Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"You should have done this a long time ago." Ron said with his head held high, "Believe me, none of the Malfoys are good..."

Hermione glanced at him, but did not refute. This was considered progress. At least Ron evolved from "All Slytherins are bad" to only targeting the other part. At least he was willing to play chess with Slytherins.

Although he also enjoyed the pleasure of winning from Slytherin students.

"Enjoy it, at least you don't have to be too picky." Nietzsche patted Nott's shoulder and said with a smile, "Maybe it won't be long, Harry, you won't have to worry about being deliberately knocked down by someone's body."

In the auditorium that served as a study room, they became a real landscape.

Even the Ravenclaw students looked at them sideways. It was the first time they saw Slytherin and Gryffindor sitting together for more than five minutes without any conflict... No, there was still some...

Ron Weasley and Slytherin would always have a war of words before playing chess. In their words, this is called momentum.

"So are you going back for Christmas?" Harry Potter smiled happily. He had just finished chatting with a little snake about the Quidditch game.

"Of course I will go back. I hope those people won't get in my way."

His face was fuller than when Nietzsche first saw him. His hair was cut a little shorter. He looked very energetic. When he heard the Slytherin people talking about those expensive flying brooms, his emerald eyes were full of curiosity.

For him, perhaps the real campus life has just begun.

Volume 1: Chapter 50 The Nightmare on Christmas Eve (Part 1)

By mid-December, everyone was looking forward to the holiday.

As Christmas approached, the school looked even more magnificent. The cold wind passing through the corridor blew the fir tree pots on the wall back and forth, causing a lot of trouble for students every time they went to class.

These decorations were dug out by Hagrid from the Forbidden Forest and then moved into the school.

Draco's mood was getting worse day by day. Looking at the hostile and disgusted eyes of those half-bloods and Muggles, it was more uncomfortable than being ridiculed by Harry. He would rather watch the Slytherin team lose again.

Marcus planned to do something big again. He planned to wait for Nietzsche to leave the campus and wait for the express train at the Hogsmeade platform.

"Don't worry, I can guarantee that you will not be expelled. At most, you will be held back for another grade." Draco vowed.

In a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell was stumbling in the classroom to explain what "fighting fire with fire" meant. When he turned around, Draco was sitting in the back row, controlling a snowball with a levitation spell and throwing it over.

He searched it from the window of the corridor before class.

Because the snowball was squeezed tightly, it would hurt more than an ordinary snowball when it fell from the air.

Professor Quirrell was looking at the blackboard and writing something with chalk. Suddenly, he felt the pain in the back of his head immediately spread to his chest, and he felt a sharp pain. He covered his dented headscarf and turned his head angrily.

"Who?!"

"Sorry, Professor..." The two followers around Malfoy were snickering, "It seems that a vampire is attacking you secretly. Maybe your garlic smell is not strong enough."

He thought that everyone would laugh at him like before, but... not everything is immutable, things are always moving, so this time no one found his jokes funny.

One third of the Slytherins just glanced at him, and the other third didn't even turn their heads.

"It is indeed a vampire, professor." Nietzsche said calmly, "I can testify to this point. Maybe garlic alone is not enough. Only by throwing the vampire into the sun can it work."

"That makes sense~" Quirrell walked down from the podium.

Nietzsche sat in the front row, so the professor's eyes were angry and hesitant at first, and he walked very slowly, but when he walked past the first three rows, his eyes immediately became terrible, completely different from before.

Draco Malfoy had only seen this kind of eyes once.

The only time was when he was detained for the first time because of Snape. Perhaps it was even more terrifying than Dean Snape's, as if he wanted to peel off a layer of skin from him.

"At worst, deduct... deduct points..."

"Deduct points?" Quirrell's left hand fell on his thigh, and his thumb and middle finger kept tapping rhythmically. Anger flowed down his arm and gushed out from his fingertips. "I... I think vampires should not be... afraid of deducting points."

In this way, the professor still tried his best to keep smiling.

He did not draw out his wand, but just raised his hand, and Draco was lifted up by magic. This familiar scene made the other party struggle, but how could the resistance of the flesh resist magic.

Quirrell waved his hand and threw Draco out of the classroom window.

"Puff~"

After everyone heard the sound of Draco being thrown into the snow, Quirrell snapped his fingers and repaired the broken glass.

A silent and wandless spell numbed Goyle, Crabbe and others, and the rest of them sat up straight, staring at the blackboard, as if a good student didn't want to miss any knowledge.

