Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Dumbledore did not disturb them. He left, whistling happily and humming a little tune. He planned to go see Harry Potter.

"Well... you are a smart man, let me be frank." Quirrell sighed and said, "I plan to go to Oxford University to meet a friend in August, and I can testify to some pure-blood murders."

Hermione quietly grabbed a biscuit from the table.

The sound of the biscuit being crunched made Nietzsche and the professor turn their heads at the same time and look at her.

"No, just talk if you want to. Why are you looking at me?" Hermione was a little embarrassed and stammered, "I had nothing to eat all night and I'm hungry this morning. Is there any problem?"

"No, I just suddenly thought of something." Nietzsche lifted the quilt and sat up.

"Don't!!"

"I just happened to be planning to accompany Miss Granger to the Oxford Library, and it looks like it's convenient for the summer vacation."

"Ni! Tse!"

Volume 1: Chapter 75 Fortunately, God Bless Slytherin

Harry finally found out what happened.

At least Dumbledore told him that Quirrell wanted to use him to kill himself and stop Voldemort, but the headmaster chose to keep it to himself as to whether he was still alive because he had good reasons to keep it a secret.

A few days later, the transcript came out.

"Look! I have one more O (Excellent) than you!" The sharp-eyed Hermione jumped and waved her hands when she saw Nietzsche walking up from the basement.

"Nonsense, it's impossible!" Nietzsche didn't believe it.

"I've been here since this morning. I was the first one to see the report card posted on the notice board." Hermione pulled his hand and shouted proudly, "Move aside, everyone... our grade will be the second to see the results."

Nietzsche found himself on the Slytherin first-year list.

By comparison, Nietzsche found that the only difference between him and Hermione was the score in Potions, which made him feel that he was being targeted.

"Why are you excellent and I'm E (good)?" Nietzsche rubbed his eyes and shouted, "The final exam is about forgetfulness potion, and I can recite the steps backwards! It must be a conspiracy!"

"Who is behind Hermione's conspiracy? The head of Slytherin?" Lavender said, "That's enough. We should be thankful that we can pass the test in the hands of the old bat."

Nietzsche was very unhappy. This must be Snape's secret revenge. He suddenly understood Slytherin's initial dissatisfaction - the head of Slytherin did not target Gryffindor.

"You'd better be careful with Granger. There's nothing that a woman who doesn't stay in bed just to see her report card can't do." Nietzsche complained madly to Hermione's roommates.

Harry was also very happy, at least he didn't have to repeat Snape's first year content.

When it comes to Potions exams, Gryffindors generally believe in 'passing is victory'.

"Hey, Draco, why are you so sad?" Ron leaned over, his eyes on the notice board, and a gloating laugh came out of his throat, "I know... Defense Against the Dark Arts 'D', very bad! Haha!"

"That lunatic---" Draco's face darkened as he pushed through the crowd and left.

"What a shame! Why didn't Professor Quirrell give him a 'T' (troll)?"

But this was just a minor episode, and by the end-of-year banquet in the evening, Nietzsche had forgotten about his achievements.

The Great Hall was filled with Slytherin green and silver, and flags with snake patterns were everywhere.

The Slytherins celebrated their seventh consecutive championship. Their cheers were completely different from the quiet and calm atmosphere at the beginning of the school year. It seemed that this year's Slytherins had a bit of Gryffindor in them.

Harry was the last to come in, with a photo album tucked under his arm.

"The new year has ended. As far as I know, Slytherin is currently far ahead in scores..." Before Dumbledore could finish his words, thunderous screams and applause broke out at the Slytherin dining table.

Next up was Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and finally Hufflepuff.

"Yes... that's great, but I think some recent finals events need to be taken into account." Dumbledore cleared his throat and turned towards the Gryffindor table, "including Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom."

Snape's smile gradually froze, but he finally sighed.

The Gryffindors were nervous and stood up, staring at the announcement of Headmaster Dumbledore with excited expressions. It seemed that they had already guessed what the Headmaster was going to say... maybe they could turn defeat into victory?

"Ron Weasley, fifty points for playing the most brilliant game of chess!"

"Neville Longbottom, for the sake of his friends, he never backed down in the face of a dark wizard even though he knew the consequences. Fifty points more!"

