Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Dreams...dreams and the like can't be eaten~

But how could Nietzsche get 500 gold galleons?

Ask Watson? Forget it. He is about to marry Mary, and three thousand pounds is not a small amount of money.

Should he go to Moriarty and say, "I have a good idea"? If Sherlock knew about this, he would be scolded to death. He went to his father's number one rival and then boarded his pirate ship... It didn't make sense no matter how you thought about it.

As for Shylock, Nietzsche didn't think that a person who was idle all day and went to the underground boxing ring every day to earn extra money could save much.

"Great! I'll let you know as soon as I have any news." Rita stood up and used her wand to clean the dust off her clothes. "I hope that next year, we can go to the tavern in Hogsmeade."

She finally didn't have to endure it anymore.

This shop was as dirty as the Hog's Head. Rita's patience had worn out just by sitting there, and the way she acted made Hannah even more annoyed.

If Nietzsche hadn't been a Muggle wizard, she wouldn't have wanted to come to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley.

"By the way, Hannah, has she paid?" Nietzsche felt nervous as he looked at the table with only two wine glasses on it.

"It's thirteen silver Sickles and five knuts in total." The girl with two ponytails shook her head and then whispered, "Don't deal with such shady people. My father always said that such people would do anything for money."

Nietzsche watched Rita hurried into the backyard of the tavern and silently told himself not to be angry.

It's ok.

This amount of money will be deducted from the 500 gold galleons.

Volume 1: Chapter 110 Hermione: I Found the Highlight

Lucius Malfoy has been so happy lately.

Good things happen again and again!

His plan was on track. Now he just had to wait for the attack on the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts to escalate, and he would be able to successfully put Arthur Weasley into an irretrievable situation.

Secondly, he had already pulled Dumbledore down.

"Okay, okay, who made Dumbledore stand on the side of the Muggles? Who made him support those two little Mudbloods?" Lucius paced back and forth in the living room happily while looking at the daily newspaper from a while ago.

It really makes people happy!

Sitting on the sofa next to Lucius was a woman with thin cheeks but still revealing a bit of charm. She was wearing a silk violet wizard robe, and her eyes followed his footsteps all the time.

"But what about our son..." she said worriedly.

"Narcissa, I didn't ask Xiaolong to open the secret room. I just asked him to report it in the end. Don't worry." Lucius immediately threw down the newspaper, held his wife's hand and comforted her.

"That's good."

Narcissa's first concern was not whether any students died in Hogwarts, nor did she care about the open and secret struggles between her husband and Dumbledore's faction. Her only hope was that her son would not be harmed.

But she was still a little worried when she saw her husband's proud look.

"Dobby... Dobby!" Lucius shouted to the air several times, "Is dinner ready?"

With the sound of explosion in the air, Dobby appeared in front of them with his head lowered. The clothes on his body were just a pillowcase with a hole cut in it, and the original color could not be seen clearly.

Seeing the house-elf's timid look, Lucius' good mood immediately disappeared by half.

"Where's dinner?!" he asked sullenly.

"Dobby...I accidentally got burned again." Dobby held his ears with both hands, standing in front of him and swaying listlessly.

"Come here, you useless bastard." Lucius waited until Dobby walked next to him and kicked him. "You can't even do a small thing properly. Look at the elf of the Black family, and then look at you! You really lost face."

He didn't yell, but his calmness was even more frightening in Malfoy Manor.

Dobby, who was able to enter and leave Hogwarts Castle freely, collided with the hard leather shoes with his thin body. He did not resist, but just kept hitting his head on the floor.

"Dobby punishes himself, Dobby punishes himself..."

"If it happens a third time, your head won't deserve to be hung in the Malfoy family. Let's go, dear~"

Narcissa gave it a blank look before dragging her husband out to enjoy dinner and celebrate a little.

Dobby could only kneel on the ground, staring at his master and mistress as they walked away. He waited until their figures suddenly disappeared before he got up. He didn't even blink at the numerous wounds on his forehead.

Dobby crawled on the floor, picked up the newspaper that Lucius had thrown on the sofa, and finally sobbed when he saw the second student who was attacked.

"Harry must live... Dobby can't die yet. Sir needs Dobby to help Harry." It sat on the cold floor, muttering to itself, "But why doesn't Sir call Dobby?"

Dobby didn't understand any great principles. The reason he regarded Nietzsche as a gentleman was simply because he played the Malfoy family around.

