Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The pure-bloods clung to their one-third acre of land, vigorously promoted the theory of pure blood, opposed the establishment of diplomatic relations between wizards and Muggles, and even launched the first magic war, and they did not lose completely.

Yes, it was the purebloods who started the war.

Nietzsche looked at the crudely recorded history of magic and never thought that the mysterious man who could not even be named was the culprit of everything.

The mysterious man is obviously a product of war, just like the firearms and steam battleships invented in the industrial revolution wars...

Although Warrington is a half-blood wizard, he has been exposed to the magical world since he was very young, so he knows very little about Muggle history. Fortunately, there is a young wizard like Hubble among the new students, who can explain it to him.

Warrington's horizons were opened, and he was very excited just hearing about the powerful weapons made by Muggles.

"So those purebloods who monopolize the magic world will one day fail?" He tugged on his clothes tightly with both hands, "I understand, we don't have to join a team that is bound to be a loser."

If Nietzsche hadn't appeared, he might have turned to purebloods because of Flint's beating.

But it was precisely this hope that made Warrington solidify his original idea - he didn't need to be a pureblood dog to get what he deserved.

"We are Slytherins, why do we have to give up our best interests..."

Nietzsche observed the circle carefully and became a little intoxicated when these people were excited. He loved to see these weak people standing up to resist the powerful.

This kind of moment makes the individual full of vitality.

"Yes, we are Slytherins." The little snakes of Muggle blood fell into fantasy and had some contempt for the unspoken rules set by pure blood.

Fantasy, of course you have to fantasize... If you can't even dream, how can you have the courage to take the next step?

"Of course, this doesn't mean that we have to retaliate in the same way as the purebloods, otherwise we will be no different from them." Nietzsche said step by step, "Start with the smallest one and fully express yourself... How about? "

His words made the little snakes intoxicated.

No one wants to suppress themselves just to suit the entire environment.

"Isn't Salazar Slytherin also a friend of Gryffindor... He has never suppressed his own personality for the sake of others." Warrington suddenly realized, "Yes, I understand!"

Since Flint makes people angry but dare not speak out on the Quidditch team, he can go to other teams to exert pressure.

Warrington turned his head and looked at the Gryffindor table. In his impression, Wood was a good opponent. He also had a bad relationship with Marcus Flint. Maybe he could give it a try.

Nietzsche was confused by him.

Do you understand? What do you understand?

"What I mean is that you don't have to care about the pure-blood rules and you can play with whoever you want. If you have many friends, you can maximize your benefits."

"That's right! I have always fallen into misunderstandings before. It turns out that half-bloods and Muggles cannot play pure-bloods in Slytherin. The most fundamental reason is because---we have always been under other people's rules of the game."

After Warrington's explanation, Hubble and Theodore felt a little more understanding, and looked at Nietzsche with more admiration in their eyes.

As expected, he was the one who isolated the pro-pure-blood faction of Slytherin. He sees things from a different perspective. This is the real Slytherin!

Nietzsche watched Warrington pick up the cup filled with juice, strode towards Gryffindor, and silently took a bite of the pie.

The scene where Gryffindor's keeper and captain and Slytherin's former Chaser chatted on the eve of the Quidditch match seemed to have an unfathomable absurdity.

Nietzsche always felt that Slytherin would be led astray by him...

Maybe, maybe, probably, probably.

Volume 1: Chapter 35 Slytherin must change

"There is nothing new in the wizarding world. The only thing I am happy about is that I can break through time and feel how the Germans lived after the end of World War I. In addition, the Slytherin house where I live is also very harmonious..."

Nietzsche stopped writing, looked at the wizards mingling with each other, and shrugged.

This is already the second weekend, and Slytherin has gradually split into two parts - the pro-pure-blood faction and the liberal faction.

It's none of his business, Nietzsche could swear on this, many things were realized by the students themselves... Although he didn't know what those people at Warrington realized, at least there were a lot of new changes.

"Coward!" Hubble spat.

What a gentleman...

"What happened?"

"You don't know, Malfoy deducted twenty points the day before yesterday, and Potter joined the Quidditch team. He called Potter to a duel because of this unfair treatment, and the result... Ha! He actually told this matter Filch that squib!"

