Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Between you..." Cedric's eyes widened and he smiled maliciously.

As he spoke, he pushed his thumbs against each other.

"It's not what you think!" Hermione lowered her voice and immediately refused.

"What? I haven't said anything yet~" he said, "Although students are not allowed to fall in love early, just don't get caught by the professor... Who doesn't like someone yet? Do you dare to say that you don't like him? Um?"

Cedric seems to know a lot about this.

And now Nietzsche was rare and really fell asleep, because his posture had not changed for two hours, so Hermione's little thoughts were drawn by the other party's words.

She...likes...Nietzsche?

Aha, how is that possible!

"That's great. It would be great if my future girlfriend could do the same thing as me." Cedric rested his face on the table boredly and couldn't help but sigh.

Hermione clenched her fists.

After working on it for a long time, I turned out to be a theoretical master with zero practical experience.

But she also had to think about it - was she doing these things for Nietzsche, or was she actually also interested in those adventures...

"Quidditch?" Hermione pursed her lips and guessed.

She really thought that the Hufflepuff senior who pulled the two people out of the crowd was an honest person, but she didn't expect that he turned out to be a guy with an extremely rich inner world, and he was not honest at all.

"Yeah, you'd better be a Quidditch player!" Cedric looked at Nietzsche with eyes full of envy.

Just by looking at the description in the Daily Prophet, he could guess how 'exciting' Hermione and Nietzsche's summer vacation was. Who wouldn't want a girl who can go crazy with him... not to mention that the two of them are famous together. .

Although the reputation is not very good, it is still famous~

When he arrived at the station, Nietzsche was woken up by Hermione beside him. Then under Cedric's strange eyes, he casually took out a stack of handkerchiefs from the girl's pocket and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"That's mine!" Hermione wanted to bite his arm.

"Cleaned up."

Nietzsche returned the handkerchief, and then he lay down by the open window with great interest, watching Hagrid appear in the crowd carrying a lantern that would never be extinguished like last year. He shouted to the students to follow him.

But Cedric was more attentive, and he saw what Nietzsche and Hermione were thinking.

"Only first-year students need to take the boat. We take the carriage." He pointed to the path beside the platform.

But Nietzsche saw that there was no driver in front of the carriages with lanterns hanging on them. The two reins in front were floating in the air, as if they were being pulled by some invisible animal.

After seeing a few students walking up, he said, "Go to the castle," and the carriage was towed.

"Is it an invisible beast?" Hermione stepped forward curiously to test, feeling a strange touch on her palms.

It's like touching a horse that has been starved for ten days...it has the rough feeling of fur, but as long as you flick it with your palm, you can feel the uneven bones that are close to the skin.

"It can't be invisible beasts, they are usually very weak." Cedric shook his head.

"It's the Thestral." A blonde girl suddenly appeared from behind the three of them. She grabbed Hermione's wrist and said softly, "You are touching its head, be careful not to get stabbed by its fangs."

The girl's voice was like whispering in a dream, light and airy.

"Thank you..." Hermione was startled by what she said and quickly retracted her hand.

"Can you see it?" Nietzsche urged, opening the car door.

But after Hermione and Cedric got in the car, the blonde girl just blinked and swayed in a daze, as if she was about to be blown down by the night wind in the next second.

She pushed aside her weedy hair with her fingers, looking surprised.

"Do you believe I can see it?" She twisted her hands together to express her happiness.

"Why not." Nietzsche looked at the lights in the distance and reminded, "If you are later, I'm afraid you will miss the boat ride."

The girl said "Yeah" and hurriedly ran towards the team behind her. It was obvious that she was very happy.

"My name is Luna Lovegood!" She raised her right hand and swung the beer cork tied around her wrist. "There are very few harassing flies around you. This is a good sign... I hope you will be happy all your life." I can’t see the Yeqi!”

Looking at Luna's retreating back, Hermione was a little angry.

"I'm mumbling...what does that last sentence mean?" She pulled Nietzsche up.

"If it is a Thestral, it is indeed a blessing." Cedric explained to the girl, "Only those who have witnessed death with their own eyes and fully accept and understand death can see it."

