Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Nietzsche looked at the childish Hermione in astonishment, not knowing what to say for a moment.

If Watson knew what he had been doing since the beginning of the school, he might not say anything, but Mary was different, because she was a teacher.

"Did the Sorting Hat say... you might be more suitable for Slytherin than me."

Magic was with him, and he really hoped that Hermione would not become a lady like Aunt Irene.

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"Tell me, have you let him get in touch with the dark arts?"

"Everything is up to you... I have asked him to go to the restricted area, and he will know it soon."

"Very good~"

Quirrell stood in front of the floor-length mirror in the room. At this time, he had completely removed his turban, leaving only a bald head. His skin color was paler than when he first came in.

But if you were a little more careful, you would find that his scalp was wrinkled and smooth, not like a head.

And with that hoarse and low voice, the skin on his head would wrinkle, just like a person twisting his body to be more comfortable when sitting on a sofa.

"Master... Master, I know where that thing is hidden, but there are always people patrolling there..."

"Idiot! Isn't it enough to just kill one person to divert attention?"

Quirrell's body trembled, he looked very scared, and looked at the mirror with a sad face.

He was laughing...

"But Dumbledore will...will find out..."

"Don't dare to kill anyone...coward..." Perhaps he thought Quirrell was right, so he simply changed the subject, "How is the potion I asked you to prepare? Remember to send it out."

"That Muggle?" Quirrell's body hunched again, begging, "Master...please, I can do everything for you, that's just a Muggle, and it can't help you achieve your goal."

"Of course...of course, that Muggle is just part of the big plan, give him my improved poison, and the deal is over."

The voice was so weak that he seemed to fall asleep after saying a few words.

"Those Muggles also stole the poison formula you gave me, thinking they could copy it."

"Hehe, Muggles... Stupid..."

Quirrell called a few more times in a low voice, and was relieved when he didn't hear a response. The smile on his face became more mocking, but he still restrained his emotions and didn't show it.

Yes, he did let Nietzsche get in touch with the black magic.

It's just that the purpose of getting in touch with the black magic is to study, not to study blindly like he used to...Anyway, he didn't lie, so he didn't get noticed.

"Nietzsche, thanks to you, I can find myself back a little." He looked at the messy paper on the table, full of notes.

Diving into the essence of magic is so attractive that you will be immersed in it if you are not careful. Quirrell put on his turban again, and before going out, he drew out his wand and pointed it at his chin.

Before going out to prepare for the mission, he needs to be fully prepared.

Reversing reality and dreams, Quirrell, this is what you are best at, and you have been good at it since childhood.

"Confusing the audience!"

With a tremor in his body, he escaped from reality.

Volume 1: Chapter 37 Halloween Eve

After a few days of reading, Nietzsche found that his argument was right---the limit of wizards is the upper limit of their thoughts.

At this point, Transfiguration perfectly illustrates his argument.

"Mr. Holmes, please put away the books of the Charms class in my class." Professor McGonagall walked to his desk and said helplessly, "Someone in Gryffindor already knows the conversion spell, and turning a match into a needle is nothing."

Does that person in Gryffindor need to be thought about?

This kind of spell should be learned by fourth graders, and only Hermione can understand it in the first grade of Gryffindor.

However, thanks to the study group, many little snakes also know this knowledge beyond the school year, and because the basic theory is filled, Slytherin's Transfiguration course will progress a little faster.

Slytherin little snake: Nietzsche really didn't lie, Granger really wasted her talent in Gryffindor!

"The first person who transforms the snail on your table into a teacup can get five points!"

There are many kinds of experimental objects in the Transfiguration classroom, from flying in the sky to planting on the ground. These are small animals that are used by young wizards to train Transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium and looked at the Slytherins below. Now that they have completely integrated into the college, their learning progress is very rapid. Last week, everyone can turn matches into silver needles.

So this class has begun to learn the transformation of living things.

