Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Damn it, can the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets also duel?" Ron said, sweating profusely, as he sat on a wooden block.

Because his wand was broken, he couldn't learn any spells and could only run away again and again under the siege of George and Fred.

The Weasley twins seemed to have forgotten that it was their own brother who was hiding under their wands.

"But the Chamber of Secrets was opened by someone." Slytherin's Hubble was hit by a petrification spell from the opposite side just when he was distracted, but Neville quickly helped to remove the spell.

This was something he had learned from Hermione, and it was something many people would learn.

"That's why I asked you to go with me. No matter what, as long as one person escapes, it's considered victory, even if the 'heir' blocks us..." Nietzsche shook his wand, "Don't you still have this?"

After a few days of training, everyone was able to control the lightsaber skillfully.

This was not a very difficult thing to do. The key lay in the ideas and the skills of the performance. So on the day when the duel club started, this group of people gathered in the auditorium in a very ostentatious manner.

After dinner, the four long tables all disappeared, replaced by a golden stage.

"Remember?" Nietzsche pulled Harry aside and whispered, "When you duel each other, remember to find Draco... I want Hermione to take the opportunity to enter the Slytherin common room tonight."

Harry glanced at him and began to feel a little sad.

"I understand, I understand. If he hadn't chosen me, we would have challenged him to a duel together."

"What do you know? I haven't finished yet," said Nietzsche.

"Ah... You don't want Malfoy and his gang to see you, right?" Harry patted his shoulder, thinking a lot, and finally said with relief, "Don't worry, Malfoy can't return to the dormitory tonight."

Just like that, two people who were not on the same channel at all reached a consensus inexplicably.

After a while, all the students in the school came. They huddled together, holding their wands tightly in their hands.

"Hehe, the Gryffindor people are here too." Malfoy, who had sat on a chair long ago, rubbed his wand with his fingertips and laughed shrilly, "I thought you would be so scared that you would hide in the common room and dare not come out."

But his words only made the people around him laugh, while the other little snakes looked at him with disgust.

This made Draco clench his fists involuntarily, but then he suddenly laughed with relief and looked at the group of non-pure-blood wizards with the same contempt.

'If it wasn't Nietzsche...' He thought as he stared angrily at the boy surrounded by many people.

"Look here!" Lockhart, wearing a clean, bright purple wizard robe, walked onto the stage and shouted loudly to the students, "Everyone better look over here, this is the Defense Against the Dark Arts duel stage."

"If anyone can knock Lockhart out tonight, I'll be his fan." Harry groaned.

"Are you serious?" Neville immediately stood on tiptoe and began to look around.

Unfortunately, the person who walked onto the stage was not Professor Flitwick, as everyone had been thinking about, but Snape.

With a gloomy face, he took small silent steps and immediately appeared beside Lockhart. He looked at Lockhart with calm eyes, sometimes revealing some pity, as if Lockhart was already dead.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Severus Snape! Don't worry, I will return the Potions Professor to you intact."

The Slytherin snakes immediately understood the Headmaster's expression and observed a second of silence for Professor Lockhart.

"Can I regret this?" Harry glanced at him. "I'd rather take a book and sign it for Lockhart ten more times."

Nietzsche didn't know where Lockhart got the confidence from. How could a man who panicked when he saw a giant eight-eyed spider beat Snape?

At this time, the dean pursed his lips and stared coldly at the back of Lockhart's head. Nietzsche didn't understand how he could be so emotionless. If it were him, he would have found an excuse to escape long ago.

"Would you like to ask Professor Snape for assistance?" he grinned.

"Of course..." Snape was also grinning, but this looked even more terrifying to the little wizards.

Lockhart and Snape bowed...if Snape's impatient shake of his head could be considered a bow.

"one two three!"

"Except your weapons!"

But as Nietzsche expected, as soon as the countdown ended, Snape raised his wand over his shoulder, a red light flashed in the air, Lockhart's wand immediately slipped out of his hand, and then he flew off the stage and hit the wall of the auditorium.

This made Professor Flitwick, who was watching the show on the side, very crazy. If it were him, he would definitely not be so embarrassed.

"It's okay... waist, my waist." Lockhart staggered to his feet. His robe was covered with dust. He supported himself against the wall with both hands and climbed up. "Actually, I did it on purpose so that you can see the disarming spell clearly."

