Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Humph, how do you think I can stand Lockhart?" Nietzsche said, "He is the number one writer in the wizarding publishing house... Recommended, you know what I mean! Here you go!"

"Don't worry, let me take a look..."

To be honest, Hermione was a little jealous of his talent.

No, Nietzsche can't even think of surpassing her in potions---Hermione Granger! This is her last hope!

Volume 1: Chapter 100 Lockhart Wants Fame

Colin and Mrs. Norris may have to wait until the first batch of mandrakes mature next spring before they can receive treatment. The rest of the time they will have to lie in bed.

As for Harry... Slytherin accepted him instead, because the snakes didn't think a Gryffindor would be the heir.

But he was now focused on Quidditch and was not much affected by other people's opinions.

On a Saturday afternoon in mid-November, Nietzsche and Hermione temporarily put aside Professor Flitwick's duel training and went to the third floor. They planned to ask the famous Professor Lockhart.

"Have you heard the stories he told?" Hermione said, holding a copy of "Magic Me" in her arms.

"If you mean his victory over the Werewolf of Wagga Wagga, he already said that on Tuesday..." Nietzsche replied absentmindedly, looking around the corner of the corridor.

At the corner where Colin and Mrs. Norris were killed, there were many spiders crawling out from the cracks in the wall.

"But don't you think there are many doubts in his story?"

"Come on, Lockhart's way of teaching is to dramatically act out what happened in his book...if it were just a documentary story, no one would probably read it." Although Nietzsche spoke in a nonchalant manner, he still kept it in mind.

Hermione stubbornly pulled Nietzsche and stood at the door of the Anti-Dark Magic Office.

You know, she is different from those little witches who only care about appearance. Moreover, judging from the outside evaluation of Lockhart, this makes him very different from the image in the novel. It is probably the difference between arrogance and self-confidence.

"Do you remember what he said? He said: 'I saved the villagers of Wagga Wagga from being attacked by werewolves once a month', he was lying!" Hermione analyzed calmly.

"But didn't he say he used the 'Restoration Charm'?"

"That's the problem!" The girl stood at the door and lowered her voice. "I asked Professor McGonagall. The Rejuvenation Spell can only restore a werewolf to human form temporarily... There is no way to cure a werewolf."

"Maybe he's just exaggerating." Nietzsche raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door of the office.

At the same time, he also felt how unpopular the position was.

This is as absurd as the fact that Cambridge and Oxford Universities in the UK hired a drama actor as professor for their professional classes... But the young wizards are not without gain, at least they know how to expel the dark creatures.

"What I mean is: are you sure you want to look for him?" Hermione lowered her voice after hearing footsteps inside.

"Who else can I find? Snape?" Nietzsche rolled his eyes. "What I need is a publishing house in the wizarding world."

Snape may be even less reliable in this regard.

Hermione stepped on him, and when she heard the footsteps getting closer, she immediately took out the book "Magic Me" from her arms, and held it with both hands, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Tsk... This book is not a textbook. Remember, you owe me four Galleons." She squeezed out a sound from her mouth.

"What? This book only costs three Galleons!"

"Mercury's snack money, it helped you expedite it."

When Lockhart opened the door, he didn't see the two people arguing. He lowered his head slightly and saw the smiles on Nietzsche and Hermione's faces - this was very useful to him.

Especially when Hermione handed him "The Magical Me", Lockhart smiled even more happily.

"Oh~ Respected Professor Lockhart." Hermione stammered, "I got some inspiration after reading your book "I Am Magical", especially the description of wizards, which is really wonderful."

Lockhart swiftly took the signature of the new book and smiled warmly at the two of them.

"Ahaha, you read it very carefully." He said proudly, "Yes, although this is an autobiography, it is not a description of me alone, but a view of the modern wizarding world from 'my' perspective."

But in fact, he didn't think about this.

I just thought Hermione's description was very nice and artistic, so I went along with it - it was a good description for his autobiography.

Lockhart plans to promote it again during Christmas, using today's words!

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

"We like it so much, especially the description style." Hermione imitated Parvati's sister and said enthusiastically, "So we want to submit some... wizard autobiography to the publisher."

