Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Draco, disguised as Ron Weasley, used his experience before Christmas to summon the diary with a Summoning Charm.

He got angry whenever he thought of this. In order to find out the whereabouts of the diary, he had to pretend to be Ron Weasley to comfort Ginny, and he had to do it when Ron was sleeping in or going to the library.

He lay down behind the sofa and glanced at the diary's former owner: TM. Riddle.

The magical thing was that before Draco wrote anything on it with the quill pen, lines of beautiful words began to appear on the originally blank paper.

"there is a problem."

"What's the problem?" Draco was a little confused and continued writing, "Everything is going according to your and father's plan... We only need to use the basilisk to attack a few more times, and we can really drive Dumbledore away."

The words he wrote were like a black ship, slowly sinking into the yellow ocean.

After a few pauses, Riddle, who had been in contact with Draco, began to display the next sentence on the vellum.

"Ginny Weasley is trying to get out of my control."

"I said... I suggested to you that you must kill that Mudblood Granger first." Draco made several mistakes in his haste. "As long as we get rid of him, everything will go much more smoothly."

Riddle was speechless: "..."

If it had a physical body, it would definitely want to grab Draco, this brainless thing, and throw him into the Black Lake. Is Slytherin starting to accept everyone now?

Looking back to the past, anyone who could enter Slytherin was a genius, and at the very least, he was a visionary pure-blood family head.

"What do you think a professor's office is for?" Riddle's handwriting began to look stiff, as if he was carving it with a pen. "That Holmes is trying to protect her."

What bad luck.

Riddle looked at Draco and realized that he had really given up. Why couldn't his partner be like Nietzsche Holmes?

Their every move is completely hidden in the dark and unpredictable, but the other party can always predict their next move.

"But there are only two people... not enough!" Draco stopped writing halfway and listened to the surroundings. "Now the headmaster of Gryffindor is the acting headmaster, we must also let her step down..."

"Then I have only one idea," Riddle wrote.

"what?"

"Get rid of this unstable factor, Ginny... I'm tired of her asking me all day about how to get Harry Potter's attention. Of course... I just want to fulfill my promise to Lucius as soon as possible."

Draco tensed.

It wasn't because he was afraid when he heard that Ginny was going to be killed, but because if Ginny died, Malfoy's plan to overthrow Arthur would be over.

So he told Riddle: "No, if she dies, then there will be no scapegoat... She did all these things, but it has nothing to do with me. I still need to catch her red-handed."

"..." Riddle paused and continued writing, "I'm sorry, I just get annoyed by people like her."

His handwriting was shaky, as if a person whose hands were shaking from anger was writing with a pen.

"How about killing Nietzsche?" Draco wrote tremblingly.

When he thought of the gradually declining Malfoy family, hatred began to arise in his heart, and those negative emotions made him feel nauseous - if it weren't for him, the Malfoy family would not have been so miserable that it only had one manor.

It was all him, the Mudblood who was sorted into Slytherin.

"Crazy?" But the words disappeared before Draco could see them clearly.

Then he changed to another sentence: "I can understand your feelings, but we are passive now... Believe me, I will take the girl to the Chamber of Secrets. Besides, playing with fire and getting burned can make Weasley the funniest joke."

Draco frowned, his plan now seemed different from his father's.

Originally, they could have continued the attack until the new headmaster arrived, and then Draco, disguised as Ron Weasley, would have been able to find the diary from Ginny and 'capture' her.

But not anymore.

Riddle made a good point:

If the Muggle-loving Weasley family became the murderers of Muggle wizards, and Ginny Weasley opened the Chamber of Secrets through dark magic items, and then lost control and played with fire and burned herself, wouldn't that be a bigger joke?

By that time, no one would sympathize with the Weasleys or those wizards who sided with Muggles...

"But I still want to..."

"Well, since you want to kill those mudbloods so much, you should listen to me, okay?" Riddle's handwriting was full of coaxing. "When the time comes, they will definitely come to the Chamber of Secrets to find Ginny."

"But what should I do in the end?"

Draco made up his mind.

In order to revive the Malfoy family, he decided to do something big.

"You will disguise yourself as Ron and follow them down here. After I kill them, you can pretend to be the 'discoverer'. I can even make you a hero... like Potter."

"But there are so many of them, and you only have one basilisk..." Draco was a little worried.

