Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Between you..." Cedric widened his eyes and smiled maliciously.

As he spoke, he pushed his two thumbs against each other.

"It's not what you think!" Hermione lowered her voice and immediately refused.

"What? I haven't said anything yet~" he said, "Although students are not allowed to fall in love too early, just don't get caught by the professor... Everyone has someone they like, do you dare to say you don't like him, huh?"

Cedric seemed to know a lot about this.

And now Nietzsche was really asleep, which was rare, because his posture had remained unchanged for two hours, so Hermione's little thoughts were aroused by his words.

She...likes...Nietzsche?

Ahaha, how is that possible!

"That's great. I wish my future girlfriend could do the same thing as me." Cedric propped his face on the table out of boredom and couldn't help but sigh.

Hermione clenched her fists.

After all this time, it turned out to be a theoretical master with zero practical experience.

But she also had to think about it - was she doing these things for Nietzsche, or was she actually interested in those adventures...

"Quidditch?" Hermione pursed her lips and guessed.

You can't judge a book by its cover. She thought the Hufflepuff senior who pulled the two out of the crowd was an honest man, but she didn't expect that he was a guy with a very rich inner world and not honest at all.

"Yes, it would be best if he was a Quidditch player!" Cedric looked at Nietzsche with eyes full of envy.

Just by looking at the description in the Daily Prophet, he could guess how 'wonderful' Hermione and Nietzsche's summer vacation was. Who wouldn't want a girl who could go crazy with them...not to mention that the two of them were famous together.

Although the reputation is not very good, it is still famous~

When they arrived at the station, Nietzsche was pushed awake by Hermione beside him. Then, under Cedric's strange gaze, he casually pulled out a handkerchief from the girl's pocket and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"That's mine!" Hermione wanted to bite his arm.

"Cleaned up."

Nietzsche returned the handkerchief, then leaned against the open window with great interest, watching Hagrid appear in the crowd with a lantern that would never go out, just like last year, and he called on the students to follow him.

But Cedric was more careful and he saw what Nietzsche and Hermione were thinking.

"Only first-year students need to take the boat. We take the carriage." He pointed to the path beside the platform.

But Nietzsche saw that there was no driving equipment in front of the carriages with lanterns hanging on them, and the two reins in front were floating in the air, as if they were being pulled by some invisible animal.

After he saw several students walking up, he said 'head to the castle' and the carriage was dragged away.

"Is it an invisible beast?" Hermione stepped forward curiously to test it, and she felt a strange touch on her palm.

It's like touching a horse that has been hungry for ten days... The fur feels rough, but if you just brush it lightly with your palm, you can feel the uneven bones close to the skin.

"It can't be an invisible beast, they are usually very weak." Cedric shook his head.

"It's a Thestral." A blonde girl suddenly jumped out from behind the three of them. She grabbed Hermione's wrist and said softly, "You are touching its head. Be careful not to get hurt by its fangs."

The girl's voice was like a whisper in a dream, light and airy.

"Thank you..." Hermione was startled by what she said and quickly retracted her hand.

"Can you see it?" Nietzsche urged, opening the car door.

But until Hermione and Cedric got on the car, the blonde girl just blinked her eyes and swayed her body in a trance, as if she would be blown down by the evening breeze in the next second.

She brushed aside her weed-like hair with her fingers, looking surprised.

"Do you believe I can see it?" She wrung her hands together to express her happiness.

"Why not." Nietzsche looked at the lights in the distance and reminded, "If you are late, you might miss the boat."

The girl cried out "Ah!" and quickly ran towards the team behind her, jumping and running. It was obvious that she was very happy.

"My name is Luna Lovegood!" She raised her right hand and swung the beer bottle cork tied to her wrist. "There are very few harassment flies around you. This is a good sign... I hope you will never see a Thestral in your life!"

Looking at Luna's receding back, Hermione felt a little angry.

"Magic...what does that last sentence mean?" She pulled Nietzsche up.

"If it's a Thestral, it's really a blessing." Cedric explained to the girl, "Only those who have witnessed death with their own eyes and fully accepted and understood it can see it."