Hiss~ Why are these techniques so similar?

Did Malfoy copy it from Hermione?

"I can't believe this is what happened to the Malfoy heir."

Hubble and a few little snakes have seen through it, and Draco can only take out his father to scare people on weekdays. This cowardly behavior of avoiding a fight makes Slytherin's liberals even more disgusted.

When Warrington went downstairs, he said hello to a burly Gryffindor next to him.

If I guessed correctly, it should be Oliver Wood, the Quidditch captain of Gryffindor. As liberal Slytherins, they don't seem to be hiding it.

In Nietzsche's words: If you choose to benefit yourself, why do you have to choose a team that is bound to lose?

The professors in the guest seats didn't feel bad after seeing this change. Only Snape had a gloomy face, but he just stared at the little snakes chatting with other colleges.

Suddenly Hubble stood up and sat next to Nietzsche with another person.

"Hey! The Gryffindor table is opposite!"

Hermione didn't reply to him. She looked absent-minded. She just turned her head mechanically and stared at him for a long time with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong with your college?" She said tiredly, "I heard from Harry that since the flying class ended that day, your former chaser has been pestering Wood to talk about Quidditch..."

This is not the point. The point is that the two of them are still chatting very speculatively.

It was so weird. A former Slytherin team member and a Gryffindor captain were chatting enthusiastically. The Weasley twins even thought that Warrington was trying to gather intelligence.

"This is Slytherin's freedom. We like to make friends."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, they just don't want to make friends with Malfoy." Nietzsche spread his hands helplessly, "Isn't this a good opportunity for you? Now you can expand the number of people in the study group."

It's called a study group, but in fact there are not many people.

Neville and Hermione's two roommates would listen to her tutoring seriously, while Harry and Ron were just cramming at the last minute. They only forced themselves to memorize the book the night before the Potions class.

Hermione has complained about Gryffindor's learning environment more than once in private.

"You didn't sleep last night?" He found that Hermione had a dark circle under her eyelids. "Although I know you are worried about your grades, you don't have to stay up late to read books like this."

But then, Nietzsche found that Hermione's eyes were erratic and she didn't dare to look at him straight.

"I didn't stay up late... Well, I'm just a little tired recently." Hermione was silent for a while, and seemed to realize that she was sitting in the Slytherin seat, and quickly stood up, "After all, magic is so wonderful, what do you think?"

She really can't lie.

Because he knew that Hermione had mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, she wanted to use a table to draw up everything, what to do, what not to do, and what to do at what time, so there was no such thing as staying up late to learn magic.

But Nietzsche didn't immediately expose the little secret that Hermione didn't want to reveal.

"Hermione Granger? Is that the one that Professor McGonagall often praises in class?" Hubble raised some interest.

"If you want to learn something, just find her." Nietzsche felt that he was suspected by the other party, and immediately said innocently, "Platform... In addition to Professor Flitwick's duel club, are there other learning platforms in Hogwarts?"

Hubble and Theodore thought about it, and found that there was indeed no extracurricular public platform in Hogwarts.

Although Hermione's "study group" is not a real club, there is always an excuse to deceive oneself, which can make people feel the atmosphere of after-school study.

Besides, the school rules do not explicitly emphasize that students are not allowed to study in groups privately.

"The starting age for the duel club is to pass the OWLs assessment. You still have five years before that, and the platform is also very important in socializing."

Since you don't want to be suppressed by the Malfoy, Parkinson and other families, you must know how to use all resources reasonably.

"I understand, social means..."

"Just like those clubs at Oxford University!" Theodore Nott slapped his head and supplemented Hubble, "Many students from top and aristocratic schools can rely on this to gain a relationship after graduation."

Similarly.

In the future, no one knows what kind of achievements the people around them will make in the magic world. Maybe someone will become a businessman, politician, thief, ordinary worker...

But this means that they can rely on the friendship left by socializing on the platform to re-establish new connections. At that time, the network of relationships between individuals will spread throughout the magic world.

Points are connected into lines, and lines are woven into surfaces.

This is a huge force, and it is composed of interests and friendship - an unbreakable alliance.

"So, this is why I let you get free." Nietzsche wiped his hands with the tablecloth, raised his index finger and poked his heart, smiling, "You can't make any waves under the rules of pure blood."

