Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Hermione took him to Honeydukes and warmed herself up.

"When I used the Patronus Charm, I didn't think of anything so happy, but it worked." She said as she took some Momoya mints from the shelf.

"What's the matter?"

Nietzsche knew that she was sharing her learning experience, so he paid more attention.

"Remember when you first came to my class in elementary school?"

"Oh, I remember, you sat alone in the front row, without a deskmate..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was stepped on. Nietzsche hurried to look at Hermione's expression, but found that she was very calm, as if the kick just now was just accidentally stepped on by someone else because of the crowd.

Is this also Hermione's pain point?

But Nietzsche felt that he did not say anything wrong. When he transferred to Hermione's class, she was sitting there alone.

And for convenience, he simply sat in the empty seat next to Hermione... But later he found out that the reason why Hermione had no deskmate was because no one wanted to be her deskmate.

"So you think someone is sitting next to you?!" Nietzsche guessed.

Unfortunately, he guessed wrong.

Hermione used magic to control the goods and found a long line in front of the cashier, which moved a little after a while.

"It's not this! It's because... because of the incident that you were almost expelled from school. In fact, I always thought that you were bullied because you sat with me. They thought you and I were nerds."

Her voice was very low, and Nietzsche had to lean his head closer to listen.

But this matter didn't matter to him. He was even ready to transfer to another school.

"Just because of this?"

"Just because of this? This is your problem. Apart from your own purpose, you never pay attention to what kind of changes you will bring to others. For me, it's more than just a help!"

Hermione's face flushed in the hot store, and her voice was sharp and small, like a boiling pot.

Because she was so excited, she accidentally let the spell go out of control. The mints, licorice sticks, and crispy feather candies above her head that had not been paid for suddenly exploded everywhere, flying around like colored paper.

The happy little wizards thought that the candy house was playing some tricks again, so they scrambled to catch the falling candies.

The owner, Ambrosio Frum, stood on the cash register and shouted loudly: "Those are not free candies! No!"

But no one was listening. Some wizards, even if they had their hands full of snacks, would raise their heads, jump up with their mouths open and bite them, using their teeth to break the packaging and grind the chocolate inside.

"Who is using magic here?!"

Hermione realized that she had caused a big disaster. She quickly covered her face with a scarf, pushed away those who bent over to pick up the candies, and rushed out of Honeydukes Candy House.

She leaned against the pillar at the door, gasping for breath.

The cold wind on the street, mixed with snowflakes, blew on her face, making people sober up immediately.

"I mean, the point of the Patronus Charm may not only be 'the most pleasant', but more importantly, it is profound, so profound that it can change a person's spirit or emotions..." She took off her gloves and covered her face with a handful of snow.

"Is that so... Did I change you?" Nietzsche immediately changed the subject after getting a partial answer.

He had already changed Hermione?

To be honest, he never thought that he had already had some influence in the past.

"Maybe it's the feeling of friends? I'm not sure." Hermione was so angry that she gathered snow on the window sill of the store, rolled it into a ball, and threw it at him fiercely, "But I care about this, you gave me the courage."

The snowball hit Nietzsche's chest, and after a while, Crookshanks got out of his collar.

"Meow?" It looked around in confusion.

"The most memorable and representative happy memory..." Nietzsche nodded.

Hermione's words made sense. Happiness alone is not enough. Combined with Dumbledore's explanation of Dementors, it means that he should throw a stone in the middle of a dead pool to stir up some waves.

Or put a fish or a frog and let them shake in it from time to time.

The most representative happy memory is an active animal, just like when talking about spicy food, people's first reaction is to think of peppers. It must be able to jump out of the thinking space actively instead of being found.

Suddenly, a wizard in school uniform and Ron broke the door and fell into the snow together.

Hermione shouted in disbelief: "Harry Potter?!"

"Shh." Harry hurriedly got up from the ground, "Keep your voice down!!"

