry's knocking on the table became rapid.

"Da da da da~"

"What does this mean?" Neville said to himself as he listened to the continuous, uninterrupted knocking sounds.

He didn't know what was wrong with Harry, so he started counting the number of taps on his fingers.

"Potter, if you can't control your hands, get out of the classroom." Snape's voice came from behind him, "Mr. Longbottom, is that what you mean?"

The other lions and snakes sighed and covered their faces.

But the amazing thing was that Snape only said some harsh words to Longbottom and did not force him to leave the examination room on the spot.

"Let me see who has to retake the course next year...Haha, Mr. Longbottom, there's still half an hour left before the end of the exam, so keep writing." After the old bat sneered, he wiped Neville's desk and walked to the other side.

As soon as the theoretical exam was over, Hermione couldn't wait to sit next to Nietzsche at the dinner before the practical exam.

Although in Nietzsche's view, this seemed like showing off... Especially for the final exam in History of Magic, Hermione almost memorized the entire exam content.

"It's easier than I thought. The Transfiguration exam didn't involve the content of Today's Transfiguration. By the way, who did you fill in as 'the first Minister of Magic' in the History of Magic exam?" she asked nervously.

Nietzsche silently moved his chair aside. This was his answer.

"Can we not check our answers after the test?" He suddenly felt that the gazpacho on his plate didn't taste as good.

"Wait a minute, let me look..." Hermione liked to review the test content after the test. After looking at the textbook covered with sticky notes, she continued, "I wrote 'Urik Gamp', ah ha! I was right!"

But generally speaking, after the exam, if someone is laughing, there will definitely be someone crying.

The smile didn't disappear, it just moved from Hubble's face across from Nietzsche to Hermione's.

"Fuck!" Hubble glared at Hermione angrily.

The next morning was the Charms and Transfiguration exams. The corridor was crowded with students. The professor would only call one student in at a time, and during this time, everyone was looking forward to the professor calling out their name first.

No matter what, if I finish the exam early I can have some fun for a while.

Compared to others, Hermione and Nietzsche were not too nervous. They were only thinking about how to spend their summer vacation.

"I've made up my mind. I'll go to the Oxford Library to look up information on runes, then study medicine, and then review the knowledge for next semester..." Hermione leaned against the wall, her tone full of warning.

But Nietzsche just said "Oh".

"Do you understand me?" Hermione pursed her lips and bumped him with her shoulder.

"If you mean for me to accompany you, I may... not have that much time." Nietzsche hit back.

Lavender and Parvati, who were standing in front of the two, and Daphne, who was standing at the back of the line, pricked up their ears... There was something fishy going on. Could it be that the two of them were planning a date so early in the summer vacation?

Huh? Didn't their parents stop them?

But Nietzsche and Hermione were like two children, bumping into each other and neither of them willing to give in.

"No! What I mean is that you are not allowed to disturb my plans!" Hermione nodded slightly and said seriously, "You are not allowed to suddenly appear behind my yard during the summer vacation just to go to the store to buy a bottle of soda."

"And comics..." Nietzsche added, squinting his eyes.

"Whatever it is, the relationship between you and me!" Hermione said viciously, making a slashing motion with her palm, "It ends after the summer vacation! Do you understand?"

Parvati listened intently.

what relationship?

How come Hermione never told her?

Could it be that what Theodore from Slytherin said was right --- there is a rift between Hermione and Nietzsche or something...

But Hermione suddenly changed the subject and said, "Of course, if you want to read some books, I have no objection."

Nietzsche and Hermione were mentioned one after another.

"Just have this tap dance across the table." Professor Flitwick stood on the pile of books as usual, pointing at the pineapple in front of him and said, "This kind of test is too easy for you, so don't waste your time."

Professor Flitwick looked at the report cards of Slytherin and Gryffindor students, and put an o (excellent) behind the names of Nietzsche and Hermione in advance.

Nietzsche and Hermione made the pineapple grow two calves one after another, and performed funny dance steps to complete the exam.

"One more thing, Miss Granger, you should know a lot about dueling, right?" Professor Flitwick stopped Hermione who was about to leave, "I have heard a lot from Quirinus."

He was cheerful and seemed to be impressed by his opponent's dueling talent.

Especially Miss Granger. Although this little witch is very smart, she is still a little restrained in practicing spells... She is too well-behaved, which makes Flitwick feel a little pity, so he comes up with some ideas.

He intended to train Granger to be a dueling genius.

"You mean the Dueling Club?" Hermione said with concern. "But that's only for senior students..."

"I didn't let you join the duel club. Because of your age, I can only let you watch from the side." Flitwick cleared his throat and called the next student in a shrill voice to come in for the exam.

In fact, this is just a loophole in school rules.

Hermione was loved by both the head of house, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, so as long as Flitwick didn't say anything, McGonagall, as the deputy headmistress, would just turn a blind eye to certain things.

This idea became even more certain when Flitwick heard that Hermione went to the school infirmary or St. Mungo's Hospital every now and then.

At least Hermione should be able to protect herself.

The Transfiguration test was to turn a mouse into a snuff bottle - success was considered a pass, with extra points for beauty.

Professor McGonagall rarely failed a class... unless the student couldn't perform even the most basic Transfiguration.

"Everything is ready." Quirrell stretched and continued marking the test papers in the office. "They are gradually relaxing their vigilance. Now is a good time, but I don't understand..."

He wrote a big D (poor) on Malfoy's report card in red ink.

No matter what, he was going to be willful today. Even if the test results were just passing, he would still give Draco Malfoy a "very poor" grade based on his usual performance.

"What?" said Voldemort listlessly.

"Why aren't you worried about Snape, he might have betrayed you a long time ago."

"He is the last person to betray me..." Voldemort smiled sinisterly, "Who do you think spread the news about the Potter family back then? He just thought I was dead, just like those people."

But now Voldemort does not want to expose himself in front of Snape too early, because he still has great use.