Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Morning~~" Nietzsche felt something rubbing against his leg. He bent over and saw Crookshanks' furry tail wrapped around his calf. "In a few days, you will have to say goodbye to her. "

He knelt down and let the cat jump onto his arm.

Several friends around him were excitedly discussing the recent Quidditch match, but he was not interested in these, he was just thinking about what happened one after another recently:

First there was Granger's interruption, and then there was Sirius at the Christmas party...

"Have you heard?" Theodore stopped at the edge of the stairs on the second floor. "I heard that Dean Snape poisoned Lupine to death just for this Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Lupine has not been here for a week. Come to class."

Several Slytherins had bitter expressions on their faces and did not want to step into the classroom.

It's not that I have a problem with Dean Snape, but I have a problem with his teaching methods--who is willing to risk his life to fight a few werewolves?

Fortunately, Professor Lupine has returned this week. Nietzsche found that he was even weaker than before. His eyes were sunken in, making a heavy black shadow around him, and his old robe was almost hanging loosely on him.

"Sick boy, I thought he would change the sheets." Draco lowered his voice and mocked.

After saying that, he subconsciously covered the back of his head, but this time no heavy book suddenly hit him.

Then the Slytherins handed in two werewolf papers that they had driven out overnight.

"I learned about it from Gryffindor in the last class..." Lupine waved his hand and said leisurely, "Actually, you don't need to pay. We haven't learned that yet, but I'll give you five points. "

The whole classroom erupted in complaints, even Nietzsche was no exception.

I did my homework, but the teacher suddenly said that I didn’t need to hand it in, and that I didn’t know how to check it. There is no greater pain in the world than this.

In this Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lupine moved a water tank containing Xinkpunk from his office, and then Grindelwald would use various types of magic spells to defeat this underwater creature. biology.

"This kind of little thing is not scary, what is scary is the environment." Grindelwald accurately told Ali about the dangers of hinkpunk.

That's right, if a wizard encounters this creature on the shore, there are all kinds of black magic that can attack it. The skin as smooth as a frog is not as strong in resisting magic as a fire dragon or a basilisk.

But it's different if you're underwater.

The most dangerous thing about Xinkpunk is its environment - once the wizard falls into the water and cannot cast spells without a wand, he can only rely on brute force to break free.

But there are always exceptions. When facing a wizard like Grindelwald, the water can also form a rope and strangle its neck under control.

Xinkpunk hit the glass wall hard and let out a hoarse roar.

"For creatures whose own advantage lies in environmental factors, I have only one warning for you, either don't give it a chance, or... strengthen yourself and transcend the constraints of the environment." Grindelwald had a faint smile on his face.

He glanced at Nietzsche sitting next to him, as if he meant something.

The teaching content is very exciting, but I don't know why. Every time he shows practical content, Professor Lupine and the little wizard always feel a little uneasy.

Probably because of the opponent's direct attack on the vital point...

The bell rang, and Nietzsche was stopped by the old professor as soon as he got up.

"I have something to do." The other person stood by the window and said without looking back.

Lupine soon realized his interruption, so he smiled kindly at Nietzsche, and took the tortured half-dead Xinkpunk back to the office alone.

There was no sunlight coming through the window on this winter day, and his short hair and beard could only be illuminated white by the light in the room.

"Over there is Hogsmeade, where the dementors roam." Grindelwald wiped the water droplets on the glass with his sleeves. "They are very hungry. They almost lost their lives in the Quidditch match last weekend." Just broke in."

Nietzsche tried to look far away, but there was nothing but dark clouds.

Last weekend was the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match, and the excitement and joy on the Quidditch pitch was Dementor food...except Nietzsche was in the Room of Requirement at the time .

"You and Principal Dumbledore have been paying attention to the school boundaries?" Nietzsche guessed.

"It's mostly my fault... But this is not a long-term solution. As long as they stay around for a day, they will always be a threat to the school." Grindelwald straightened up, "And I can't take care of all three. "

The old professor traveled between the Room of Requirement and the classroom, and had to chase away hundreds of dementors outside Hogwarts.

The level of hard work is far beyond that of a 'professor's assistant'. Being a friend of Principal Dumbledore is really exhausting.

