Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Hermione squeezed next to Nietzsche and made full use of her specialty - curiosity. She didn't pretend at all, and it was this curiosity that gave the originally timid Neville Lombard some confidence.

Poor Neville Longbottom, willingly being played around by Hermione and Nietzsche.

He smiled and said:

"Of course, but most pure-blood families like the Malfoys have produced many dark wizards... If you ask me about this, I'm sure you'll do it. My grandmother said that my parents were heroes who suppressed families like theirs!"

Volume 1: Chapter 11 "Holmes" and "Watson"

The entire Hogwarts Express is painted in warm tones.

The front carriage is for the prefects, while the back is for the rest of the students. Each compartment is not as small as it looks, and the corridors are not just big enough for conductors and carts like those on ordinary trains; they are much more spacious.

Nietzsche counted them and found that there were about five carriages in total.

"Oh, you must be talking about the mysterious man in 'Magic Events of the 20th Century'?" Hermione immediately started to associate it with the word 'resistance' that Neville had mentioned.

"Yes, many people have lost their lives because of this." Neville began to hesitate, and stopped knocking on the door with fear in his eyes. "Even my parents only...only survived."

Nietzsche simply put his arm around his shoulder skillfully.

The kind of reasonableness he displayed at this moment was something Hermione had never seen before... Or rather, if she was not familiar with Nietzsche, she would not be able to see any trace of his performance.

That moment of empathy.

"They are heroes, Neville...So who are these Malfoys you're talking about?"

Hermione glanced sideways.

These familiar words seemed to be what Nietzsche said when he first transferred to her class.

Neville felt much better after being comforted by him. He said in an angry tone:

"Humph, You-Know-Who's lackey! There is a rumor in the wizarding world: Even if you know that Malfoy killed someone, you will never be able to find their fingerprints on the murder weapon... In fact, this is true."

When Hermione heard this, she always felt like he was some kind of omnipotent villain.

Just like the man behind the scenes in a politically charged movie, or a disgusting lawyer who walks on the edge of the law.

At this time, Neville pushed open another compartment sliding door, and his voice became as weak as before: "Excuse me...Have you seen a toad? It's my pet Leifu."

Some of the witches who were disturbed wanted to close the door impatiently, but when they saw Nietzsche behind the round-faced fat man, they managed to force a smile.

A black trench coat, a simple cane, and dark brown bangs that just reach past the ears.

It has the cuteness of a little adult, but also a maturity beyond its age...There is no one who doesn't like beautiful things, and even if one doesn't care about them, their attitude towards them will never be bad.

But Nietzsche just smiled a few times perfunctorily, then turned around and started thinking about other things.

Hermione looked at the group of witches, impatiently grabbed Nietzsche's hand, pulled it back, and whispered, "Now that he's out, we can't use him as a tool, can we?"

"Isn't that your business?"

However, Nietzsche looked at her with a bewildered expression.

This matter-of-fact look made Hermione break down on the spot. She subconsciously thought of the way her mother dealt with her father, so she quickly lifted his ear with her right hand.

“Nietzsche!!”

"I, Nietzsche Holmes, ask for information; you, Hermione Granger, cooperate with me. This is a perfect plan..."

"Don't talk to me like your father."

Hermione stood on tiptoe, biting his ear and growling like a cat.

"Which one are you talking about...hiss~Okay, I know."

Neville and the others had no idea of ​​the pain Nietzsche had suffered. Instead, they looked at him with envy. Only after Neville closed the compartment door with a wry smile did Hermione and Nietzsche return to the way they were just now.

There were still smiles on their faces, as if what just happened was Neville's hallucination.

"By the way, did you hear that Harry Potter is also a freshman this year?!"

It's Harry Potter again.

Since their trip to Diagon Alley two months ago, the two of them had seen his name from other passing wizards and in newspapers, and even in some history books.

Interestingly, this boy, who is talked about so much by wizards, was once bullied by his own cousin.

Nietzsche looked at Neville's excitement and asked curiously, "How did Harry Potter become the boy who lived?"

"Oh my god, you don't know...well, you are Muggle wizards." Neville cleared his throat and whispered, "In fact, it was because of Potter that You-Know-Who fell."

"Is he a natural born magic genius?"

"I don't know...but I heard from my grandma that he died after the mysterious man rushed into his house. That's all I know."

"Is there a possibility that Potter's parents did it?"

Neville suddenly became a little frightened. His eyes seemed to travel through time and saw the scene at that time. He looked out the window. It was noon and the weather was fine.

He swallowed, feeling the warmth of the sun.

"No, Harry Potter is the boy who survived a disaster and is recognized by the Ministry of Magic as the 'savior' because he is the only one alive..."

"That's the Unforgivable Curse! Dark magic that no one can survive!!"

But this time it was Nietzsche's turn to be quiet. He quietly watched the changes in Neville's expression, from fear and uneasiness at the beginning, to happiness later, as if he had seen the mysterious man die in the hands of the baby with his own eyes.

Unlike others, Nietzsche did not think there was much to be happy about.

"What...what happened?" After telling the story in the newspaper, Neville also noticed the hesitation on Nietzsche's face, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Neville..."

"what?"

He hooked his arm around the man's shoulder and whispered, "Don't be happy about other people's suffering. 'Surviving a disaster' means that Harry's parents are not lying in St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment. At least don't congratulate them in person."

Nietzsche and Hermione finally figured out what was going on.

The so-called "Boy-Who-Lived" only survived the hands of a dark wizard...that's all.

The skinny child was bullied by Dudley and his friends, but this honor was an inescapable curse for Harry Potter.

The entire wizarding world even took this tragedy and celebrated it openly.

