Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Wizards are like house-elves bound by rules. Most of them can only endure the suffering silently and can never change.

Nietzsche came to the Slytherin common room with painful thoughts.

Because the celebration was about to begin, there was no one here and the place was empty, so he walked to Draco's bedroom, where only Dobby was left rummaging through the drawers.

"Sir, what's the matter?" Dobby heard the noise as the door was opened a crack.

"You did a great job." Nietzsche opened his mouth and could only squeeze out these words.

what is this?

He could try his best to win victory for his classmates and make Malfoy pay the price; he could write a book for the reputation of Slytherin... Now, only Dobby is left.

"Yes, we won, just like Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord." It nodded simply and said, "Dobby will always remember this honor, but now Dobby has to start working again."

It's like an old horse that has been whipped.

Working tirelessly, without even thinking of hating, like a lifeless machine that only knows how to work.

"I mean...is there anything you want?"

Dobby put a school robe into the box and looked at the boy he admired in surprise.

"Want it? Dobby has experienced far more horrible things than this. Those Death Eaters gathered at the master's house and took pleasure in torturing Dobby... Sir, being able to thwart the Dark Lord once again is enough to make Dobby happy."

"Dobby firmly believes that Mr. Holmes will become a great wizard like Harry Potter!"

In the slave's cognition, the only great man he knew was Harry, and now he even compared Nietzsche with the greatest man in his heart.

This kind of respect from the heart made Nietzsche feel the greatness of life.

"Have you ever thought of looking for somewhere else?" he said, leaning against the desk.

"Dobby can't leave." The elf blew his nose. He was a little puzzled by Nietzsche's respect. "A house elf can only leave its previous address if it is given new clothes by its master."

Hearing this, Nietzsche looked thoughtfully at Dobby who continued to work.

He took a green scarf from the messy beds and hid it... Nietzsche could see the helplessness of the house-elves, because such regulations had almost become a law.

Although he didn't know what the house-elf would experience if he resigned on his own initiative, at least he got it.

If a slave like this, which was allowed by the Ministry of Magic, was killed, no one would say anything, let alone fine him. The farmers across the sea would call it extreme.

But Dobby didn't notice that a school uniform scarf was missing. Maybe the Malfoys had too many clothes.

"Goodbye then, sir." Dobby made the box float and ran out.

After hearing the footsteps going away, Nietzsche made many expressions in front of the mirror in the lounge, then his face turned cold and he quickly chased after them. He crossed the basement corridor and walked quickly towards the hall.

Just as Dobby was about to take Lucius away in the courtyard, he stopped.

"Don't leave Malfoy's things here!" Nietzsche deliberately acted with disdain, as if he came here specifically to humiliate the other party, and attracted many passing students.

He threw the object with great force, hitting Lucius in the face.

Malfoy looked at the other person's expression and immediately understood what was going on: this Mudblood must have felt that Dumbledore's handling of the matter was not tough enough and was too gentle, so he was dissatisfied and used this as a way to vent his emotions.

Mr. Malfoy threw it to Dobby impatiently, looked angrily at the malicious onlookers, and then looked at Nietzsche.

"You should learn more from Headmaster Dumbledore. If you are always so impatient, you will suffer sooner or later. At least now is not your time." He chuckled, "Let's go, Dobby, Draco is still waiting at the school gate..."

But Dobby held up the green scarf as if it were a treasure, with tears glistening in his eyes.

"The master gave Dobby a scarf! The master gave Dobby freedom!" it screamed.

"What? No! That's Draco's scarf, I didn't give it to you... I gave it to you, but I asked you to put it away!" Lucius raised his foot and wanted to kick it to teach this stupid servant a lesson.

But then something happened.

Many students passing by were standing at the gate. They saw Dobby simply flick his slender index finger, and Lucius flew backwards as if hit by a Bludger and fell into the fountain pool.

When Lucius got up, he no longer had that aristocratic air - he was soaked to the skin, and his disheveled head was covered with a few pieces of duckweed and fallen leaves.

"You have no right to do that to me again, no! Dobby is a free elf now!"

"You...you ungrateful thing." Lucius took out his wand and pointed it at Nietzsche angrily. "I didn't expect that the slave who served my father would do this!"

A wizard pulling out his wand and placing it on the street is like a Muggle pulling out a gun.

