Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"No more." Snape didn't even turn his head.

The decisive refusal made Lupin stunned for a moment, and then he sighed. When he turned his head, Nietzsche and Hermione immediately lowered their heads, pretending to be practicing making potions for the final exam.

It is known that 'Snape has a bad relationship with Potter, Lupin, Black and Peter', and there is a 'she' between them.

"Really? After you made potions for me for several months in a row, suddenly there is no more today?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Why?"

Lupin's tone of inquiry was very calm, and he didn't look like a person who needed potions to treat diseases.

"Because I don't want to do it for you." Snape put down the work in his hands, and his black eyes like dead water suddenly hated him, "I've had enough of all of you, Lupin, why don't you bother Dumbledore again?"

"Professor Dumbledore has done enough for me."

"Yes, he made you a professor anyway, so this one thing doesn't matter...right?" Snape pressed on step by step, "Let him make potions, or he forces me to make potions for you."

His words were harsh, and Hermione, who was bowing her head, couldn't stand it.

And Lupin was the same. Like Hagrid, he couldn't stand others insulting Dumbledore.

"I never force others like this!" Lupin, who was always gentle, could only break his defense in front of Snape. He staggered back a few steps and his face turned cold, "Severus, I won't force you if you don't want to."

"Hehe... force me..."

Lupin left quickly, and the sound of cabinets being opened and closed rang out again in the classroom.

When Snape came out of the storage room with a bunch of moonstones, Hermione extinguished the fire under the crucible. She looked at the professor, her mouth moving as if she was chewing snacks.

After a long time, she whispered, "Professor Lupin is a werewolf... right?"

Nietzsche turned his head and looked at her, a little surprised, but reasonable.

"I checked the moon's waxing and waning table. Professor Lupin is very weak every full moon. Nietzsche said that you have a little relationship with him... and you always assign papers about werewolves every time you substitute for a class."

So Snape gave Nietzsche a look, this look was because of his talkativeness.

Hermione, seeing that the professor did not refute, acquiesced and continued, "But what really makes me sure is the moonstone and morning dew. I didn't find any potion in the book that would require such a large amount of mitigating agent."

"Yes, only the wolfsbane potion needs so much, but now..."

Snape used magic to grind the moonstone into powder in front of them, mixed it with the morning dew and poured it into the pool. He stared at the beautiful moonstone powder like pearl powder, and suddenly felt happy in his heart.

No wonder Hermione had such a big reaction when the professor turned his back to Lupin just now.

In her and Nietzsche's eyes, although Snape's personality was not as good as the other's, at least they had met in the potions classroom for three years, and there was no need to say much about trust.

"But if he doesn't have the wolfsbane potion, what will he do when the full moon comes this month?" Hermione looked at the pool worriedly.

Nietzsche couldn't tell for a moment whether she was feeling sorry for Lupin or the waste of potion raw materials.

"What does it have to do with me?" Snape's cold look was chilling. "Anyway, Dumbledore hired him, and I have been helping him. To use the words of Mr. Holmes, I have been a slave to others."

In other words, his help was not out of his will.

"What if Headmaster Dumbledore comes to you for this matter?" Nietzsche reminded, "He was with them when he was young..."

"If I don't make potions, will Dumbledore kill me for this?"

Nietzsche shook his head. How could this be possible?

"So what if he comes to me? I didn't ask Lupin to pay for the previous potion money, which is enough to give face." Snape straightened his back, turned back and pointed at him as a warning, indicating not to say too much.

Hermione looked at them blankly, and she hadn't recovered yet.

Who are 'they'?

Did Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape quarrel?

Wait, did she miss something? !

Volume 1: Chapter 199 Fudge's Visit

On the first weekend after Easter, two major events occurred - the Quidditch final and the Ministry of Magic's visit.

That morning, when the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams entered the hall, all students who liked Quidditch games stood up and applauded. Nietzsche could see Warrington and Harry standing in front of their respective teams.

The two of them smiled at each other, and then Harry stepped back, and Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, shook hands with Warrington.

