Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Is this some new demulcent?" he asked curiously.

But the strange thing is that the liquid grass needs to be picked during the non-full moon period, and the aconite is also an antidote material, and the morning dew is an ingredient of the beauty potion. Such a combination is somewhat nondescript.

Beauty and healing, are they meant to treat disfigurement?

"Humph, yes." Snape's face was full of malice, "This is a very important palliative. Make no mistake, if Lupine is captured one day, you have to bear this responsibility. "

"...."

Nietzsche knew that Snape had no good intentions.

"Capture him?" He rolled his eyes and asked reluctantly.

"Oh~ By the way, it seems that you don't know that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has a brain problem." The professor gloated, "If you don't take medicine, you will go crazy. Then you will count on the new old guy to come." Please help."

Although he didn't know who Dumbledore's old friend was, it didn't stop him from being sarcastic.

As long as he is related to Lu Ping, he will not let go.

Alas, life is so bitter. It is better to entrust the Weasley twins to purchase these herbs in Hogsmeade Village. The remaining morning dew and herbs that need to be picked at a specific time can only be relied on by himself.

So, there really aren’t any normal professors in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

It was either Voldemort's vessel or a liar, and now there was a wizard who was suspected of being mentally ill. He couldn't even think about who he would be in the future.

Next, he is going to study alchemy.

This class can be said to be the focus of Nietzsche. When he looked at the introduction to alchemy, it said the International Pioneering Gold Award with Principal Dumbledore's name underneath.

"Each alchemy item will be poured into a wizard's lifelong efforts. Even Muggles and squibs can feel the beauty of magic from alchemy items." The professor described what alchemy is in an old-fashioned manner on the podium.

This is why Nietzsche was so drawn to this course.

In the field of alchemy, mass production can be achieved as long as there is a suitable method, and this technology is what Nietzsche needs to master.

Alchemy is not very famous here at Hogwarts. Only Egypt's alchemy is world-famous, and the greatest alchemy research center is also in Cairo.

However, these foundations were enough for Nietzsche to solve the current problem, and he recorded the contents excitedly.

The only drawback is that the elective course professors are very busy. When get out of class time comes, they will rush to the next class, and Nietzsche can only hide his questions in his notebook.

Just as he was coming out of the classroom and heading into the hall, Crookshanks ran over.

"Can't you settle down, huh?" Nietzsche was hit by it and his chest felt tight. If Theodore hadn't been behind him, he might have fallen to the ground.

"Meow!"

Crookshanks held a fish cracker in his mouth and looked at him with his head tilted.

"Don't rub it on me!" Nietzsche moved his head and said with a look of disgust.

He didn't know where Crookshanks went to look for food. Looking at his posture, some little witch thought it was pitiful and rewarded him with some snacks... which was also a good thing. At least he didn't have to worry about Crookshanks. Being starved.

But Crookshanks just kept looking back. In the direction he came were the marble stairs, which were crowded with students who had just finished class.

Nietzsche didn't think too much and just carried the heavy Persian cat down.

From time to time, he would mutter a few words: "Eat less greasy food. I'm lazy and don't want to exercise. If I can't hold you anymore, you'll have to spend the night in the Forbidden Forest yourself. Don't even think about climbing into my bed..."

But suddenly, a pile of books hit his head accurately.

It seemed like a divine punishment from God for blaming the cat.

Yes, it's very accurate... because there is a moving staircase above the marble staircase, and what's even more unfortunate is that there is also a "Yokai Book of Monsters" in it.

Fortunately, the book was still tied up and could only bounce around on his head.

Crookshanks roared at the "Monster Book of Monsters" above his head, then jumped out of Nietzsche's arms, bit the book and ran out of the hall, as if he wanted to disturb his interest with this book. Book fight to the death.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" A familiar panicked voice came from above, "My schoolbag just broke..."

It was Hermione. She was using the Flying Charm to sort out all the books scattered on the ground. Her face was covered with sweat. Her left arm was still holding her schoolbag. She was lying on the railing and looking down to see if she had hit anyone.

She was unlucky---she did hit someone.

But she was also lucky---it happened to be Nietzsche who was hit.

He was looking at Hermione with a dark look on his face, and the other person could only smile sheepishly and stick out his tongue playfully.

