Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I think the students could use some encouragement." Lockhart suddenly appeared beside him.

Nietzsche turned his head and found that the professor was wearing a pink robe and winking at him, as if he had done something good that deserved praise.

It was as if he had invented another spell.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart put his right arm around Nietzsche, pulled him in, and said, "So far, I have received more than 40 greeting cards, and other professors will also participate!"

But Nietzsche didn't want to go with him, because the professors in the guest of honor table all had frighteningly gloomy faces.

The colorful confetti flying onto their faces made them look very out of place, but that was still a good thing... Flitwick simply covered his face, he didn't even want to admit that he was a Ravenclaw graduate.

Not only were there "star showers" that would contaminate the food, but Lockhart was also accompanied by a dozen dwarfs dressed as Cupid.

On Valentine's Day, Snape's Potions class seemed to be a refuge for those students.

"Now only the outside of the Potions classroom is enchanted, and those dwarfs can't get in." At noon, the Hufflepuff who had just finished class seemed to have had a good sleep, "This is the only way to feel better."

Apart from the Potions class, there is the classroom where Nietzsche is.

During a morning Charms class, several of the little golden-winged dwarves came running in impatiently, carrying harps, but as soon as Professor Flitwick showed an expression of annoyance, Nietzsche would throw them out.

He didn't even turn around, just sat there and twirled his wand gracefully, and the decorative wings were crushed.

"What a neat spell!" Professor Flitwick cleared his throat and said calmly, "I hope you can practice more of what you have learned... Five points for Slytherin~"

"The most important person is the professor who imparts knowledge," Nietzsche said modestly.

This was a wake-up call for many Slytherins.

So in the next few classes, they all began to show their unique magical talents - petrification spell, repulsion spell and expulsion spell, which made the dwarves dare to stay outside the door and smash the harps in their hands in anger.

As soon as they opened the door, half of the Slytherins in the classroom turned their heads and pointed their wands at the door.

Dwarf: They must be opening the door in the wrong way.

But it was unavoidable when the get out of class was over. When Gryffindor and Slytherin exchanged classrooms, a dwarf slightly avoided Nietzsche's group and then stood against the wall.

"Hello! That Harry Potter!" it cried, "I have a letter with music that I need to deliver to you personally."

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

"Okay, I get it... not here..." Harry blushed, tightened his bag and tried to escape.

"stop!"

The dwarf grabbed his bag, and they both tried to pull the bag towards them, resulting in the sound of cloth hissing, and books, ink bottles, and parchment all scattered on the ground.

Harry hurriedly picked up the things, but the next second, the dwarf hugged his thighs.

"His eyes are as green as a lazy toad...

I want him to be mine, for he is the knight who vanquished the Dark Lord."

The dwarf's scream made Harry's eyes lose their luster. He kicked the dwarf away, turned his head mechanically, and finally lowered his head and buried his face in the pile of papers... He really wanted to snap his fingers like Dobby did and make himself disappear.

Now the Gryffindors also laughed along with the group of little snakes who were watching the show.

"Which princess wrote this letter to you?" Theodore whistled and said, "Wow~ Green-eyed knight, please get a princess to take him away~"

"You said it the wrong way around." Hubble lowered his voice and reminded from behind.

"Yes...really?"

"Nervous! Wasn't it the knight who took the princess away?" Nietzsche also joked.

Then, while pushing his classmates to continue walking forward, he gave Harry a meaningful smile.

Harry didn't know what to say, so he could only force himself to laugh awkwardly with everyone else. But Draco obviously wouldn't miss this opportunity, so he looked around and saw the red-haired girl in the crowd.

"I don't think the famous Mr. Potter would like your Valentine's Day card!" Draco shouted viciously behind Ginny.

The girl's eyes instantly turned red, and she covered her face and ran into the Charms classroom, which made Percy very angry. He stepped forward, pinched Malfoy's shoulders hard, and pushed him forward.

Even though he wanted nothing more than to be student council president, he was still a brother.

"Get out of the way!" Percy pushed him away.

However, Nietzsche was stunned for a moment. As for the Valentine's Day card, he could guess who the writer was, but there were many factors involved: such as Harry Potter's reputation and pranks in school.

What if it’s a girl who has been paying attention to Harry Potter for a long time?

Ginny Weasley is indeed a possibility, but due to the interference of many factors, what Nietzsche sees is just a "possibility".

