Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I see!" Lavender slapped her thigh in sudden realization.

Hermione looked at them in fear.

What do you understand now? Hey! Stop messing around!

All I heard her say was, "In that case, you need to maintain a kind of intimacy with a sense of distance. You need to let Nietzsche take the initiative to move forward... let him have the idea that 'it is me who wants to go further.'"

"Will this make Hermione seem like a scumbag?" Parvati hesitated.

They were obviously a group of people who had only watched romance movies, but now they seemed to be really giving advice.

"Ah~ What do you know? Boys nowadays just buy into this." Lavender glanced at Hermione and continued, "Of course, you also need to change your outfit. Excuse me, it's really too old-fashioned."

"No, I mean..." Hermione began to panic.

But no matter what she said, those people were just immersed in their own world and ignored her.

It was not until the end of the party that Hermione found a chance to escape. Today's Halloween dinner ended perfectly. After eating and drinking their fill, the wizards began to walk towards the lounge arm in arm.

But when they walked out of the auditorium, they could no longer walk.

Everyone was blocked at the marble staircase in the hall, and Filch's angry curses could be heard.

"I told you not to play magic in the corridor!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "I'm warning you... remove the spell from your classmates and Mrs. Norris."

"Go call the professor!" Percy ran down from upstairs in a panic.

With the influence of last year's 'troll attack incident', everyone began to feel a little uneasy. They did not follow the arrangements of the class leaders - to go back to the lounge obediently, but instead supported each other and went to the third floor.

At the same time, they needed a backbone, so Hermione and Nietzsche were pushed out.

Neither of them needed to squeeze through, because the Gryffindor and Slytherin students automatically made way for them when they saw them coming.

This was the first time Nietzsche saw the hideous face of Argus Filch. He only saw him holding Harry and Ron's necks with one hand, and a cat was hanging on the torch stand behind him, and a student was lying on the ground.

"Potter, you're finished!" Filch pointed at him and cursed, "You know I'm a...well, you just want to embarrass me, don't you? I'm going to hang you up and whip you, my little bastard!"

Faced with his questioning, Harry could only close his eyes and mouth tightly to prevent the other party's saliva from splashing in.

"It was like this when we got here," Neville explained in horror.

Nietzsche walked past them and squatted down to observe. He found that Colin was lying on the ground stiffly, as if he was under a petrification spell, but his eyes did not move and his breathing was very weak.

His posture remained the same as before he was petrified - holding a camera in his right hand and a photo in his left hand, which he had not yet had time to put into his pocket.

Hermione walked among them, waved her wand, and easily took down Mrs. Norris who was hanging on the bracket.

"Thank you... Oh, poor Mrs. Norris..." Filch threw Harry and Ron to the ground and immediately picked up the cat. "No, I can't feel it breathing, Miss Granger?"

He first wiped his tears with his dirty rough robe, then carefully held the cat and handed it to Hermione.

"It wasn't me!" Harry cleared himself of suspicion as soon as he got up. "Why would I attack Colin? He's a Gryffindor, too."

"It's you. You were the only ones I saw when I found Mrs. Norris." Filch's tears fell on the petrified cat. "Miss Granger, they just want to bully me... this... Squib!"

He really seemed to think Hermione was Professor McGonagall.

After all, when people are in a hurry, they will always look for the most reliable person around them, and when the professors come over, good students like Hermione are Filch's life-saving straw.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. It's the enemy of the Heirs. Be alert! Haha... Which Mudblood will be the next one?"

It was Draco. He had squeezed to the front of the crowd. The firelight made his usually fair face red. Looking at Colin Creevey on the ground and the bright red words on the wall, a chilling grin appeared on his face.

Nietzsche turned his back to the crowd and secretly took the photo that Colin was holding between his left fingertips and put it away.

"Are you happy?" He turned around and put his hands in his pockets.

"Sorry, I was just translating what was on the wall..." Draco covered his mouth and said softly, "I'm sorry if I accidentally scared you. Anyway, what does this have to do with us?"

His words caused whispers to break out from the surroundings.

Draco did not back down. Instead, he looked gloomy and said arrogantly: "Of course, if you think I am the murderer, then please... Hehe... Holmes, you know nothing about Slytherin."

Volume 1: Chapter 97: The Melted Camera

"I think Mr. Holmes knows Slytherin as well as anyone else..." Dumbledore arrived at the scene, followed by other teachers.

Draco didn't dare to refute. He just snorted and left with his small group.