As he spoke, he moved his buttocks and fell backwards.

There are not many good things related to death. Who would have thought that the carriage transporting students was hauled by such a terrifying creature.

"That being said, she has actually experienced..." Hermione felt pity.

Such is the change that time brings.

The freshmen who were having the sorting ceremony were already chatting and joking at the door. They stood in the central courtyard and looked down at the countless small light spots floating on the black lake. Those are all freshmen this year.

Draco was also among this group of people. When Professor McGonagall led the freshmen through the hall and into a small cubicle, he stood on tiptoe to peek at someone.

Later, when Nietzsche saw Luna again, it was already at the sorting ceremony.

"Ravenclaw!"

The blond girl seemed to have just woken up. She first stood on the stage and glanced at the long tables of the four colleges, and finally ran down in a daze.

"Ginny Weasley~"

Professor McGonagall, who was wearing small round glasses, called up a red-haired girl. She was looked at by many people and looked very shy. She always lowered her head and occasionally peeked towards the Gryffindor table. .

"That's our sister!" George whistled.

While those people were thinking of ways to make Ginny happy, Slytherin was naturally worried.

Especially Draco, Nietzsche found him staring at him...but Malfoy wouldn't suddenly like a Weasley at this juncture, would he?

"When he was on the train before, he planned to show his favor to Weasley's sister." Theodore turned his head and whispered, "The last person who allowed him to do this was Haha before the first grade. Leigh Porter."

But Nietzsche knew this was impossible.

You must know that Malfoy's current situation is partly due to Arthur Weasley.

Dean Snape, who was sitting at the guest table, suddenly stood up. When he saw the empty seats for Harry Potter and Ron, he frowned, got up and walked out of the auditorium, and did not return until the Sorting Ceremony was over. .

With a charming smile on his face, he leaned down and said something in the ears of several professors.

Immediately afterwards, Professor McGonagall immediately changed her expression, threw the Sorting Hat that she had just finished working on on the chair, and left without looking back.

"Potter is really trying to find a way to be famous... at least six Muggles saw a car flying in the sky." Draco said sadly, "He won't be expelled anyway, right, huh."

He buried his head, feeling angry and helpless when he thought of the changes at home.

From the moment the Malfoy family took root in Britain to now, he couldn't believe that the family would collapse in his own hands...

Why, why should Harry Potter be treated lightly if he violates school rules? Why should those fathers let those Muggles confiscate the family's territory?

Even their only manor now, his father gave the Muggles a lot of gold and jewelry, saying it was to pay some 'taxes', so he reluctantly kept it. Thinking of this, Draco was not even in the mood to eat now.

The Gryffindors were not in a good mood, especially Hermione - she looked at the scoring hourglass on the wall in silence.

Everyone guessed the reason that allowed the principal and professors to abandon the welcome dinner: Harry and Ron were not here, and the Evening Prophet had news about flying cars.

It seems that the results are already obvious.

"Quiet, everyone, please be quiet!" Someone suddenly stood up at the guest table and said loudly, "Everyone, I am this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor--Gilderoy Lockhart! "

"I'm not talented, I'm just an honorary member of the Dark Arts Defense Alliance..."

Lockhart had wavy blond hair on his temples and white teeth. He made a smile that was just right and comfortable. He seemed to be deliberately bringing the topic to himself.

It seemed that Quirrell's description of him was correct: he wished all eyes would be on him.

Professor Flitwick covered his old face, made an excuse at random, turned around and walked out of the auditorium. He was worried that he would be angry to death if he stayed for one more second.

But Lockhart was disappointed, because no one from Gryffindor or Slytherin paid much attention to him.

"It's so cool..." Neville said in admiration, "I've always wanted to look down from the sky, but it's a pity... it's a pity that I can't even control the broomstick."

"They were seen by Muggles." Percy was not happy at all.

But no one paid him any attention.

"Damn it, why didn't Ronnie call us back earlier?" George and Fred looked very remorseful. They put their sister in the middle, "We were the ones who drove Harry to my house to live in the first place."

"But they broke the law! Understand...this will implicate our father!" Percy poured cold water again.