Quirrell came back to his senses after doing all this, and walked back to the podium with his head down.

Wait until Friday, that's when the fun starts!

After the last potion class before the holiday, the Christmas party was held in the evening. The fir trees in the corridor were hung with colorful balls and upside-down icicles, and the hall was hung with mistletoe wreaths.

When Hermione passed by, she took a look and ran away immediately.

In the corners full of mistletoe, there were several pairs of wizards hugging each other below... Is this something she can see! Is this what she should see at her age!

"Now, we are not celebrating tomorrow's departure, but welcoming the new arrival."

Dumbledore, wearing a purple wizard robe, stood in the middle of the seats, raised his wine glass to the students below, and deliberately shook it in the direction of Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Nietzsche also shook the cup filled with pumpkin juice above.

Scones, mushrooms, and woody turkey are all essential foods for Christmas. Although they are not as good as those at the beginning of the school year, they are not bad. At least the roast turkey is poured with sauce and tastes less woody.

When the party was halfway through, everyone was high.

"Butterbeer, does anyone need one?" The Weasley brothers ran to everyone and shouted secretly, "We only charge five knuts for our hard work, and we can fill a whole cup of beer from the Hog's Head."

Only Quirrell couldn't fit in. He sat between Flitwick and Professor Snape, smiling a little reluctantly.

"You will definitely do great things... You will!" Flitwick's beard was covered with brandy, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Just follow the development of you and Nietzsche, and you will surpass me in no time!"

The headmaster of Ravenclaw would shout at Professor McGonagall from time to time, as if to show off: Ravenclaw is the best.

After drinking too much, Flitwick was more like an elder than a colleague in front of Quirrell. He patted the other's shoulder, mumbling something in his mouth, and then buried his face in a plate full of chicken bones.

Once the headmaster fell, he and Snape were left looking at each other.

"I heard that you were in class..."

"I'll go out for some fresh air first." Quirrell said with a wry smile before he could finish his words.

After helping Dean Flitwick up, he lowered his head and immediately walked out of the hall without looking back. When he reached the door, he looked back at the students who were playing, which made Quirrell's back look even more lonely.

The professor walked to the center of the hall and was shivered by the wind.

"Why did you come out...?"

"Then why did you come out too?" Nietzsche answered the question with a question.

The two walked to the door one after the other, the gray scenery unfolded in front of them, and the laughter and fire were behind them.

"I... I came out for some fresh air."

"What a coincidence, me too." Nietzsche stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance, "By the way, take care of the terrain, so that you won't be chased away by others later... If you are sent back petrified, you will be laughed at."

Quirrell thought silently at first, and then suddenly laughed.

"Well, I'm also preparing to leave. You know... Snape still wants to... want to settle accounts with me."

"It was Malfoy who made the mistake first. He always protects others when he shouldn't."

"Yeah, every time..." Quirrell thought of his childhood, with some resentment in his eyes, "Do you know... why I want to learn the Dark Arts? It's... because the professors always protect others and smooth things over."

People are not born good or bad.

A person's personality is related to the movement of surrounding things and the general environment, and what prompted Quirrell to be interested in the Dark Arts is naturally related to these, and then he will study it from the perspective of a scholar.

"Aren't Ravenclaws all nerds in the eyes of others?" Nietzsche had no scruples in front of him.

Quirrel was amused, but if someone else said this, he would not bother to refute it.

"Haha, although that's what I said, but every college has its own problems. In addition to cold violence and exclusion, Ravenclaw also has a clown who likes to attract attention... But I don't blame the dean, after all, it's like this."

"Should I hate the dean? Obviously impossible, he doesn't even know he's done anything wrong."

This is the problem of Hogwarts. It's helpless for the old professors to still treat education in the way of the last century, because they don't realize that the situation of wizards now is different from the past.

Wizards used to be hunted and excluded by the Muggle Church, so the professors of the school will more or less muddy the conflicts between students, and it's better to have less trouble than more.

Or just protect the shortcomings to the end...

"That's why I strongly advocate that wizards re-evaluate everything." Nietzsche did not refute, but could empathize with him, "At least, I don't have to worry about being expelled here."

Quirrell walked back to the marble stairs, but suddenly stopped at the middle platform.

"What do you think of me...what do you think of me as a professor?" He leaned on the handrail, hesitating for a long time, and said in a dragging tone.