Looking at the time, he found that it was almost time to go to the basement, otherwise Snape would nag him for a long time.

Nietzsche left the two people who were thinking and turned to walk towards the marble steps of the hall.

But his luck was a bit bad. Malfoy and his friends just finished dinner and were about to go back to the dormitory when they met Nietzsche on the steps of the basement. They immediately showed hateful eyes.

Nietzsche casually brushed the corner of his clothes that was touched: without turning his head, he said: "Master Malfoy, maybe the rules of pure blood can still be played for a few years, but it is no longer applicable after I came."

"What do you want to play!"

"Freedom!" he shouted, "Even assassination can't resist the advent of a new era!"

The cheerful voice echoed in the corridor of the basement.

Without even turning his head, he stretched out his right hand and made a reverse ‘V’ sign to the people behind him.

Nietzsche is a student with great potential and full of unknowns, because you never know what he will do next, and he may even use what just happened to achieve his own goals... at least in Snape's eyes.

Weekends are Nietzsche's potion training time, and also Snape's observation time.

"Your task today is the Living Hell Potion." Snape only acts like a normal professor when talking about potions, "But before that, I need you to tell me all the procedures."

There are only two of them in the entire underground classroom.

And the only things that can accompany Nietzsche here are the copper crucible, scale, and silver cutter in front of him.

"Clean the crucible first..." Nietzsche scraped the inner layer of the crucible with his fingers, "If there are stains on the copper and tin crucibles, it will greatly increase the possibility of the potion turning into poison."

Snape has never taken his eyes off him since he entered the door.

In response to Nietzsche's narration, he just made a long nasal sound to remind the other party to continue. Now he was watching the uncontrolled changes in Slytherin and had a lot of worries and questions.

"Then chop up the narcissus roots and add the wormwood infusion until the liquid in the crucible is like a cup of coffee without milk."

"The habits and medicines of wizards are mostly preserved from the Middle Ages. At that time, only valerian was called the "panacea" and had a sedative effect. It was perfect to use it with sleepy beans."

The accurate narration process made Snape squint and enjoy it very much.

"Potions... are amazing, right?" Snape surrounded him and seemed to always want to find fault. "Even if Muggles have all the raw materials for a potion and follow all the steps, they can't complete it."

This is what Snape is most proud of.

But Nietzsche heard what he meant. Obviously, the dean of Slytherin didn't like Muggles, and didn't like the gradual changes in Slytherin.

He seemed to be specially used to knock Nietzsche.

"Because of the 'stirring' step, wizards always use magic to guide when stirring with their wands."

"That's right, because of this, Muggles and Squibs who can't use magic can't make potions." Snape stopped behind him and said very proudly, "If you don't have magic, it's useless even if you deduce all the ingredients of the potion."

That's true, otherwise Holmes wouldn't have fallen into a dead end.

But unfortunately, Snape only noticed what Muggles couldn't do, while Nietzsche only focused on what Muggles could do and could do it to the extreme.

"But Muggles at least write down the dosage and proportion of narcissus root powder and sleepy bean juice."

"The crucibles in the wizarding world are of different sizes, so everyone will make a slight change in the measurement of about a spoonful." Although Snape didn't like the other party's superiority on the Muggle standpoint, he still explained it.

Potions... Only on this matter did Snape waste some saliva.

"Then the question is, why is there no standard for wizards' crucibles?"

"Each family has a different maker, isn't that strange! Mr. Holmes, you should worry about making it before bed today, instead of focusing on others."

Light the fire, and grind the narcissus root while waiting for the crucible to heat up.

Nietzsche's goal has been achieved. From the side details, he can roughly understand a corner of the magic world. Obviously, the things that the government departments here are responsible for are very trivial and disorganized.

First, the politics and academia of the Ministry of Magic may be completely divided.

Second, as for individual operators who sell crucibles and other items, they only need to ensure that the items are not inferior products, that is, the capacity affected by the shape and carvings is not within their responsibility.

This leads to a very serious problem---because the Ministry of Magic does not control, the dosage of the potion can never be kept consistent.

"No wonder it's so vague..."

Nietzsche can't care so much, so he can only pour a standard spoonful into the crucible first.