Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"No! Just some boring fill-in-the-blank questions about the competition!" Hermione blushed and shook her head quickly, "Wait, I'll go wash my face."

But now it was almost time for class, and it was too late to return to the Gryffindor common room, so Nietzsche had to stand at the door of the girls' bathroom.

It was still the same as in the second grade. He secretly peeked inside and looked towards the sink. He found that the passage to the secret room had been closed long ago, and the basilisk was probably rotten and maggoty.

Hermione just turned on the faucet, and a blue ghost screamed and flowed out with the water.

"Myrtle!" Hermione first roared in anger, and then began to mutter, "I finally sprayed the conditioner today, that's why I don't want to deal with these things, both troublesome and inevitable destruction."

"Haha... damn Peeves, it drove me to the sewer again last night." Myrtle stood upside down on the ceiling, "Are you here to get the golden egg too?"

"Golden egg? No, I just came in to wash my face..." Hermione said.

Myrtle looked around the empty house, and then continued: "That's good, the pool here is too small, unless you want to put your head and the golden egg into the toilet, or like Potter yesterday."

As Nietzsche guessed: she doesn't need to worry about the prompt, because the prompt will automatically find her.

"Potter?"

"Oh, hoho~ Yesterday Potter and Cedric both ran to the prefect bathroom with golden eggs..." Myrtle saw the shadow at the door and smiled wickedly, "A good kid like you must have never seen those boys' small bodies."

Her secretive look made Hermione feel uncomfortable.

"You ran to the prefect bathroom just to peek at the boys taking a bath?" Nietzsche looked at him like he was looking at garbage.

"Because I'm dead!" Myrtle screamed, "Couples like you only know how to laugh at me and Peeves... I just slipped out of the bathroom and was beaten into the sewer. I thought you would understand me!"

Understand? She seemed to think that Nietzsche was the same as those boys who always fantasized about peeping at girls taking a bath.

Then she plopped into the toilet and disappeared.

But the good news is that Hermione knew the secret behind the golden egg-she needed to find a bathtub to soak herself and the golden egg together.

"This...isn't it too strange."

"The person who drove her to the sewer couldn't be Peeves." Nietzsche nodded and said.

To be precise, Myrtle didn't see it clearly at all. She only knew that Peeves, who had always been at odds with her, was the most likely thing to attack her, but if that was the case, it would be simple.

He only needed to catch Riddle and interrogate him:

See who knew the whereabouts of Harry Potter last night.

They were just like Rita Skeeter, they just needed to sit quietly by and wait for the fish they wanted to take the bait.

Chapter 253 Riddle - The Eyes in Potter

"That neurotic retired Auror saw Potter, and no one else could find Potter hiding behind the Invisibility Cloak." Riddle's residual soul emerged.

After Hermione returned to Gryffindor, she made up a reason to get Tom Riddle's diary back. Harry was still a little reluctant, because he had learned a lot of notes to cope with exams from it.

After finishing the morning Charms class and the Alchemy elective class, Nietzsche rushed to the principal's office and took out the Horcrux.

Riddle's image was much clearer than before. It was obvious that he had absorbed a lot of magic from Potter to nourish himself, which also made Headmaster Dumbledore look a little worried.

"Are you saying that Moody is deliberately taking care of Harry?" The headmaster waved his wand and added two cushions beside the stove.

Phoenix Fawkes shook his wings and jumped out of the burning firewood. Riddle, who was standing by, hid back in disgust. It seemed that he didn't like the phoenix very much and hissed fiercely at Fawkes.

Riddle, who was entrusted by someone, parasitized in Harry Potter's body and became his second pair of eyes.

"Probably, and he borrowed Potter's Marauder's Map, and seemed to be planning to monitor Snape... Is that what you mean?" Riddle turned his head and said to Nietzsche again, "He doesn't trust anyone."

"In fact, I trust Severus very much..." Dumbledore retorted.

Damn it, every time Riddle and Dumbledore appeared in the same place at the same time, the two of them would never stop bickering.

"So this is his own idea?" Nietzsche changed the subject abruptly, "A retired Auror with post-war trauma, who is suspicious of everyone?"

"Ah... It seems that Severus didn't tell you about that." The headmaster pondered, "It's normal for Astori to target him, after all, he was once a Death Eater-until the night Lily left."

Lily again, Lily Potter!

Nietzsche had seen this woman who could make Death Eaters turn against him in Black's memories, but what kind of charm did she have?

