Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I will!" Hermione stood in front of him and made a grand oath, "If I become the principal in the future, I will hang a sign on the door of this office - 'Principal's Office'. Throw everything out.”

So scary~~

Open the swing door, and the dirty slide turns into a movable spiral stone staircase, which makes it easier for everyone to enter and exit.

"It would be better if Umbridge's office was in the basement." Harry slapped the thick brick wall hard and said with malice, "If you ask me, she is the only one who can disgust Snape now."

"Do you still hate him so much?" Neville struggled to move the bookshelf over and asked holding his breath, "Didn't you say that Snape once..."

The tall bookshelf leaned against the spot where Harry had just slapped it. Hermione waved her wand, and more than fifty magic books automatically lined up and flew in from the door, filling the bookshelf.

"But he deserves it!" Harry interrupted his friend, "He would rather believe a little Death Eater than... you know?"

"You are jealous of Malfoy," Ginny said calmly.

"I eat his? Ha! I just hate that he always talks about my mother." Harry gestured with his fingers and continued, "Maybe my mother chose my father because of him."

Neville pretended to be deaf and didn't speak, and Nietzsche didn't speak rashly. It was better to leave this matter to Ginny.

I saw Ginny cast an apologetic look at several people, and then forcefully thrust a copy of the "Broomstick Care Manual" into Harry's arms. It was like a chili pepper, just the right amount of spicy and flavorful.

"Actually, Ron is the least outstanding one in the family. He is not as smart as the eldest brother and the second brother, and he is not as lively as George and Fred. Do you know why he can always play with us?" Ginny said, "He will learn."

"Ron's grades are not much higher than mine..." Harry complained.

"But he is currently receiving Quidditch goalkeeper training, and he is working hard to chase my two brothers and you...I mean, Snape doesn't care what you think now, you have to learn to prove yourself."

Nissei looked at the red-haired girl in front of him again with wonder.

"Don't forget that Ginny used to be a Harry fan. She knows everything about Harry." Hermione seemed to see through his thoughts, so she held his shoulder and whispered.

Ahem, I see, Nietzsche thought that this youngest Weasley had some extraordinary talent.

Harry is a prefect, but he is not qualified in the eyes of Professor Snape. After all, this 'prefect' is considered by the professor to be Dumbledore's willful act, and it really makes no difference whether he has it or not.

But in this brief thought, Nietzsche paused for a rare moment: Is this what Dumbledore did?

Good guy, really good guy. The principal's control of human nature has been so delicate that with just a push of the hand, he can use the environment to make everything develop for the better... Nietzsche said that he had learned new skills again.

"As a prefect, you have to learn something, right?" Hermione followed closely.

"Quidditch, I'm familiar with this," Harry said.

To be sure, this is the only thing he can be proud of, but...

Nietzsche roared in his heart: Was there a mistake? Your father, James Potter, is also a good Quidditch player. Are you showing off this fact in front of Snape because you think you have lived too long? !

He could guarantee that if Harry really used Quidditch to stimulate him, maybe Snape could really do something that Voldemort couldn't do.

Wait, let him think about it...can the protection of ancient magic stop poison?

"Potions." Nietzsche extended a helping hand when necessary. "The only place where you can take revenge on Snape is through Potions."

Combining Snape's attitude and his disappointment with Harry, it is not difficult to guess the fact that Lily was probably a potions genius.

Hermione became alert. She knew that Nietzsche was not kind enough to bring together the professor and student who were jealous of each other when they met.

"Maybe even if I memorize the whole book, he can make some excuses." But Harry's tone was obviously hesitant, which meant that he was weighing, "Because Petunia said that Snape and his mother had already entered school. We’ve known each other since before.”

Is it a matter of time...

This is something that needs to be considered additionally, because Snape knew James Potter and Lily earlier, so he had the most regrets and unwillingness. Thinking of this, Nietzsche suddenly raised his finger and pointed at Harry.

"you're right."

"Are you referring to the matter of 'deserved'?" Harry did not hesitate to use his venomous tongue.

"That's right!" Nietzsche clapped his hands heavily, "That's what you said 'deserves it'. When Snape entered Slytherin, it was Voldemort's heyday. He must have done something... This is you Advantages!”

"So I don't have to learn potions?"

"No, you still have to learn, but you don't have to worry about not getting good results." Nietzsche rubbed his chin and showed a mean smile, as if he had grasped everyone's thoughts.