This action made everyone's face darken.

"Malfoy! We will never forget what you have done to this school!" Cedric pointed his wand at him as well.

Under his leadership, two, five, and slowly dozens of students came... All the students crowded around Nietzsche, pointing their wands at Lucius Malfoy, who even saw Slytherin students among them.

When he saw Nietzsche with his hands in his pockets and smiling, that familiar fear filled Malfoy's heart again.

'No, this is impossible---' He didn't dare to think too much, and quickly picked up his luggage and disappeared into the yard.

Volume 1: Chapter Summary

OK~Everyone, please look here!

Here are the answers to some previous questions and, of course, the fox’s explanation.

Some readers may think that Dumbledore is a bit OOC, but in fact, Dumbledore is indeed very conservative in his old age. His only attention is on Voldemort. Even from the fact that Harry Potter did not kill Draco in the later period, we can see the shadow of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, after experiencing Voldemort, the biggest change in his attitude towards people was to give everyone a chance to change.

As for Draco - the fox uses him to show the differences between the protagonist and Dumbledore.

And Lockhart - like Malfoy, of course, is used to show the difference between him and Hermione.

Regarding the reader group... Hey, I haven't had this idea recently. When Fox wants to write a sequel that cannot be reviewed one day, I will send it to the book friends group in the next chapter-end summary.

Well, the main storyline of the Chamber of Secrets has come to an end. The next part is about the protagonist Lalohart joining the gang and officially entering the magic world.

(What? Eunuch? The fox is still waiting to eat the full attendance, what eunuch? As long as you guys can read for one day, I will write for one day.

PS: Try not to end it badly. )

Volume 1: Chapter 129: Dumbledore Wants to Retire

"I don't understand. You obviously wanted to fire him."

In the headmaster's office, many headmasters expressed their dissatisfaction based on the decision of Malfoy and others. The loudest one was Headmaster Armando Dippet, who glared at Dumbledore with a puff of his beard.

More than fifty years ago, when the secret room was opened, Armando was in office.

"To be honest, this is a bit redundant..." Everard was silent for a moment, then ran to the Ministry of Magic.

"Why are you mute? Speak up, old man." Principal Delis taunted Phineas Black, "This is all caused by you pure-bloods."

Even though he was ridiculed in front of his face, Principal Black couldn't say anything. He just crossed his arms, sat in the chair with his head down, and pretended not to hear anything.

But in response to the headmasters' collective attack, Dumbledore calmly took over the conversation.

"Draco is just a poor guy who obeys his elders. He doesn't even know who he is helping." He put the diary in the drawer. "Compared to this, I am more worried about Nietzsche Holmes."

"Aha! You admit it." Phineas suddenly changed the subject, diverting the anger away from himself, "You just don't like Slytherin!"

Why worry about Nietzsche? He was the one who took care of this.

So Dumbledore has no good intentions, this old man with a crooked nose is specifically targeting Slytherin!

"You see, this is what I am most worried about. Now everyone's attention is on him. His influence in the school far exceeds that of Tom. Believe me, I am too familiar with the gratitude in the students' eyes..."

The principal sighed to himself, looking a little sad.

Fawkes, who had been warming himself by the fire, raised his head and chirped like a song. Perhaps he had sensed Dumbledore's mood, for he immediately flapped his wings and flew onto his arm.

The old man stroked the red feathers of the phoenix that were as dazzling as flames, but from the perspective of others, this scene seemed even more lonely.

"Riddle accepted the goodwill of those families in Slytherin and thought he was one of them. The most important thing is that the pure blood hated Muggles as much as he did."

"He needs pure blood to build momentum for himself. When Riddle became the head of the student union, Slytherin almost became his one-man show."

Speaking of this, Principal Phyllida Spohr, author of "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi", was very confused.

"Then how come Holmes is superior to Voldemort?" she asked.

"The biggest difference between Cornerstone and Nietzsche is the means and objects of his wooing. It is undeniable that if I were to go back to my youth, I would still choose Nietzsche because he knows how to distribute benefits and honors."

The foundation of the wizarding world does not consist of a small group of people at the top.

Especially in the wizarding world that had experienced the Great Magic War and the World Magic War, pure-bloods were pitifully rare. Nietzsche rationally used everything that happened around him to tip the balance in his favor.