Look! Harry Potter can't beat the insidious Malfoy, but Nietzsche can, so he is willing to believe Mr. Holmes' plan. After all, in terms of IQ: Harry < Lucius < Nietzsche.

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On the other side, Hermione Granger was helping her mother clear the snow in the garden.

She kept thinking about the basilisk when she was at home. Unfortunately, there were too few records about this XXXXX-level magical creature, and there was no mention of the basilisk's significant weaknesses.

Hermione looked at the footprints on the street in the community and felt a little annoyed, because none of them were left by Nietzsche.

That bastard, he disappeared as soon as the Christmas holiday came...

"Help me get a box!" Mr. Granger leaned over the wooden fence and shouted to his daughter.

"We're going to have dinner soon, and you've been fooling around all day." Mrs. Granger stood in the living room, raised the window and shouted, "You've made a mess again, and we have to go out and meet people later..."

But Mr. Granger just smiled foolishly.

"I was just shoveling a path next to my car, and I found this!" He bent down and picked up a squirrel from the ground. Its fur was all tangled up, and it was hibernating with its tail curled up. "It ran into my tailpipe."

This is a very common thing. Some stray animals like to hide in places where they will not be wetted by snow.

Mr. Granger checks it every winter before going out.

"The furry little thing can really dig holes..." Hermione's snow-shoveling movements gradually slowed down.

Wait...drilling a hole?

Hogwarts is an ancient castle. Some flexible animals can get in and out through secret doors and holes, such as Mrs. Norris, who gives the Weasley twins the most headaches.

Hermione couldn't help but think of the place where Myrtle and Penelope were killed, which happened to be in the girls' bathroom.

The lobby is for patrolling armor, the second floor is where professors give classes, and it is impossible for the basilisk to run out openly. There are only a few paths in the corridor on the third floor, and two of them are closest to the bathroom.

"Where could it go?" Hermione asked herself in confusion, "The sewer..."

By the way, every time it manages to escape immediately after the attack, of course it’s because the entrance to the secret room is very close.

They had always thought that the girls' bathroom was a closed room, but they had forgotten the entrance to the secret room when the students were attacked...it was impossible for the basilisk to appear and disappear out of thin air.

Hermione dropped the shovel, and the crunching sound of her furry snow boots compacting the snow brought Mr. Granger back to his senses. He found his daughter running out without looking back, raising her hand, and shouting something.

Maybe he is saying: I won’t be coming back for dinner today.

"She... this child..." Mr. Granger felt like he had aged a few years.

"Where else can Hermione go? He must be looking for Nietzsche." Mrs. Granger said with a strange expression, "Forget it, let's go first. We will still be sitting together later anyway..."

That's right! Hermione hadn't looked for anyone else except the kid from Holmes's house.

Volume 1: Chapter 111: The Case of the Secret Chamber is Settled

After about half an hour's journey, Hermione, wearing her newly bought gloves, arrived at Quirrell's door.

When Quirinus Quirrell saw her coming, he found an excuse to go out to "purchase materials" and thoughtfully hung a "Do Not Disturb" label on the door handle.

"Chamber of Secrets... I know where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is." Hermione took a cup from the table and gulped down a mouthful of tea. She spoke intermittently, "I'm so stupid. I should have thought of the water pipes connecting to the castle!"

Hogwarts Castle has eight floors, not counting the various towers, and the most important one is of course the drainage system.

Nietzsche raised his hand, wanting to stop her, because he had just drunk from that cup, but... seeing that Hermione had already finished drinking, Nietzsche finally swallowed the words in his throat and just silently changed the cup.

Hermione ignored his embarrassment and stopped taking off her gloves: "I came here, can't I even drink water?"

"Think about it carefully. Myrtle was killed in the bathroom that year... She heard someone talking to a snake! And this year, Penelope met the basilisk on her way back because she couldn't find my trace."

It can be said that Penelope just happened to become Hermione's scapegoat.

So Hermione had a guess, she said: "Is it possible that someone used the Polyjuice Potion to transform into Harry's appearance and used Parseltongue to open the Chamber of Secrets..."

"Impossible." Nietzsche said decisively, "Language is not something that is innate. It requires systematic learning. Polyjuice Potion can only achieve a perfect disguise effect, but it cannot change the soul."

Obviously, someone wants to put the blame on Harry Potter.