At this time, Neville interrupted: "I still had a herbal medicine book last semester. Harry, you should take a look."

Harry walked away with a frown on his face, probably discussing his upcoming Potions tuition.

"You want to take advantage of the title of 'Savior'." Hermione waited until they reached the other side and continued to carry things, then stood aside and said.

Nietzsche looked at her dumbly. In fact, he no longer needed to use the name of Harry Potter. This rare good thing should be left to Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, so he would be humble.

"Not close enough," he said, shaking his head.

"It can't be Snape, isn't he already helping us?" Hermione was puzzled.

"But he didn't cut it clean as he should..." Nietzsche sighed sadly, leaning his shoulders to both sides, "Hermine, Goyle, Crabbe and other Death Eaters of all sizes died, but why did it happen during the summer vacation? No sign of Draco?"

People are complex, and every choice always involves too many unknown factors.

Forget it, let Snape regain the power of choice this time.

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(Sorry, sorry, this chapter is late. Fox has been visiting relatives all day and didn’t go home until 11 o’clock to make up for it, which means there will be double updates on the 16th. Of course, the original updates will be slowly restored in the future)

Chapter 324 Detention and Imprisonment

Perhaps because Umbridge had made enough observations, the next day, a new notice was posted in Hogwarts:

Please invite Blaise Sabine, Millicent Bursted, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy... and others to be investigated by the Ministry of Magic's special investigators in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

However, the time was not written clearly on it. This was not because Umbridge was stupid enough to forget to write it down, because in the few days since this notice was issued, they no longer had even the most basic class time and could be summoned at any time.

Maybe it's herbal medicine class, maybe it's transfiguration class...

"Mr. Shabini, come out." In the Charms class, Umbridge suddenly opened the door and rushed into the classroom to give orders to the unfortunate guy.

Professor Flitwick was sitting on a high chair with three books stacked on it. His expression was not so kind because he was interrupted so rashly. He was circling his wand impatiently in his right hand.

Today's unlucky man is Blaise, and this is also the fifth time he has been summoned.

"Professor Umbridge, I have made it very clear that I have nothing to do with Death Eaters!" Blaise said dully, his butt glued to the stool, unwilling to get up at all.

"Good boy, of course you have no problem. I want to know more about Mrs. Chabini, come here quickly."

However, Blaise didn't move. First he lowered his head and grinded his teeth, then turned his head to look at Professor Flitwick.

"Can I take it that you are refusing the summons?" Umbridge raised her brows and said in a low voice, "Rejecting the summons from the Ministry of Magic will affect your risk assessment and may lead to expulsion~ "

"Well, he will go after his classes, and the Ministry of Magic has no right to expel students," Professor Flitwick said.

Umbridge covered her mouth and let out a very fake laugh, which made the professor twitch his beard with anger, and Blaise Sabine finally left, allowing the remaining people to breathe.

The only thing worth noting is the 'danger assessment', which sounds very authoritarian. Nietzsche suspected that Umbridge was a bit too extreme.

Harry on the other side is not much better. He needs to solve the Potions dilemma before Halloween. He is no different from a prisoner in that he is extremely reluctant but forced to learn.

The Slytherin gang faced Umbridge, while Harry faced Nietzsche.

"You don't have to be too harsh. Just raise your Potions score to the excellent level in the Owls exam." After class, Nietzsche would return to the temporary office on the fourth floor to help with tutoring.

Harry's time was almost always scheduled after Quidditch practice. His cloak was stained with rainwater, and his spectacle lenses were also covered with a layer of mist due to the temperature difference between inside and outside the castle.

"Only?" Harry said coldly.

"Hermione and I are already at NEWTs level."

Harry opened his mouth, as if he wanted to curse something, and his face looked confused, as if he didn't know what to say.

"Master of Practical Potions is an academic publication. Although your foundation is not too bad, Snape can use this publication to pick on you more than enough..." Nietzsche waved his wand, and several books shook. It floated down from the bookshelf.

There is no difficulty in silent spellcasting for commonly used spells, it just requires changing the recitation to silent recitation.

This was just something that practice makes perfect, but it still made Harry exclaim in surprise, and then he lowered his head and sighed at himself as if he was stimulated.

Nietzsche asked Harry to memorize the potion while explaining the small steps in detail. His thinking was very clear, and he even listed the meaning of each potion ingredient and the corresponding spell.

