Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

This place has become a small potion workshop.

"This looks like two-eared grass." Hermione first used her index finger to apply some powder to the grinding rod, and then gently rubbed it with her thumb a few times. "This thing is not strict about the soil. It can grow anywhere. It can be used in many potion recipes."

But Nietzsche opened the drawer and found some withered sprouts inside.

"But if it's an ordinary potion, it won't take so much." He called to Hermione.

"This is sap grass, which can only be used in polyjuice decoction." The girl's mind immediately popped up the hand-drawn illustrations in the textbook. She continued, "But bicorn horns and African tree snake skins are hard to get."

That's right, Malfoy took the opportunity to grab a handful of those common materials when he went to the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Draco was able to get into his office easily through Lucius and Snape's connections."

"The content of the OWLs exam... Although each production takes a month, the steps at different stages are not complicated." Hermione said, "But who will Draco become?"

Polyjuice Potion can change the age, appearance, gender and skin color of the drinker, and the duration of the effect is related to the purity of the brew.

Nietzsche shook his head slightly. In his opinion, it didn't matter who Draco became. What mattered was what he did after becoming someone else.

Looking at the clean crucible and the sliced ​​leeches, it was obvious that he practiced a lot in the dormitory... and Hermione could only be wary of the people around her, as she didn't know whose things Draco Malfoy would throw into the Polyjuice Potion.

"Goyle, Crabbe, Sabini..." Nietzsche opened the textbooks on the bookshelf one by one and looked at the names.

Hermione seemed to have thought of something: in such a humid environment, the liquid should not evaporate too quickly.

The crucible was dragged out from under the bed. Nietzsche found that it was very clean inside and there was no trace left. This was the effect of the cleansing spell. There was not even a drop of liquid, but Hermione still buried her head in it.

"Cleansing spells can't get rid of strong smells, especially something like Polyjuice Potion." She sniffed and continued, "It smells like a barrel of chutney, with a hint of fermented malt."

Nietzsche thought for a moment before saying, "It sounds very British. He must be a native of England."

Good, at least they can rule out Parvati and other types.

Because the polyjuice potion does not have a fixed taste, its taste is determined by the object it transforms into, and is related to the character. But this is too abstract. Who would associate character and taste together for no reason?

Could it be that Hannibal Lecter was the inventor of Polyjuice Potion?

Volume 1: Chapter 107 The Second Attack

With Nietzsche's encouragement (flattery), Lockhart continued to run the Dueling Club.

This good news prevented the heavy snow in early December, so everyone could find something to do before going to bed. In order to protect their good friends, the Hufflepuffs also joined in at Cedric's suggestion.

Now Hermione can be said to have made friends with most of the Muggle wizards in the school.

"I beat up Goyle yesterday." Neville Longbottom boasted about his victory a few days ago to everyone he met. "You didn't see the look on his face at that time...Haha, he never knew such a simple spell could cause damage."

Nietzsche and Hermione's not-so-standard spells were surprisingly easy for Neville to use.

After all, Snape's evaluation was: Mr. Longbottom could make the simplest healing potion, which could be turned into a corresponding poison.

"Harry, what's the password for this month?" Ron yawned and spoke while observing their Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Dragon scum."

"Isn't Granger up yet?" Ron asked suddenly, glancing at the empty stage.

"Hermione... I heard that she and Lockhart are preparing a new book." Harry gave him a strange look, "It's about magic cars and the like... Anyway, those are all stories made up by Lockhart himself."

Ron nodded and went to find Ginny.

So Harry could only continue to train with Nietzsche alone amid the discussions. He practiced the spell over and over again to make himself forget the contempt and fear of the people around him.

And Lockhart did not deceive Nietzsche, because a few days later, Mercury, who came home late, threw a letter over his head.

The envelope was addressed to Rita Skeeter.

Judging from the light touch, this person is sensitive and casual; and the strokes are similar to Lockhart's, always like to put a flower or a hook at the end of the letter, all of which are psychologically intended to attract other people's attention;

The ink marks are not dragged out, indicating that the writer's thinking and signing speed are fast, which is in line with the work requirements of publishing house staff.

"Thanks to Gilderoy's recommendation, I read your book, "Salazar Slytherin Speaks"... It's quite good, but the description of Slytherin is too positive, so I'm afraid it won't be attractive..."

'If Mr Holmes is willing, we can meet at the Leaky Cauldron at Christmas time.'

As expected of a big name in the novel world, Nietzsche successfully obtained the qualification with ease.

