Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

It would be ironic enough if a Slytherin heir came from Gryffindor.

Besides, in Hermione's impression, Ginny has always been a timid little girl who blushes when she sees Harry Potter.

Parseltongue was even more impossible, and the Weasleys were shocked when Harry Potter first revealed it in front of the Dueling Club.

"But if not, then why would Draco be monitoring her?" Nietzsche opened the fence, walked into the chicken pen and looked for a while before continuing, "You can go to her dormitory and take a look. Maybe you'll see a few chicken feathers that haven't been cleaned up yet."

Hermione swallowed her retort and turned away.

This was too ridiculous, she couldn't believe that Ginny Weasley would collude with Draco for no apparent reason.

But when she returned to the Gryffindor common room, she found Ginny hugging her legs and curled up next to the pillow. When she saw Hermione come in, she quickly turned her head and wiped her eyes.

"Ron would never do such a thing..." Ginny was as excited as a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.

"I know he won't." Hermione sat down on the edge of her bed and looked at her messy bed calmly. "Someone must want to ruin your reputation, just like they did with Harry Potter."

Her heart sank because there were a few feathers with burnt edges stuck to her shoes along with the dirt under the bed.

"You..." She smiled with difficulty.

"Did something happen?" Ginny asked curiously, "You don't think this has anything to do with Weasley, do you?"

"No, just remember to clean your shoes and don't bring in the chicken feathers from the common room door again." After Hermione said that, she ran out of the dormitory.

But the one who suffered the most was Ron Weasley, who was pushed to the forefront by Lockhart.

After the professor learned about this from a book fan, he took the initiative to help Ron overcome the difficulties.

He pretended to feel sorry for the student and sighed, "I know... I know it must be very hard to watch your friend being attacked, right? I can help you forget that feeling of helplessness, self-blame and regret."

Although this sounds like an advice, the stance is based on the fact that 'Ron took Justin along'.

"I didn't hurt him!" Ron stared at him with gritted teeth, wishing he could punch him. "I don't even remember such a thing happening."

"So you also..." Lockhart nodded repeatedly and said to himself, "It seems that you understand. Yes, we can't stay where we are with regrets. We must move forward with hope."

It was not until noon that Ginny heard from other professors that all the roosters had been killed.

She felt scared at this moment. Apparently, Hermione also thought that this matter was related to Weasley... Ginny was on edge. In her eyes, every classmate and friend who chatted seemed to be discussing "Weasley".

So Ginny ran back to the dormitory feeling aggrieved and took out a diary from her schoolbag.

"Riddle, I've been feeling weird lately. Every time I wake up, I feel like I've been sleepwalking." She quickly wrote down her feelings, "It's the same as last time. I always feel like I killed those chickens myself..."

TM. Riddle, who acts as a gentle and humble friend to Ginny.

"Why do you say that?" His handwriting replaced Ginny's.

"Because when I woke up in the morning, I was sore and covered in feathers, as if I had sleepwalked and killed all the school's roosters, but I don't remember that happening."

Ginny became more and more scared as she wrote, and could only put her hope on her 'friend'.

She longed to hear the answer she wanted to hear from here, even if it was just consolation...

"Maybe you're just imagining things, Ginny. You have a rich imagination. Besides, how could you kill all the roosters by sleepwalking? That's a huge undertaking," Riddle comforted her.

"But now everyone thinks this is related to Ron, even Hermione thinks..."

"Hermione?" Riddle wrote suddenly before she finished writing. "I mean, she's your friend, your classmate, how could she doubt you?"

"I don't know, I just feel like she's avoiding me."

Ginny's words were like an alarm bell, which made Riddle feel troubled.

"You are just too tired, take a rest." He coaxed, "If you don't mind, I can let you go to the dream world to have a good rest. I have to say, even I like the dream you imagined."

Hearing this, Ginny breathed a sigh of relief temporarily, put the diary on her body, and fell asleep with worry.

(The Chamber of Secrets has officially come to an end. As for Lockhart~ Hehe, Fox plans to use him to highlight the differences between the protagonist and Hermione.)

Volume 1: Chapter 118: Collaboration with Dobby

Riddle couldn't wait any longer.