As he spoke, he moved his buttocks and fell backwards.

There are few good things associated with death. Who would have thought that the carriage that picks up and drops off students is towed by such a terrifying creature.

"So, she has experienced..." Hermione felt sympathy.

This is the change that time brings.

The freshmen who had participated in the sorting ceremony were already chatting and joking at the door. Standing in the central courtyard, looking down at the countless small points of light floating on the black lake, those were all this year's freshmen.

Draco was among the group, standing on tiptoe to peek at someone as Professor McGonagall led the freshmen through the hall and into a small cubicle.

Later, when Nietzsche saw Luna again, it was at the Sorting Ceremony.

"Ravenclaw!"

The blonde girl looked like she had just woken up. She first stood on the stage and glanced at the long tables of the four colleges, then ran down in a daze.

"Ginny Weasley~"

Professor McGonagall, who was wearing small round glasses, called up a red-haired girl. She was being stared at by many people and seemed very shy. She kept her head down and occasionally glanced at the Gryffindor table.

"That's our sister!" George whistled.

While those people were thinking of ways to make Ginny happy, the Slytherins were naturally worried.

Especially Draco, Nietzsche found that he was staring at the other person... But Malfoy wouldn't suddenly fall in love with a Weasley at this critical juncture, right?

"He was trying to show his affection to Weasley's sister on the train before." Theodore turned his head and whispered, "The last person who made him do that was Harry Potter before the first year sorting."

But Nietzsche knew that this was impossible.

You have to know that part of the credit for Malfoy's current situation is due to Arthur Weasley.

Dean Snape, who was sitting in the guest of honor seat, suddenly stood up. When he saw the empty seats for Harry Potter and Ron, he frowned, stood up and walked out of the hall, and did not return until the sorting ceremony was over.

With a charming smile on his face, he leaned over and whispered something in the ears of several professors.

Then, Professor McGonagall's expression changed immediately. She threw the Sorting Hat, which had just finished its work, on the chair and left without looking back.

"Potter is really trying to be famous... At least six Muggles saw a car flying in the sky." Draco said sadly, "Anyway, he won't be expelled, right, huh."

He buried his head, feeling angry and helpless when he thought of the changes at home.

From the time when the Malfoy family took root in Britain to now, he couldn't believe that the family would collapse in his hands...

Why, why should Harry Potter be given a lenient punishment for violating school rules, and why should those fathers let those Muggles confiscate their family’s territory.

Even their only manor was barely kept because his father gave a lot of gold and jewelry to the Muggles, saying it was to make up for some kind of 'tax'. Thinking of this, Draco no longer had the mood to eat.

The Gryffindors were not in a good mood either, especially Hermione - she looked silently at the scoring hourglass on the wall.

Everyone had guessed the reason why the headmaster and professors could skip the welcome dinner: Harry and Ron were not there, and the Evening Prophet had news about flying cars.

It seems that the results are already obvious.

"Quiet, everyone, be quiet!" Someone suddenly stood up from the guest of honor's seat and said loudly, "Everyone, I am this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - Gilderoy Lockhart!"

"I am not talented, just an honorary member of the Dark Arts Defense League..."

Lockhart, with his wavy golden hair and white teeth, gave a perfect and comfortable smile, as if he was deliberately directing the topic to himself.

It seemed that Quirrell's description of him was correct: he wished everyone's eyes were on him.

Professor Flitwick covered his face, made up an excuse, and turned to walk out of the hall. He was worried that if he stayed for another second, he would be angry to death.

But Lockhart was disappointed because neither Gryffindor nor Slytherin paid much attention to him.

"That's so cool..." Neville said admiringly, "I've always wanted to look down from the sky, but unfortunately... unfortunately I can't even control my broomstick."

"They were seen by Muggles." Percy was not happy at all.

But no one paid any attention to him.

"Damn it, why didn't little Ronnie call us back earlier?" George and Fred looked very regretful. They sandwiched their sister in the middle. "We were the ones who drove Harry to live with us in the first place."

"But they broke the law! You know... this will implicate our father!" Percy once again poured a basin of cold water on him.

