Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

What he enjoyed was not Hermione's questioning attitude, but this slight confrontation, trying to explore the relationship between them.

Fxck!

His brain was really sick.

At this time, the Weasley brothers and Warrington had quietly arrived at the door of Mrs. Puddifoot's tea shop, and the magical thing was that there was a group of people at the window who came earlier than them, and they were the Hufflepuffs.

"What are you doing here?" Fred said vigilantly.

"What a coincidence, you also know Cedric's secret?" Hannah said in surprise.

"Of course...ah? Cedric?"

Volume 1: Chapter 167 Please invite the next scapegoat

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In a sense, the Gryffindor team also needs to thank Nietzsche.

If it weren't for him, Warrington would not have been able to win the title of Quidditch captain, and the Gryffindor team would not necessarily rely on Harry Potter to win, their chances of winning would be greater.

In addition, because of their father, please, George and Fred firmly defend Hermione and Nietzsche.

"Why can't you put the bug inside?" Warrington complained as he listened to the noisy sound in the radio.

A group of them squatted in the snow, almost frozen into popsicles, with snow on their shoulders and hats.

"Keep your voice down!" George said with his eyes wide open, "Those things were listed as contraband by the Ministry of Magic last time, and my father put them away... Wait, I saw them holding hands!"

His words made others rush to lie on the window sill and peek through the gap between the curtains.

In fact, it was just Hermione grabbing Nietzsche's wrist and covering the fruit basket, but in their eyes, it seemed to be some kind of representative action.

"Who started it first?" Lavender's voice squeezed out from between her teeth.

"It seems to be... Hermione..."

"Nice~" Warrington poked the others with his elbow like a victorious parrot.

If Hermione took the initiative, then Slytherin would win. In this war without gunpowder, only the active party would abandon the right to choose, which means failure.

But in fact, things went in the opposite direction of their ideas:

Although Nietzsche was the passive party with the right to choose, he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Hermione, are you angry because I study with others?" He quickly pulled back his hand and asked carefully.

"Who? Me? Impossible." Hermione took a sip of sweet flower tea and immediately changed her words, "Okay, there is a little, but I have never done this... My competition with you is you breaking the "equality"!"

But what can Nietzsche do?

Did he let Hermione, who often uses the time turner, meet Granger from the parallel universe?

The first rule of the time turner is that 'the user cannot be found in several different states at the same time', and Granger and he both knew what Hermione was doing, so the best way was to watch.

"Who is that genius?" Hermione asked.

"You can't help but go to her...

"Her? Should I warn her---we should be more cautious when we are bringing huge changes to the wizarding world. "Hermione said confidently while holding Crookshanks in a dignified manner.

What a coincidence.

At this critical moment, a potion genius who surpassed Professor Snape suddenly appeared in Hogwarts.

Unless that person was a first-year student, Hermione would have visited him long ago.

Nietzsche then found that there were always a few shadows flashing behind the curtains. He realized that someone was hiding outside, but after opening the window and taking a look, he found that there were scattered Hogwarts students walking on the road outside.

George, Warrington and others who happened to pass by also greeted him.

"I have been cautious enough. Except for classes every day, I stay in the same place for the rest of the time. "Nietzsche glared at her.

He also wanted to talk to Hermione and read some books in the library.

But since Granger revealed the secret of the time converter, he had to stay away from Hermione.

Because Hermione only turned her own time back, and Hogwarts is so small, as long as Hermione made a little mistake, maybe the two of them would bump into each other in front of Nietzsche, so it was better to be safe.

At this time, the fog dissipated a little as the window was opened.

Hermione saw two wizards hugging each other behind Nietzsche's seat... She only knew what those sucking sounds were now.

French Kiss!!

Every table of wizards in Madam Puddifoot's Tea House is a couple. Far away from Hogwarts, they took off the side they usually showed and no longer restrained the little movements between themselves and their partners.

Hermione's original dignity was swept away.