Nietzsche moved slightly, hiding in Lockhart's blind spot, and stared at Hermione with wide eyes.

I didn't expect that she could perform so well. She is worthy of being Professor McGonagall's favorite student. It seems that Hermione is not only good at Transfiguration.

"A wizard's autobiography?" Lockhart paused, then said carefully, "I don't understand you."

"It's about the biography of the founder of Hogwarts... You know, the introductions in books like "A History of the School" are so old-fashioned and boring to read." Hermione praised him to the sky without any burden.

Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief after signing the book with a huge peacock feather pen and handing it back to her.

"You're right, those books are a bit old-fashioned," he said enthusiastically. "If you're thinking of submitting a biography of the founder of Hogwarts, that's the non-academic section, and I happen to know someone who would accept it."

"But we...our age..." Hermione said shyly, lowering her head.

"I believe that no one would refuse my recommendation for the first and second best students in the grade." But Lockhart suddenly changed the subject and continued, "But the flying car..."

"Hermione Granger! She is the top student in the whole grade!" Nietzsche rubbed his hands, saw the right moment, and jumped out immediately, "She has learned more about spells than I have... She will definitely be able to help the professor repair the flying car."

Hermione froze.

Wait, this wasn't the plan she and Nietzsche had planned before, so why did he suddenly sell it to her?

"I..."

"That's right!" Lockhart looked at him gratefully. "That's great. I'll have the publisher send you a letter when the time comes. Miss Granger, just be my assistant for the time being to complete this epoch-making product!"

He seemed to never care about other people's attitudes. He just made his own decision and closed the door with a laugh.

So Hermione could only turn her head and look at Nietzsche with resentment. She crumpled the copy of "Magic Me" in her hand hard, causing Lockhart on the cover to flee from the frame in panic.

"Nietzsche! You'd better give me a reason not to challenge you to a duel!" she roared.

reason...

Nietzsche! Use your clever brain to think of a solution!

"Actually, I'm protecting you!" He quickly grasped her wrist that was holding the magic wand, "Your Majesty, you really misunderstood. You should know that the war situation is critical now. I'm helping you find refuge!"

Seeing his heartbroken expression, if Hermione didn't know him, she would have believed it.

But Nietzsche's words were not entirely an excuse. After all, no one knew whether the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets would attack indiscriminately. So Hermione could rely on the professor as a strong supporter, so that the enemies in the dark would not dare to act recklessly.

Hermione stepped her boots on his shoes and leaned her head forward a little closer.

"You...always have excuses, but they're all reasonable. This time it's just a warning." Hermione's hot breath sprayed all over his face. "What about you? You can obviously come with me."

"If the murderer is a student of the Purity School, then someone has to be the bait, right?" Nietzsche took a few steps back. "To be honest, although you are very powerful, you are really scary sometimes."

However, Hermione just smiled sweetly.

She cleared her throat and tried not to laugh, as if someone had cast a tickling spell into her heart.

"So you think it was Malfoy?"

"It's hard to say..." Nietzsche touched his chin, thought for a moment and continued, "But he caught some herbs in the Forbidden Forest a while ago. Unless he can make a potion that can turn people to stone."

But Hermione said there was no such potion.

She gave him a displeased look, stuffed the copy of "Magic Me" with a cursive signature into Nietzsche's arms, and instead of rushing to Flitwick's dueling class, she headed for the bathroom in the corridor.

"Wait until I come back and we'll go together."

Volume 1: Chapter 101 So Hermione Became the Leader

To be honest, Hermione didn't want to take part in this investigation.

It wasn't because she was afraid, but because she had to ensure the safety of others - she was no longer alone, and she had more than one friend, Nietzsche, so there were more things she needed to prepare.

Hermione stood at the sink, washing her hot face with cool water.

"Oh~ Another little girl in heat... Hehe~" A few harsh teasing voices came from a bathroom with a sign of 'Fault' behind her, "She's really young, but I can only..."

Hermione looked up at the mirror covered with stains and cracks. She was a little frightened by the voice, so she used her wand to light a few candles on the bracket to illuminate the dim bathroom.