"Dear Draco, do you think a blind man is still a threat?" Riddle said with ease, "Now that Dumbledore has resigned, it's a good opportunity to take action."

Draco closed the notebook and then tiptoed back to it.

This is a very careful plan. Of course, disguising as Ron Weasley is not an option, and you also have to get into the smelly girls' bathroom. It's better to let Weasley, who loves Muggles, do this job.

He didn't want Malfoy to have any weird reputation.

Finally, just as his father had planned, he could not only ruin the Weasley family's reputation, but also destroy an important piece of activated Dark Magic loot, killing two birds with one stone.

Actually, he felt a little reluctant to leave. Every word this guy named Riddle said hit him to the heart.

Volume 1: Chapter 115: Busy Professor Cat

"Everyone else will finish class at five o'clock. After enjoying dinner, they must return to the lounge...Except for the students of the Duel Club, they can study in the auditorium. We will be waiting here until eight o'clock."

This is the next rule set by the acting headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, and also her support for Hermione and Nietzsche.

At the same time, it also made it difficult for Riddle and Draco to find a breakthrough point.

Because every night after Christmas, Hermione would gather the wizards under the guise of a dueling club, and they would be divided into four teams and go back to the common room together.

"We need to block off the girls' bathroom on the third floor..." Professor Flitwick muttered as he sat in his seat.

"Maybe it's already gone." Lockhart shook his head and pointed at the students below. "Maybe just like more than 50 years ago... Who would have thought that Hagrid, that big fool, would raise a basilisk?"

The only one who didn't join in the discussion was Snape, who was wandering among everyone just to pick on a few people.

"You two...Weasley! If you throw stinky eggs again during the duel, I will make you eat them!"

"Miss Susan, it turns out that the way to defend against the Disarming Spell is to lie on the ground. This really opens my eyes."

Everyone was scolded by the greasy old bat, even Nietzsche, who was sparring with Granger, was not spared, which opened the eyes of the other little snakes...

If it were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, Gryffindor would definitely be the one to be scolded.

"I don't know what you are so proud of. You turned a wizard duel into a Muggle knight duel." Snape pointed at the scar on the ground and said sarcastically, "Your head is full of Muggle thinking."

Nietzsche put away his wand and, from an angle where the dean couldn't see, secretly stuck out his tongue at the girl.

"Professor, I'm just not as skilled as you..." Hermione said breathlessly.

"If Granger had used the Obstruction Charm, followed by the Shield Charm and the Repulse Charm when you jumped up and slashed down with the Levitation Charm, you would have lost!" Snape continued to nitpick.

This seems to be a criticism of Nietzsche, and in fact... in fact it is also a criticism, but it also gives some pointers to Hermione.

Obviously, whenever Snape stood between two people, Nietzsche would always be the one who got hurt... I don't know why, but Snape got angry when he saw his sloppy look.

"Okay, Poter, it's your turn." Snape waved to the other side with a sinister smile, "Come and practice with Granger."

Even though Draco wasn't here, he had plenty of options.

So Nietzsche went off to rest and let Harry take over to practice with Hermione. But before he could even catch his breath or sit down in his chair, he was pulled to the guest of honor seat by Professor McGonagall, and the other professors were all staring at him.

"Do you know how to open the secret room?"

Professor Lockhart swallowed nervously, and after seeing the other party's puzzled look, he hurriedly explained.

"Of course. After discussion, we unanimously decided... to... eliminate the threat of the basilisk." He hesitated, his eyes dodging, and he seemed very fearful, which was totally unlike the style of a qualified professor of Dark Magic Defense.

"I remember a book that said basilisks were afraid of the sound of roosters," said Professor Flitwick. "It's strange... many of these old books don't have the author's name written on them."

It's like it was kept intentionally.

After all, ordinary wizards would not raise basilisks, not even those dark wizards who inherited the Parseltongue language.

But this is another problem, because now Rubeus Hagrid has been captured, and there are not many professors who know how to raise animals. At this time, Professor Sprout stepped forward and she was willing to allocate an area.

"There needs to be one every ten meters in each corridor..." She was very familiar with the structure of the castle.

"No, that's not necessary." Nietzsche rejected the suggestion immediately. "The entrance to the lounge is enough. We need to lure it out... No one knows whether Salazar has left any defensive magic in the secret room."