Volume 1: Chapter 186 The Dementors Ready to Move

In order to avoid being discovered by others, Ron dragged them to the Three Broomsticks Tavern.

It was extremely crowded and noisy inside, and the smoke curling around the ceiling was not magic, but came from the drinkers' pipes and hookahs. At the bar, a group of wizards crowded around a curvaceous woman.

That was Ms. Rosmerta, the owner of the Three Broomsticks.

"I relied on the Marauder's Map to bypass others and come through the secret passage." Harry lowered his voice and told a few people about the map.

This made Nietzsche a little confused. When did Hogwarts have a secret path to Honeydukes?

If he had to find someone, he would rather believe that it was Dumbledore who did it. After all, among all the headmasters of Hogwarts, only Headmaster Dumbledore was the most loyal sweets lover.

Even the password to the headmaster's office was all kinds of sweets.

"I am their younger brother, but I never knew about this!" Ron shouted.

"Ahem... I solemnly swear that I will never do anything bad~" Harry spread a piece of parchment on the table, and then couldn't wait to knock it with his wand.

As soon as the voice fell, ink lines began to emerge on the parchment, spreading from the place where the wand and parchment touched to the surroundings, crisscrossing and forming a huge bird's-eye view composed of lines.

There were also a few green words on the top, which read:

Moon Face, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are grandly introduced.

Nietzsche and Hermione came closer and found that there were many dense ink dots moving on the map, and names were marked next to them. After looking at each other, they immediately looked for the location of the eighth floor.

Fortunately, they did not see the name of Sirius Black.

Did he run away?

"Will all places be displayed?" Hermione said quickly.

"All places, including all secret doors... Look, I came out from this road." Harry pointed to the corridor on the fourth floor, allowing everyone to see that there was another road behind the wall separated by ink lines.

This secret passage hidden in the corridor on the fourth floor also leads to Hogsmeade Village.

In addition, Nietzsche saw another six, but Harry said that the road behind the mirror on the fifth floor was no longer accessible, and the other one was under the Whomping Willow.

He silently memorized those names, then pulled Hermione back and leaned back on the chair.

"This is something Black made before."

When he saw the intricate secret passages, he understood---how Sirius Black broke through the school's protection and sneaked in from outside. No matter which direction he came from, it was impossible not to be discovered.

Black Lake? First, you have to take a boat.

Forbidden Forest? There are Hagrid and the Centaur tribe, Acromantula, Fire Dragon and various dangerous creatures.

"I saw Peter Pettigrew's name." Hermione signaled Harry to put the things away quickly, and whispered to Nietzsche, "He is still in the Gryffindor Common Room. I am worried..."

She was worried that Peter would run away.

"I asked Gilderoy to prepare a new pet in Diagon Alley. When Howard and Arthur meet, Ron will receive his new gift." Nietzsche whispered while drinking butter beer.

Now that Sirius is controlled in the Room of Requirement, there is no need to worry that Peter Pettigrew will be scared away.

From the Marauder's Map just now, the Room of Requirement did not seem to be displayed, so Peter, as a mouse, naturally would not hear Black's whereabouts from Ron.

"It's too sweet, I can't finish it, I'll give it to you."

Hermione wiped the white butter foam on her lips and pushed the cup towards Nietzsche.

At this moment, several wizards hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed in with a gust of wind and snow.

"The Dementors are coming!" They blocked the door in fear and shouted loudly to Ms. Rosmerta at the bar, "They started patrolling before sunset... Hurry! Hide!!"

The pub was quiet for a while, and then an unprecedented quarrel broke out.

Harry hurriedly covered his face with a beer glass, and held the bangs on his forehead with the other hand to prevent the scar from showing.

"What's going on? Black knows you're here?" Ron nervously took out his wand and looked around, "Don't worry, Harry, if he comes looking for you, I'll use my new wand to cover you!"

"Don't be silly, how could Black know he was here?" Nietzsche comforted the two.