"Sorry, this place is full. "Mrs. Puddifoot said to the wizard who had just entered the door.

"It seems that we came at the wrong time... Qiu..."

Hermione recognized that it was Cedric's voice. Through the misty clouds, she could see that he and another slender witch were about to turn around and leave, so she stood up quickly and grabbed Cedric's clothes through the mist.

When she saw the figure of the person sitting next to her in the teahouse, she immediately couldn't sit still.

"I was just about to leave." Hermione took out two gold galleons and put them in the manager's hand, "The rest is a tip. "

The magic in this teahouse was very delicate. When she walked up to Cedric, she could vaguely see the facial features of the two people opposite her. The witch who was with Cedric seemed to be from Ravenclaw from her tie.

The girl with straight black hair smiled shyly and was looking at this girl.

But Hermione didn't dare to raise her head, and forcefully dragged Nietzsche out of Mrs. Puddieff's teahouse.

"I admit that I was wrong - about that genius, I guarantee you will see it." Nietzsche said helplessly.

But only after her time-turner was switched.

"No...it's okay." Hermione stood numbly at the door of the teahouse, her cheeks as hot as if she had a fever. She took a few sneak peeks before the door was fully closed, "I think we should go somewhere else to take a look. "

This is a place where only lovers come. Is this considered an apology from Nietzsche? But is this too soon?

Hermione held Crookshanks up, completely unaware of a pair of cat paws digging into her pockets.

Nietzsche finally breathed a sigh of relief after watching Hermione, who had just changed the topic like a Norwegian Ridgeback, look at the shops on the streets of Hogsmeade. When he was about to put his hand back into his pocket, he was grabbed.

It was Hermione... At this moment, she was as excited as if she had burst through the atmosphere on a rocket.

When the two were holding each other in the snow, like Apollo and Soyuz, she seemed to hear the sound of equipment in science fiction movies: 'Houston, the docking is completed, feeling good'

"Your stuff fell out."

Nietzsche quickly squatted down, hid her time turner in her sleeve, and then held Granger's time turner in her hand.

On the surface, it was just a palm-sized pocket watch. Hermione didn't say anything and just quickly put the things back.

After he walked into a magic equipment shop called 'Devis Bans' at the end of Hogsmeade, it was only when George and others returned to the window that they discovered that someone had changed.

"It's all your fault, Slytherin's Bigfoot." George threw the pot out in a playful manner, "If you weren't so loud and jumping up and down, they wouldn't have discovered that there was someone hiding here... "

"Remember to pay!" Warrington waved his fist and warned.

"That doesn't count, Hermione just held her hand." Fred said stiffly, "She hasn't confessed yet."

"Get out of the way, I said---don't block it, okay?" Ravenclaw's Fawcett pushed them away, opened the curtains a crack, and then closed the window again, "A group of laymen are here too. Compare..."

George and Fred looked at the little eagles and badgers emerging from everywhere, and they smelled the opportunity:

There’s something interesting about the big silly guy from Hufflepuff and the seeker from Ravenclaw~

Volume 1: Chapter 168 You are right, but this is the Potion Master

At the door of Honeydukes Candy House, there is a notice posted next to a wanted poster:

In order to ensure the safety of wizard residents, dementors will patrol the streets at sunset every day.

"Stupid Fudge!" Honeydukes boss Ambrosio Froom yelled after seeing the latest notice, "Okay, kids, come back on Christmas, be careful of those dementors!"

After Nietzsche paid for a jar of pineapple preserves, he threw it into the air and mixed it with other magical devices.

The only good thing about being in Hogsmeade is that he can use magic at will.

After welcoming the last batch of customers, the candy house closed its doors, but each little wizard received a free coconut ice cream as compensation.

There was no other way, the students could only curse Fudge and return to Hogwarts dejectedly. Only the Halloween dinner in the evening could make them feel better... Having said that, they still had to curse.

"Does Fudge have no one to support him?" Hermione skipped towards the school.