"And once Black runs out privately, he will attract those dementors, so I hope you will learn a magic to defend against dementors."

It was almost an order.

This order stems from the connection between Nietzsche and Sirius. That kind of breath cannot be erased and is engraved in history. Only Dementors have this special ability.

Nietzsche seems to know why the Ministry of Magic recruits this kind of non-existent creature without any intelligence.

He is a natural hunter.

"On the train, you and Professor Lupin's magic?" His gray-blue eyes were shining.

"Try the Patronus Charm first. If you don't have the talent in this area, try my Fire Curse." Grindelwald took out an ancient book from his arms, "The Patronus Charm is the best in existence so far. Use white magic."

However, Nietzsche noticed that in this old book with a vague name, he saw Dumbledore's signature, and there was also a strange triangular pattern drawn next to it, with an eye and a vertical line in the middle.

White magic... It seems that this is Principal Dumbledore's suggestion.

He held the book and went to Ancient Runes with Crookshanks, and then returned to the auditorium, but found no sign of Hermione.

However, Lavender and Parvati showed him evil smiles several times. In the end, Nietzsche couldn't stand their weird looks, so he hurriedly filled his stomach and ran to the eighth floor.

"I need a room to guard Sirius Black." Nietzsche stood in front of the tapestry on the eighth floor, walking back and forth three times.

But when he opened the door, he was dumbfounded.

Sirius didn't run, but he wanted to - Hermione pulled out a chair and sat facing the door, tapping her wand with her right index finger, as if she had been waiting here for a while.

The issue is...

"How did I know?" Hermione said what was in his heart, "Holmes, tut tut...were you held hostage, or did you volunteer to be Sirius Black's helper?"

Damn it, Nietzsche knew she was angry when he heard this tone.

"Are you injured?" He reacted instantly and asked kindly.

"I'm hurt!" Sirius said lifelessly while lying on the dining table nearby, "Your little girlfriend almost killed me... Ha, classic Slytherin and Gryffindor combination."

Nietzsche and Hermione turned their heads at the same time and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

Then the two of them looked at each other, but Hermione was not anxious at all. She just wanted to see what kind of excuses he could come up with. However, seeing that Nietzsche was concerned about safety first, she became less angry.

"You didn't tell me," she accused.

"Me? You must know that you least want to get involved in these troubles, but you can't blame me." Nietzsche took two steps back innocently, holding up Crookshanks to block the front, "This time you are the one who got into this muddy water. of."

"Then who am I because of?" Hermione glared at him angrily.

But no matter how she blamed her, she couldn't possibly tell the real reason why she found the Room of Requirement, so she took advantage of her ignorance and used Sirius as a shield.

So don't say it, say it's Nietzsche's fault, and he can only bite the bullet and swallow it.

"So you are caring about me..." He couldn't blame the other party for his good intentions.

"Yes, I care about you... and my career and studies." Hermione said stubbornly.

"Just admit it, you just want to take risks, otherwise why would you think that I would be held hostage by such a wizard who doesn't even have a wand, and he's still so weak!"

"Who knows, at least he is a wanted wizard."

Sirius frowned, trying to refute Nietzsche, the Slytherin.

It's not okay to describe him as such a weakling, as if anyone can defeat him. Even if the other party is right, it's hard to save face.

At this time, the door to the Room of Requirement was opened again. When Sirius saw the visitor, he immediately closed his slightly opened mouth and lowered his head. He sat back down blankly, as quiet as a Ravenclaw.

It's Granger who's back.

"It's you?!"

"you again."

In the front is Hermione settling accounts, in the back is the hurried and impatient Granger, and in the middle is the confused Nietzsche.

Only then did Nietzsche realize that the homework he didn't need to hand in was not the worst, but his current situation was the worst...

Volume 1: Chapter 181 Two women confront each other

"Hmm~ It seems that your little girlfriend has a very sensitive sense of smell." Granger was surprised by her appearance.

"Just...just a close friend and colleague." Hermione raised her wand and did not back down because of her height. Instead, she took a step forward. "Who knows who you are."

Huh? Things get interesting.

Sirius held onto the chair and began to slowly walk away from the battlefield.