It's like... Dumbledore couldn't tell.

That was an amazing thing—Nietzsche seemed to see through what was happening, and even if he could not change the direction of events, he could change the outcome.

For example, a fruit tree is planted in the ground. Sooner or later, it will bear fruit, but Nietzsche will buy it in advance, and the result will naturally be his.

"Isn't that good?" Phineas muttered, "You keep saying that Voldemort will come back sooner or later anyway. What's wrong with someone who can take on the responsibility and is even better than Harry Potter?"

Dumbledore asked himself, what's wrong with Nietzsche?

Of course that's good, at least there is no problem now, but the most critical thing is a person's philosophy. Dumbledore always felt that Nietzsche's views on wizards were a bit strange.

He couldn't figure it out...to be more precise, he was not good at it.

"Alas! I'm about to retire, but there's more work to do every year." Dumbledore felt a little tired.

"What? You want to retire?" Armando said with a cheerful smile, "Then what do you think of that girl, the Gryffindor student... I think she is neither humble nor overbearing, and she is quite stylish."

The headmasters couldn't help laughing when they thought of how Granger targeted Riddle.

"Perhaps." Dumbledore blinked, not wanting to disrupt the headmasters' amusement.

It seemed that he had been busy making amends all his life. Now he was cautious in everything he did. He had to worry about Harry's growth and take care of the students' unwillingness to be ordinary. It was inevitable that he would make too many speculations.

Hermione Granger wasn't an ordinary kid either, but at least she tried to understand him.

"Forget it, forget it, let's go see him during the holidays this year---" Dumbledore could only give up.

Since he is not good at this kind of thing, we can only ask another person to evaluate it~

However, when Dumbledore was thinking about going out for a trip, Nietzsche was already having a great time at the celebration... It was not the first time that Hogwarts held such a banquet, but as for the atmosphere, you have to look at today.

Because the banquet after killing the basilisk lasted until the early morning!

That’s right, early morning! Everyone can go swimming tonight!!

This made Filch very angry. He kept saying to the professors: "How can this be... This... This is all messed up."

But Professor McGonagall didn't take it seriously at all. As she pulled him out, she said, "Well, Argus, you can take a break tonight. They have been holding back for so long, they should have a good vent."

The witches even returned to the lounge, changed into their pajamas, and then ran back to continue the fun.

"Oh~ What a pity Colin won't wake up until next month." Theodore put two donuts in front of his eyes, using them as binoculars, and was sighing at the beauty of life. "I declare Ravenclaw one point."

"Only one point?" Ernie swallowed his dry throat.

Ravenclaw witches were the most numerous, and those thin pajamas made their figures more distinct.

Nietzsche didn't escape either. He was pushed to the side of Hermione and just raised his head embarrassedly, looking at the ceiling and the candles hanging in the air. He just wanted to drink some butterbeer, but the cup was taken away by someone.

"You actually killed a basilisk!" Cedric clapped his hands hard, turning his palms red.

The point is that a Slytherin killed the basilisk raised by the founder of Slytherin, and this kind of significance is what they care about.

This further proves that Nietzsche is not a traditional Slytherin.

"Pay attention, I'm not the only one." Nietzsche habitually put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and said to them, "Look here, friends... Weren't Salazar and Godric friends in the past?"

Hermione was about to escape, but was pulled back again. Her face was red, but she was smiling happier than anyone else.

Now that Draco Malfoy has returned home, the remaining group of people will naturally remain silent. She saw that the four colleges have truly stood together.

At this moment, Hermione felt that everything she had suffered before was worth it.

Surrounded by her classmates, she saw the needs of these people - they needed her and Nietzsche, and in turn, she also needed them. Without support, what could she and Nietzsche do alone?

Hermione quickly got used to facing so much attention.

"Do you think it was just a basilisk that died?" she cleared her throat and said loudly.

Everyone was quiet, they were all listening to Hermione's speech, and no one laughed at the girl's unkempt curly hair.

"No, what also died was those people's obsession with bloodline! The distortion of Salazar Slytherin! Today, at the moment when Harry Potter inserted the sword into the basilisk's head, everything ended!"

At least the boundaries deliberately drawn by some Slytherins were erased.

If Nietzsche was the spear and shield that made them feel at ease, then Hermione was the inspiring battle flag.