Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"What's wrong?"

"Your hair..." He covered his stomach and almost laughed himself to death.

Hermione raised her hand and scratched her head, only to find that her hair had swelled up due to the current. She originally had a slightly curly hairstyle, so she looked like an American nouveau riche woman.

The faint freckles under her eyelids were immediately covered by the blush.

"I... I'm going to take a bath!" She ran back to the house before she had time to enjoy the joy of being recognized by the professor.

When Hermione soaked in the bathtub in the bedroom on the second floor, the long-lost joy began to emerge in her heart. Her hair, which had been blown up, was wet and stuck to the skin of her shoulders and chest as before.

Her thighs were not so slender, but because of the summer vacation and the school's duel training, they looked particularly strong, just like the women in the French romantic portraits.

Her parents were not at home, and 'Grendel' would be entrusted for a while.

Aha~ How about letting Nietzsche live here too?

While thinking about how to convince the other party later, she used her hands to scoop up the hot water and wash off the foam on her body.

Volume 1: Chapter 142 The sequelae of the Cruciatus Curse

Nietzsche was very vigilant about the professor who suddenly moved into the Granger family, especially when the Grangers were traveling.

Although the fact that ‘Grendel’ could bring Dumbledore’s diary was enough to show the relationship between the other party and the headmaster, but... it’s always right to be more vigilant!

“If the professor has no place to live, I can understand it. After all, how can a wizard carry pounds with him, but why do you come here.” Nietzsche held the magic wand and knocked on the diary on the table, “Hurry up! Come out!”

“What are you yelling about? I am a dark lord after all!” Riddle’s blurred image appeared again at the garden gate.

“Hmm?” Nietzsche simply said, “She is upstairs now.”

Riddle, who still retains the handsomeness of his student days, immediately received the danger signal from the other party.

He was no longer so angry, but calmed down...

"How did you convince the headmaster?" Nietzsche did not directly point it out to Grindelwald, but turned his spearhead to Riddle.

In fact, the fact that Dumbledore could hand over the Horcrux to 'Grendel' was enough to show the relationship between him and the headmaster, and the other party was also the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which meant that the headmaster intended to deal with the Horcrux.

If this treatment was the death penalty, it would be fine.

But now it seems that this Horcrux is obviously 'kept' and guarded by professionals, just like a dark wizard would hand it over to the Dementors.

"Regarding this, what's important is that I now have a few common enemies with you." Riddle sat elegantly on the sofa and raised two fingers, "Pure blood and Voldemort... Let me be frank, I just want revenge."

He was very smart and knew that Nietzsche would not trust him because of the title of 'Voldemort'.

Since it was useless to explain how he persuaded Dumbledore, he simply didn't say it, but directly told his purpose and formed a temporary 'alliance' with the same purpose.

"Aren't you going to lead the purebloods to greater benefits?" Nietzsche said sarcastically.

The other party was silent for a long time, and then said with a dark face: "Dumbledore told us everything about Voldemort, including the endings of those followers... and the idiot who cut out his self-consciousness without authorization."

"That's a good reason." Nietzsche put away his wand, "Be honest here."

He didn't bother to care about Riddle's angry look, and walked to the kitchen absent-mindedly, took out a bottle of soda from the refrigerator, and leaned against the sink to drink it.

Who would have thought that the former enemy would become a teammate?

And Riddle definitely didn't convince Dumbledore by throwing a tantrum and begging for mercy and repentance. It's very simple, because he himself has the characteristics of performance, so Dumbledore will not believe it after thinking about the past.

Then he can rely on his own advantages-horcruxes.

Nietzsche has never heard of it in many books, not even in "The Most Poisonous Magic"... Judging from Voldemort's expressed intentions, this may be some important information about immortality.

'Achieve immortality by splitting the soul? 'Nietzsche looked at the small bubbles floating in the bottle and guessed in his mind.

After he drank all the wine, he opened the trash can and was about to throw away the empty bottle when he suddenly found a few herbs in it. He quickly recognized that it was valerian root, a "panacea" that is very common in potion making.

'It helps with sleep, calms down, and has anti-spasmodic properties. It is an alternative to sleeping pills. 'Nietzsche immediately turned over the annotation in his mind.

He suddenly thought of the flower scent on Hermione, so he concentrated his mind and tiptoed upstairs. The sound of running water in the bathroom covered his footsteps. He went around every room and didn't smell the strange fragrance.