"Flux...Flux is translated as flow, and the magic contained in it is the 'variability of the body' in Polyjuice Potion." Harry felt as if his mind had been opened. "Remembering the potion this way is better than memorizing it." Relaxed."

"Memory by rote? Potions is the subject that requires the most logical thinking. Just make some connections..." Nietzsche laughed.

"Hermione, she has a unique magic that can memorize half a magic book overnight."

Nietzsche instantly retracted the scoffing sound in his throat and fell into a brief silence.

Well, that was an exception, but Hermione wasn't like that for everything.

"You don't have the brains to learn." Nietzsche bluntly dispelled the other party's illusions.

Although Harry learned quickly with the help of reverse reasoning, for some reason, he would be tongue-tied and stammer whenever he encountered Snape's questions in Potions class, even if he knew the answer.

Come on, at least you can pass Owls, what are you panicking about! Harry!

Occasionally, other students would come in and out through the trapdoor, and Nietzsche would not let Harry put down his textbooks until an hour before curfew, and go to the classroom with him to drive the Weasley twins back to the dormitory.

It was like this every time. If conditions allowed, George and Fred might be happy to sleep in this basement.

"Umbridge asked me something..." Harry held his wand and followed Nietzsche to turn off the lights from the deepest part of the basement.

"Is she targeting you?"

"No, it's more like she's helping me out. For example, she asked me questions like 'what did Malfoy do in school before' after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday."

"She's doing a risk assessment." Nietzsche analyzed, "drawing up an assessment form based on past actions and personality."

And based on Umbridge's previous questioning of each professor, she might consider the future study arrangements of those 'suspected Death Eaters' or 'suspected associates' based on this assessment form:

For example, when the score reaches a certain level, the student will be prohibited from learning certain magic or potions.

"It's not just me, there are others, God knows if everyone will say that he was arrogant and domineering before." Harry said with a headache.

The last light in the basement went out under the crisp "Knox", and Nietzsche could still hear the crisp sound of the winged keys colliding in the air while standing on the spiral staircase.

It was as if their souls were locked behind the heavy wooden door, knocking the doorbell and making it ding...

"Good night, Harry, I hope you succeed."

"Good night, Nietzsche."

Chapter 325 Lily, Snape and Malfoy

October was about to end in a storm, and Hermione became busier. Since she became a prefect, she had many more things to do, so her hair was messier than during the holidays.

After all, the brown, slightly curly long hair was the body, and Nietzsche only needed to observe whether it had been taken care of to determine Hermione's recent condition.

From first-year students to seventh-year students preparing for the NWETs exam, they all wore an armor charm amulet containing rune magic on their chests. It was like a silver Sik in class, and it would emit a blue-white light when needed.

"What is that?" In the last potion class on Halloween, Snape finally couldn't hold back.

The dazzling silver reflections made his eyes narrow. It was obvious that the people in the whole classroom were also divided into several parts by these amulets.

"Amulet." Neville didn't dare to breathe, pinching his throat and said, "It's very tight, it won't fall into the crucible..."

"No, I'm talking about the pattern on it." Snape said.

"It's the Rune Snake."

This is the emblem of the Army of Gentlemen: a giant snake with three ferocious heads, its tail is spiraled like a spring, and the whole looks as if it is biting the prey staring at it with three pairs of eyes;

At the bottom, there is a line of small words "Don't step on me".

These are all amulets that Nietzsche has improved personally. Anyone who wears it means "this person is protected."

"It's really interesting, it reminds me of something." Snape bent down and looked at it for a while, and said softly, "The mark of the Dark Lord, anyone who is marked obeys the Dark Lord, and the Death Eaters are also protected by the Dark Lord."

The professor glanced at Gryffindor, so Harry straightened his back and looked back fearlessly.

"This is the difference..." Harry muttered.

Because he was murmuring deliberately, the sound was a little louder than a real whisper, which attracted a lot of attention in the usually silent Potions classroom.

"What?" Snape turned his head and looked at him.

"It's like the difference between Aconitum and Belladonna. Although they look very similar, one is a toxic ingredient, while the other is non-toxic and used to activate the effect of the ingredients, mainly for catalysis." Harry said intermittently.

This is actually one of the methods Nietzsche taught him: sarcasm should also have a bit of Snape flavor.

That's right, Harry has to get rid of some James flavor, at least he has to mix some potion slang in his way of speaking, and if possible, it's better to think about how to add some Lily flavor.

"Damn it, I'm going to lose points again." Hermione said calmly.