Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Standing in the shadow, Granger seemed to have thought of something, frowning and thinking about something.

But Nietzsche looked at the appearance of this group of people and was puzzled - they were just going to a wizard village. Is it necessary to mobilize such a large number of troops? It was as if they were mobilizing for war.

But...it's not bad either!

At least that's what Warrington thinks.

"What did those two big mouths George and Fred say to you again?" Nietzsche narrowed his eyes, and he felt something was wrong for a moment.

"Nothing! Nietzsche." Warrington put away his smile, walked up to him pretending to be serious, and patted his shoulder, "You just need to know that we are always behind you... Okay, actually I did it Galleon’s note.”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he knew it was an old gambler.

The other Slytherin players also stepped forward, as if attaching medals to soldiers who died heroically, some patted their shoulders, and some beat Nietzsche's chest.

Everyone is a riddler, speaking only half of the words.

They laughed across the common room and, before Nietzsche lost his temper, hid in Warrington's dormitory.

"About Hogsmeade...well...these places are really good." The sofa next to me suddenly sank in. "It's very suitable for you. It's really, really beautiful."

This was still the Slytherin lounge, and Granger was worried that other people would pass by, so he didn't bother to cancel the Disillusionment Curse.

"Have you been there?" Nietzsche regretted it as soon as he said it.

What do you mean, Granger must have been there.

"Ah... George, Fred, they still look so out of place." She sighed and ignored Nietzsche's words.

Just from her tone of voice, she seemed to be holding back a laugh.

Nietzsche always felt that these people had some bad intentions, but it was better to have someone to guide him than no one. When he was about to seek some comfort from his little cat, he found that it had disappeared long ago.

And all the credit for creating this absurdity goes to Weasley.

"We're going to lose those Slytherin guys even to their pants!" In the Gryffindor lounge, two people were stepping on the table and howling, "We missed Percy, but we won't miss him again. the second time."

George and Fred looked at the dozens of pairs of hands raised above their heads. No, those were not hands, but walking money.

"How did it happen?" Colin didn't want to miss the excitement.

"The red side wins---passive, the green side wins---active." George lowered his voice and said.

Colin hesitated. He turned his head and looked at Hermione in the study area. After thinking about Nietzsche's identity and help, he weakly raised a finger.

"Can I choose the middle?"

"Where is the 'middle' option?!" Fred laughed.

"Of course, what if nothing happens to them?" Colin mustered up the courage and retorted righteously, "I'll place this bet... for you, it's one silver gram!"

George and Fred looked at each other, and suddenly thought that this was not impossible.

But this chance is too small, especially with Lavender's help, it is impossible for it to end so hastily.

"No problem, you pay, you have the final say!"

The two of them stretched out their hands at the same time, closing their palms up and down to cover the shining silver coin.

Hermione didn't know what was happening here. She was being pulled by Lavender and Ginny to sit by a window, but the shouts and cheers there were too loud.

"Are George and Fred placing bets again?" Her attention had to be distracted.

But Ginny rolled her eyes, her face was not red, and she said without a heartbeat: "The Quidditch match is going to start soon. I'm probably betting on whether Slytherin will win or Gryffindor. They like to do it." These things."

That's true, it's just not betting on Quidditch...

Ginny had changed a lot. Since Riddle's control disappeared, her personality was as fiery as her bright hair, but for Hermione, she was more grateful and a little bit in awe.

After all, in Gryffindor, who wouldn't want to be like Hermione and have the ability to command the lions.

"Let's try this. This is the wizard's latest potion. It can cover the dark circles under your eyes." Lavender opened his small box and poured out various bottles and jars.

Hermione had never used these before, and she instinctively felt some rejection.

Until...until Ginny took out the small mirror she carried with her.

God save the Queen! What kind of head was that? Hermione's originally fluffy hair was now as twisted and spiritless as Godric's Hollow, and her half-closed eyes made her look a little older.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a rapid scream.

