Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

It's not that Dumbledore is unwilling, but the right to use it is not in his hands, he is only responsible for protecting it.

He saw what Nietzsche was thinking: This child did not delve into the so-called 'second chance in life', but was willing to give it to those who needed it, just like the sun, rising in the east and setting in the west just to let everyone enjoy the light.

"What's your plan?" Dumbledore planned to listen to his plan.

"Judging from the purpose of the dark wizard, the other party needs this huge opportunity, so I can let him get it, because we can reverse the manipulation... Quirrell also needs life."

This sounds like a gamble.

"What if Quirrell didn't do this? This is a gamble... I don't want to agree with it."

"Principal, you are wrong. Regarding what you just said, 'We cannot make a choice'... Any life facing any situation will always retain one option, and that is the most radical suicide."

Nietzsche did not feel that Quirrell was being driven; he believed that the other person was free.

Not even death can escape freedom.

"You may not know what you are talking about, Nietzsche. The other person is not an ordinary Death Eater, but the one who hates Harry the most. What you experienced yesterday was just a willfulness of the other party."

"Perhaps you should try to believe..." Nietzsche yawned and fell into a dazed sleep.

He held the principal's chair with both hands and tilted his head to the side. He seemed to have seen countless choices of freedom in his dream. He was sleeping deeply, but Dumbledore did not disturb him. Instead, he took a blanket and covered the student.

Nietzsche was too tired. He spent a whole night thinking and pondering, and all his energy was drained away.

Believe - is a heavy word for Dumbledore.

After waiting for a while, Dumbledore closed the curtain covering the portrait.

"You're really arrogant, aren't you?" Principal Black glanced outside, "You are indeed a Slytherin, hehe."

"The fact that Albus actually let a student sit on his chair is enough to surprise me." A principal wearing a single-sided glasses said with a smile, "Oh my God, another Sis." Letlin~"

"Armando, Slytherin just lacks proper guidance..."

"Do you really want him to be involved in this?" The young woman in a white wizard's robe looked at the sleeping Nietzsche worriedly. "He has done enough. At least you can determine the other party's identity now."

The principals spoke in very low voices, even Principal Black, who had just looked gloomy.

It seemed like they just wanted to scare this student, after all... Now they can only run around in the portraits and find some different fun on their own.

"But he doesn't want to give up on others, you know?" Dumbledore had a complex expression and wiped his crooked nose, "He has surpassed many people, and I have to say, his plan makes me very excited."

"No, you can't let a kid face a guy like that..."

"This is my choice, my freedom, and Nietzsche's freedom, and we... insist on it."

Phineas was the most irritable. He slapped the armrest angrily, sat on it and cursed at Dumbledore.

"You're such a bad old man. You clearly don't want to see Slytherin. He finally became a genius, but you're going to let him die...or let him meet a heartless lunatic!"

"Wait a minute...don't you always say that madman is actually quite good?" Armando interjected.

Phineas Black suddenly lost his temper.

Dumbledore picked up the empty water glass from the table, smiled helplessly, and after refilling it, he took out a bottle of Dreamless Sleeping Potion from the side and poured a few drops into it.

After drinking, he sat on the sofa behind Nietzsche and closed his eyes to rest.

Today was Sunday, and there were no classes. Professor Snape sat in the empty classroom and waited for a long time, but did not see Nietzsche coming. He simply closed the door, hugged his lame leg, and made a healing potion alone.

It was not Nietzsche who knocked on the door of the Potions classroom again, but Professor Quirrell wrapped in a turban.

And Hermione couldn't see Nietzsche in the library, so she could only look for information about Nick Flamel alone.

"I don't want to watch anymore, I'm already going to vomit."

"At least Nietzsche can't do everything by himself. Harry, go get "Modern History of Magic and Distinguished Magicians"."

In the Slytherin lounge, several senior students who had been punished by Snape still wanted to secretly settle accounts with Nietzsche, but they waited for a long time and did not see each other come back, and there was no one in the dormitory.

Theodore asked Hubble to take some people around the castle, hoping to remind Nietzsche to pay attention when he came back...

On the day when he was not involved in Hogwarts, everyone seemed very busy, but they always felt that something was missing.

No one expected that the person who made them wait anxiously was still sitting in the principal's office, sleeping without conscience.

Thanks to Headmaster Dumbledore for the slumber potion...