"I have a question!" Nietzsche looked at the slowly crawling snail on the table and asked puzzledly.

"Please go ahead~"

"If I don't know what a teacup looks like, can I still transform it?"

"Of course...no." Professor McGonagall focused her eyes on him and gave him a rare smile. "Because of this, sometimes the transformed object will make some small mistakes because of the wizard."

"So some mistakes come from understanding?"

McGonagall didn't turn around for a while. After thinking carefully about the performance of students from various colleges before, she slowly nodded.

During the first transformation exercise, she asked students to transform a match into a needle, but even if everyone succeeded, there would be many subtle differences.

For example, some silver needles are thicker, some have wider threading holes, and some look like old antiques in museums...

"Yes, but there are no standards for these errors. As long as the object is correct, it is enough. Is there any problem?"

"No, I just happened to have an idea..."

"Ideas? This time it's about Professor Flitwick, or about Quirinus." McGonagall glared at him, "One point from Slytherin, why can't you be more attentive like Miss Granger. "

here we go!

A comparison method unique to the Transfiguration class, and its reference is always that Hermione Granger.

"Because I don't plan to take away Hermione's favorite. If Professor McGonagall also becomes my after-school teacher, she will probably kill me out of jealousy."

"Stop talking like this!"

But when everyone began to concentrate on practicing, Professor McGonagall turned around and secretly smiled a few times.

Is this the student Dumbledore needs to pay attention to?

In her opinion, they are almost like children, except that they have a sweeter mouth and more humorous words. Professor McGonagall is happy to get along with such students in class because they are very comfortable.

Professor McGonagall put her hands in front of her body, looked behind him and smiled: "I don't know if Granger will be sad because of this, but what is certain is that your classmates can't do without your help now. ..."

That's it, she had long been unhappy with Slytherin led by Snape.

It is normal for classmates to take care of each other. She was thinking about Nietzsche's future in her heart. If nothing else happened, he might be a good teacher who teaches and educates people.

But she misunderstood one thing - Slytherin was not a unity like Hufflepuff and Gryffin, but a community of interests.

This was even more prominent during Friday's Potions class.

In order to make their image a little more positive, little snakes can remind the lion next to them from time to time that they have made mistakes... After all, when they think about it in the future, they don't want others to think of themselves as a bad person.

"When grinding lavender into powder, drop in the Flobber caterpillar slime. Do not add it separately."

Neville heard his desk leader give a reminder without raising his head.

He was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw Snape walking in front of him, he immediately threw the materials at hand into the mortar.

Then Snape stood in front of Neville and stopped. He didn't dare to breathe out, for fear that he would be deducted points due to blowing away the powder with his breath. But luckily, Snape just pulled out an ugly corner of his mouth.

He glanced at the little snake next to him and said coldly: "Mr. Longbottom doesn't look too stupid."

Neville's hanging heart was finally relieved. As soon as the old bat looked past him to find the next unlucky guy, he immediately smiled innocently at the Slytherin beside him to show his gratitude.

"Thank you...thank you..."

"Just call me Theodore," Nott said calmly.

"It would be nice if only Malfoy of all of you were like that." Neville whispered hesitantly, "I thought you... you were only looking for Hermione because..."

Theodore Nott only had twenty seconds to spare after adjusting the flame to medium heat with his wand.

"For a prank? We don't have that time... Granger put aside her prejudices and helped us a lot. Why should we play tricks on her?"

However, he didn't finish his words. He just looked over the shoulders of the two Gryffindor girls in front and looked at Nietzsche and Hermione in the front row. The two of them were in perfect harmony with the steps of making the potion.

As soon as the former finished processing, the latter grabbed the materials and threw them into the crucible, as if everything was done at exactly the right time.

Playing tricks on Hermione Granger?

Let’s not talk about whether they are that bored. Even if they do, Nietzsche will probably be the first to come quietly to their door.

"Sorry." Neville scratched his head, knowing that he was stupid and didn't say much.

