Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Only when Nietzsche came over did he raise his head.

"How's it going?" Nietzsche hooked his shoulder cheerfully.

"Like a dream..." Harry lowered his head and whispered.

"In fact, they heard you were coming, but they were fully prepared." He pointed at the little snake opposite Harry, "Even if they are so honest now, they will definitely be secretly happy when they return to the dormitory."

Is this still a reserved and conservative Slytherin?

Harry couldn't believe it until he heard several coughs and Slytherin's dissatisfaction, which was a kind of shame after being exposed in person.

But Hermione was a little unhappy. She asked while reading, "Did you come alone?"

"Ahem...Ron...Ron, he still has something to do..."

"Come on, he just doesn't want to admit that I'm right!" Hermione snorted softly, "I don't understand the difference between retaining prejudice against another house and the original Slytherin."

Nietzsche was a little confused as he listened to the conversation between the two.

So he approached Hermione and asked curiously: "Is it about the duel between you and Malfoy that day?"

Hermione nodded and didn't say anything more. Being caught in the middle, she just weighed it briefly before turning her attention to others again. She would not give up everything she had now just because of such a thing.

She shook her head in disappointment.

"I'm going back to rest first." "Me too."

As time passed, many people returned to their respective lounges.

At this time, Hermione and Harry exchanged glances. Both of them stared at each other and shook their heads.

"What do you want to say?" He closed the book.

Harry cleared his throat, hesitated for a long time, and finally kicked the ball to Hermione.

"Say it."

"That's your business, Harry... I don't want to get involved in that." Hermione turned her head, glanced at Nietzsche quickly, and added, "No one wants to, including Nietzsche, that's all. "

But the more she said this, the more intense Nietzsche's curiosity became.

Harry's emerald green eyes were seen nervously looking at the people at the end of the long table.

"Do you know that Gringotts was robbed?"

"If Gringotts has only been robbed once recently...then I should know."

"Yes, that's it!" Harry lowered his head and waited until Nietzsche got closer before continuing, "The report said that the murderer grabbed an empty item, but I know where the item was hidden. I saw Hagrid take it with my own eyes. Passed by.”

Hagrid... that tall giant... Harry had seen it with his own eyes?

Nietzsche's thoughts were instantly brought to before the start of school. When he was waiting for Watson to exchange pounds for gold galleons at Gringotts, he did see the tall giant, and that familiar figure might be Harry.

"I know he's hidden, but guarded by a three-headed dog..."

"I understand. The murderer didn't know that Hagrid had taken the treasure long ago and that the treasure was hidden in the school."

As expected of Nietzsche, Harry didn't need to tell the whole thing from beginning to end.

"Someone is trying to steal it! Nietzsche!"

"But this is Hogwarts." Hermione interrupted him, "A school with the most powerful wizard of this century as its principal, who wouldn't want to come here?"

If this is the case, it would be better to go directly to Azkaban, which is more convenient and saves the trouble.

Volume One: Chapter 38 Quirrell’s Abnormality

Hermione thought it was impossible for thieves to break into Hogwarts.

Although Nietzsche wanted to refute her, for now, Hermione's statement made sense, unless this treasure was priceless and she was willing to let a thief risk being caught in Azkaban under Dumbledore's nose. Jump around.

Harry originally wanted Nietzsche to give it a try, but he didn't think too much about it, so he temporarily let go of the treasure hidden in the corridor on the fourth floor.

The day after Hermione finished her homework to her satisfaction, trouble came to her door.

Nietzsche, who had just finished her herbal medicine class, saw Hermione frowning in the distance when he passed the central courtyard, with Ron on the other side, and Harry between them.

"You asked Harry to tell Nietzsche about this?" Ron shouted, having just come out of the Charms classroom.

"Otherwise?" Hermione asked bluntly.

"You...you knew that the person who caused us to run around that day was Slytherin! Now, you still want to tell them this! Sorry, I forgot...you are with them."

In fact, when Harry was provoked by Malfoy that day, the first person to shout was Hermione, but the only experienced person did not intend to get involved in this kind of thing again.