Hermione was just a little curious at first, but after being reminded by Nietzsche, she felt a chill down her spine.

What a huge irony.

"But the wizarding world is celebrating..." Neville also sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't understand it.

Well, thinking back, his happiness was also due to the downfall of the mysterious man and the victory of the struggle. It seemed... Harry Potter's halo was indeed not as dazzling as he imagined.

Is “The Boy Who Lived” really something to celebrate?

"Politicians! Neville!" Nietzsche recalled the conversation between his fathers about some cases and said with a wave of his hand, "Never completely believe what you read in the newspaper."

It's just like those murders that were declared to be religious murders.

"You should be quite suitable for Ravenclaw." Neville muttered after his happiness faded away and he came back to his senses.

In fact, toads don't look very good, but it was precisely because of this ugliness that Neville got the answer in the compartment of the third carriage. After all, no wizard would be willing to hug an ugly toad.

There were two witches in the compartment, one with beautiful long hair, and the other with two golden braids.

"I just saw one in the snack cart. I saw it when I was buying lunch..."

"Oh yes... would you like some chocolate frogs?" One of the witches shared some of the snacks on the table.

Neville, who found out the whereabouts of Leif, was also stuffed with a lot of chocolate frogs by the witch in this compartment.

Hermione was about to take it, but Nietzsche grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"I didn't have lunch because of you."

Nietzsche heard this strange remark and always felt that something was wrong with Hermione.

He scratched his hair, and after declining the chocolate frog offered by Neville, he told her: "Liv probably wanted to find a companion, so he jumped into the passing snack cart... Why do you think the witch was so kind?"

Even if we take a step back, even if the toad didn't touch the chocolates in the box, it would still be a bit disgusting.

Hermione felt a little disgusted and wanted to remind Neville, but when she saw that he had almost finished eating and the frog leg in his mouth was still twitching, she swallowed her words.

Nietzsche asked, “Aren’t you going to remind him?”

Hermione: "Forget it, he's already finished eating, do you still want him to be disgusted and vomit?"

Well, she wasn't doing anything bad, nor was it out of bad taste, but she was standing on Neville Longbottom's side and giving him advice.

If you don't tell everyone, everyone will be happy; if you tell everyone, Neville will be disgusted after eating the chocolate frog touched by Riffle...

When they passed by the witch selling snacks, Nietzsche's speculation was proved to be correct. The slippery toad was indeed digging around in the pile of snacks.

It thought its companions were trapped inside.

"Rivet is coming!" Hermione quickly pulled out her wand after seeing the appearance of the animal.

The Flying Spell can make objects and life forms fly towards the caster. Generally speaking, the greater the magic output, the larger the life form that can be controlled, and the caster must also know the appearance of the summoned object.

At the end of the carriage, the toad who was about to enter the staff utility room with the cart was lifted up from a pile of chocolates by a force and passed through the long carriage and the crowd in the corridor.

Suddenly, three people fell out from the compartment of the carriage, and one of them had his finger bitten by a rat.

Unfortunately, Hermione was not very skilled in using spells, so the trajectory of the summoned creature was shaky, and the toad hit the blond boy in the middle right on the face.

In addition to the slippery slime, there was also a little chocolate sauce, which stuck to Malfoy's face.

The tragic scene made Nietzsche hunch his shoulders and close his eyes...

Sure enough, after a three-second roar, the "intercepted" toad was grabbed by the man and thrown to the ground, rolling and crawling to Neville's feet.

"Ah! Leif!!" Neville's eyes were full of it.

Hermione's face was filled with embarrassment. Now, with the roar, the onlookers who had poked their heads out of the compartments shifted their gaze from the three people to Nietzsche and his two companions.

"Oh no, you're in trouble."

"Who knew they would fall right in the middle of the corridor?!" Hermione said frantically.

Now the pressure shifted to her.

When had Hermione ever been stared at like this? This was even more terrifying than when she stood in front of a group of teachers at school to give a statement!

"Longbottom!!"

"Malfoy?"

Volume 1: Chapter 12: 28 The Holy Family

It was from Harry Potter's compartment that Malfoy fell.

Although he knew that Potter was not a member of a pure-blood family, he was still willing to be friends with Harry Potter because of the honor that was well known in the wizarding world, but the prerequisite was to draw a clear line with certain people.

But the problem was that Harry himself hated the crown of thorns on his head. He hated the "savior" and also hated the condescending attitude that the other party expressed as soon as he entered the door.

To be honest, in Harry's eyes, Malfoy was no different from the fat Dudley.

"Longbottom, can't you take care of your damn toad?" His face was livid, and he took out a napkin from his clothes and wiped the chocolate and mucus off his body. "Forget that you are a pauper like Weasley."

Hermione was a little apologetic at first.

But when he saw the other person's old aristocratic demeanor, he swallowed the "sorry" that was on the tip of his tongue.

The little wizard with blond hair and a pale face was the Malfoy mentioned by Neville, and the two tall and strong boys following him seemed to be the bodyguards of this pretty boy.

Neville turned around and saw Malfoy beating Riffle.

He hugged his toad, feeling a little upset: "It's what you deserve..."

Two heads popped out of the compartment with the open door. One was a red-haired boy, and the other was Harry, whom he had met before.

"If I were you, Potter, I wouldn't get involved with people like Weasley and Longbottom. You should learn to be more respectful, otherwise you will end up like your parents."

Malfoy turned his head away again, trying to calm down and give advice.

The three Malfoys who had just gotten rid of the rat were about to leave, but were stopped by Neville's toad. Now they were blocked by the onlookers and had nowhere to go.

Harry also saw Nietzsche at the end of the carriage.

Somehow, when he heard Malfoy's "advice", the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.