At this time, Lockhart jumped out. He was so excited that he was out of tune with the people around him. In his opinion, everything that happened seemed to be just a small theater, which made McGonagall and Little McGonagall frown and purse their lips at the same time.

"I will get to the bottom of this matter, Argus... No student here would deliberately use such despicable means to bully you." Dumbledore comforted the other party.

When his blue eyes scanned the writing on the wall, his expression became even more serious and angry.

"Let's go to my office!" Lockhart joked.

This was the corridor on the third floor, closest to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, so Dumbledore did not refuse. He just left Harry and the other two with the two kids, and asked the other students to go back and rest first.

Hermione followed the professors, mentally cursing her attacker.

Do the wizards here have any grudge against Halloween?

Filch, holding Mrs. Norris in his arms and Colin on his back, followed the group into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. This was no longer the office that Nietzsche was familiar with:

The walls were covered with Lockhart's various self-portraits and headshots, and the bookshelf was twice as small as before. Among the few books on the shelf, most were his own works.

Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris and Colin on the empty desk and examined them carefully.

"It must be a Transfiguration Torture Curse. I've seen it used many times before... It's a pity I wasn't there because I happen to know the counter-spell." Lockhart offered advice.

Snape's body was hidden in the shadows. After hearing his conclusion, the expression on his face was very strange, because Snape was trying hard to restrain himself from laughing in such a serious occasion.

If he could, he really wanted to laugh: That's it? Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

"Nietzsche, have you discovered anything?" The principal wanted to combine his inferences with him, just like last year.

Harry looked nervously at him and Hermione, hoping against hope that the other had not listened to Filch.

"Mrs. Norris was hung up, which means... she was hung on the stand by the murderer after she was murdered." Nietzsche pondered for a moment and continued, "And Colin happened to see the murder of Mrs. Norris."

"Why weren't they killed at the same time?" Snape kept on asking Harry.

"Because of this!" Nietzsche pointed at the camera and said, "Colin went back to the dormitory first, and when he saw someone caught Mrs. Norris, he planned to use the camera to record it..."

Hermione immediately jumped up from her chair and quickly reached for the camera.

Although Colin's hands couldn't be pried apart and firmly grasped the camera, it was enough for her to just open the cover and remove the film. Unfortunately, the inside of the camera was completely melted.

"But we do have some doubts, such as... why did Potter and his two friends appear in the corridor on the third floor? Why didn't they attend the Halloween dinner?" Snape showed a sneer on his face.

He seemed to believe what Filch said.

"A squib... Muggles usually say 'gun failure'. Obviously Mr. Filch is a wizard who can't use magic. Who in Hogwarts takes this seriously?"

Nietzsche looked at the dean without showing any weakness, which touched Harry deeply.

Combined with the writing on the wall, this was clearly an attack meant to vent anger, just to create panic in the academy, and Nietzsche just wanted the principal to explain what the "heir" was.

"That's Potter, of course!" Filch wailed, pointing at him. "He's seen the letters in my locker!"

But Dumbledore neither explained the riddle about the heir nor agreed with Snape and Filch's suspicions.

"We will find the murderer. Alright, Argus, when Pomona's mandrake matures, we can create a potion to remove the effects of the Dark Arts...it and Colin are still alive," said the headmaster.

"Let me prepare it. I can already make the resurrection potion with my eyes closed." Lockhart suddenly interrupted.

"I don't think a professor who can even cast petrification and transfiguration curses can make a potion that can save lives... Besides, I'm the Potions teacher here." Snape said coldly.

Then he looked at the office with disgust, led Mrs. Norris, Colin, and Filch to the school infirmary.

Lockhart looked eager to show off, but Dumbledore declined the offer, saying he had done enough tonight.

"Come with me." The headmaster said to Nietzsche and Hermione.

But before leaving, Lockhart pointed at himself and told Nietzsche that they were the best partners and he must remember to tell him when the time comes.

Nietzsche: You are right, but my official (Hogwarts Headmaster) partner is Hermione Granger.

They came from the entrance on the third floor to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"What does that Chamber of Secrets mean?" Hermione asked as soon as she stepped into the oak door. "From what Draco Malfoy said, this attack is obviously targeting a specific group of people!"

Her angry expression was exactly the same as Professor McGonagall's, and they both glared at Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Albus, I thought you had dealt with this matter long ago!" said McGonagall angrily.