But this was of no use, and it became even more eerie and terrifying - because she used the light to see scratches on the wooden doors of the single rooms, as if they were scratched by fingers.

This is a magic school, not a haunted castle...Hermione could only comfort herself in her heart.

"Myrtle?" she called tentatively.

"It's you again..." Myrtle jumped out of the toilet.

"???"

Hermione thought that this was also the first time she and Myrtle met.

"Well... I've actually been here all along." Myrtle floated into the air with a crying voice, "There are very few students here, so you're actually looking for me, right... You want to play a trick on me too..."

"No one is trying to play a trick on you!" Hermione glared at her.

But as Myrtle said, she had indeed been here several times.

"That's a joke, come on, you... you Gryffindor." She glanced at Hermione's bow tie. "You can make fun of me any way you want, huh? You're as annoying as Peeves!"

Hermione covered her forehead with her hands. She really didn't want to deal with this kind of person - no, this kind of ghost.

"I came to ask how you died..."

"Aaaaaaah! How did I die?!" Myrtle rose into the air, pulling her face apart and screaming, "That's awesome, oh my god. Of course, I don't mean the 'I died' thing is awesome."

Her attitude changed immediately.

Talking about her own death seemed like a great honor to Myrtle.

Hermione understood a little bit. After all, it seemed that a student who was not very popular died in school. She must have some resentment in her heart, or it could be said that she had an obsession - and this obsession made her become a ghost.

Nietzsche, who was leaning against the door of the girls' bathroom, took out his wand after hearing the scream, kicked the door open and rushed in.

"Oh, sorry for scaring your sweetheart in here." Myrtle wiped the water off her face, saw the wand pointed at her, raised her hands and saluted.

"Tell me about yourself, about how you died...the cause, process and place of death."

Hermione was too lazy to refute this misunderstanding.

"I died here, right... on that toilet, don't laugh!" Myrtle pointed at the toilet sign and said with relish, "Someone laughed at me for looking like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here and cried."

"How did he die?" Nietzsche asked.

"I don't know. I just heard a boy come in and say something. Then I wanted to yell at him to get out of the girls' bathroom, but then I died... It happened very quickly. There was no pain at all. I didn't even have time to scream!"

Myrtle puffed out her chest, as if showing off something she was very proud of.

Although it was hellish to make a dead person laugh, the contrast between Myrtle's description and her smug look was so funny that even Hermione coughed several times.

"And then? You can always see that person's face clearly, right?" Nietzsche remembered it in his mind.

"I didn't see any human face. I just remember a pair of yellow eyes... they were very big, definitely not human eyes. Then I felt light and floating. But the first thing I did when I came back was to settle accounts with those who laughed at me!"

Myrtle cackled as she talked about her revenge pranks, completely forgetting her own death.

Great, it seems the monster in the secret room does exist.

"Just a glance?" Nietzsche asked.

"Yes, I just took a look. I can be sure that I was not bitten to death because I saw my own body afterwards." She stuck out her tongue, "I heard that I was as hard as a rock."

Eyes, petrification...Hermione took note of this clue.

She asked a few more questions, but Myrtle said she couldn't remember anything, not even what the monster looked like, and then waved her handkerchief goodbye after the two left the girls' bathroom.

"Hey! If you guys die too, I'll leave you a toilet."

Why only one?

Since Nietzsche is not a girl, that position is reserved for Hermione.

The two of them took advantage of the duel training time to tell Professor Flitwick about this matter - this is the duel champion, and just hearing the title can make them feel safe enough.

"So you're saying that the monster in the secret room is a creature that can turn people to stone with just a glare?" Flitwick sat on a rock on the hillside, stroking his chin.

"Yes, like Medusa," said Nietzsche.

"I seem to have heard of this... There is a record of this in the school library. Let me think..." Flitwick's expression was as awkward as if a stone had hit his teeth while eating. "It seems to be---a basilisk?"

But those things are considered legendary creatures.

Legendary creatures do not refer to creatures that only exist in legends, but rather to creatures whose rarity results in the concept of the creature and the method of breeding it being very scarce and can only be passed on by word of mouth.