On the night Justin was murdered, Draco met with Ginny with the last bottle of Polyjuice Potion in hand.

The girl was standing by the fireplace in the lounge with lifeless eyes, holding the opened diary respectfully. She looked as if she was under the control of the Imperius Curse, which made Draco feel frightened at the first sight of her.

"Time is not enough." The diary reads, "My soul and hers have not yet fully opened to each other, so I need you to help me."

It's now three months earlier than Riddle had imagined, but there's nothing that can be done.

Draco could only agree.

So the next day Hermione approached Ginny's room cautiously, intending to interrogate her, but the problem was that there was no one there.

At first she thought Ginny had kidnapped all her roommates, but that was not the case, because starting from the corridor on the second floor, the entire castle could hear the magically amplified warning from Headmaster McGonagall.

"All students return to their respective houses immediately. Prefects, please take action immediately!"

Hermione did not do so. Instead, she went against the tide of hundreds of people and ran to her head of house.

"Ms. Granger, what are you still doing here?!" McGonagall's face was pale, and her eyes occasionally glanced at the students who were leaving in a hurry.

"Ginny too..." Hermione wanted to say that she might be a suspect.

"Yes, something happened again." Professor McGonagall's words made her eyes widen, looking very unbelievable, "The heir of Slytherin dragged Ginny Weasley into the Chamber of Secrets...Oh my God, it's endless."

Hermione stood there numbly.

The facts seemed to have played a joke on her - she originally thought Ginny was in collusion with Draco, but now she was the victim.

Then Hermione was taken to the staff lounge by the acting headmaster, where she saw Nietzsche chatting with professors. Some of them looked like they had just woken up, while others were frightened out of their wits....

"What happened?" Mrs. Hooch, the flying professor, hurried over.

"The heir of Slytherin..." Professor McGonagall said sadly, "When Filch was cleaning the wall, he saw the words from last time and added a warning, saying: Her body will remain in the Chamber of Secrets forever."

Professor Sprout covered his mouth and swayed as if he was about to faint.

This is how to do?

It would take at least until June for the Mandrake to fully mature, which would be summer by then, but the basilisk in the secret room would not wait for them to prepare the resurrection potion.

Besides... no one knew if the little Weasley girl would be lucky enough to escape death.

"That line of words is deliberately leading others to look for it. We must stop it. If necessary, I will temporarily send the students home tomorrow..." Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, and then made a difficult decision.

Afterwards, she planned to gather her forces and take over the secret room.

Nietzsche paced back and forth in the staff lounge, his thoughts lingering a little longer on the character of 'Ginny'.

He had actually been wondering: since Parseltongue was required to open the Chamber of Secrets, why would Draco approach a girl who grew up in a wizarding family that liked Muggles?

When it came to Chiloe's problem last year, only Nietzsche thought of one thing - control.

"Where's Headmaster Dumbledore?" he asked.

"He's still at the Ministry of Magic, dealing with Fudge and the Board of Governors," McGonagall said reluctantly.

"Don't worry, Ginny won't be killed so soon." Nietzsche calmly calmed the professors' anxiety, "She is the key to controlling the basilisk. Maybe someone needs her to be something..."

Snape gave him a rare look of admiration.

The more urgent the situation, the calmer the Slytherins appear.

"How can you be sure?" The dean gripped the back of his chair tightly.

"If someone needs to suddenly have some unique ability, it's control... and Ginny is the middleman between the Slytherin heir and the outside world. She can't be petrified by the basilisk."

But Nietzsche was not finished.

The second half of the sentence is: But he may be killed by his successor.

But the good news is that at least I won’t be killed at a glance like others, at least I still have time to breathe.

At this time, the door of the lounge was opened again, but the person who came in was not Dumbledore, but Lockhart, who was yawning and smiling. He didn't know what had happened and thought there was some new activity.

"Sorry, I just took a nap..." Lockhart greeted everyone with a smile.

"Welcome our third-class Order of Merlin winner." Snape's cold eyes cut into the other's face like a knife. "Didn't you always say that this matter should have been handed over to you to solve long ago? Now it's time for you to show your skills."

Lockhart began to look away and backed away again and again.

"That's a basilisk. Besides, I never said such a thing..."