"First of all, that was the responsibility of Armando. Secondly...even I'm not sure about the Chamber of Secrets." Dumbledore rested his elbows on the table. "It's a legend about Salazar Slytherin."

It sounds like this mysterious chamber was opened once before, many years ago.

Nietzsche and Hermione were soon immersed in Dumbledore's story. According to legend, the founder of Slytherin had a room before leaving school that could only be opened by the heir of Slytherin.

But no one knows where it is hidden, and no one knows how to open it. Maybe it requires a certain level of strength? Or maybe it has something to do with bloodline.

"You have to know that the secrets hidden in this school have not been fully uncovered by any headmaster so far," Dumbledore said calmly.

Hermione, however, found that Nietzsche looked troubled.

In fact, Nietzsche was not worried about whether the murderer would attack again and again, but was worried about the direction of the wind in Slytherin. You know, there is a parallax between Draco and those half-blood and Muggle wizards.

He knew that Draco would not miss this opportunity, because the other party would definitely spread horrible rumors to curb the development of most non-pure-blood wizards.

"I see, I'll find out..."

"No! Not this time." Dumbledore rejected his proposal. "If the Chamber of Secrets is really opened again, I don't want you to become the second Myrtle. Hogwarts does not need student ghosts."

"I insist on doing so." Nietzsche was no longer in the mood to drink tea. He put his hands in his pockets impatiently and played with the photo.

He turned his gaze to Hermione, but the girl, like Dumbledore this time, just shook her head slightly.

"This is not something we can interfere with." Hermione coaxed, "We have done enough, and the rest is left to the headmaster and professors..."

"But what can they do? I can't watch Slytherin succumb to fear." Nietzsche's voice was powerful, full of anger and determination, "Unless Salazar is a natural-born dark wizard from beginning to end!"

After saying that, he strode out of the principal's office.

What heir of Slytherin?

He, Nietzsche John Holmes, would never allow a fictitious thing to prevent Slytherin's transformation.

Volume 1: Chapter 98: Solar Eclipse

As Nietzsche expected, after a few days of brewing, some rumors spread among Slytherin:

Those with impure blood are the enemies of the Slytherin heir.

But when it comes to the 'heir' point of view, there are two divisions - Hufflepuff and Gryffindor think it is Harry Potter, while the pro-pure-blood faction in Slytherin thinks it must be someone on their side.

"Potter hangs out with that bunch of idiots all day long, and he can be called the heir of Slytherin? Besides... he's a Gryffindor!"

"If I were Salazar Slytherin, I would probably throw these ungrateful wizards out as well."

Malfoy is much more arrogant than usual.

But he did not stand up to refute those remarks. After all, this would make Harry Potter look bad.

Nietzsche looked at the domineering Slytherins and felt a little annoyed. They seemed to have really believed what Draco said and thought that the Chamber of Secrets was opened for wizards with impure blood.

As a result, Hermione rarely saw him, except occasionally, when he would stand in the corridor on the third floor, chatting with Filch, who was scrubbing the walls with the 'Universal Magic Cleaner'.

"Mr. Holmes, I...I...I was mopping the floor that night." His eyes were red, and it looked like he hadn't had a good sleep for the whole day. "Mrs. Chloris usually doesn't leave my side."

Although Filch is a Squib, he is quite smart.

The fact that he was able to discuss with the professor and the principal that day was enough to show how important he and Granger were. In addition, they had no conflicts at ordinary times, and his attitude was completely different from that towards other people.

Besides, Nietzsche was the first one who cared about him... at least such inquiries were considered "concern" by Filch.

"Then why would Mrs. Norris leave?" Nietzsche was nitpicking.

"Normally...normally during night patrols, we find students wandering around at night. Do you mean...Mrs. Norris was the first to discover the murderer?"

"It's possible. Maybe someone wanted to attack you. After all, you're a... Squib." Nietzsche analyzed, "But fortunately, your cat had already noticed the presence of other people during the Halloween dinner that day."

After hearing this, Filch collapsed on the ground weakly, completely ignoring the water stains sliding down the wall.

The writing did not disappear because of the stain remover, but Filch had completely lost interest in the matter. Instead, he grabbed both sides of his face with his hands and pulled them away, looking mad and furious.

That's right...the murderer who opened the secret room was not coming for the cat, but for him.

"Holmes, if I were you, I would not choose a Squib as my helper when disaster strikes." Draco's disgusting voice came from the corridor, "Because he will only hold you back!"

Before Nietzsche could react, Filch climbed up from the ground, holding the broom upside down.