Then Nietzsche, driven by something, gently pushed open Hermione's bedroom...

It was this smell. He looked at the closed window, then sat on the edge of the dark blue bed, listening to the music score of running water and singing, quietly waiting for Hermione to appear.

"Ah!" Not long after, Hermione, who was wearing short sleeves and pants, was startled as soon as she opened the door.

She first subconsciously closed the door, and then after confirming that the other person was Nietzsche, she opened the door angrily.

Water mist spread from behind Hermione, her wet hair was hung casually on her shoulders, and her exposed skin was truly white and rosy because she had just taken a bath.

"You...why did you come to my room when you had nothing to do?" She stood at the door and said hesitantly, "I want to call...the professor!"

But Nietzsche, who was focused on other things, didn't pay attention. When the water vapor filled the room, he was still in front of Min! Sniffed it hard!

He has no idea how crazy he looks in the eyes of girls now.

"It doesn't smell like..." he muttered as he moved closer to Hermione. "It doesn't smell like shower gel or soap."

At this time, his face was pinched by two hands, and his mouth was squeezed into an 'O' shape.

"What do you want to smell, hmm?"

Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously. She didn't expect that the other party was getting more and more excessive. She originally planned to find a way to let him stay here to pass the time of Professor 'Grendel', but now it seems...

Hum hum, I can’t keep it~

"Valerian, you secretly made the magic potion at home!" Nietzsche broke free from her hand easily.

After all, Hermione didn't use any force.

"Is that why?" Hermione put her left hand on her hips and held his ear with her right hand and growled, "You ran into my bedroom without my permission. If you dare to be dishonest, I will let you experience Riddle." Feelings!”

"In addition to the Forgetting Potion, which requires a large amount of valerian, it is the Dreamless Sleeping Potion."

Hermione's voice, which had just been raised, immediately stopped.

She was suddenly upset that she had forgotten to dispose of the kitchen garbage after getting up today, and all her thoughts were focused on the French friend who was sent over by Dumbledore yesterday.

"Is it possible that it belongs to Professor Glendale? Old people like him usually need some sleeping water." She added.

"Come on, wizards who dare to carry Voldemort's Horcrux must keep their minds clear. How can they fall asleep through the Dreamless Sleeping Potion." Nietzsche said seriously, "Before you take a shower, is the fragrance on your body lavender or mugwort?"

Or maybe the two scents are mixed together.

It smelled really weird, and his nose wasn't sensitive enough to distinguish the mixed smells.

Seeing Hermione's momentum gradually weakening, Nietzsche began to press forward step by step: "Do your parents know about this?"

"Of course they don't..." Hermione covered her mouth.

"It seems that you are indeed drinking Dreamless Sleeping Potion." Nietzsche felt a headache from this. "Don't tell me, you have been drinking it for more than a year."

Hermione said nothing, just stared at the floor, her mouth set into a thin line.

Then he put on his smiling face again, pushed Nietzsche away lightly, opened his arms, and lay straight on the soft bed. With the evidence solid, he was powerless no matter how much he refuted, so he simply felt relieved.

"The healers at St. Mungo's prescribed it," she said softly.

"How serious..." said Nietzsche.

Hermione did not give a direct answer: "Dumbledore said that few people can survive Voldemort's torture for ten seconds, but I have no regrets. Everything I experienced was my own choice."

She had to restrain herself and suppress herself.

Her willpower will be even stronger than that of the Longbottoms.

Nietzsche thought for a while and decided one thing in his mind - he planned to stay with Granger for a few days.

Who knows what might happen to the old wizard and Riddle.

Volume One: Chapter 143: Brief ‘Cohabitation’

Nietzsche ultimately stayed.

Although Hermione felt that he was making a fuss about some things, she was still very happy... Who doesn't want to be cared about by people other than parents?

For Nietzsche, the only drawback was that he could only sleep on the sofa.

At night, he wrapped himself in a blanket and slept in the living room with Professor Grendel, but neither of them could fall asleep - Grindelwald was not used to this kind of comfort, and Nietzsche was thinking about Granger.

So the two pulled Riddle out to chat while he didn't need to sleep.

"What is the effect of the Cruciatus Curse on the target?" Nietzsche looked at the dark ceiling and asked in a commanding tone.