"But the sun hasn't set yet, how dare the Dementors patrol the streets of Hogsmeade?" Hermione was also puzzled by this.

First of all, she and Nietzsche would not have any doubts about Professor Grendel's strength, unless Black had the ability to pass through the Fiendfyre.

Suddenly, accompanied by a "bang" explosion, several wizards blocking the door flew out, fortunately the people behind caught them.

The cool breeze and snowflakes swept into the Three Broomsticks.

But it wasn't a Dementor, but a current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. This fat guy walked in arrogantly from the door and shook the wand in his hand. It was he who forced the door open just now.

Fudge took off the yellow and green hat on his head and bowed perfunctorily to the crowd.

"Sorry, someone reported to me that Sirius Black escaped from the school, and he has an accomplice, so... for your safety, the Dementors will thoroughly check Hogsmeade later."

"Bullshit!" The drunken wizard cursed very badly.

I don't know if it was because of the Dementors or this ridiculous reason.

"Black's entry into the school has not been made public yet. I can guarantee that it must be that stupid guy Malfoy." Ron bit a piece of hard candy hard.

"But what good does this do for him?" Harry was very puzzled.

"Deal." "Commutation of sentence."

Nicky silently wiped the rim of her cup with a tissue before drinking it all, and said it in unison with Hermione.

Even if the Malfoy family is involved in the Chamber of Secrets incident and is symbolically arrested by the Ministry of Magic, they still need to give an explanation to public opinion, and Black is a good place to do so.

They want to tell public opinion - look, Malfoy is only controlled by dark magic. In fact, we and dark wizards are incompatible with each other.

But at this time, Fudge faced the insults from many wizards and just waited quietly until they had finished venting before continuing: "This is a necessary safety measure. Everyone, Rosmerta, give me a glass of red currant rum." Okay?"

Da da da da~

The high heels worn by Mrs. Rosmerta sounded particularly beautiful in the quiet bar.

"Before this, the Dementors have already searched my bar twice, Minister~" Rosmerta's voice was a little shrill.

"Dear, Dumbledore and his friends do not allow dementors to enter the Hogwarts area... Think about it, Blake blew up a street with a single spell, and now, he still has An extra helper!”

This seems to mean that it is all Principal Dumbledore's problem.

Nietzsche stood up, held his wand high, and said, "How about another cherry syrup soda?"

Fudge, who was originally calm and composed, immediately panicked the moment he saw him, as if a mouse had seen a cat.

"Ahaha...Mr. Holmes." The minister said gruffly, "Don't worry, your professors are in charge elsewhere. Don't worry, Dumbledore just said that dementors are not allowed to enter the castle."

"I'm not worried about that, I'm just worried about you..."

Nietzsche took a sip of mead, lazily raised his wand, and used magic to push several wizards away, leaving no obstacle between him and Fudge.

"I?"

"I'm worried that you won't be able to get anything for your efforts~"

Volume One: Chapter 187 The Bet between Granger and Nietzsche

What kind of person is Fudge?

In Nietzsche's impression, he was at least a local emperor who liked to play tricks, play both ends, and studied trade-offs every day. His heart was full of distrust and grudge against anyone, and he only wanted to cultivate his own army.

"Without a trace."

When Hermione saw the other party approaching, she immediately cast the Disillusionment Curse on Harry under the table.

"How can I be so thankless, child." Fudge said softly, without any airs of a minister, "Because I have seen with my own eyes how little influence the dementors have on Black, so it must be like this."

"It's a good thing this isn't Diagon Alley, otherwise all the wizards would have run away." Nietzsche crossed his legs and said calmly.

Granger was indeed right. They could not give any chance to breathe, otherwise they would try their best to regain the status that did not belong to them.

Don't think about the consequences and just pursue glory.

In this case, then go to the grave with glory...

The dark clouds in the sky were so thick that even a ray of sunlight could not penetrate. The street lights on the street began to flicker and finally went out. Everyone stepped back and squeezed into the tavern.