The Gryffindors were talking about Harry and Ron the most. Except for the witches, no one wanted to see Lockhart's charming smile...especially the Weasleys, who didn't like him because of those books.

Each book was three Galleons, why didn't he just go and grab it?

The Slytherin side was even worse. Almost all the girls there ignored Lockhart's self-introduction.

"Although the Ministry of Magic prohibits wizards from modifying Muggle things, believe me...flying cars are just the beginning." A large group of people gathered around Nietzsche, and they were all listening attentively to his description of the future.

When they heard that the technology of flying brooms would be applied to Muggle's 'new carriages' in the future, everyone pounded their tables excitedly.

Apart from Quidditch, who wants to fly around on a broom?

"Ahaha, Harry Potter's experience reminds me of my fourth grade." Lockhart cleared his throat, "At that time, I was riding on the Rune Horse and took a risk to get under the whip of the Whomping Willow..."

No one knows whether what he said is true.

But because of Lockhart's excellent storytelling skills, he soon attracted the attention of the wizards in the front row.

Nietzsche discovered that he was very good at assessing the situation - after discovering what the current hot topic was, he could immediately grasp the core of it and use things that could not be confirmed to be true or false to attract attention.

This made him think of the Daily Prophet... It would be a pity if he didn't become an unscrupulous author.

"The whip of the Whomping Willow was only 0.1 inches away from my face. I turned a corner..."

"I can testify to this. Professor Lockhart's brain became stupid because of the Whomping Willow." Snape suddenly appeared at the door of the hall and said with a cold face.

The Slytherin Headmaster walked in a silent manner.

"Severus...you're such a joke teller. The Whomping Willow didn't hit me at that time." Lockhart laughed awkwardly.

"In that case, please allow the agile Professor Lockhart to show Potter and Weasley how to correctly avoid the Whomping Willow." Snape glared at him and said with a forced smile.

Just as Lockhart was about to say something, he saw Dumbledore walking in and staring at him, so he swallowed the rest of his words back into his throat.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples and felt a headache just looking at him...

Isn't Lockhart a Merlin III badge holder? Doesn't he have a lot of experience? Why does he look so unreliable, like a sideshow star in Wizard Weekly?

If it weren't for the purpose of protecting Quirinus Quirrell, he would not have been willing to hire Gilderoy Lockhart, who had a bad reputation.

"Well, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley drove a magic car to school and hit the Whomping Willow, but fortunately, they were not seriously injured. I hope you will not follow suit."

Headmaster Dumbledore's seriousness is only for the safety of students.

The same is true for Professor McGonagall. Although she is very strict, she is rarely angry... She was angry because Harry and Ron did not take their lives seriously. The two children actually drove a car secretly!

If the Muggle car hadn't been so sturdy, the two would have been strangled to death by the Whomping Willow.

No, she was too angry, she had to see the obedient Hermione Granger to calm down...

"So, can't you little wizards behave yourself?" Madam Pomfrey in the school infirmary was very depressed. "I am the only one in the whole school who goes to work a day early!!"

"It hurts, it hurts...be gentle..." Ron screamed.

This was the new term at Hogwarts, and someone always had to go to the infirmary on the first night.

It's probably some kind of tradition.

(I'll take a day off on Tuesday, don't worry, I won't cancel it)

Volume 1: Chapter 86 Nietzsche quietly admires his performance

When Hermione faced her classmates and friends who asked about the 'flying car', she just kicked the ball away with a frown on her face.

She just wanted to eat her dinner quietly and spend a peaceful night, so she didn't want to take up the conversation at all. She glanced at the Slytherins gathered together through the gaps in the crowd.

"Do I look like an alchemist?" she said casually. "Why don't you ask Nietzsche? He seems to know more... Let's get back to the topic we were talking about."

What were they talking about just now?

Oh, yes, it's about the experiences described by Gilderoy Lockhart in the book.

"Actually, the story about the werewolf..."

But this disappointed Hermione - Lavender, Neville and other wizards curled their lips, hesitated for a while, and finally stood up and walked towards the Slytherin table...

Who cares about Gilderoy? Even though he is handsome, he is not as handsome as someone who violates school rules.