"What happened recently?" Ron felt the subtle influence around him and said in disbelief, "Slytherin and Gryffindor coexist peacefully? Are they crazy, or am I crazy?!"

When he saw Neville being helped by a Slytherin, he thought he was hallucinating and rubbed his eyes hard.

But Harry's mind was not on this, and he just nodded in agreement: "Don't you know Hermione's study group? I heard her say that those Slytherins are all for having a good study environment after class."

It is also distinguished from after-school tutoring.

He once met his cousin Dudley. Sometimes because his grades were too poor, Mr. and Mrs. Vernon would always hire some tutors to give him compulsory tutoring on weekends...

This is completely different, because they can leave when they want. When they want to study, they can just go to the library and meet people and sit together.

"Aha, it seems that you two are very confident in your potion skills." Snape suddenly came behind the two of them, leaned down and put his head between them, "Mr. Weasley's sleeping potion will be ready soon." It’s going to be crazy.”

This wasn't over yet, he then stretched out an index finger from his sleeve and dipped some dry powder into the mortar in Ron's hand.

"Five points from Gryffindor. I made it very clear in the last lesson. The two ingredients must be together!"

Snape looked victorious, he finally found an unlucky guy in this class.

"But that's not what the book says!" Harry opened the book unconvinced, "It says... you only need to add two powders of materials into the crucible."

"Now our Mr. Potter begins to think that everything in the book is correct again." Professor Snape scolded, "Two more points from Gryffindor. Potter, put away your arrogance. Here Not your flying lesson!”

Then he tossed his black robe and strode towards the front row.

He just wanted to see something that would make him feel happy, so he came to the first row and took a look at the cauldron into which Hermione had just put four portions of valerian.

The almost perfect potion actually came from Gryffindor... Snape gave Nietzsche a quick look.

"If you want the lavender to be ground into a fine paste, you need to add a drop of caterpillar mucus in advance when grinding." The professor poured some lavender-red potion into the bottle, "Gryffindor... one point. "

This was something he had said last Friday, and Hermione had obviously taken note of it.

This is what a well-behaved student should do, instead of blindly following the backward knowledge in the book and taking detours.

"Do you think there is a possibility that the old bat might have gained points because Nietzsche was sitting next to him?" Lavender shrank from the chair and hid his face behind the crucible.

But Parvati's opinion was completely opposite to hers.

"It's not like..."

"Why?"

"If that's the case, Snape could have banned Nietzsche and Hermione from sitting together."

It's getting closer to Halloween.

Relatively speaking, Hermione was also getting busier and busier. While she was worrying about her studies, she also had to move around between different people.

Even Harry and Ron had to squeeze in with other people for various homework and assignments, especially Harry, who not only had to face those assignments, but also three nights of Quidditch training on a certain day.

And Hermione couldn't tutor them in Potions alone in the Gryffindor common room like she did at the beginning of school.

"She and Nietzsche have been in the library recently." Ron looked frustrated, "Yes, getting mixed up with those Slytherins, even Neville has changed, Harry...don't tell me, You want to go too."

"Do I expect you to help me complete History of Magic and Potions?"

Harry shook his head and could only walk through the secret door of the moving stairs to the door of the library alone.

As soon as he entered, he could see several long tables pushed together. Dozens of people were crowded there, whispering to each other, discussing and studying. The windows were closed, and the warm temperature made him feel trance-like.

When Harry found a seat and sat down, listening to the rustle of paper in his ears, this trance became even more intense.

"You're finally here..." Hermione just said hello hastily.

"Harry?" Nietzsche sat next to the girl and waved, "You can temporarily borrow Theodore and Hubble's notes. If you don't come here, there will be almost no room here."

Harry looked at the students around him. Most of them were from Slytherin.

However, those people only looked up at him and glanced at him. They were just busy with their homework, interrupting from time to time to remind him of his mistakes. Harry had never experienced a normal relationship between classmates before.