So Nietzsche couldn't help but wonder: 'How did Draco know this?'

Of course, maybe he just didn't get along with Weasley and just wanted to find an opportunity to be arrogant and habitually mock Harry Potter and Weasley, but... this habit plus the Polyjuice Potion exposed the problem.

Nietzsche is like a spider lying on a web, feeling the movement of every strand of silk.

'How could a naive little girl like Ginny tell such a secret to others? She is usually speechless when she sees Harry Potter.'

Draco was really careless.

Long-standing habits are hard to change, and not even polyjuice can disguise them.

Draco Malfoy never dreamed that just a casual sarcasm from him would make Nietzsche realize that his target of surveillance was Ginny Weasley. The most regrettable thing was that he didn't even realize his mistake.

Volume 1: Chapter 117: Hufflepuff's Rage

(2-in-1)

Although the weather was still cold on Valentine's Day, it was considered spring.

Nietzsche was sitting in the middle of the Slytherin table wearing a brown windbreaker, and Daphne caught a glimpse of the leather gloves he was wearing...because they were smaller in size, they looked very feminine.

"It suits you very well," she said.

"Really?" Nietzsche rubbed his palms back and forth deliberately.

"That's enough." Daphne saw through his smugness at a glance and said helplessly, "Let me guess...it must be Granger, right? She's the only one who would give you a gift."

Nietzsche was delighted by these words, but he did not show it.

But then, Hermione, who was far away in the lion pile, saw a heart-wrenching scene: Daphne seemed to hand a piece of letter paper to Nietzsche... Was it a greeting card or chocolate?

Then she breathed a sigh of relief because Nietzsche just accepted it calmly.

"A lot of people have joined Hufflepuff recently." Lavender held a large stack of names and casually spread them in front of the people. "Our dueling club feels that this is the safest place because the professor is here."

After all, how could the basilisk in the secret chamber get under the professors' noses?

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are the two houses with the most Muggle wizards, so private communication between them is relatively friendly...but only relatively speaking.

"Uh-huh~" Hermione absentmindedly moved the papers away.

"What's wrong?" Lavender followed her gaze and suddenly realized, then smiled wickedly, "I see... How about I say 'This is a card from Lord Granger's admirer'?"

"Is that reasonable?"

Hermione angrily grabbed the wizard's hat beside her, stood up and left her roommate behind.

Now, Hermione also began to hate Valentine's Day... to be honest, she had never hated such a holiday so much. However, by the next morning, she had no time to think about Nietzsche.

It was a crisp morning when she found Ron sitting sadly in a chair, with Harry and Neville trying to comfort him.

As for Hufflepuff, who had been having fun with everyone a while ago, after just one night, they looked at Gryffindor angrily, which even affected George and Fred's business.

"You know his parents are Muggles!" Ernie Macmillan yelled at Ron.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I was sleeping in the dormitory last night." Ron was upset by being yelled at, and naturally lost his patience. "If you don't believe me, ask Harry. I always fall asleep before him."

Ernie pounded the table, knocking over the bowls and plates nearby.

After seeing Hermione coming, Cedric tugged at his sleeve, then looked at Hermione Granger awkwardly. As a prefect, he did not want the relationship between the two houses to drop to freezing point because of some things.

"What did Ron do?" Hermione sat down at the Hufflepuff table and crossed her legs.

"Justin was sent to the infirmary by the professor this morning." Ernie's voice unconsciously lowered when he noticed her coming over. "Last night he said Weasley was going to take him to catch a chicken in the kitchen, but he died by the Black Lake this morning!"

Justin Finch-Fletchley, an ordinary Muggle student.

Because he was very curious about Muggles and the other party also wanted to hear about magic cars, he and Ron soon got together on the platform of Dueling Club.

Justin had always been coveting the rooster at the door, and he didn't expect Ron had the same idea. He was thinking of taking him to the kitchen to take a look, but the result was... he was discovered by Filch who was patrolling the Black Lake this morning.

Ernie was very angry and crumpled the bread in his hand.

"Of course, your whole family is pure-blood and listed in the Pure-Blood Directory, so of course you are not afraid!" he roared.

"Listen... Ron really doesn't know about this." Harry stood between the few people and explained patiently, "He hasn't even left the door."

"Really? Why don't you go ask the fat lady guarding the dormitory door?" Ernie turned his head away with disdain, not wanting to look at them. "Parseltongue... I thought of it a long time ago. Maybe you are in cahoots with the person who opened the secret room."