"This is the final between Gryffindor and Slytherin..."

"Harry will win!"

"Is that the Firebolt? Is it too late for me to change the bet now?"

The entire hall was filled with red, yellow, black and green, but Hufflepuff supported Slytherin a little more. As for why, you have to ask how much Warrington helped Cedric.

In addition to those who were going to play later, there were also several wizards wearing Ministry of Magic guard cloaks standing at the door.

"Look at their badges. They must be from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Percy stood at the door with Penelope, and as the president of the student union, he greeted the people who were about to come in. "My father is affiliated with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Nietzsche walked between them and glanced at the couple strangely: Percy, you are really amazing, showing others these things.

Penelope on the side just forced a smile. Obviously, as a young girl, she was not very interested in these things. She always turned her head to look at the Firebolt in Harry's hand when Percy was not paying attention.

When her eyes met with Nietzsche and Hermione, she raised her index finger to signal not to say anything.

"Penelope~ Who do you think is coming? By the way... help me see if the tie is crooked."

"No."

When they started to enjoy the German sausages, there was some movement at the door. The first to come in was Professor Grendel, who rushed to Hermione and Nietzsche in a hurry.

Then, Fudge in a plaid suit and Dumbledore wearing the Wizengamot badge appeared at the door.

"Do you want to receive our Minister?" Grindelwald squatted between the two.

"No!" Hermione bit the answer to death.

"Actually... if you can get in touch with them earlier, it will be good for you. After all, you are not like Nick Flamel, a wizard who stays at home all day and does magic."

"Why can't Nietzsche go?"

Nietzsche sneezed and almost stuffed a grilled sausage into his nostrils.

"Obviously you need to learn how to deal with stupid things more than him." Grindelwald said unscrupulously, "Look at him, he will talk nonsense when he meets a stupider one, Hermione, you need to learn more than just magic."

Is it reasonable? Is it reasonable?

What kind of person does this make him out to be...

Percy at the door became very serious when he saw Minister Fudge coming, and his cautious and respectful look made the other party very happy, but Umbridge behind the minister looked at the person in front of him very critically.

Nietzsche didn't want to go to the Quidditch field, but under the pressure of the professor, he was forced to watch the Quidditch game with Hermione, and with Fudge.

The sky on this day showed a touch of egg white color. Perhaps it was the arrival of the minister that cleared some of the Dementors around.

The noisy sound waves rolled up one layer after another, with Gryffindor and Slytherin supporters accounting for half each. Even Snape wore a green decorative hat with a silver snake printed on it.

"Both sides take the field!!" The commentator Lee Jordan was already in place. He deliberately made his throat thick and always dragged out a long tail tone when speaking.

Fudge sat in the top seat, observing the players of each team, and was completely unaware that Nietzsche and Hermione came to his sides.

"Hard work?" Nietzsche once again showed his unique acting talent, and instantly piled up a bright smile on his face, "Minister Fudge, you came at the right time this time, and you can also watch a final."

"Yes... yes."

Although the weather has not yet entered summer, he is already sweating profusely at this moment, and turned his head to look for the figure of his deputy.

As the deputy of the minister, Umbridge had just finished scolding a few students who were running around, and found that the seat was occupied by Hermione, and also found that she and another little wizard were chatting with the minister. How could this be possible?

Where is the dignity of the minister?

The upper is the upper, and the lower is the lower. This is not a mess!

She was about to step forward to teach Hermione a lesson, but was pressed down by a skinny hand... No matter how she struggled, it was useless because the magic had been locked on her.

"Ms. Umbridge, if you don't mind, you can sit in my seat." Grindelwald said.

"Who are you? I am the Deputy Minister of Magic, I should..."

"I said, I--allow--you to sit in my seat." Grindelwald twisted her arm like a weird old man and dragged her to the teacher's seat, "Please?"

Umbridge was about to get angry, but as soon as she looked at him, she suddenly agreed in a daze.

Nietzsche looked back at the old professor who nodded quietly. Obviously, everything was arranged.