Gryffindor has been talking around Harry and Ron. Except for the witches, no one wants to see Lockhart's charming smile...especially the Weasley family, who can't afford to read it because of those books. Good impression.

Each book costs three galleons, why doesn't he grab it?

The Slytherin side was even worse. The girls there almost ignored Lockhart's self-introduction.

"Although the Ministry of Magic prohibits wizards from modifying Muggle things, believe me... the flying car is just the beginning." A large group of people gathered around Nietzsche, who were all listening attentively to his description of the future.

When they heard that broomstick technology would be applied to Muggles' new carriages in the future, everyone was so excited that they banged the table.

Except for Quidditch, which requires a broomstick, who wants to fly around on a broomstick?

"Ah ha, Harry Potter's experience reminds me of my fourth grade." Lockhart cleared his throat, "At that time, I rode the rune horse and risked my life to get under the whip of the Whomping Willow. ..."

No one knew whether what he said was true.

But because of Lockhart's excellent storytelling ability, he quickly gained the attention of wizards in the front row.

Nietzsche found that he was very good at judging the situation - after discovering what the current hot spot is, he can immediately grasp the core of it and use things that cannot be confirmed to be true or false to attract attention.

This made him think of the Daily Prophet... It's a pity that he didn't become an unscrupulous author.

"The whip of the Whomping Willow was only 0.1 inches away from my face at that time. I turned..."

"I can testify to this. Professor Lockhart's brain became stupid because of the Whomping Willow." Snape suddenly appeared at the door of the auditorium and said with a cold face.

The unique silent walking of the Slytherin Dean.

"Severus... You are really good at telling jokes. The Whomping Willow didn't hit me at that time." Lockhart laughed a few times.

"In this case, then let the flexible Professor Lockhart show Potter and Weasley how to correctly avoid the Whomping Willow." Snape glared at him and said with a fake smile.

Just when Lockhart wanted to say something, he saw Dumbledore coming in and staring at him, so he swallowed the rest of his words back into his throat.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples, and he had a headache just looking at him...

Isn't Lockhart a Merlin Level 3 Badge holder? Doesn't he have rich experience? Why does he look so unreliable, like a juggler in "Witch Weekly".

If it weren't for protecting Quirinus Quirrell, he wouldn't want to hire Gilderoy Lockhart, who had a bad reputation.

"Well, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley drove the magic car and hit the Whomping Willow when they came to school, but fortunately, they were not seriously injured. I hope you don't follow suit."

Headmaster Dumbledore's seriousness is only for the safety of students.

The same is true for Professor McGonagall. Although she is very strict, she is rarely angry... She was angry that Harry and Ron didn't take their lives seriously. The two children actually drove the car secretly!

If it weren't for the fact that the Muggle car was strong enough, I'm afraid the two would have been strangled to death by the Whomping Willow.

No, she was too angry, she had to see the obedient Hermione Granger to calm down...

"So, can't you little wizards behave yourself?" Madam Pomfrey in the school infirmary was very depressed, "I am the only one in the whole school who goes to work a day early!!"

"It hurts, it hurts...be gentle..." Ron screamed.

This is the new semester at Hogwarts. Someone always has to go to the infirmary on the first night.

It's probably a tradition.

(Take a day off on Tuesday, don't worry, I didn't miss it)

Volume 1: Chapter 86 Nietzsche quietly appreciates his performance

Regarding the 'flying car', Hermione just kicked the ball away with a frown in the face of the classmates and friends who asked about it.

She just wanted to eat dinner quietly and spend a quiet night, so she didn't want to take over the conversation at all. She glanced through the gaps in the crowd and saw the Slytherins gathered together.

"Do I look like an alchemist?" She said casually, "Why don't you ask Nietzsche? He seems to know more... Let's get back to the topic just now."

What were they talking about just now?

Oh, yes, it was about the experience described by Gilderoy Lockhart in the book.

"Actually, the story about werewolves..."

But this disappointed Hermione-Lavender, Neville and other wizards curled their lips, hesitated for a while, and finally stood up and walked towards the Slytherin table...

Who cares about Gilderoy, although he is indeed handsome, but not handsome enough compared to violating school rules.