His mouth is really hard.

If a fierce fire burned over, there might still be a mouth left in the dust, opening and closing.

"Actually, Professor Snape's intention is too obvious. I really want to stop you, but..." He noticed that Snape had raised his wand again, and immediately changed his words, "The demonstration ends here, and it's your turn now!"

They stood on the stage and matched different combinations for the students below.

Except for Hermione and Nietzsche, Snape selectively forgot about the two of them for the time being. But when he walked in front of Draco, he obviously spent more time - Snape was hesitating about what kind of opponent to match him with.

But he had no idea, so he asked Draco to pick one from the second-year students...except the first and second graders.

"Malfoy, how about letting me see what kind of person you can make Mr. Longbottom into." He slowly selected the right person from the crowd, as if he didn't want his students to suffer.

But Nawei was not afraid. Instead, he walked out excitedly amid the cheers of his friends.

He took off his wizard robe, revealing a body shape similar to that of Goyle and Crabbe. He held the wand in both hands and muttered "Sunshine". A sword blade made of light rose from his wand.

"Ahem... Professor, why don't you let Potter do it?" Draco felt a chill down his spine at his hateful look.

"No problem, the famous Potter, come here quickly." Snape put away the grim smile on his face, "Let's see how much you have learned about Defense Against the Dark Arts."

He sensed something was wrong.

None of those Gryffindors were afraid and even hoped that they could fight Draco Malfoy.

"Neville, go and have a good talk with Goyle... Miss Brown, then please have a friendly exchange with Pansy." Nietzsche stood beside Lockhart and designated their duel opponents.

Snape's mind worked quickly. When he noticed the lightsabers waving in the hall, he immediately knew that it was Nietzsche who was behind it. Obviously, he wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of Draco and his group.

On the Slytherin side, there were also people holding up lightsabers, waving them and casting spells, but who were their opponents?

It was either George and Fred, or Ron with the broken wand.

"And Miss Granger?" Snape said through gritted teeth, his dark eyes gleaming. "I suppose Mr. Holmes knows her too well to learn anything new from her?"

Just as he was about to say something, Daphne stood up.

"I want to see how powerful she is." She stood behind the professor and winked secretly at the opposite side.

"No problem! Second grade versus second grade, that makes sense." Lockhart said first, "Okay, come over here... I'll make room for you to practice."

Snape grabbed Nietzsche's arm and brought him to the side of the auditorium.

He didn't understand...or rather, he was a little bit afraid. But Nietzsche actually saw an unexpected look in the dean's eyes: angry, but also surprised.

Nietzsche knew the reason very well, because in Snape's view, his tricks were no different from the Muggle's "coup d'état".

"What are you going to do... Do you think of Slytherin as a place just for you?" the headmaster warned, "This is Hogwarts, don't think of it as your old Muggle school."

"Professor, I don't understand what you are talking about." Nietzsche said calmly.

"Don't you think those families are miserable enough?"

"I have no say in this matter." Nietzsche pointed at the wizards fighting behind him, "Besides, they were the ones who threatened us first...so we are just protecting ourselves, Professor Snape."

Hmm... It's been a bit watery recently. Fox will speed up the plot tomorrow.

Volume 1: Chapter 106 Draco's Workshop

Draco didn't think he couldn't beat Harry Potter.

This is indeed the case. After all, he is a good student taught by Snape himself.

But others were not so lucky:

Goyle and Crabbe were pinned to the ground by Neville and others, Pansy's hair was cut in half by Lavender Brown, and Daphne was knocked down by Hermione in less than three rounds...but Granger was just pretending.

Draco looked around and suddenly felt as if he had a mission.

"Hang the Golden Bell!" He fought back before the countdown ended.

Harry felt like he was hung upside down with his feet tied up by ropes. Many people had never seen this spell before. Lockhart, who was standing by, turned his wand over and over but couldn't break it.

But Harry just swung his wand around, preventing Draco from getting closer.

"Wait for me to finish shouting, you're breaking the rules!" Lockhart shouted, looking at the two of them in horror.

"No, our original intention is to let students learn how to protect themselves..." Snape took over the power and pointed at the Slytherins who fell to the ground and said, "After all, in a real battle, no one will count down."

