Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

First Hufflepuff, then Ravenclaw, Gryffindor.

The Gryffindors were just there to join in the fun. In fact, they didn't know what was going on until a repulsive spell from the opposite audience knocked a lion's red top hat away.

"Potter will win! Will win!!"

"Seamus, use your Exploding Spell, blow them up!"

"My spell was a Transfiguration, not an Exploding Spell."

"Who cast the Disarming Spell? Who cast the Tickle Spell... Haha... Disarming Spell, Tickle Spell..."

Nietzsche sneaked through the fallen wizards and got up from the ground. Looking at the chaos of spells flying in front of him, he smiled and patted the dust on his robe, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

It seems that wizards are no different from those football hooligans.

The only ones who could survive were the teachers' seats and the commentary room. After Lee Jordan ducked his head to avoid a red spell splashing in from the window gap, he immediately hugged his legs and squatted under the table.

He looked at Professor McGonagall and said, "This... this time has nothing to do with me. I didn't say anything provocative. I was just concentrating on explaining..."

Volume 1: Chapter 45 Hermione in the Wind

"Who... who threw a shoe at my face?!"

"I tell you, even if you win today, you may not be able to pass Ravenclaw..."

"What do you mean by that? You mean you Ravenclaws will definitely beat us Hufflepuffs? Brothers, beat him up!"

"..."

The entire audience was in chaos, but even so, they would not throw people onto the court.

After Hermione bent down to avoid a blue spell, she felt like she ran to the edge of the Quidditch court. She pressed her back against the wall, dodging the oncoming spells while raising a telescope to observe:

Is there anyone staring at the top? Has Harry Bo taken back control?

"You, take advantage of the chaos to give her a taste of color!" Draco couldn't see Nietzsche, so he had evil thoughts in his mind.

Goyle rushed out of the crowd and was about to pounce on Hermione, but he was hit by the blue spell in mid-air and fainted on the spot. He snored on his face like a dead pig.

"Get away! Bastard!" Hermione kicked him away.

I don't know if he was scolding Goyle who wanted to attack her, or Nietzsche who caused the trouble.

Where is it? Who is that person? Learn his way of thinking. Granger, you have been with Nietzsche for so long that you can understand the meaning... What would you do if someone suddenly started fighting next to you when you were concentrating?

If it were a wizard, he would definitely be impatient, or simply stay away from the battlefield.

Hermione turned the camera and moved away from the corner of the audience. First of all, ordinary students can't use black magic to interfere with the flying brooms produced by the Nimbus Company---this is the absolute gap.

"Okay, all students are participating... the farce caused by that bastard." Hermione gritted her teeth and muttered to herself.

Of course, she looked at every corner of the court, and after making sure there were no suspicious figures, she immediately looked at the high platform of the teacher's seat.

There were a few people missing on it - Dean McGonagall and Professor Quirrell.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

No, Professor McGonagall was always watching Jordan in the lecture room, and he could clearly see the Dean's angry and anxious face swaying at the lecture room window.

Snape drank water while pulling out his wand to block the spell that was deflected towards him.

But Quirrell was the first to reach the center of the crowd. When Professor McGonagall was still walking down the stairs quickly, the stuttering Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had already stopped a small number of people.

Quirrell raised his hands and waved them down like a conductor ordering the performance to begin. The students around him instantly felt a pressure on their shoulders.

With the professor as the center, the crowd with a radius of about five seats were all crookedly pressed on the steps. It was difficult to even raise their hands. Their sudden fall made the others stop.

"I...I said...Watch the game quietly!!" He seemed very satisfied with his results, holding his wand against his throat and shouting happily.

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall came slowly, angrily shooting several sparks into the sky, and shouted loudly, "Unprecedented...Unreasonable...Look at yourself, you are just a street thug!"

Then he ran to Quirrell's side to express his gratitude.

"Quirinus, your spells have improved again, huh?" Dean Flitwick stood on the chair and saw the students who were pressed back on the chair.

"No...useless, just some new...new attempts..."

But his face changed the next second, he covered his chest breathlessly, and fell straight back. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was standing beside him and quickly reached out to hold his waist.

"Are you injured?"

"No, my magic power is consumed too quickly." Quirrell stammered, "Just a new spell."