At least Nietzsche didn't have to drag his tired body back to his dormitory to deal with those bad guys.

(Hmph, it’s only 8,000 words, not worth mentioning! After that, it’s about following up on the plot, and occasionally sprinkling in the plot to relax.

By the way, I’ll prepare the book group after I finish writing the first one~)

Volume 1: Chapter 49 So the little snakes reassessed everything

(Long wait, everyone)

It was normal to have a mirror in the principal's office, but who would place a mirror that was two meters or even higher, and usually wrapped in gauze?

But even so, it couldn't hide the golden frame with complex patterns and claw-shaped support legs.

Nietzsche waited until almost dinner time before stretching and waking up from the chair. His hair was messy and his clothes were crooked by his twisting in his sleep. He planned to borrow this mirror.

'Eris Stella Erhru Ayi Teubi Kafu Lu Ayi Te An Vohes'

The positive translation was a long list of names, while the negative translation was a warning.

When he really looked into the mirror, he realized that it was not a bluff, because Nietzsche did not see his reflection...or rather, there was no shadow of a person.

The background also changed, from a round room to a street.

"This is the Mirror of Erised. I don't know who made it, nor in which century it was made." Dumbledore sat on the sofa and looked at him in confusion. "It can reflect a person's deepest desire."

"Is it a destined result?"

"Unfortunately, it's not..."

Nietzsche thought it was like traveling through time and seeing his future appearance, but it was obviously not.

From the description of Headmaster Dumbledore, it was more like a toy that satisfied fantasy-making people see their most powerful desires satisfied and sink into fantasy to escape reality.

"What did you see?" Dumbledore seemed to have not recovered from the dreamless sleeping potion, and the whole person sank into the sofa.

"A...street...?" Nietzsche was a little depressed, "There were many people on it, and then it was gone."

"Gone?"

"Gone." Nietzsche stretched and said with a bit of contempt, "We are absolutely free and can independently dominate our own destiny, so...desires and ambitions are not immutable."

But he didn't say it completely. In fact, there were not only ordinary people on that street, but half of them were wizards like those wearing bachelor's gowns.

The whole street is like Diagon Alley in Cambridge University. If it would make the headmasters in other portraits happier, he should say that Diagon Alley is included in the scope of Hogwarts School.

Ordinary people are selling more exquisite cauldrons, feeding various pets, and a motorcycle flies in the sky from time to time.

Then he saw the backs of a couple. Wait... look familiar?

Very strange, and very... dreamy, to the point of absolute harmony, every little detail can make people feel extremely comfortable.

"But I can't see myself." Nietzsche said honestly, "I want to focus more on the current choice than the future, what about you?"

"The Mirror of Erised is just something to make up for regrets... You know, an old man like me can only see that I have been given a pile of woolen socks that I can't wear at Christmas."

Dumbledore then said: "But it's not good to always immerse in the past, so I plan to move it out of the office."

"Oh~ I thought Professor McGonagall... you know." Nietzsche turned his head and winked playfully.

Woolen socks represent family affection. Perhaps Dumbledore was crying that no one loved him and he could only sit alone in school on Christmas.

It was not until Nietzsche left the principal's office that Dumbledore came to his senses. He laughed dumbly and cursed in German a few words like "little bastard".

It is even colder now.

The outside of Hogwarts is filled with white. It seems that it has snowed all day. The snowflakes are big, but it is normal, after all, there are more than 30 days until Christmas.

No matter how cold the wind outside is, it cannot penetrate the castle of Hogwarts. After finishing the Monday morning class, the little wizards immediately crowded into the places with stoves in the castle-the hall, the lounge, and the library.

Of course, you can also be like the Weasley twins, who were brought to the office to sit because of violating school rules.

"Be careful. I heard that the shameless seniors want to take action when you leave the school." Theodore concentrated on dealing with the chessboard.

In the wizarding world where entertainment is scarce, the only things that can relax students are Gobstones and Wizard Chess.

It is actually chess, but it is enchanted. The way chess pieces eat each other is to break each other. If the chess strategy is too bad, the commander will even be criticized by the King and Queen.

Sitting opposite Theodore Nott is Ron, and the two are playing a tense and exciting game of Wizard Chess.

This is Slytherin after the Quidditch game. Even Ron has to recognize a fact-maybe except for Malfoy's group, maybe they are all good.