He looked at Harry Potter who was hanging upside down in the air and sneered.

Nietzsche looked at the dean's back and guessed where Draco's magic came from. He was a little hesitant - hesitant about whether he should also classify Professor Snape as an 'enemy'.

Of course, if it were Harry, he would definitely make the choice without hesitation.

At the same time, Draco planned to seize the opportunity to pursue the enemy: "Black snake, get out of the hole!"

He uttered the summoning spell several times in succession.

Long black snakes sprang out from the smoke of the wand explosion, baring their fangs and preparing to attack. The wizards around them all stepped back and made room. After all, no one wanted to be bitten by a poisonous snake.

After Harry cut off one snake with a wave of his hand, two more scarlet snake tongues attacked from behind.

"Give up, Potter!" Draco shouted arrogantly.

"Don't act rashly." Snape ignored Nietzsche's gaze and walked over lazily. He felt happy when he saw Potter's embarrassed look. "Let me get them away..."

Snape's look made Harry angry: What did he mean by this? Help Draco first, and then act so generously and save me?

No, he didn't need Snape's help!

Then, Nietzsche saw Harry Potter turned his head hard and hissed at the two poisonous snakes, and the most terrifying thing was that the two summoned snakes crawled towards Draco.

At the same time, Draco gave a sly smile.

"Parseltongue!" he shouted loudly and deliberately. "Harry Potter is a Parseltongue!!"

Ron, who was pretending to wrestle with Theodore, didn't care about anything else and immediately pulled Harry out. Neville was also very surprised at this time, but he could only vent his anger on Goyle.

Obviously, Draco was deliberately leading Harry into making a mistake.

"Is it worth it?" Nietzsche whispered.

"What?" Snape was obviously surprised by what had just happened.

"I say... Is it worth it to help them?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked directly at the other person and said, "Do you really want to see Slytherin become the most disgusting existence, or do you just dislike Potter?"

But Snape's face had an 'I don't give a f*ck' look on it.

He felt uncomfortable just looking at those gray-blue eyes, so he turned his head away and said nothing.

"It seems that Draco has learned a lot from Dean Snape, and there are people willing to step forward and challenge..." Nietzsche continued to ask with his hands behind his back, hiding at the edge of the crowd.

"His father and I know each other." Snape pulled his sleeve.

But Nietzsche didn't intend to tell him about what happened between Malfoy and the Chamber of Secrets, because of the relationship between Snape and Lucius, there were risks involved... He was not worried about himself, but worried that Dobby would be suspected.

Lucius Malfoy didn't tell anyone else about this, so he could only suspect Dobby.

"Let me do it." Neville was already blood-thirsty. He pushed through the crowd and walked to where Harry had just been.

"Nietzsche!"

But Nietzsche ignored Snape's questioning and left the hall.

Hermione glanced at Draco, who was temporarily unable to escape, and then helped Daphne up and asked, "What is the password for your lounge?"

"What did you want to say...Oh~ yeah, I forgot." Daphne covered her mouth and looked at the boy who left, then she understood everything. "But we can't tell others the password casually, so, do you have paper and pen?"

She took a magic feather pen, then wrote the password 'pure-blood' on a piece of paper and threw it on the ground.

"Oops, I don't have a great memory, so I wrote the password down on a piece of paper... but I think I accidentally lost it."

"Thanks." Hermione understood and ran out.

This was her first time visiting anyone, let alone coming to the Slytherin common room.

After he gave the correct password, the wall behind the dungeon began to move. When he walked in carefully, he discovered the mystery of this place: it was like an underwater palace, which was particularly depressing at night.

She looked at the windows and couldn't help but imagine the glass shattering and the black lake flooding the lounge.

"What exactly are you planning to do by calling me over here?" Hermione tore off her red and yellow tie in advance to prevent others from seeing.

At this time, Nietzsche secretly opened a dormitory door.

"This is Draco Malfoy's bedroom, look here." He rushed into the room and shouted loudly.

Although there are four beds in here, it is cleaner than Nietzsche's bedroom. The quilts are neatly stacked on the beds, and the desk by the window is piled with all kinds of bottles and jars.

Nietzsche immediately squatted down... and sure enough, there was a crucible hidden under the bed.