"Ten points will be deducted from each house... No, twenty points! Fifty points! Everyone, take your seats back!" Professor McGonagall looked up at the dark shadows that kept passing by in the sky, and immediately said to Madam Hooch, "Don't worry, the game continues."

It was the first time Hermione saw Professor McGonagall really angry. She didn't know if she would notice anything, but she thought, it wasn't her fault, so there was nothing to worry about.

It's just that the professor's natural suppression of students was amplified dozens of times in Hermione's case.

But there must be an explanation for this heinous matter.

"Those prefects who can still move, come here!"

Gabrielle Truman from Hufflepuff, Percy Weasley from Gryffindor, Gemma Farley from Slytherin, and Penelope Clearwater from Ravenclaw.

Except for Slytherin, everyone else came over with a disgraced look.

"What happened? How did you get into a fight? Tell me the whole story honestly, starting with...you! Penello!!"

"Professor, it was Gryffindor who started to attack us first..." she shrugged her shoulders and said aggrievedly, "They were shouting something like 'Gryffindor is the champion', and they were rushing around."

So the pressure was on Percy's side.

Hermione crouched down and squeezed her head through the gap.

"Percy...I thought that as an older brother, you would set an example for your younger brothers and juniors..."

"No, Professor!" Percy stood upright and raised his hand to point at Hufflepuff, "Hufflepuff and Slytherin started the fight, and then it affected us. Cormac McLaggen is now It hasn’t been petrified yet.”

Professor McGonagall didn't speak, just rolled her eyes with facial expression.

"Slytherin struck first. We were eating snacks and watching Quidditch when suddenly we were beaten!"

"Why?"

"They...they..." Gabrielle turned around, called out to a little badger, and whispered, "Why did they hit us then?"

"Prefect, aren't the Slytherin group of seniors too arrogant?" the little badger said honestly, "Someone said that at the time... maybe it was Slytherin and the leading Hufflepuff at the beginning. A dispute."

Hermione opened her mouth, but finally swallowed the words.

She clearly saw Nietzsche pulling off her tie before diving into Hufflepuff. Now the group of Slytherins chasing him have become the culprits. It is simply... In one word, absolutely.

Nothing can be done to make that kid Harry Potter imitate Nietzsche.

"Is this really the case?" Mag turned to look at the tall girl.

"Indeed." Farley did not refute, and bowed slightly to the prefects, "But they did not go to Hufflepuff in the first place. I think it was just a misunderstanding. I apologize for this. "

She raised her fingers behind her, and then the first Slytherins were pushed out.

The faces of the senior Slytherins who were pro-pure-bloods turned red and they just clenched their fists. Finally, under Gemma Farley's warning eyes, they supported each other and apologized to each prefect one by one.

But this matter is not over yet...

"Fart! If they have a misunderstanding, why should they insult Hufflepuff's Quidditch and insult us!" Suddenly a hand was raised in the crowd, with the yellow and black tie still in its palm.

That ‘little badger’ was Nietzsche, and he casually touched a tie from the unconscious Hufflepuff student.

The professor in front of me didn't notice anything wrong with the sound he made with his throat raised deliberately.

His words made the other Hufflepuffs nod and shout. The little badgers, who had nowhere to vent their anger, followed Nietzsche's lead and waved their fists, throwing their ties and hats forward.

Hufflepuff has always been united when facing outsiders.

Those yellow and black ties and paper hats with Quidditch team emblems were all thrown towards Slytherin.

Everything was beyond Hermione's expectations, and she could only step aside helplessly.

"Wait a minute, everyone, this has nothing to do with us!" Warrington stood up and acted very calmly.

Originally, those Slytherins thought that Warrington, the half-blood who had been bullied by Marcus, was here to protect them, but they did not expect that the other party turned sideways and pointed at them with an angry look on his face.

He said: "These shameful guys take pleasure in laughing at others. Even in Quidditch, they also like to play tricks... We Slytherins will never associate with such people!"

In fact, Warrington was right. Even those Slytherins who just wanted to be wise and protect themselves were not willing to be involved.

So those people all took a few steps back, and temporarily kicked the senior wizards who were supporting each other out of Slytherin. They could retreat as far as they could from this incident, and just don't get involved with the scapegoat.

