Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"It's just for commemoration." Nietzsche said silently while lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling.

Volume 1: Chapter 95 So they closed their eyes

The rainy days in the UK are perfect for a Halloween dinner.

At this time, the professors would always prepare some candies. Of course, if someone was not afraid of death, they could try to ask Snape for it... The professor would indeed give it to them, but there was no guarantee that there would be no laxatives mixed in.

In the Great Hall, Dumbledore rarely took out his snack bowl.

He was happily handing out candies to every little wizard along with the other deans, but every time it was his turn to share the pile of cockroaches, the wizards would scatter.

So Dumbledore was left alone to eat chocolate cockroaches.

"I guarantee you won't be able to finish the calibration," Nietzsche said, standing at the door.

"Hey! Look here!" Colin suddenly jumped out from behind the auditorium door and raised the camera around his neck, "Cheese!"

The magnesium powder began to burn, emitting a dazzling white light and smoke. With a 'click', the photo slipped out from the bottom, but Hermione looked embarrassed and angry, and her frightened look was fully captured in the photo.

But at this time Colin had already been called over by others.

"You are laughing...what are you laughing at!" Hermione hit him, "Tell me! Did you do this on purpose?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Nietzsche said innocently, "Didn't Colin always want to thank you? Besides... he just took a photo out of kindness."

But Hermione didn't completely believe what he said and kept it in mind.

Although Nietzsche never liked to have his photo taken and had no reason to ask Colin, it did not rule out the possibility that he wanted to deliberately make fun of himself.

Suddenly, there were several screams from the front of the Slytherin table, and several little wizards ran away with pumpkin lanterns and candy baskets. Snape showed a sinister smile, and he was a vampire who was even more Dracula than Dracula.

Lockhart, walking among the professors and students, was wearing a gorgeous red dress.

"Poor..." Nietzsche glanced at Lockhart and said suddenly.

"what?"

"It's far inferior to Snape's imitation. It doesn't have the charm of a vampire at all."

Hermione compared the two professors and could only cover her mouth and laugh... Indeed, when it comes to vampires, Professor Snape is more outstanding.

"Is it possible that... Professor Snape isn't acting at all?" She almost gasped with laughter.

"What?" Nietzsche pretended to be frightened and said in surprise, "It seems that the old dean is a natural actor and doesn't even need makeup... The vampire's indifference and disgust for the world have been integrated into his bones."

At this moment, Mercury threw a piece of letter paper from the air.

In addition to greetings from the Grangers and Peanut, there was also a photo.

Hermione's heart almost jumped out of her chest, because the photo showed a hanged person: Sherlock Holmes was hung to death by a rope on the top of the beam, with lifeless eyes and messy hair.

Nietzsche took it and turned the photo over with an expressionless face.

'Merry Christmas, from Sherlock Holmes, John Watson.'

"He is simulating murders and prisoners who escaped from the gallows." Nietzsche was amused. "He's just used to it. This is his hobby."

"It's really...special..." Hermione's mouth twitched.

Lockhart raised his head proudly, stood in the middle of the crowd, and pulled Harry and Colin who were hiding. Both of them had bitter faces and did not dare to raise their heads. They could only let the professor pull them to the front of the guest of honor seat.

At this time, Nietzsche found that he still dared to provoke Snape.

"Hahaha, Severus, why didn't you even change your clothes? Oh, you never change your clothes, do you?"

If Colin and Harry hadn't been held down by the shoulders, they would have turned and run away.

What kind of fool is this who dares to provoke the most terrifying person in Hogwarts.

"Oops! My cockroach pile!" Dumbledore looked at Lockhart who was approaching and accidentally knocked over his candy bowl.

Those pitch-black cockroaches were crawling all over the teacher's desk, each one was six or seven centimeters long, and Snape just clenched his fists and endured those disgusting candies crawling off his body.

He waited until Lockhart ran away from the guest of honor seat screaming before he took out his wand to clean up.

Even the Hufflepuff students couldn't stand it anymore - couldn't Professor Lockhart see that the Heads of House were fed up?