"This is your first time going out. To be honest, when was the last time you washed your face?" Lavender said sarcastically.

"Yesterday? The day before yesterday? Last week?" Hermione closed her eyes and opened the mirror.

"Last week, every time you came back to the dormitory, drank the potion and fell asleep, maybe you wouldn't notice that you had gained weight... maybe... um, about five pounds? You are already fifteen years old Now, you have to learn to do something!”

Hermione pinched her face in disbelief.

When she stood up and wanted to escape back to the bathroom, she found that this ordinary movement was so laborious that she fell back on the stool as soon as she stood up, until she stood up suddenly and made a sound when her belly hit the table. scream.

Okay, it's not that she really gained weight...

It turned out that Crookshanks had climbed onto her thighs at some point.

"Meow?!"

Hermione looked at its persimmon-like face and suddenly thought of Nietzsche's ridicule, which made her even more unhappy.

"No problem." She looked at Ginny and Lavender's eagerness to try, took a few deep breaths, and then made up her mind, "Anyway, there's nothing wrong, but your things better really work."

Professor 'Grendel' said that she needed to indulge herself and break through herself.

Then she will attack in the best form!

Lavender and Ginny smiled at each other, and a war without gunpowder began.

Volume 1: Chapter 166 The Potential of Cats

On the morning before Halloween, Nietzsche suddenly panicked for no reason.

Today is the day to visit Hogsmeade Village. Even Draco, who often has a gloomy face, is holding hands with Pansy and talking and laughing.

"Seamus... Cedric... Next!" Walking into the hall, the castle manager Filch was holding Mrs. Norris and carrying a scroll that was dragged on the ground. Everyone needed to be checked by him.

The long line at the door stretched all the way to the second floor.

Every once in a while, there would be a few cheers in the courtyard at the door. Those were the students who successfully passed the test.

Harry Potter stood at the edge of the long line, accompanying Ron and Neville. He followed the whole line and moved little by little until his friend came to Filch, and then walked back dejectedly.

"You can't go?" Nietzsche, who was at the end of the line, greeted Harry on his way back to Gryffindor Tower.

"The Dursleys didn't sign for me... Haha, they almost tore up the list after hearing about the 'wizard gathering place'." Harry smiled bitterly and waved his hand pretending to be calm, "Oh, by the way, I support Gryffindor."

"Support... huh?"

"Nothing, just the Quidditch team." Harry cleared his throat and quickened his pace after seeing some people's warning eyes.

Even after his body disappeared at the corner of the marble staircase, Nietzsche was still thinking about the blinking action.

It was very strange.

But he was not interested in Quidditch, so he didn't take Harry's words to heart.

The weather at the end of October was not good. When Nietzsche's feet had just stepped on the floor of the courtyard outside the hall for less than half a minute, a cold wind made him retreat... To be honest, it was actually more comfortable in the quilt.

He hid his hands in his pockets, shrank his head, and was at a loss under the cold wind.

"You won't continue to study today?"

Nietzsche turned his mind and was stunned.

Hermione, standing under a bunch of dead branches, seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

She was wearing thick clothes inside, a thin black school robe and a red and yellow scarf outside, and women's snow boots on her feet. There was a circle of fluff around her ankles that Nietzsche thought tasted good.

But the hat... was the women's top hat that Nietzsche gave her, not a wizard hat.

"If you don't go, I'll do this." Nietzsche's thinking was obviously much slower.

Hermione calculated very clearly, and he paused for a full thirty-five seconds.

The two people who have been immersed in the pile of books for years don't know what to do next.

But it doesn't matter. The considerate Crookshanks suddenly jumped out of Hermione's arms and returned to Nietzsche's arms at a speed that didn't belong to him... This little episode allowed Nietzsche to take over the conversation.

"Why are you here, Crookshanks~" and at the same time walked to Hermione's side.