But then, he immediately thought of something, so he asked the headmaster: "Regarding the Triwizard Tournament, the professors know the specific matters related to the competition, right?"

"That's right." Dumbledore answered briefly.

Looking through "A School History", you can know that the former Hogwarts caretaker used a clock with multiple layers of traction spells to control Peeves, but it was easily blown up.

"That's right, it was not Peeves who drove Myrtle back to the girls' bathroom last night, but Moody... Peeves is different from ordinary ghosts. He can touch real objects and has magical powers. ghost."

Therefore, Myrtle mistakenly thought that Peeves used some kind of magical means to attack her and drove her back to the sewers.

Whether it is Dumbledore or Nietzsche, because Bertha disappeared in Albania, it is certain that Voldemort already knew about the Triwizard Tournament, and someone followed the instructions to put Harry and Hermione's names into the Goblet of Fire.

But...

"Moody, but if Moody controlled Crouch, then what did he do for it?" Dumbledore stroked the feathers on Phoenix's head, his brows full of sorrow.

This was so much beyond his expectations that it was hard to believe that Moody was being impersonated.

"Huh, why don't you use your magical mind-reading ability?" Riddle seemed very satisfied when he saw the principal's appearance, and he said with a sinister smile.

"First of all, Legilimency cannot read minds. It can only see each other's memories. The human heart is a very complicated thing. Secondly, while others are still struggling with unfair issues, only Moody and I realize the problem. Severity."

The principal felt that if some manipulation was done, Hermione might be able to protect herself, but it would be easy to kill Harry Potter.

But Nietzsche didn’t think so.

He could ensure that Harry and Hermione's lives would not be in danger, and they would definitely get the hint, because Voldemort could not be stupid enough to tamper with the competition.

This is the Triwizard Tournament!

Albus Dumbledore is personally in charge, and it is a much-anticipated game!

Dumbledore fell into a misunderstanding - he doubted everyone, but he didn't doubt the person he trusted.

"Voldemort is afraid of death and pursues immortality and eternal honor, but who is the biggest obstacle he faces? It's you." Riddle said reasonably, "And, when will I do things under your nose?"

He is a mixture of Voldemort's soul and memory. In terms of understanding, who can compare to Voldemort himself?

The fiery red color of the phoenix flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he fell into memories - Riddle was right, from the time he was a student, Voldemort had always looked like an obedient student in front of Dumbledore.

The other party is very good at hiding himself and never exposes himself easily.

"You mean...Voldemort never thought about letting Harry and Hermione die on the field?" Dumbledore hesitated before saying slowly.

"What if?"

Now that Voldemort is in deep trough, he will never have a head-on collision with Dumbledore.

Suddenly, Snape burst in angrily, and the sound of the oak door being smashed against the wall shocked the headmasters to curse at the professor in their portraits, all of them accusing him of destroying their dreams.

Will the magic portrait also dream of the sheep in its memory?

Riddle was the first to hide. No other professor knew about his existence, so the moment Snape passed the doorpost, he disappeared next to Nietzsche, leaving only a cold cushion.

"D-B-Lee-Do---" Snape drawled and rushed to the principal in one breath.

Just now he was talking about being spied on by Moody, and now he was asking for help. Dumbledore helplessly looked to the side for help, but Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly and dozed off.

How could a perfect Slytherin student like him go against his dear Head of House?

"Don't pretend to be aggrieved! That Mad-Eye would never do this without your approval!" He raised his thin index finger and pointed at the principal's crooked nose, "You still want me?" How many times has your office been replaced?”

"This matter is really not my problem..."

"Hmph." This was the Horcrux gloating about its misfortune.

As time goes by, Riddle, who has been awake, becomes more and more humane, and I don't know whether it's good or bad.

But at least Nietzsche seems to have changed for the better. At least this Riedel will no longer pursue a snake-like face.

"Then let that old ghost stay away from my territory!" Snape forced out a fierce smile, "And... all of you are indulging Potter. I have no objection, but it's best not to Let him fall into my hands."

"What does this have to do with Harry?" Dumbledore turned his head and suddenly changed his face.

"He was rummaging through boxes in my office to steal things, but what about Moody? He thought I was always suspicious of Potter! Let me remind you, if that lunatic continues to play like this, you should play alone!"

Nietzsche held the Horcrux and silently moved the pillow cushion under his butt to the corner.

The scene of the last time the two fought was still vivid in my mind, but last time it was because of Black, and this time it was because of Moody.