Since black magic can be called a 'shortcut', it must have its own uniqueness, so he planned to let the young Voldemort say something useful.

When it comes to the Unforgivable Curse, of course we have to ask Voldemort, who started with the Killing Curse.

"Pain that cannot be replaced." When asked, Riddle acted like a teacher and looked much more serious. "The Cruciatus Curse is not only a bone-chilling pain all over the body, the most important thing is that it can keep people awake mentally." "

Nietzsche knew this, having seen wizards go crazy at St. Mungo's Hospital.

"I mean, is there no complete treatment? For example, for damage to the nervous system, or..."

Riddle interrupted him: "What will happen if a person experiences a miserable life from beginning to end?"

The tone sounded very sad.

"It will be full of nothingness and negativity." Nietzsche thought for a moment and said seriously, "It will be like a pendulum, forever swinging between pain and numbness."

If you can't even 'deceive yourself', then people who have no hope will never know the taste of hope, and every recall of memories will only make people more painful.

Riddle snapped his fingers, looking satisfied with the answer.

"This is the key point of the Cruciatus Curse. It is about the spirit, not the actual damage to the nerves." Riddle said confidently, "It will magnify a person's most horrible things... Come to think of it, I have always wanted to make a similar poison."

The pain on the material level will not only not make people exhausted, but will also be clearly engraved in the mind.

Coupled with those terrifying things that are infinitely magnified and engraved on the bones, they will echo in the mind of the cursed over and over again, and every time they close their eyes, they will be the most horrible thing.

This is why the Cruciatus Curse was returned to the Unforgivable Curse.

Grindelwald on the side suddenly said: "The spirit is the most abundant treasure of wizards. We don't need to think about 'why it comes true' like Muggles, we just need to believe that 'it can come true'."

It is a gift from God, but also a curse.

"And those wizards who have been tortured are prone to not distinguishing between reality and dreams, and the spirit will keep all those unforgettable feelings."

Grindelwald's words made Nietzsche sigh.

The latter pulled the blanket tighter and turned his head. His gray-blue eyes stared at Riddle in the moonlight, making him a little nervous. Don't forget that Granger's dreamless sleeping potion was his credit.

"That was Voldemort's doing, but it has nothing to do with me, a fifth-year student." Riddle denied.

"But what about those Muggle wizards? Ginny? Myrtle?"

"Okay. I admit it... but I have always been doing this for the task that Salazar didn't complete!" He laughed a few times and lowered his posture with grief and indignation. "I am his descendant, so I naturally have this obligation, right?"

As for whether Salazar Slytherin's own wishes were tampered with, he didn't know.

Riddle looked like a poor guy who wanted to find a sense of existence among pure bloods, but the other party ignored him and just used this matter to emphasize that the account had not been settled.

Nietzsche thought: Maybe this year, Hermione should take a break.

Sitting behind the scenes of a magic car company is much easier than the swords and swords outside, isn't it?

Grindelwald had heard some things about Hermione Granger from Dumbledore, and after today's contact and understanding, he felt a little pity---Granger should have performed better.

"She is a good child... If her willpower can be transferred to spells, she may surpass Voldemort."

"Maybe." Nietzsche covered his face in Granger's blanket and said dully, "Maybe she will inherit some professors, after all, she is a Gryffindor who loves to study."

At this point, Grindelwald's sleepiness was dispelled.

Yes, he lost to Dumbledore all his life, why can't he save some face before dying?

It's not enough to save it, he also wants to be disgusting, such as... taking Dumbledore's most beloved student into his own hands, and then surpassing the wizard who likes to use magical animals to play tricks.

"Yes, she is very suitable for my Defense Against the Dark Arts." Grindelwald said shamelessly.

Nietzsche: ? ? ?

Is there a possibility that he was talking about Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick, and what does it have to do with you, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who changes once a year...

But no matter what, Grindelwald has changed a lot for the better.

Maybe he really thinks Hermione is a good seedling. In the following days, he always talks about things that are not in the "Defense Against the Dark Arts Guide", and explains the knowledge beyond the scope very thoroughly and easily.

Even Hermione, who was very dissatisfied with his behavior, had to admire the clear logic of his speech.

'How can it not be amazing? After all, he is the Dark Lord who launched the First World Wizarding War. 'Riddle complained in his heart.