Secondly, knowing Lucius Malfoy's motives, Nietzsche was able to deduce Draco's intentions - in order to bring down Dumbledore's faction in the Ministry of Magic, he needed to pin the entire attack on Arthur.

"Think about it, Milne." Nietzsche lowered his head and buried his slightly red face in the wool blanket. "Malfoy wants to take over Hogwarts and repeal the Muggle Protection Act, which means Draco is the informer."

Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic have always been non-interfering with each other.

The parents of the victims were all Muggles and had no knowledge of the wizarding world. They had no way of petitioning the Ministry of Magic to inquire about what happened in the school.

"But if we want to be sure that it was Weasley who did it, then..." Hermione widened her eyes, "The person Malfoy turned into was Ron Weasley!"

If you want to become someone, then after the polyjuice potion is made, you need to add something from the target, anything, it can be skin scraps, fingernails, blood or hair...

But Draco was the kind of person he was. He would never come into contact with anyone from Gryffindor, let alone Weasley, whom he called a 'pure-blood traitor'.

Hermione's thoughts turned faster under the impetus of Nietzsche:

Fighting... He knew that Ron's wand was broken, and he could have had an unfair duel at the time, but he chose to use the most brutal way just to get Ron Weasley's hair.

"So, Draco transformed into Weasley to open the Chamber of Secrets, and then reported himself?"

But the truth of right and wrong will always come out one day, so the best way is to make it a fact.

In other words: the Chamber of Secrets is really related to Weasley.

"It's possible, but based on the Malfoy family's history and Parseltongue, they don't necessarily have this tradition of speaking Snake language."

But Nietzsche didn't finish his words. After putting on his windbreaker, he glanced at Hermione, turned around and went downstairs to get a gift box.

Inside was a dark red women's hat, which was then put on Hermione's head while she was still thinking. Hermione raised her head belatedly and looked at the mirror in confusion.

The reddish-brown windbreaker matches the hat very well, and by lowering the head slightly, the upper face can be covered, giving off a mysterious vibe.

"Your Christmas present...I bought it at Madam Malkin's store in Diagon Alley." Nietzsche stole a glance at the complex and changing expressions on her face.

The other person blushed, smiled, frowned, and looked doubtful from time to time.

"Let's go." Nietzsche crossed his arms and said contemptuously, "It doesn't matter. I won't be like you who didn't prepare a gift."

"Where?"

"To have dinner, your parents invited us..." He looked puzzled, "No, aren't you here because it's time?"

Hermione seemed to have forgotten all about it.

But it must be Nietzsche's fault. Who told him not to come over for a day after the holiday?

"Who said I didn't bring you a gift!" Hermione puffed up her cheeks, took off her gloves angrily, and threw them in his face. "I was thinking of giving it to you when you came over, but on the way out, I helped you try it on."

Well, no wonder she didn’t take off her warm gloves. It turned out that she was hiding them on purpose because she was interrupted.

"Are you sure it's not...yours?" Nietzsche put it on and found that it fit quite well.

It was already filled with Hermione's body temperature, but the problem was that this made Nietzsche very uncomfortable. He even sweated on his forehead because of the warm gloves.

This was a good opportunity, Hermione put her hands in her pockets and walked over to him.

"Excuse me?" She said, trying not to laugh. "Or... did you get it wrong? Don't worry... My parents are medical students, so I can understand that adolescent students may have some inappropriate fantasies..."

"No, you misunderstood. I never let sand get into delicate instruments." Nietzsche turned his head away and walked out of the room in a daze.

Hermione ignored his stubbornness and followed him out with the joy of a winner.

Before going out, she caught a glimpse of something wrapped in dust-proof oil paper piled next to the sofa. She could feel that it was a magical item, but she didn't think much about it... after all, this was still Professor Quirrell's residence.

Nietzsche took Hermione into a 'Florence' restaurant.

The Grangers and the Watsons had already arrived at the round table early, and the two men, both doctors, had already started communicating over a glass of Bonn wine.

This feeling made Nietzsche feel a little... he couldn't think of a good way to describe it.

"I'm sorry to ask this, I'm just curious." Mr. Granger said with a dazed look, sinking into the expensive Bonn wine. "If Nietzsche is your son, why is his last name... You know?"

"Because Mary and I didn't know each other when I adopted him," Watson said clearly.

At this moment, Hermione found that her mother looked at them with some pity and affection, and when she sat down, Monica held her arm.

Hermione didn't understand what had happened between them before, making Nietzsche look like a princess about to get married.