Hufflepuffs are surprisingly consistent in their outward attitude.

Even those who had a good impression of Harry and Ron would never say a word before their classmates woke up.

Weasley's reputation was ruined just as Draco had imagined... He hid in the crowd and laughed.

But at this moment, a wizard who was wearing a tattered scarf and walking with his head down suddenly bumped into him. Draco immediately felt a sharp pain in his arm, his hand was shaking, and the sleeve was stuck to his skin.

"Look carefully, blind man!" Draco cursed, "You...Ah!!"

"I'm sorry." The man looked down and saw that his right hand was severely burned. He immediately nodded and bowed and ran away.

At this moment, Draco screamed again as Hermione reached out and grabbed his right arm.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!!" His eyes bulged out and he roared with anger and pain.

"Oh~ sorry... I don't know." Although Hermione said this, her hands were clenched tighter, and the corners of her mouth even curled up slightly, "How did your hand get burned?"

Little McGregor from Gryffindor is a complete devil in the other party's eyes.

If he just disagreed with Nietzsche and hated him, then he was completely afraid of Hermione Granger... terrified...

The impression he had from their first meeting would always remain in his mind.

"Let go!" Draco tried hard to hold back tears. "Is this all you can do? My arm was damaged from practicing fire spells... Professor Snape, my hand is about to break... ah!"

"Granger!" Snape walked in from the hall, "Let go of your classmates."

Since the head of Slytherin had spoken, Hermione had no choice but to let go.

"Professor, deduct points from her... I..." Draco's face turned pale and he staggered towards the professor. The itchiness and pain of his muscles and nerve tissues slowly recovering were mixed together.

"I didn't know you were hurt like this by a fire curse." Hermione glanced at him sideways.

"Okay, now you know." Snape turned around mechanically and looked at Draco and said, "Miss Granger's action was unintentional. Now go to my office and get the potion to reapply it."

The dean rudely interrupted Draco, with no intention of deducting points at all. Instead, he drove him away with a few words.

This made the little wizards around marvel at it.

Hermione suddenly thought of something and immediately ran to the outskirts of the courtyard. Sure enough, Nietzsche was already standing on a piece of charred land, and in the area designated for enclosure, not a single rooster was alive.

The scorched earth around it had spread to the roots of the Whomping Willow, and the willow branches were drooping limply.

"There were two battles last night." Nietzsche narrowed his eyes, squatted down, and pinched the soil. "The first was Smaug chasing Justin and Ron Weasley, and the second was between the basilisk and Smaug."

He had noticed Draco's awkward gait in the common room that morning.

His dominant hand is his right hand, but he never swings it when he walks, and his arms are always bent and tucked in front of his abdomen. The person who just bumped into him was Nietzsche in disguise.

Draco's arm was burned, and it would have been such a large burn unless his dormitory was on fire.

"He took Justin outside under the pretext of going to the kitchen for a midnight snack, but Smaug was a fire dragon, and his mission was only to guard the chicken farm, so he attacked them..."

Nietzsche continued calmly, "But Draco didn't expect this and had to run to the bottom of the Black Lake to avoid the dragon. That's why Filch found Justin by the Black Lake."

"Fire...the reflection of the flames on the lake made him see the basilisk!" Hermione thought about it and immediately understood what had happened.

The basilisk might have crawled up from the bottom of the lake through the sewage pipe.

It seems that even though the professors blocked off the girls' bathroom on the third floor, they were unable to stop the basilisk, because that secret room might be connected to many sewage pipes, and simply blocking the entrance would not be of much use.

"Maybe there wasn't just Draco and the Basilisk last night. There should have been another person..." Nietzsche slowly uttered his thoughts.

"Who?" Hermione asked doubtfully, "But doesn't he just want to discredit Weasley both inside and outside the school?"

"I can't say for sure. What is certain is that Draco became Ron not only for this purpose... perhaps the main purpose was to get closer to Ginny Weasley."

In other words, the person who controlled the basilisk and deceived Justin were completely two different people.

But if you think about it carefully, why would Draco go to see a freshman who came in this year, and this person is a Weasley? In his heart, this kind of person should be despised the most.

"Ginny?" Hermione fell silent, then shook her head again and again, "But she is often with George and Fred, so she can't be the Slytherin heir. The environment she lives in does not support her having such a motive."