"So the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, who is the focus of everyone's attention, can only cast some Oblivion spells? Such shameful little tricks?" Snape said coldly, "This is your duty, Professor Lockhart."

Nietzsche was a little annoyed by their quarrel.

what is this?

This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not the British House of Lords. If something goes wrong, it will be immediately blamed on the other party.

"Hermione, go to the common room and call Harry. We need Parseltongue to go to the Chamber of Secrets." He took off his wizard hat, threw it on the ground angrily, ignored Snape's cold eyes, and left the staff room.

Mag looked at the crumpled wizard hat on the ground and seemed to have thought of something.

"Well, Professor Lockhart, what are you waiting for now?" she said, as she prepared to return to the Headmaster's office.

"I...I understand. I'll go back and prepare..."

But as soon as he left, Professor Flitwick could no longer sit still.

"Minerva, you don't really want that fool to do this, do you?" he said doubtfully. "You and I both know what kind of man he is."

"Rely on him? I'm just looking for a reason to tell him to get out as soon as possible." McGonagall frowned and said, "Mrs. Hooch, Professor Sprout...you go and prepare the Hogwarts train, and Flitwick and I will go to the Chamber of Secrets to explore the way."

When Nietzsche walked out of the courtyard, the black spot that had been hovering in the air began to gradually enlarge. The Norwegian Ridgeback spread its wings, glided all the way down, and landed steadily on the ground.

Now that Dumbledore is at the Ministry of Magic, Malfoy must be there...

"Dobby!" Nietzsche snapped his fingers.

"Mr. Holmes?" The house-elf immediately appeared in front of him as he expected, and said excitedly, "Mr. Holmes finally knew how to summon Dobby. It turns out that he still remembers Dobby."

But before it could say anything, a pair of orange-red vertical pupils appeared in front of its face.

Sparks and ashes rushed out of Smaug's nostrils, causing Dobby to grab Nietzsche's trouser legs tightly and dare not let go even if he died.

"Don't eat Dobby, don't eat Dobby!" It screamed and lay on the ground.

"Get up, it's my fire dragon." Nietzsche pulled up his trouser legs and took a few steps back. "Dobby... I don't need you to fight the basilisk. I just want to know one thing - can you take others to Apparition freely?"

A simple, powerful house-elf going to die together with the basilisk?

With all due respect, this is such a waste.

Dobby, with his eyes bulging, was thinking about Nietzsche's possession of the fire dragon... This once again refreshed his perception of him. You know, it's rare to find a wizard who can raise a fire dragon, not to mention that Smaug didn't have any chains on his body.

"Dobby can do that," Dobby said blankly.

"Very good... I need you to take it to the secret room when the time comes." Nietzsche looked up and continued, "Is there any way to make it close its eyes?"

"Dobby has heard that some wizards use the Eye Spell to punish dragons," said the house-elf.

As expected of a servant of the Malfoy family, even a house-elf of the lowest status is so knowledgeable.

But Nietzsche looked at Smaug, who was blinking and eating the food on the ground with relish, and finally gave up the idea. But then he took out a folded scarf from his arms and took out his magic wand to cast a status on it.

“Enlargement”

The originally long and thin scarf suddenly became as big as two blankets put together.

"Before that, remember to cover Smaug's eyes..." Nietzsche squatted down and explained the arrangement to Dobby in detail, "Then you will be responsible for doing what you are best at - hiding aside and protecting Harry Potter."

"No problem, Mr. Holmes, that's absolutely no problem!" Dobby chirped, clutching the corner of his scarf.

Nietzschean never fights a battle he is not prepared for.

Volume 1: Chapter 119: Preparations before the Chamber of Secrets

Lockhart was the last one left.

This is the responsibility of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and the help given to him by McGonagall and other professors is to leave a Sorting Hat...

"It's over. No... I can't die here." Lockhart looked at the Sorting Hat snoring on his desk and muttered in despair, "How could this happen?"

He originally wanted to come here to add some glory to his resume and let his former professors see his achievements.

But he didn't expect such a thing to happen this year. Maybe if he escapes like this, he will become a joke in school, but it is better than losing his life... After he has been silent for a year or two, he can show his talents again.

However, the person who opened the Black Magic Defense Office again was Nietzsche.