But Nietzsche did not answer, but turned around and walked towards the auditorium. He planned to eat something because he had to sleep on the train. He yawned and waved goodbye to Quirrell.

"Merry Christmas, remember to sign for your presents tomorrow morning~"

Volume 1: Chapter 51: The Nightmare on Christmas Eve (Part 2)

When leaving school, Nietzsche dragged Hermione across the ice of the Black Lake for fun.

Hermione's balance was very poor and her feet would slip after taking two steps. She simply grabbed Nietzsche's clothes and put her hands on his shoulders. From the perspective of others, the girl was the sled being pulled.

"Lumos"

"It's just so bright, look at me." Nietzsche turned his head and glanced at the fluorescence behind him, "Lumos Duo (enhanced? fluorescent flashing)"

There were only two of them on the entire ice. From a distance, they looked like two children waving fireworks sticks.

"Oh~ Really?" Hermione's competitive spirit was ignited, and she flicked her wand unconvinced, "Lumos Masima (extra strong? Fluorescence flashing)... Hehehe, sorry, I'm ahead in the Charms class. one cent."

Noticing that Nietzsche had not moved for a long time, Hermione raised a smile.

Are you kidding me? She spends her time in the library every day just to sleep on the table like those little lions?

But there is one thing to say, the atmosphere of the library is indeed very drowsy... It is quiet, and there is the natural sound of turning books as white noise. It is no wonder that many Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs feel sleepy just sitting there. .

"Do you know what wizards need to pay attention to when casting lighting spells?"

"Don't accidentally light your wand on fire." Hermione could almost recite everything Professor Flitwick taught in class. "What are you doing? Don't really burn your wand just to show off."

"For wizards, in those dark times, light... was such a rare thing, so the wizards' creation of this spell was derived from 'Sol', so there was a higher advanced spell. "

Hermione thought about it and found that Professor Flitwick had no in-depth knowledge of the Illuminating Charm.

"Did I...miss the point of Professor Binns? Or did he tell you in private..."

"Of course not. How could the little Greg, the favorite professor of Charms and Transfiguration, know about my and Quirrell's research?" Nietzsche cleared his throat and said calmly, "Lumos Solem!"

In fact, language itself is a symbol.

When people say a word, the subconscious mind will immediately create an association, and this is the connection between wizards and language.

In the center of the black lake, a ball of silver-white sunlight suddenly appeared, dispersing the surrounding darkness, making the withered ivy in the depths of the darkness clearly visible. This light even dispelled the cold.

Molecules at the microscopic level begin to rub under the influence of magic, causing the energy of light to appear in the form of heat.

"Sorry, I should be in the lead in the Charms class..."

"No, no, no, that doesn't count. At most, it should be an extra point for Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Hermione squinted her eyes, and the white light for a moment made her start to get a little distorted.

With the two of them fighting, it took nearly an hour to see the lights of the station.

The Hogwarts Express stopped at the Hogsmeade platform. Orange lights came out of the window, reflecting orange squares one after another on the white snow.

But Nietzsche noticed the footprints on the edge of the platform, and several of them were walking towards the edge. The toes of their shoes were facing the woods outside the platform instead of towards the train door, so he turned around and grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her into his arms. Li pull.

"So what, my Potions knowledge will always be better than yours?" The girl was confused.

What's wrong with this person? He was talking so well, but suddenly... Why is he acting like this all of a sudden~

"You may not have noticed that there was a white shadow moving in our lighting spell at four o'clock just now... and there were a few sets of footsteps on the platform, in the birch forest, and on the edge of the wall. Those were hiding spots."

Nietzsche rested his chin on Hermione's shoulder, with only a woolen scarf between her ears.

"The ghost is really lingering." The girl looked at the points he mentioned in turn and exhaled a puff of white air.

"Calm down, when the other person raises his hand, the elbows and waist of the clothes will rub..."

Hermione hid her wand by his side, and after hearing a slight whisper and the sound of cloth rubbing in the darkness, she immediately used the transfiguration spell to make the snowdrifts come alive, stacking them layer by layer to form a wall.

"Fainted to the ground!" "Everyone turned to stone~" "The tears won't stop!"

At the same time, several magic spells flew out of the woods and hit the wall made of snow bricks.

Nietzsche was like a veteran of World War II, hiding in a trench made of snowdrifts. Facing the enemy's attack, he just stuffed a licorice stick into his mouth in a panic and looked up at the stars.

"What now?" Hermione batted the snowflakes from her curls.