"With the recommendation of Mr. Lockhart...you are going to write a novel too?" Hubble put his hand on his shoulder, his eyes widened in surprise.

Is there anything Nietzsche doesn't know?

Oh, there are still some...like some emotional things.

"It's a biography." Nietzsche corrected, "I don't want Salazar Slytherin to be smeared by those last men and become a shield for them to stir up trouble everywhere."

At this time, George and Fred ran over.

"Another person was attacked..."

"Who?"

"Penelope Clearwater of Ravenclaw. She was attacked at the door of the girls' bathroom on the third floor."

"Didn't I tell you not to go alone?" Nietzsche frowned, and then said to Theodore, "Take Hubble and Warrington to find the dean and the principal. Quick! Get your wands ready!"

He couldn't help feeling stuffy, as if he had been butted by a goat and was having trouble breathing.

Nietzsche couldn't help but suspect that the attack was deliberately aimed at Hermione, because the attack location was not far from her. Obviously his decision was correct. At least the basilisk would not deliberately offend a professor.

"It's...it's my fault." Percy's voice was very low, and he said with a sad face, "I was going to send Penelope back to the dormitory, but she said she wanted to write a face, so I left first."

This time Filch also came, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the monster in the Chamber of Secrets at all.

This Squib dragged the chain and glanced at every wizard who stepped onto the stairs. He just wanted to find out the wizard who killed Mrs. Norris. After seeing Nietzsche coming, he started counting on his fingers, counting which students were suspicious.

When Nietzsche rushed over, he found Captain Penelope lying on the ground, surrounded by broken glass.

Hermione was the first to arrive. Professor Lockhart was pretending to look around, as if he thought he could find some clues. Then came Harry and Nietzsche.

"Where is Myrtle?" Nietzsche said.

"She's been petrified too." Hermione opened the bathroom door, and everyone saw the ghost emitting black gas all over his body, sitting on the toilet with his mouth open, and the scream stopped in his mouth forever.

Unfortunately, the basilisk did not forget to let the ghost go.

"Why didn't you wait for her?" George blamed his brother.

"I...I...because I don't want to be seen by others." Percy hung his head. This time he did not get angry because of his brothers' blame. "I didn't let Ginny tell you about this because you would definitely tell everyone..."

The Ravenclaws were the most angry. They seemed to have never thought that their own house would be poisoned.

Because the young eagles have always been solitary and remain indifferent to many things, but when the butcher's knife is raised over their heads, they will still cry out in pain.

"Potter?" Senior Roger Davis took out his wand and pointed it behind Nietzsche and shouted.

"I have been in the Great Hall the whole time!" Harry shouted angrily. "From the moment you started to suspect me because I am a Parseltongue, I have been in the Great Hall all the time except for classes. Why do you think I have to endure those cold stares!"

He strode over the girls on the ground, grabbed the Ravenclaw senior's wrist, and pressed his chest against the tip of his wand.

"If you think I'm the murderer, knock me out and see if someone else gets killed!"

Roger Davis couldn't make up his mind, so he turned his attention to the real member of the Dueling Club - Nietzsche.

"I can testify to that." Nietzsche waved his wand and pulled the two apart. "If it was really Harry Potter who did it, he would rather be bitten than reveal his Parseltongue that day, and he grew up in the Muggle world."

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be the case. In addition, Harry had never left their sight, so they couldn't open the Chamber of Secrets.

"What a shame! If I had known that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets passed by my door, I would have stopped it." Lockhart kept making clicking sounds, as if he had really defeated Snape that day.

Hermione felt a sense of fear and helplessness at the same time.

What was scary was that the basilisk was indeed coming for her because it had been wandering around the third floor; and what was frustrating was that the people in the dark seemed to be watching them all the time, and would bite them without hesitation once they revealed a weakness.

But the third floor is a circular corridor, and there are only a few stairs leading out.

However, nothing unusual was found in the portraits. Where could such a huge basilisk hide?

Because of Penelope's incident, an atmosphere of suspicion began to spread throughout the school. When Professor Flitwick came over, he was in a trance and almost fainted on the ground.

"She's not dead yet." Minerva picked up Penelope.

"That's good...that's good..." Flitwick was trembling all over, "Minerva, I almost thought there would be another Myrtle."

But the matter was eventually leaked outside, because the latest edition of the Daily Prophet published the latest Chamber of Secrets incident and wrote the news that made him numb - the board of directors turned its attention to Headmaster Dumbledore.

That's right, the Hogwarts board of directors, who had done almost nothing, applied for a suspension order from the Ministry of Magic.

"That little bastard." Nietzsche cursed through gritted teeth.