Colin and Harry took advantage of the opportunity created by Dumbledore and immediately ran away from Lockhart. They picked up a wizard hat from the table and put it on their heads, then dived into the crowd and immediately disappeared from each other's sight.

"Come here!" Lavender stood on a chair, waving and shouting.

It was no longer possible to tell which college the people at the long table were from, because it was filled with all kinds of people. Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing wizard chess, while Cedric was chatting with Wood and Warrington.

This Halloween party seemed to have turned into a salon for them.

"Granger! My dad said you were sitting with the Muggle Queen." Cedric said excitedly, "Do you want to be the Queen of England in the wizarding world?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione said with raised eyebrows.

The idea was good and attractive, but she didn't want any more inexplicable remarks to spread.

"It was George and Fred. They speculated based on the Daily Prophet..."

"You two!!" Before he could finish, Hermione stood up and pointed at the Weasley twins' noses and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will tell Mr. Filch about your night tour route!"

"Yes~ Your Majesty, we were wrong~" George and Fred fled to the other side, making funny faces.

Hermione's sharp attitude made Cedric shut up immediately and retract his curiosity.

But he was not idle either. Instead, he shifted his attention to Nietzsche. He was holding a glass of butterbeer that he got from somewhere, and his mouth seemed to never be able to stop talking.

"I think you'll always be outshined." Cedric said honestly.

"I thought you should be an honest man, but I didn't expect you..." Nietzsche was a little helpless.

"Hey! That's because you don't know it. We can all see the relationship between you two. Of course, I support you... At least Hufflepuff won't stop you..."

Cedric likes the current Slytherin very much, instead of talking about bloodline all the time.

Well, actually he himself also liked a witch from Ravenclaw, and the relationship between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff was only slightly better than that between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff...but that was all.

So he was eager to find an 'ally'.

At this moment, Cedric saw Miss Granger take out her wand and point it at the fleeing Weasley twins, who were caught immediately. He looked at the girl who was pointing and scolding them and swallowed.

"What are you talking about?" After warning George and Fred, Hermione smiled again.

She was a little apologetic and hurriedly combed her curly hair, but it was too late, Cedric had already seen another side of her. To be precise, it should be the most real side.

That smile seemed particularly terrifying amidst the screams of the armor, which sounded like nails scraping on a blackboard.

"Just now, Senior Cedric..."

"No! Nothing...nothing!" Cedric immediately covered Nietzsche's mouth, holding the butterbeer, and ran away screaming like a girl.

By the way, Nietzsche did remind him - what kind of witch is Qiu Zhang?

However, the most popular person on Halloween was not the coquettishly dressed Lockhart, nor Nietzsche and Hermione, but Colin Creevey, the only one who had a camera. Wherever he went, the crowd followed him.

Soon, the little film he had prepared was almost used up.

Dumbledore suddenly stood up and waved his wand, extinguishing the candles in the Great Hall, leaving only some pumpkin lanterns.

"To celebrate, I specially invited a skeleton dance troupe this year!"

On the platform in front of the guest of honor, which was used to divide the houses, several skeletons and various musical instruments suddenly appeared. They were beating drums and plucking strings, attracting everyone's attention.

Lockhart ignored the obstruction and walked towards the skeletons holding the transformed violin.

"I'm going to go back and change a roll of film." Colin pushed those people away and walked towards the door.

As Hermione looked toward the stage, he winked at Nietzsche.

By the way, please help me wash the photos~

Volume 1: Chapter 96: Halloween, but the second week

"Diggory, Diggory, why are you lending the pitch to the Slytherin team for training?"

"I don't care. The Gryffindor team must win a championship this year, even if Slytherin wins the house cup for the ninth time in a row!"

After a few glasses of butterbeer, Gryffindor's Wood began to forget himself... Although butterbeer does not contain alcohol, the ups and downs of the music from the noisy crowd are very intoxicating.

Cedric couldn't refute it, so he could only sit on the chair with a red face, rubbing his trouser legs helplessly with his hands.