"They dare...Ahaha, two steps diagonally, knights!"

"There is nothing they dare not do." Theodore Nott deliberately turned his head away and didn't look at the chessboard. "After Slytherin lost, Marcus was furious and he put all the blame on you."

"Hey! Hurry up, I'm waiting to checkmate you."

But Theodore ignored Ron, and the king on his side could only hug his legs and shrink on the throne, trembling as he watched his subordinates become rubble in front of him.

Ron looked at Nott, who was intermittently deaf, and put away the chessboard with satisfaction. He had figured out this group of Slytherins. When they showed this look, they basically admitted defeat, but they would not say it directly.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he wins.

"At worst, just ask Hermione to help you, or you can stay at school during the Christmas break."

Seeing Ron's familiar chatter, those who didn't know it thought Nott was a Hufflepuff... Since the Quidditch incident, many Gryffindors have seen Percy Weasley and Nietzsche. handshake.

That's the Weasley family! You have to know how much their family doesn't deal with Slytherin.

"Don't try to drag me down. Why don't you go and help him yourself?" Hermione sat at the front of the long table, with the others on her left and right sides. "I don't want to go home with all my injuries."

"Then return the things to me then..."

"Don't even think about it! How many times do you want to go to the principal's office, Nie! Tsai!"

Hermione only had to raise her head to take in everything happening on both sides of the long table. She always felt uncomfortable watching the scene of Gryffindor and Slytherin interacting with each other.

Everything was based on Nietzsche's investigation at the time, and the farce seemed to have been deliberately caused by him, but judging from the motivation, it seemed like a casual operation.

If it were her, Hermione thought it would be impossible for her to do two things at the same time - stirring up the college's emotions and investigating. This was what impressed her the most, because in Nietzsche's hands, Nietzsche only needed one chance to accomplish these two things. can be achieved at the same time.

And Harry got used to it, and he suddenly found that these Slytherins were easier to get along with than he thought.

It can even be said that they still admire Harry when it comes to Quidditch. This seems to confirm what the Sorting Hat said, and he may also be able to make a difference in Slytherin.

"Take it easy. Now Wood plans to unite with several other teams and wants the professors to take Marcus out of the Slytherin team. It will be strange if Marcus doesn't go crazy."

After noticing Hermione's gaze, Nietzsche just held a licorice wand in his mouth.

He spread his hands carelessly, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with him... But Nietzsche was not wrong. It was indeed Warrington's own idea. I have to say that Slytherin is still good at this.

Those little tricks are so insidious.

But Hermione's warning was not wrong, because Slytherin's insidiousness has not changed, but under the influence of Nietzsche, it has become a kind of "righteous" insidiousness.

There is a sense of deja vu of legal plundering ships and the British navy beating up the Spanish fleet.

"He deserves it!" Ron waved his fist, looking for the next wizard chess challenger. "If you ask me, this kind of guy who only relies on fouls to win should have been... called Muggle." What's coming?"

"Sent off," Nott reminded.

"Ah, yes, that's right! If it weren't for the fact that there weren't many substitutes in the Quidditch game, there should have been a 'sending someone off' rule!"

"It was called a red card during the game, but now it should be called a lifetime ban." Gryffindor's Dean Thomas said.

Looking at the excited classmates around him, Nietzsche felt a little dazed for a moment.

He pulled Nott casually and asked in a low voice: "Don't tell me this has nothing to do with Warrington."

"Of course, this is a good opportunity. Now everyone can see clearly how Marcus won." Nott bumped him with his shoulder and smiled sinisterly, "We know... we will never use pure Play the game by the rules of blood.”

Nietzsche Holmes: Hiss?

At first, the Slytherin snakes didn't quite understand.

But later Warrington proved this sentence with actual actions... He first used Quidditch to draw some people from other Quidditch teams closer, and then took this opportunity to add firewood and blow wind to let the fire burn. Got bigger.

What pureblood rules?

In short, those who have the right to speak in Slytherin will always be the pro-pure-blood faction. They brainwash every generation and tell the new students what glory is, why blood is supreme, and why Slytherin should be superior... .

All moral standards and codes of conduct are ‘inherited’ from generation to generation.

Until Nietzsche's session...pure blood symbology was re-evaluated.

"So we are having a good chat now, and there is nothing wrong with Gryffindor people."