"Can you help me make a elixir of good fortune?" Nietzsche covered his head and looked pitiful. "What the hell, I've been having bad luck since I woke up in the morning!!"

Hermione held her broken schoolbag with her left arm and found that there was a tear at the bottom.

"The quality is too bad, don't worry, I will help you complain about this brand...Okay, okay, I didn't mean it, but if you can become a little stupid because of this..."

Although she said so, she still pretended to touch the top of his head.

The best way to deal with Nietzsche is to be like a cat, stroking his hair. As long as you cooperate with him as much as you can, everything will be solved.

But this scene seemed to some young wizards with very poor entertainment lives, and the corners of their mouths turned up unconsciously, just watching Hermione rub Nietzsche's head, and there was a cat between the two of them.

Their hearts softened.

"Oh~~"

But some people are happy, and some people are not happy---the law of conservation of smile.

"I don't even have the money to buy a new school bag... tsk tsk." Malfoy hid in the middle of the crowd. He was almost hit by it just now. "The things made by Muggles are special, especially bad!"

Without giving Hermione a chance to talk back, like a victorious rooster, she shook the shoulder straps of her backpack and squeezed into the crowd triumphantly.

Just kidding, if you don’t leave yet, what if these two people hit you with something?

"Maybe I installed too many books. There are two books for each subject, and the ones in the library..." Hermione counted about a dozen books and said tiredly, "You are lucky. Fortunately, I learned the crystal about divination." The ball has dropped in the classroom.”

Nietzsche glanced at her but said nothing.

It's more than four meters high. If it were a crystal ball, someone would be designated to lie here today.

"Where's another book?" Hermione said anxiously, "I have Magical Zoology at two in the afternoon!"

Nietzsche looked at the door sadly and said: "I was just bitten by Crookshanks. If you are lucky, you can still repair it, but at least you don't have to worry about being bitten."

"Why didn't you stop it! Crookshanks will grind his teeth with it!"

Hermione stamped her feet, thrust her schoolbag into Nietzsche's hand, and hurried after him.

If the torn monster book is repaired with the repair spell, then it should be the same as an ordinary book, right?

Hermione could only think of the better.

But... was her backpack really torn into pieces because it couldn't bear the pressure? Nietzsche picked up the damaged schoolbag from the ground and touched it. It was unlikely that the canvas material would be torn.

‘The tear is not a stitch. ’ Nietzsche checked it out.

It's not like Hermione did this on purpose, right?

What bad luck.

Volume 1: Leave Notice and Suggestions

(Fox recommends skipping to the third part of the plot, because this section is a bit boring and procrastinating. Readers who don't like it can jump directly to the fourth part of the Goblet of Fire plot QWQ)

Europeans have a busy schedule these days, so I took a day off today... Hey, I originally thought I would take a day off on the day of the WBG match on the 11th.

In addition, there are a lot of things, big and small, recently, including the follow-up chapters, and I don’t know how much I can write. Fox, let’s speed up the progress of the main story.

What? Ten thousand per day? I want it too! !

Volume One: Chapter 155 ‘The Prophecy’ Comes True

Afterwards, Hermione was even less interested in the potions class at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Nietzsche helped her put the textbook up in front of her face, thinking that this must be the first time that the other party dozed off in Potions class...Hermione's energy looked like she had stayed up all night, and she had stayed up all night. The kind of eyes.

"Moonstone is a powerful demulcent..." Snape stood on the podium, explaining the new potion knowledge.

But Hermione wouldn't listen at all.

No, she wanted to hear it, but her brain didn't allow it. What's even worse was that Nietzsche was kind enough to block her head with a book. Just hearing Snape's plain voice, she just felt more Sleepy.

"Ah~~" The girl squinted her eyes, lay on the table and let out a long yawn.

But it wasn't just her, the entire Potions classroom was filled with a lifeless smell.

All the Gryffindors frowned, and more importantly, Nietzsche did not see Draco Malfoy's shadow. This was strange - generally speaking, if Malfoy was not present, the lions should will be happier.

And this kind of atmosphere in class obviously could not satisfy Snape.