This must have been spread by Draco. The Malfoys wanted to take this opportunity to interfere in Hogwarts...

Of course, they are very anxious. After all, their home is almost gone. So now they are trying to find a new place to stay.

Fox’s book friends: won prizes in various competitions and went abroad.

Fox himself: Purely valuable writing stuff (OK, OK, it turns out that among all the big guys, I am the only one who is just wasting time)

Volume 1: Chapter 108: Ministry of Magic Intervention

Percy always visited Penelope when she was hospitalized.

In the days before the Christmas holiday, no one was willing to sit and wait for death. Instead, Nietzsche was somewhat grateful to the basilisk - because the indiscriminate terrorist attacks would only make the entire Hogwarts more united.

This also turned Hermione's original meeting for communication and learning into a larger wizarding group.

"If Headmaster Dumbledore leaves, won't the attacks become more frequent?" Hannah Abbott said angrily. "How can the Board of Directors apply for a suspension order at this time?!"

Pure-bloods are a rarity in Hufflepuff House, which is considered the cornerstone of the British wizarding world.

Therefore, they firmly believed that the target of the next attack would definitely be a Muggle-born in Hufflepuff, and they tried their best to join the group...at least they would feel more relaxed psychologically.

"Malfoy is also a school director, they must know something..."

"They want to take over Hogwarts?"

The little wizards chattered and cursed the injustice of the wizarding world, and wrote their signatures of "going home" on the Christmas detention list.

Nietzsche knew that this matter was definitely related to Lucius Malfoy. When he heard Ron's cynical narration, an inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, like lightning breaking through the dark night sky.

That's right, he wanted to bring down Mr. Weasley at the Ministry of Magic, and a 'magic car' alone was not enough.

Nietzsche questioned himself in his heart: Think about it... think about what Dobby said. It knew that the Chamber of Secrets could be opened by Lucius, so it came to "protect" Harry Potter.

He looked at the heated discussion at the long table and decided to throw another can of incendiary agent into the mix.

"Who knows? He opposes the Muggle Protection Act advocated by Mr. Weasley, and maybe he even wants Hogwarts to ban Muggle students." Nietzsche mentioned it casually.

Cedric's character impressed all the members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. He was a student who could distinguish right from wrong.

So he clenched his fists, stood up and pushed the atmosphere of the entire banquet to a climax. Everyone pounded the table and looked towards the guest of honor seat in front.

Even Headmaster Dumbledore did not expect that these students would be so excited. He looked at Nietzsche meaningfully.

"Okay, quiet down!" Dumbledore pressed his palms together, gradually suppressing the voices below. "Regarding the suspension order, the Ministry of Magic has not yet responded. My first priority is to protect your safety."

He didn't think that Cedric and the Gryffindors could figure out Lucius Malfoy's purpose based on his statement in the daily newspaper.

There is no doubt that it was Nietzsche Holmes who provoked this anger.

"So this is true?" Cedric stood up and shouted with courage, "They really want to kick us out?"

"I can guarantee that even if the suspension order is really recognized by the Ministry of Magic, those conspiracies will not succeed... Then Vice Principal McGonagall will replace me as the interim principal." Dumbledore did not refute, but just comforted them.

Nietzsche put his trench coat on himself and gave Draco a provocative smile.

In a way, his attitude towards them is more like Moriarty before he loses his morals, but he is more unscrupulous than Sherlock.

"I'll have my father protest to Minister Fudge!" said Cedric angrily.

"Really?" Draco said sarcastically, totally ignoring him. "I remember Mr. Diggory was only in charge of magical creatures... Oh, don't worry, maybe he can replace Hagrid and come here to work for free."

"What do you mean?"

Ron grabbed an unfinished portion of pudding and threw it at the Slytherin table.

This action made Professor McGonagall very angry. Before Dean Snape could speak, she scolded: "Five points deducted from Gryffindor...Mr. Weasley, if you are full, please leave the hall!"

Dumbledore's face was full of fatigue. He looked at Nietzsche who was standing there expressionless and sighed.

After the banquet, he wanted to call Nietzsche to the courtyard outside the hall alone, but suddenly felt that it was not safe, so he asked Vice Principal McGonagall to call Hermione over.

"Hagrid is going to be taken away." The headmaster stood next to the fountain, looked at the two people coming over, and suddenly told them some bad news.

"Why?" Hermione was shocked. "What does Hagrid have to do with this... I mean, although he likes to raise some magical creatures, how can the Ministry of Magic casually use such a trumped-up thing to accuse him?"