"Warrington! If you want to calculate it this way, Nietzsche was the first to take action!" one of them shouted.

"Yes, it was indeed me." Nietzsche pushed through the crowd and walked out from the other side, "Dear Dean, they stopped me to prevent Harry from falling, and I can testify that they did humiliate Hufflepah. strange."

As for the insults...it was a group fight because of accidental injuries, so it is normal to talk for a little bit.

Nietzsche knew that the professor was angry, so he kept his attitude very low.

And when narrating the entire incident, he looked sincerely into Professor McGonagall's eyes... He did not lie, he just said it selectively.

In order to prevent Slytherin from returning to the starting position, he specially took out Warrington, Theodore and others.

"When Potter's broom lost control, I asked Nott, Hubble and others to keep an eye on Harry. This way, when he fell, we could effectively prevent him from falling and continue the exciting game. "

"But obviously some people... are used to Marcus's shameless behavior. Dean McGonagall, if Harry Potter is injured, Gryffindor will directly lose its Seeker and can only wait for failure."

Nietzsche's words not only cut off the group of senior students, but also won over a wave of favor that belongs exclusively to their group of Slytherins.

Percy Weasley held Nietzsche's hands excitedly. He had long heard that Slytherin had such a leading figure, but he didn't expect that the other person was really as good as Harry said. It simply refreshed his view of Slytherin. impression.

"Thank you. Harry has a friend like you. It's really..." He looked over the other person's shoulder and nodded towards Warrington and the others.

Even Professor McGonagall's eyes softened.

Look what the gap is!

Nietzsche Holmes was thinking about how to save people, but they were willing to not only attack students from their own college, but even insult people from other colleges for the sake of a small Quidditch champion.

"S...Slytherin deducts...ten points!"

Quirrell ignored Snape's murderous look, held on to the chair, and stood up while gasping weakly.

"But because of Nietzsche's... behavior, add twenty points..."

At this time, Snape finally walked out from behind the crowd. Professor McGonagall held the boy's shoulders and blocked him in front.

"Minerva, if you remember correctly, I am the Head of Slytherin." Snape was very smooth, "Hitting someone is against the rules of Hogwarts. I think... Nietzsche and them all It should be left to me."

"Quirinas already deducted points from him just now, which is very reasonable."

Quirrell nodded in cooperation. It seemed that he and Professor McGonagall were on Nietzsche's side.

Professor McGonagall naturally didn't have a good look on Snape. She was obviously very concerned about Slytherin's past Quidditch championships, and this time Nietzsche saved Gryffindor.

Dumbledore's 'headmaster' was not here, so if Harry really fell, he would definitely be hurt to some extent.

"Nietzsche, you are a Slytherin, you have to..."

However, the other party didn't accept this at all.

"Are you threatening me? Professor?" Nietzsche's head popped up from Professor McGonagall's side. "If Slytherin can only win in this way, then I should indeed say sorry."

"Maybe the Slytherin team is used to this way." McGonagall interjected.

This is an opportunity! The moment Warrington saw Snape turning around, he straightened his back immediately!

At this moment, Harry dived and fell to the ground on all fours. People immediately lay on the fence of the auditorium, eyes wide open. As Harry coughed, a golden ball was spat out.

Ignoring his saliva, he grabbed the golden snitch and raised it above his head, shouting: "I caught the snitch!"

"One hundred and fifty points! Gryffindor overtakes Slytherin, we win!"

Professor McGonagall clapped happily, and then hugged Nietzsche excitedly. She finally saw Gryffindor rise again in Quidditch.

"Looks like Slytherin's little trick didn't work, Godric is here!"

Although this was a victory for Gryffindor, many little snakes also admired Harry, because after they experienced it, they realized that it was impossible for them to persist in that situation and not fall down.

So they turned their attention to Marcus, who was still annoyed on the grass.

"Maybe...Slytherin's captain really can't win without that trick."

Hermione did not immediately celebrate with Harry, Neville and others, but ran to Nietzsche holding the telescope.

"You deliberately made such a big noise, you should be aware of it, right?"

"Of course." Nietzsche dragged her out and said softly, "But now I'm a little hungry. How about we find a quieter place first?"