In fact, it stands to reason that arresting people in the wizarding world is the duty of Aurors, not those unconscious dementors.

'Non-existent' creatures will only follow primitive instincts---Dementors are the embodiment of 'fear', so since they emerge from death, they will only pursue fear, and all they have is the concept of fear.

"I hope he won't be kicked off..." Nietzsche muttered while inspecting the alchemy equipment he purchased.

Although Fudge can’t do anything practical, he’s easy to control~

Before the "Secrecy Act" was completely abolished, he did not want Secretary Fudge to be kicked out and replaced with a more difficult, tough and disciplined opponent. This would be a disaster for him.

So...come on Fudge.

After returning to Hogwarts, Nietzsche found Snape standing at the door of the hall, like a stone sculpture, unshaken by the cold wind.

"Stay for a moment~" The dean stopped him and said expressionlessly, "Mr. Holmes, since your potions have improved significantly, I think you can be of great use - help me deal with the potions. Finishing touches.”

Sorry, Nietzsche would rather leave this opportunity to Hermione.

"how is she?"

Hermione glanced at him gratefully, then puffed out her flat chest and took a small step forward.

This is one of the recognized masters of magic in the wizarding world. What you learn is what you earn. Sometimes Hermione really wishes she was a student of Slytherin... Of course, just thinking about it, she doesn't like the social environment of Slytherin.

"Are you fooled by the scented tea at Puddifoot's Tea House?" Snape took a step back, his expression as ugly as if he smelled the stench of the bathroom.

Nietzsche sighed, it seemed that he had no way to run away.

But then again, how could Dean Snape know that he had been to Madam Puddifoot's Tea House? It's only been a few days, could it be that the dean's hooked nose has become doubly sensitive?

Hermione and Nietzsche came back early, and there was still some time before the dinner.

"Professor, have you been to Hogsmeade when you were young?" After Nietzsche put his things back in the dormitory, he walked along the corridor in the basement and came to Snape's office. It was very dark inside, with only a few flames dancing on the candles.

"You are asking nonsense." When Snape stepped into the door, the stove immediately burned.

"Who did you go with?"

It's impossible to run into Madam Puddifoot's Tea House alone, right?

Although the teahouse did not explicitly stipulate that customers must come in groups, who would go to such a weird place to drink tea alone.

But Snape ignored the question and simply instructed: "Grind a moonstone into powder, add it to the potion after it turns the color of whiskey, and make sure to grind it finely."

The table was filled with various drugs used as palliatives.

"Remember, grind it into flour..."

"Crush it to pieces!"

As soon as Snape finished speaking, Nietzsche took out his wand and turned the moonstone in the bowl, which was as bright as the moon, into powder. It was so smooth that he didn't react.

"Is that the crushing spell?" The dean looked at it strangely.

"This is a study on spells, not worth mentioning." Nietzsche tapped his head with his wand and said calmly, "Power can be derived from spells, and will is to make the spell achieve the effect I understand."

This kind of power will is the creative power of life, and it is also the reason why wizards are superior.

Unfortunately, wizards seem to be more keen on using the Crushing Curse in combination with the Petrifying Curse to kill a person...

"It doesn't matter. If something goes wrong, it's Lupin's bad luck anyway." Snape didn't even check it. After seeing the potion change color, he poured it in all at once, and finally stirred it with his wand.

Seriously?

"If Professor Lupin has a disease, why does Dumbledore insist on letting him teach?"

This is not to say that he dislikes it, but a very normal idea. Whether it is to maintain the power of the "professor" or to protect the "students", Dumbledore's approach is obviously not reasonable enough.

And Snape seems to agree with this.

"Who knows? He has always been so stubborn." The juice was concentrated into a high-heeled glass over a high fire. "It's a pity that Lupin can't eat sugar in this life... No, he doesn't deserve it."

It seems that this kind of potion cannot be consumed with sugar, and the taste must be unsatisfactory.

"Is it an old disease, or..."