Finally, the plan was finalized by the acting principal.

Hogwarts has returned to its former atmosphere, except that the classes have been adjusted and are almost all scheduled before three o'clock in the afternoon. This is not a big deal for the students, but it makes the professors very busy.

What is even more surprising is that there are several roosters placed at the entrance of the four college lounges, and their crowing sounds can be heard every day.

"Unfortunately, the Quidditch match has been temporarily cancelled." Warrington sat cross-legged in the courtyard, wiping the broom in his hand, sighing all day long, "I was planning to compete with Cedric."

And the Quidditch players were sitting around him doing nothing.

Originally, they should have been training on the Quidditch field at this time, but now they could only learn some new spells on dueling to pass the time.

But the Hufflepuff on the side didn't have those thoughts.

"Hey, do you think we should have a midnight snack every few days?" Justin Finch-Fletchley rubbed his hands together, and he had evil thoughts about the roosters at the door. "I'm so greedy... I don't see meat for midnight snack every day."

"What are you thinking of?" said Ron. "Are you planning on using the lounge stove?"

"Although our lounge is next to the kitchen, your suggestion seems more convenient..." Justin covered his head and screamed in venting, "My friends have driven me crazy. They think I will definitely be killed."

Ron: ? ?

As the conversation became more and more distorted, Harry glanced at Ron who was eager to try and Neville who was a little tempted, and spoke out to stop them. Those roosters could not be purchased with just money, and points might be needed to 'buy' them.

Fifty points each...If it's the serious Headmistress McGonagall, this is not impossible.

At this time, Draco, who had just finished class, happened to walk over from the greenhouse. He glared at Warrington who was with Hufflepuff.

When they set their sights on the roosters, Nietzsche had already run deep into the Forbidden Forest. He planned to have a fair fight with the basilisk - in the way of magical creatures.

This thought became more certain as he looked at the huge body of Smaug.

"It's decided to be you, Smaug!" Nietzsche touched its ferocious head and ignored the sturgeon whose mouth was covered with sticky saliva and only half of its body was left.

Watching the interaction between Nietzsche and the dragon, Hermione couldn't help but blame the centaurs: What had they done to the dragon?!

"But the Basilisk must not be looked at directly," said Hermione.

"Smaug doesn't need to look at it. How can a crawling creature beat a flying creature?" Nietzsche said proudly, "Don't forget, Smaug is a fire dragon... He can breathe fire!"

Hermione glanced at him sideways, not bothering to pay attention to him.

In fact, when Nietzsche first came to the Forbidden Forest, he was looking for help from the centaurs, but because the centaurs such as Bane and Ronan refused to participate in the fight between wizards, he finally remembered this... lazy fire dragon.

Oh, yes, I forgot to add 'troublemaker'.

Because after Smaug had eaten his fill, he relied on the skills trained by the centaurs to catch the eight-eyed giant spiders and bully them every now and then.

As Hermione watched him control the flames from the dragon's breath and grill the wet half of the sturgeon, she began to recall Lockhart's 'teaching' in the office when they had just repaired the magic car.

"A man like him will definitely receive a lot of cards on Valentine's Day, February 14th," said Lockhart.

Of course, what the professor said might not be wrong, because Hermione knew Daphne Greengrass, who was also very interested in Nietzsche, and she almost said "marriage for the purpose of binding interests".

But... no, what does this have to do with her? Didn't Nietzsche like to live alone until the end of his life?

Then let him go.

Hermione thought so in her heart.

Volume 1: Chapter 116: A Broken Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day.

How boring it is for Nietzsche, it is extremely boring.

The first thing I hear when I wake up every day is a group of people comparing their greeting cards. This person is talking about how many cards and blessings he has from girls, and that person has a date...

Even that big, dumb guy in Warrington has a crush on a girl.

Nietzsche sighed and shook his head. He thought that these pythons would devote all their time to Quidditch, but it seems that they are not as loyal as Gryffindor in this regard.

When he was about to enjoy breakfast and prepare to go to class later, he was shocked by the changes in the auditorium.

All four walls were covered with pink flowers, and the ceiling displayed rainbow-like clouds, with stars raining down from above, forcing the Hufflepuffs to use their clothes to protect their bowls from falling paper scraps into their porridge.