The last time I said it was the last time.

Hermione seemed to have heard some joke and sneered a few times: "If it's because we learn from each other, then we are indeed in the same group. Not only that, I will also be with Ravenclaw in the future!"

She didn't feel like she had done anything wrong.

Nietzsche saw Harry sandwiched between the two of them with a sullen expression. He glanced to the left, then immediately to the right, and it was difficult for him to say anything.

"Ignorant! Standing still!"

"I'm ignorant?!" Ron's mood was extremely bad. "I've known since I was a child how many dark wizards there are in Slytherin and how many innocent people they have killed. It doesn't matter if you are friends with Nietzsche, but at least don't tell others about everything. explain!"

As he spoke, he took Harry's arm and dragged him towards him.

It seemed that everything was because of Hermione that Harry did this. Ron forgot that his friends had freedom. If Harry didn't want to say it, even if Hermione gave suggestions, it would be useless.

"No wonder you don't have many friends in Gryffindor. Maybe you are more suitable for Ravenclaw!"

Hermione was angry at first, and then calmed down again. She stared at Ron expressionlessly until the latter lowered his head because of nervousness, then turned and walked towards the tower with moving stairs.

She needed to go to the library to calm down.

Even Harry, after hearing this, looked at Ron in surprise.

"Are you crazy? Although she is usually very tough, at least she treats us as friends..."

If it were someone else, maybe he would go up to Ron to ask for an explanation, but Nietzsche didn't, even though he also hated Weasley's words... because such radical means would only make the contradiction more acute.

But this is also a good thing.

Because Hermione is a very strong person, she will not allow others to have any unreasonable accusations against her behavior, so Ron's emotional language is just a catalyst.

"Let me think, maybe I can go to the library to read some books before the Halloween party starts in the evening."

Today is the last day of October, and the evening is the eve of Halloween. This time is usually the craziest party time, so the last time to enter the library today is during this time.

After all...faculty and staff also need to rest on Halloween Eve.

Nietzsche sighed that he was really a wizard who loved learning and was considerate of others.

Of course, if he happened to see Hermione, and if she was very sad, he could comfort her by the way.

From the central courtyard to the gate, you can see that every corner of the castle is filled with those strange decorations-

The hall alone can smell the fragrance and sweetness of roasted pumpkins; the armor on the wall will make a gloomy howl when people pass by; and the flames in the pumpkin lanterns are also blue, flickering, and bats fly out from time to time.

"Happy Halloween, Nietzsche!"

Professor Flitwick dressed up as a garden gnome and threw candy to every student he met on the road.

"This is your reward for not making trouble in class..." He also quietly stuffed an extra blue frog-shaped hard candy, "Honeydukes' latest mint toad candy, don't tell me it was given by me."

Everyone had no classes in the afternoon, and the professors were rarely free.

At this time, he saw Professor Quirrell staggering out of the corridor on the left side of the hall. When he saw Nietzsche, he smiled and nodded, and quickly wiped his hands covered with mud on his clothes.

When Nietzsche walked in, the garlic smell was different from usual, and it was a bit sour.

"The banquet tonight is still a while away, Quirinus, hurry up and change into a cleaner set of clothes!" Flitwick pinched his nose and retched a few times, "Did you fall into the toilet?"

Quirrell blinked and glanced at Nietzsche nervously.

"I went to dig herbs... You know, Sprout's greenhouse likes to use dragon... dung as fertilizer..."

On weekdays, when they were in class, they could smell something even with a stuffy nose, and the garlic and pumpkin fragrance could not be covered.

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes and looked at the professor from head to toe out of habit, but Quirrell also noticed his gaze, so he waved his hand with a smile and hurried upstairs.

As if he didn't want to disturb the two people's interest.

"Didn't he dislike potions before?" Flitwick looked at his back, muttering while looking at another student.

But Nietzsche knew that the professor didn't say everything.

If the herbs were dug from the greenhouse normally, the soil would not be attached to the side of the shoes. Today's weather was cold and dry, and it couldn't be muddy water on the road. The only wet places outside were the Black Lake and... the Forbidden Forest.