Because when using a time turner, the user cannot be known to have appeared in different places at the same time, otherwise the single traceback will be biased, so Nietzsche walked around Hermione before Halloween.

For example, Hermione appears in both the Charms and Transfiguration classrooms at the same time;

But if Nietzsche meets Hermione after knowing that he has traveled through time, then no matter which classroom he meets, Hermione will be deviated into another one due to the perception of the observer.

But it doesn't matter now...

"I'm Hermione Granger, but I'm not you." Granger sighed and said helplessly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in Slytherin, nor do I have that intention... To be honest, I don't To think that you would be so interested."

She glanced meaningfully at Hermione.

There is some surprise. Even though she knows that people in parallel universes will be different, her view of herself is ultimately inseparable from decades of inertial thinking, and she always subconsciously brings her memories into it.

Hermione stood there stunned as if someone had suddenly slapped her.

'If she is Hermione Granger, then who am I? ’

"Wait...wait a minute, you are my future self? No, no, parallel world?" She said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't think I will forget that you said you are a seventh grader in Slytherin. "

This time it was Nietzsche's turn, and he turned around like a robot.

"Are you serious? Slytherin?"

"I just wanted to see her expression at that time... Haha! So innocent and cute~" Granger held her stomach and laughed.

But the more she smiled, the redder Hermione became. The other party almost stripped her naked. If she found the Room of Requirement because of the incident between the Slytherin girl and Nietzsche, then it wouldn't be equivalent to confessing her love to Nietzsche.

It's like telling him: I'm not worried about Blake, but I'm worried about you being abducted by others...

"I thought you were threatened by someone from Slytherin. You know, some people like to worship dark wizards." Hermione said hesitantly.

"Really? Then does the "Ancient Rune Translation" I gave you contain his distress signal?" Granger did not show any panic from beginning to end, and said very calmly, "If I had known, I would have He should really be held hostage."

After only ten minutes of fighting, the superiority and inferiority had already been determined.

Hermione was strong, but not enough in front of the well-informed Granger.

Just when the winner was about to be announced, Sirius on the side became impatient and yelled: "How can I ask someone from Slytherin for help? If I want to ask... I also want to ask Gryffindor."

Nietzsche gave him a gouging look.

However, being interrupted by Sirius Black, Hermione finally found her way to the bottom of the steps. After calming down, she sat down at the desk again with some hesitation, and then patted her neighbor vigorously.

In order not to get angry, Nietzsche quickly sat over.

But Granger took out a few pieces of dried fish from his pocket and shook them in his hand. Crookshanks, who was still shaking his head from side to side, immediately made up his mind and found the backbone.

"But why did you come here?" Hermione changed the subject and revealed what had just happened.

"Because I... to be precise, because of us, the only thing I can be sure of is the time turner. It is an anchor point. I originally planned to use this anchor point to return to my own third grade."

It was reasonable, and Nietzsche finally understood why she believed Crookshanks in the first place instead of going to Hermione.

"And kill some people?" He joked in order to lighten the atmosphere.

But in the end... Granger just nodded seriously.

What is this? Is it another 'Granger-style' bad taste?

"You want to see her expression again, right." Nietzsche hesitated.

"Do you think there is any difference between the current Draco and the young Lucius?" Granger flipped up his hair and said casually, "No, they were both pampered, so we have to admit something."

Admit it, wise Sherlock Holmes, human behavior, environment and accepted thoughts are a closed loop.

But these words frightened Hermione. She frowned, not liking what the other party said...whether it was because of the current situation or what happened before.

"Then you kill like this, what's the difference between you and a dark wizard?"

Unfortunately, the other party ignored her. Instead, she stood up and walked to Nietzsche, leaning down and whispering in his ear. Only the two of them could hear this ear-biting way of speaking.

It seemed like Granger didn't care what Hermione thought.

"If you don't believe it, you can do a little test..." Granger's voice was suppressed like a snake, and others could only hear hissing.

Nietzsche turned his ears slightly and remained silent.

"You sent Lucius to Azkaban anyway, do you still expect others to forgive you? You and them have been in a life-and-death situation for a long time. The difference between you and Hermione is just that it is dispensable. program of."