"Harry Potter, for your courage and bravery, I want to give Gryffindor another fifty points~"

"And Hermione Granger, for being decisive and not caring about the differences between the houses, gets 50 extra points from Gryffindor."

This added 200 points, directly surpassing Slytherin. The deafening roars of the lions seemed to blow the roof off the house, especially George and Fred, who even jumped onto the table to dance.

Gryffindor was ahead of Slytherin by a full eighty points.

But Nietzsche just said nothing. He raised his glass, shook it towards Hermione, and clinked the glasses in the air.

"In addition, we also need extraordinary wisdom and thinking... Especially when facing danger, we need to distinguish what is the right choice..." Dumbledore continued after waiting for Gryffindor to finish celebrating.

This time, he turned around and aimed at the Slytherin.

But what's the use? Even if I add another 50 points, I can't surpass those lions.

Slytherin just glanced at the headmaster dejectedly, looking at the green banner behind the guest of honor seat, feeling somewhat unwilling and sad.

"Nietzsche? John Holmes, sharp thinking and observation, and the courage to trust others... Sometimes I have to admit that it is not enough to have the courage to face the darkness, we also need to resist!"

"It is in the process of resistance that we are free, so... one hundred points for Slytherin."

Snape's head, which was originally buried in the bowl, suddenly raised up and looked at Dumbledore in horror - is someone impersonating the headmaster of Hogwarts?

The Slytherins were somewhat incredulous.

"One...one hundred points?" Theodore was twiddling his fingers like an idiot. "So we've surpassed Gryffindor and won the championship for the seventh time in a row?"

After a long time, the Slytherins finally burst into shocking shouts. This time, their voices were even louder than those of the Gryffindors before. And this time Dumbledore did not stop them, but sat down.

At this time, Snape immediately grabbed Dumbledore's clothes and pulled them towards him.

"I thought you..."

"Why?" The headmaster interrupted him. "Does it matter who wins? Students will lose points if they violate school rules, and will get extra points if they do the right thing. This is normal...Okay, Severus, be happy."

Nietzsche noticed that Professor McGonagall shook hands with Snape and showed no displeasure.

It's just that Professor Flitwick looked a little sad, as if he regretted Professor Quirrell's "sacrifice".

On the contrary, the dean smiled awkwardly, and then looked at the little snakes below that were out of control. He did not stop them or say anything like "pay attention to etiquette" or other nonsense.

"It's because of Nietzsche!" Warrington stood up and raised his glass. "Thank goodness!"

Fortunately they have Nietzsche Holmes.

In Slytherin, talent is important, intelligence is also important, but making the right choice without harming the interests of everyone is the greatest, and now they have seen...

They passed the pure-blood seats and gathered around a Muggle wizard.

“Thank goodness!!”

"God save the Queen!"

Wait a minute... is there some weird celebration mixed in?

Theodore, Hubble and others lifted Nietzsche up so that his height was level with the wine glasses held high by the crowd.

"Everyone, thank goodness for you...for freedom." Nietzsche smiled happily. He enjoyed the cheers and excitement of the wizards. That emotion infected him. "For the greater Slytherin and Hogwarts."

How simple these wizards are, they can be molded~

By the next day, the wizards' luggage had been automatically cleared, and even the toad that ran into the toilet appeared in Neville's cage. Hagrid led the students on the wooden boat home and arrived at the Hogsmeade platform.

Nietzsche seemed to have not yet recovered from his joy. He stared at a "Flower Care Manual" for a long time and suddenly laughed to himself.

His laughter startled Mercury in the cage.

"I can finally take a break." Hermione curled up in the chair like a puddle of mud, looking at the scenery outside the window.

The naive Hermione Granger had no idea what kind of trouble she would be involved in after returning home.

Never mind, things will work out when the time comes. Just have a good sleep and we’ll talk about it later!

(How could Quirrell die? How could a good man like Fox just give out a lousy knife?)

Volume 1: Chapter 76: Harry, the Fox and the Tiger

"If I remember correctly, you're not the type who likes pressed flowers." Hermione said without raising her head while holding the book.

The girl's body swayed slightly with the rumble of the train, and the summer sun made her brown hair appear orange, just like the orange-flavored soda sold on the street.

After a series of events, Hermione became much calmer than when she first entered school.