"I said, there is one student missing from the classroom for no reason." He knocked on the blackboard and yelled at the students, "Theodore Nott, you have been snickering since the beginning of class, thinking that I can't hear you. ?"

This lukewarm question made Theodore startled and he immediately covered his mouth.

Maybe another professor would have allowed the first class of the semester to be a little more relaxed, but not Snape. He would require his students to be as rigorous as himself, and there would be no room for mistakes.

"I don't know what you saw in your last elective class, but remember, don't bring other emotions here." Snape glanced at Harry.

But there are always people who can’t sit still.

And Nietzsche soon found out how Draco dared not come to Potions class...

Pansy Parkinson, who had an ambiguous relationship with Malfoy, slowly raised her hand, and when the professor nodded impatiently, he said, "Draco was sent to the school infirmary for the Magical Creatures class."

"Ha, that silly professor...I probably understand." Snape sarcastically said, "This is the importance of elective courses. You should learn from Mr. Holmes."

"It has nothing to do with Hagrid, it's him who wants to provoke the Hippogriff!" Harry said angrily.

"Five points from Gryffindor." The professor seized this opportunity and vented his dissatisfaction with the state of the students well, "Potter, I heard from the vice-principal, I don't know if you will die. , but your results will definitely be.”

Nietzsche shrugged, not surprised that Draco came to the school infirmary.

Compared to these, he was more worried about Hermione's mental state---it was only the first day of school, and she was already not human, not to mention that she had some hidden diseases.

After the potion class, Hermione, who was half asleep, was pushed by Nietzsche's elbow and suddenly jumped up from the table.

"Professor!" She said in panic.

"The get out of class is over." Nietzsche looked at her frightened look and laughed at her, "Also, remember to wipe your mouth, don't let your saliva flow into the crucible under the table."

Hermione turned her back subconsciously and raised her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth.

But in fact, there was no saliva. After realizing that she was deceived, she licked her dry lips with her tongue in anger, and then grabbed Nietzsche's sleeve and wiped it.

The two of them seemed to be in a hostile relationship at all times.

During dinner, the lively environment in the hall made Hermione sober up a lot. The first thing she did was to take out the course schedule and give her four elective courses a ‘grade’:

“Arithmetic Divination, the professor’s math is pretty good.”

“Muggle Studies, even more boring than History of Magic, but at least I know how wizards view Muggles…”

Here comes Nietzsche, while scooping meat sauce on the stew, listening to Hermione’s evaluation.

The tone is very much like an official from the Ministry of Education who came to inspect the school, but what really makes Nietzsche curious is Divination – after all, Hermione is still interested in ‘prophecy’.

“None of them sound pretty good…”

“No, except Divination!” Hermione said coldly with a droopy face, “In fact, it’s not like what Professor Grendel said – and – it’s very boring, so boring that it reminds me of the days when Lockhart was a professor.”

When Nietzsche mentioned this person, he had a picture in his mind.

She must be one of the outstanding graduates of Ravenclaw in a certain year...

Sitting next to Hermione was Lavender, who was also a student who took Divination. She was holding a large spoonful of fried pork loin with jam, gesturing at the two of them with her hands and feet, and making noises.

After Lavender finally swallowed the food, she could hear her say, "Because Professor Trelawney divined a skull tied to a cross for her."

"What does that mean?" Nietzsche asked.

"Nothing!" Hermione wanted to stop her roommate and said unhappily, "It's just an abstract interpretation of a pile of tea leaves, not a prediction of the future at all!"

But Lavender had already opened "Seeing the Future Through the Mist" and started flipping through it.

Finally, I saw the notes on pages 5 and 6: The skull means that the road ahead is dangerous, and the cross means suffering.

To put it together, your road ahead is made up of suffering, and it is accompanied by considerable life-threatening dangers.

"Extremely boring." Hermione looked at Nietzsche who was in deep thought, and added, "She also predicted the death of Harry Potter... But Professor McGonagall said she plays a trick every year. Last year it was George Weasley."

"No, it was Fred. George said Trelawney got them mixed up." Lavender corrected nervously.

Nietzsche suddenly realized.

She predicted, but not completely - she only said that Hermione would experience hardships, but this kind of thing can't be regarded as a real prediction. After all, who would have smooth sailing, and Hermione had already experienced greater hardships.