With the existence of this Persian long-haired cat, the relationship between them eased a lot. Poor Crookshanks, it really paid too much.

To be honest, Hermione's outfit now exceeded his expectations, and in order to let students spend this happy weekend, many professors did not assign homework, so the two of them could play all day without worry.

When they went out from the main entrance, the two Dementors always made people tremble involuntarily, but when they arrived at Hogsmeade Village, which looked like a Christmas card, they found that it was snowing here.

The light coming through the doors and windows looked like candles in the snow from a distance.

Hermione walked in the middle of the street and looked around for a few times, and a sense of desolation abandoned by the world came over her.

There were not many wizard shops, but they were very crowded.

Most of the buildings were made of wood and bricks, but she did not feel separated. Instead, she easily integrated into the surrounding environment. This place was older than Diagon Alley.

Because of the recommendation of friends, Nietzsche and Hermione walked into Madam Puddifoot's Tea House at the same time.

But when they walked in, they regretted it a little bit---the curtains and tablecloths inside were all trimmed with lace, and a sweet mist filled the air, effortlessly isolating the small round tables in each area.

'Is this a teahouse? '

'Is this the good place they recommended? '

Hermione and Nietzsche cursed their friends in their hearts at the same time.

"What do you need?"

At this time, a fat woman wearing an apron came over. She was the only one who didn't fit in with the Baroque style teahouse.

"A... frosted pudding and rose tea..." Hermione stammered.

If she heard it correctly, there would always be a few inexplicable sounds of water around her, which made people feel numb all over.

Nietzsche was not embarrassed, but he had been twisting his thighs under the table since he sat down, trying to resist the urge to escape.

And now he knew why Granger had such a strange tone.

"I thought the place you chose would be..."

"You didn't object, did you? I think the tea here is good." Nietzsche was like a frightened bird, and before she could finish her words, he blurted out the words he had prepared.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then looked at him seriously, and then laughed.

Someone got anxious first, but she didn't say who it was~

"Hmm~" Hermione leaned her right hand on the table and supported her chin with the back of her hand.

Maybe it was because of the fog, when Hermione lowered her head slightly to drink tea, the hat would always cover the upper half of her face. This problem was so serious that it caused Nietzsche's hallucinations-he saw the shadow of that woman in Hermione.

Irene Adler.

Damn it, he shouldn't have given this Victorian hat!

Plus, when Crookshanks squatted on the table and was fed dry food without caffeine and chocolate by Hermione, that posture was more like... No, no, Nietzsche blinked and tried hard to block this thought.

"So how long are you going to hide?" She suddenly said.

Hermione is not blind, of course she can find that Nietzsche is panicking for no reason.

"What am I hiding?" Nietzsche forced a smile and took an olive from the fruit basket in the middle of the table and threw it into his mouth.

"That woman..." Hermione's dull voice made him pause in his heart, "or that man... is the friend who hides behind you and tells you the potion knowledge that even Snape has not touched yet."

If Colin, a second-year student, could take a photo on the spot and send it to Watson by owl, he would definitely recognize the expression on Nietzsche's face:

That was the fake and reserved smile that Sherlock would make when he met Irene Adler.

Great, Nietzsche didn't even know when he became friends with Granger... Is this considered Hermione Granger's affirmation of himself?

"The youngest professor in history, if that's possible." Nietzsche said.

"It's really interesting. If there is such a person in the school, I don't know it." Hermione glanced at him and reached out to cover the fruit basket given by the teahouse. "Of course, Professor Snape asked me to find out..."

Nietzsche glared at Crookshanks and signaled him to find his pocket watch quickly.

To be honest, he was a little unfamiliar with Hermione today, but he felt a little inexplicably excited, as if he had discovered a new world.

When something does not develop according to the logic of the past, it always gives people a novel feeling, just like Hermione. Although she has been questioning intentionally or unintentionally, Nietzsche enjoys it very much...