The Gryffindor students were not bored because Harry went to the Deathday dinner, and even Hermione had to put on a smile and deal with those curious wizards.

"Penelope Clearwater from Ravenclaw." A witch with long hair came over, and Percy followed her like a shadow. She said in a friendly way, "Our headmaster always likes to mention you."

Hermione looked the other person up and down, imitating Nietzsche.

Judging from his attitude, he doesn't have the arrogance of Ravenclaw. Instead, he seems very generous and a bit humorous.

"Penelope is the best prefect in Ravenclaw," said Percy.

But no one paid attention to the identity he deliberately pointed out, even Penelope just nodded casually.

"What's the matter?" Hermione calmly directed a glass full of juice and floated in front of the two people. "I don't think you will come to compete with me for the title of 'Ravenclaw Headmaster's favorite student'?"

"Of course not. I'm just curious about your study group...it seems like they do more than just communicate about studying."

Penelope glanced at the classmates who were shouting and crowding around the dining table.

Because of the argument between Warrington and other Quidditch players, the atmosphere gradually spread to other tables, causing the remaining wizards to unconsciously lean towards this side, as if some force was pulling them.

Nietzsche noticed that Percy's eyes were always fixed on the Ravenclaw prefect.

"Don't you think this is what Hogwarts should be like?" He took over the conversation for Hermione and said with a smile, "Competition is just a way of connecting. In normal times, we can still choose our own friends."

Nietzsche originally wanted to shake hands with Penelope, but unexpectedly Percy shook hands first.

Well...it seems that he has a certain possessiveness and a strong admiration for Penelope.

"As long as you don't break the school rules, that's enough." Percy leaned over and lowered his voice, "If it's convenient, please keep an eye on George and Fred for me. I'm trying to find some evidence to sue them in front of my mother."

What a good brother~

At this time, Hermione was pulled aside by another group of witches.

Four or five heads came close to her, and Hermione could even smell the scent of shampoo on her friends' hair.

"Where are you now?"

"I don't understand..." Hermione responded to the sudden question as slowly as an old man.

"Percy is chasing Penelope now, just like you are chasing Nietzsche." Parvati said, "So are you holding hands, or... after all, you have known each other for so many years."

Hermione just rolled her eyes and said "no".

But this answer could not satisfy the desires of people like them - as roommates, they could no longer tolerate Hermione's occasional silly laughter while hiding under the covers.

"Does this 'no' mean 'things aren't going well between you' or 'you just don't like him at all'?" Lavender leaned back in her chair and put her legs on the table, looking very cool.

Hold on, Granger...Hermione warned herself mentally.

The more she pressed the question, the more she couldn't panic, especially when facing a lion that fed on gossip, so Hermione took a few deep breaths and relaxed.

"I have only one question - why don't you ask Nietzsche to take the initiative?"

*Hermione used her trump card: grafting.

*The test was successful and the effect was outstanding.

Yes, even if Hermione and Nietzsche are really as these people guessed, why didn't the other party take the initiative? You know, she is a lady... and this does not contradict the seriousness of 'Little McGonagall'.

Now, Hermione took the initiative and it was her turn to question Lavender and others.

"Well..." Lavender thought about it and didn't seem to think there was anything wrong.

"Is there a possibility, I mean a possibility." Hermione suppressed her accelerated heartbeat and said calmly, "Maybe I am waiting for some guy who calls himself a 'gentleman' to take the initiative?"

Innocence doesn't matter anymore, she just wants to take revenge.

Hermione just wanted to watch them staring at each other, unable to say anything, feeling helpless... How pleasant it was. She seemed to understand the psychological state of people like Irene Adler.

In fact, Hermione's position was wrong, because she often acted very strong, so they subconsciously put Hermione in the active position.

But in terms of tradition, Hermione is right...

"Love is war. Taking the initiative means surrender!" Parvati suddenly said, "You are right... As expected of Hermione Granger, you can easily see through the essence of things. Don't worry, we will help you!"

"Right, so...ah? Help me?"

Hermione felt as if she had lifted a rock and dropped it on her foot.