"What did he steal?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Herbs... some oozing grass, snake skins, bicorn horns, etc., totaling more than thirty gold galleons." Snape gritted his teeth and said, "These are expensive ingredients for polyjuice potion, you It’s up to you.”

"Severus, what's the use of Harry stealing your materials?"

"Who knows, he is now a warrior of Hogwarts, and he might want to get information about the game. He is just like his father, who will always only play with these little tricks." Snape reasoned frantically as he spoke.

Nietzsche waited until the dean's anger calmed down a little before he dared to ask him softly: "Was it stolen last night?"

"Yes." Snape threw his robe and sat angrily on the cold cushion that Riddle had sat on before.

The fish finally took the bait - Moody was impersonated.

It must be said that Voldemort's move was crucial. He had someone impersonate a person that Dumbledore could hardly suspect, and he could do it so well.

If Riddle hadn't been hiding in Harry's body, Dumbledore would have had no idea what happened last night.

What a pity... Unfortunately, this information gap was filled by Tom Riddle.

Chapter 254 Nietzsche: It's over, I've become bait

The fake Moody calculated very accurately. He knew that Hermione would always clean up the girls' bathroom when she passed by, so he drove this poor Ravenclaw ghost inside, so that they could always meet before the game started.

February 24th was getting closer and closer, and Hermione was not idle. Thanks to the hint, she quickly solved the secret of the golden egg.

When Nietzsche was busy getting Snape and Moody to deal with each other and attract each other's attention, Hermione would always run to the Forbidden Forest and find the Forbidden Forest Friends - the Centaurs.

God knows what she prepared...

As the day approached, Moody was still suspicious, but he didn't know that Nietzsche was trying to set a trap. He and the headmaster knew that the other party was pretending.

On the afternoon before the game, each of the Triwizard Tournament warriors had a different look: Krum frowned, Fleur looked very nervous, Harry disappeared and stayed in the library all day, and Cedric was very happy.

Hesitant, anxious, confident... But everyone is more normal than Hermione.

"I said, the game is tomorrow, and you are still reading "A Comprehensive Guide to Language and Customs"?" Nietzsche half-knelt on the grass, feeling troubled.

Oh no, maybe she knew she could play smoothly anyway, so she just started.

It's not impossible. If two warriors who shouldn't be warriors really have something wrong in the second game, what will the fake Moody look like?

Disappointed? Or surprised?

Maybe Voldemort couldn't have expected it...

"Water." Hermione said without raising her head.

"Aguamanent (clear water like a spring)." Nietzsche thought she was thirsty.

"I'm not thirsty!" Although she said so, she still lowered her head and took a sip of the water that was handed to her mouth, and said vaguely, "I'm preparing a spell... Because language affects magic, I'm learning the language of mermaids."

Mermals, like centaurs, have a prosperous culture and a highly organized social system, and they also refuse to become "humans".

However, Nietzsche guessed a little about Hermione's sudden interest in the language of mermaids.

"You have to deal with the merman... What a pity. No wonder Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic agreed with Karkaroff to ban Smaug from participating in the competition." Nietzsche got closer and guessed, "So you want to use a gentler way?"

If the second project is to fight underwater, then Hermione learning the language of mermen and turning them into friends is quite in line with her personality.

However, Hermione squinted her eyes, smiled mysteriously, and then showed an apologetic expression to Crookshanks.

"Be obedient, how about going to the Forbidden Forest by yourself tomorrow and finding Smaug for breakfast?" She took the Persian cat from Nietzsche's arms, her tone was very gentle, just like a mother who went out and told her son to be obedient at home.

But Nietzsche was not happy, as if he was an irresponsible parent.

He meant that such people are generally not Sherlock Holmes... Ah, he is also Sherlock Holmes, so it's okay.

"I don't have to compete." He said dryly, "Don't make it sound like you're telling Crookshanks what to do after your death."

"That's my point, dear~" Hermione took over as soon as she finished speaking, "I'm not very sure yet, and I can't drain the entire Black Lake like you can, so it's better to say some things in advance."

"What did you do behind my back..."

"Nothing!" Qiu Zhang suddenly appeared from behind the two of them, and she said lively, "Let's go, Hermione's sweetheart."

Nietzsche turned around and didn't see Cedric's figure. It was very strange and abnormal. This combination of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff was almost always stuck together.

"Let's go, Professor Snape called you to the office... Hurry up, I don't want to run back alone again." Qiu Zhang shuddered when he thought of that gloomy face, "Honestly, you should take care of yourself."