Did he go to the Forbidden Forest to dig herbs?

Nietzsche walked to the fifth floor while thinking.

Perhaps the little wizards all wanted to experience the castle during the festival, and Hermione was the only one in the library... So he happened to take a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and happened to sit opposite Hermione.

He didn't say anything, just reading by himself. The quiet atmosphere made Hermione think she was back in elementary school.

"Today is the first festival in Hogwarts."

After a while, Hermione was the first to lose her temper.

"So?" Nietzsche raised his head and looked at her strangely.

"Don't you all like to wear those weird clothes and ask for candy everywhere? The library..." She suddenly realized that she couldn't look at the other person with normal eyes, but still said with her neck stiff, "The library is not suitable to come now."

In fact, Hermione didn't read a word.

She sat there for several hours, staring at the words on the book, as if she could see the true nature of magic through these Latin words.

"Miss Granger, maybe you haven't noticed it yourself, but I still want to say---since I sat there for two hours and twenty-four minutes, you have only turned the book three times, and one of them was turning forward."

"What about you?" Hermione, who was exposed, simply stopped pretending, pushed the book forward, and said with a red face, "Look...look...Is it that you read the book when I read it so carefully?"

Nietzsche raised his head silently and stared at the pair of chocolate eyes.

Hermione glared back not to be outdone, and the two of them just stared at each other across the table, as if whoever gave up first would lose.

Suddenly, a cough was heard at the end of the long table. Madam Pince slapped her chest violently. She had just choked while drinking water while watching the two people's duel. When she found that the two people turned their heads, she quickly waved her hand to signal.

"Don't worry about me, you...you continue...continue..."

But after such an interruption, they couldn't solidify the atmosphere again.

The two pursed their lips and finally laughed together.

"You should go...go for a walk with your friends." Hermione lowered her head, and her cheeks puffed up again. "As popular as you are, you will definitely get the most candy from the professors."

Nietzsche seemed to reject her proposal.

"Usually on holidays like this, I wait in the house for Mrs. Hudson to bring up the candies that haven't been given out. What about you?"

"Me?" Hermione looked sad, her eyes full of envy, "On holidays like this, I usually stay at home and watch others get candies..."

But before he finished speaking, Nietzsche waved his wand and returned "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" to its original place. Madam Pince at the end of the long table looked at Nietzsche who stood up to tidy up his clothes and shook her head repeatedly, sighing.

In fact, she herself didn't know why she felt sorry.

Hermione looked at the empty seat opposite and listened to the cheerful voices outside, and sighed.

Perhaps the banquet has already begun, and Madam Pince will close the library later. She doesn't want to embarrass the faculty and staff, because Hermione knows how precious this kind of entertainment festival is to them.

Suddenly, she felt something jumping around on her head, and she reached out to grab it and found it was a blue frog candy.

"I almost forgot, Professor Flitwick gave me two. He said... This is a reward for us not making trouble in class. I heard it is the latest product of Honeydukes..."

Hermione turned around and found Nietzsche leaning against the oak door at the entrance of the library, leaning sideways and winking at her.

Apparently, he hadn't left yet.

Nietzsche saw the dull Hermione and continued to shout, "Do you still want me to stand at the door with a stack of books?"

Of course, what he was talking about was the second transfer. Hermione heard it, but she deliberately turned around, leaned on the back of the chair with both hands, and shouted back in the library.

"Of course! That day I stood there waiting for a whole afternoon!!"

"Dear Madam Pince, what time is it now?"

If it were any other time, such a student who yelled in the library would definitely be kicked out, but now there are only three people here including the administrator, so she thought about it and let it go.

Madam Pince walked away and took the book from Hermione's hand.

It's one thing to watch the show, but it's another mentality to participate in it.

"It's already 6:30 in the evening." She pushed Hermione from behind and winked at Nietzsche with her right eye, "Please spare me, you two have been sitting here all afternoon, and I want to eat some pumpkin pie."