"But I heard that the Ministry of Magic was attacked recently, wasn't it?" Hermione said, picking on the bad things.

The implication: You have lost your home, but you are still watching the game here!

"The Ministry of Magic is still investigating this matter. You must believe in our judgment..." Fudge immediately lost his temper when he heard her suddenly say this, and his interest in watching the game went down a little.

But in fact, Hermione was not stupid enough to deliberately make him unhappy.

She cleared her throat, squinted at Nietzsche, and then opened her arms to let Crookshanks, who was walking through the crowd, jump onto her knees.

"Of course, the Minister can't be busy every day, because this matter has ruined his body, and he still needs to relax appropriately." Nietzsche said in accordance with his wishes, "Clues are always revealed to us inadvertently."

"Ah... yes! That's right, that's what I think!" Fudge shouted happily.

This is the cooperation between Nietzsche and Hermione---they use psychological errors to ensure that Fudge can get closer to at least one of them.

Praising right away is called Percy-style flattery. There are opposition parties and neutral parties in the British House of Lords.

"Clues, I always like to hide them. Sometimes I go out for a walk and find something different." Fudge inadvertently leaned a little closer to him, "There are still people in the ministry who think that Black is related to the Purger."

He laughed, then shook his head and raised the telescope again.

At this time, the game had already started. Gryffindor scored a goal and was leading by ten points. In this noisy environment, Fudge also stood up excitedly and waved his fist.

"Then do you know who the Purgers are related to?" Nietzsche asked.

"I don't know, maybe..."

Fudge was about to speak, but was interrupted by him: "But I do know someone - James Moriarty."

"Who?"

"You can call him 'the Muggle who knows the existence of wizards'."

Fudge threw down the telescope in an instant. He didn't expect that the clues would come so quickly after going out for a walk.

(The fox accelerated the plot. After dealing with Sirius, the fox wanted Snape and Lupin to explode, haha!)

Volume 1: Chapter 200 The friend of the Prime Minister of the Magic World

Fudge slowly discovered that Nietzsche was not so annoying as long as he didn't help the Muggles to oppose the Ministry of Magic.

Who doesn't like to talk to a humble and polite little wizard, not to mention that he doesn't have to be afraid of Nietzsche like he is afraid of Dumbledore... He is just a student. No matter how talented he is, he can't take away his position as minister.

In this wonderful Quidditch final, Nietzsche and Hermione sang the same tune and talked about Peter Pettigrew.

"Tsk, Potter still has a Firebolt... So Sirius Black was wrongly accused?" Fudge smacked his lips and said unhappily, "You didn't even notify us immediately after you caught Black."

He knew that every time he came to Hogwarts, something bad would happen.

Even if Fudge could catch Peter Pettigrew this time, the group of wizards under him might not be so satisfied. They would definitely publicize his incompetence---for the sake of political achievements, they would not hesitate to catch an innocent person to take credit.

Now he is floating in the air and may fall to pieces at any time...

But who is sitting next to Fudge? The first wizard who practiced the levitation spell to be comparable to the dark magic.

"Don't worry, didn't Principal Dumbledore, as the chairman of the Wizengamot at that time, acquiesce to the Ministry of Magic's approach?" Nietzsche caught him steadily.

"Yes, that's right..."

At this time, Harry caught the Golden Snitch and won the championship of this Quidditch competition in one fell swoop, but Fudge just followed the crowd and clapped woodenly.

He frowned and looked at Nietzsche a few times.

In fact, what surprised Fudge was that he thought that an excellent student like Nietzsche would be a member of Dumbledore's group.

But for the sake of Slytherin, it seemed to make sense.

"You mean..." Fudge lowered his body and asked softly.

"Isn't this simple? Mr. Minister, you just need to show everyone's vote at the time." Nietzsche reminded.

The occurrence of Black's unjust case was not only due to the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic. At that time, Dumbledore, as the chairman of the Wizengamot, had the right to propose a retrial of the case, but he did not, and just acquiesced to Fudge leading the Execution Department to arrest the other party.

So, strictly speaking, Fudge did nothing wrong.