"I stole this Flower Care Manual from Chilo's office. It has strict instructions for potted plants and plant specimens...but the owner of this book is not Chilo."

Nietzsche tilted the book a little, revealing his gray-blue eyes.

"Let me see...Moriarty..." He turned the book over and faced Hermione, as if to show off his new discovery, "Maybe this is Quirrell's Muggle friend."

Hermione nodded uncertainly and did not respond.

The train stopped at King's Cross Station before dinner. Hermione and Nietzsche changed out of their wizard robes in the carriage and corridor respectively and put on cool short-sleeved shirts and shirts again. To Hermione's surprise, she saw her parents this time.

Mrs. Granger and Watson were chatting about medical issues, while Mr. Granger was observing the wizards around them with Sherlock.

"They're coming down!" Mrs. Granger was the first to notice the two little ones carrying luggage.

Hermione forced herself to smile, took a running start as usual, and then flew into Mrs. Granger's arms. She put her arms around her mother's waist... This made Mrs. Granger smile so hard that she couldn't stop, so she rubbed the brown-haired ball.

She certainly missed her mother, especially during her time at St. Mungo's.

"How is living at school?" Mr. Granger instinctively sensed something, but he himself was not sure.

Hermione carried her own luggage, held his hand and said, "Everything is fine."

She shook her head almost imperceptibly at Nietzsche, signaling him not to tell her what they had experienced.

This time, there was an extra guard on the wall between the entrance and exit, but he didn't seem to realize that the two families were Muggles. He just kept telling them that no more than three people could be allowed at a time.

"Relax, even if he knows we are not wizards, it won't do anything to him." Sherlock turned sideways like a gentleman, "Would you two go first?"

This trick worked well for Mrs. Granger because she stepped on her husband.

Mr. Granger felt a little aggrieved, so he stepped forward and swiftly took off his wife's sweater, also acting like a gentleman.

"Look, Watson, I told you... marriage is a grave." Sherlock watched the Grangers walk past the load-bearing wall before returning to his mean look. "I've seen your boring, pathetic future."

They’re back, they’re all back. Nietzsche was so moved.

Saying the most embarrassing words in the calmest tone, this is the Sherlock he knows.

"I think Mr. Granger is enjoying it." Watson grabbed Nietzsche's shoulders and forcibly pulled him to his side. "As for dying alone...you should enjoy it alone."

There was no movement at all when they passed through the wall, and Watson just blinked habitually a second before crashing into it.

Looking at the station filled with ordinary people, Nietzsche felt a little relieved. Before he took two steps, he saw Harry holding an owl cage, standing at the entrance of the station, following a couple and a fat man dejectedly.

The man's eyes were angry, and while talking to Harry, he glanced at passers-by from time to time.

Soon, the little fat boy that he and his wife were holding suddenly froze in place, not daring to move forward another step.

"What's the matter, Dudley darling?" the woman asked.

"Yes...it's him!" Dudley pointed at Nietzsche who was passing by and said hesitantly, "That madman, I saw him walk out of that wall...He was also one of the people."

Nietzsche grinned and deliberately made a sinister look.

But Harry rolled his eyes and waved to Nietzsche deliberately.

"Hurry up!" Vernon bulged his eyes, tugged at Harry's clothes, and shouted angrily, "We don't have time to waste here, and we don't welcome your friends...especially him!"

He looked on as Nietzsche approached, pulling Dudley behind him.

Dudley was terrified. He didn't expect that the person who sent him to the hospital was actually a freak.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley?" Watson looked at the other party with some disdain.

"Your son was expelled, so you sent him to that...that place full of freaks?!" Vernon's face flushed red, very savage, "Stay away from us."

Sherlock did not join in, but just looked at the Dursleys:

Vernon Dursley is as fat as his son, with no visible neck, a thick beard, and a very masculine attitude, which is related to his job. He is probably a middle-class man who often talks business with people.

Petunia Dursley has big joints and a long face. Judging from her attitude towards her son, she is a professional housewife and is very dependent on her family, almost to the point of... losing herself.

"Is this the reason you transferred to this school?" Watson stared at Dudley for a few seconds and complained.

Penny looked at this gentleman in a top hat who spoke calmly in disbelief. She didn't expect that he, as a parent, would have such an attitude.