Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I understand!" Lavender suddenly realized and patted his thigh.

Hermione looked at them apprehensively.

What do you understand again? Hey! Don't mess around!

Just listen to what she said: "In this case, you need to maintain a kind of intimacy with a sense of distance, and you need to let Nietzsche take the initiative to move forward... let him have the idea of ​​'I want to go further'."

"Would this make Hermione look like a scumbag?" Parvati hesitated.

They are obviously a group of people who have only watched romance movies, but now they seem to be really coming up with ideas.

"Hey~ what do you know? This is what boys do nowadays." Lavender glanced at Hermione and continued, "Of course, you also need to change your appearance. With all due respect, it's really too old-fashioned. ”

"No, I mean..." Hermione started to panic.

But no matter what she said, those people were just immersed in their own world and ignored her.

It wasn't until the end of the banquet that Hermione found a chance to escape. Today's Halloween dinner ended perfectly. After the wizards had their fill of wine and food, they began to walk to the lounge arm-in-arm.

But when they walked out of the auditorium, they couldn't walk:

Everyone was blocked at the marble staircase in the hall, and Filch's angry curses could still be heard.

"I said no magic is allowed in the corridor!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, "I'm warning you...quickly remove the spell from your classmates and Mrs. Norris."

"Go and call the professor!" Percy ran downstairs in a panic.

With the impact of last year's 'Troll Attack', everyone began to feel a little uneasy. They did not follow the instructions of the prefects - they returned to the lounge obediently, but instead helped each other to touch the third floor.

At the same time, they needed a backbone, so Hermione and Nietzsche were pushed out.

Neither of them had to squeeze through, because the Gryffindor and Slytherin students automatically made way for them when they saw them coming.

This was the first time Nietzsche saw the ferocious face of Argus Filch. All he saw was that he was pinching the backs of Harry and Ron's necks with one hand, while a cat was hanging on the torch holder behind him, and a man was lying on the ground. student.

"Potter, you're done!" Filch pointed at him and scolded, "You know I'm... well, you just want to embarrass me, right? I'm going to hang you little brat up and whip you smoke!"

Facing his questioning, Harry could only close his eyes and mouth tightly to prevent the other party's saliva from splashing in.

"This has been the case since we arrived," Neville explained in horror.

Nietzsche crossed them and knelt down to observe. He found Colin lying stiffly on the ground, as if he was under a petrification spell, but his eyes did not move and his breathing was very weak.

His movements remained the same as before he was petrified - holding the camera in his right hand and holding a photo in his left hand, which he had not yet had time to put into his pocket.

Hermione walked among them, waved her wand, and easily removed Mrs. Norris who was hanging on the bracket.

"Thank you...Oh, poor Mrs. Norris..." Filch threw Harry and Ron to the ground and immediately picked up the cat, "No, I can't feel its breathing. , Miss Granger?"

He first wiped his tears with his dirty rough robe, then carefully held the cat and handed it to Hermione.

"It's not me!" Harry cleared his suspicions immediately after getting up. "How could I attack Colin? You know he is also a Gryffindor."

"It's you, I only saw you when I found Mrs. Norris." Filch's tears fell on the petrified cat, "Miss Granger, they just want to bully me... this ...Squib!”

He really seemed to think Hermione was Professor McGonagall.

After all, when people are in a hurry, they will always look for the most reliable person around them, and when the professors come over, good students like Hermione are Filch's lifeline.

"The secret chamber has been opened, and the successor is an enemy. Be alert! Haha... Which mudblood will be next?"

It was Draco. He had already squeezed his way to the front of the crowd. The firelight illuminated his usually fair face red. He looked at Colin Creevey on the ground and the bright red writing on the wall, with a terrifying and sinister smile on his face.

Nietzsche turned his back to the crowd and secretly put away the photo Colin held between his left fingertips.

"Are you happy?" He turned around and put his hands in his pockets.

"Sorry, I just translated the meaning on the wall..." Draco covered his mouth and said softly, "I'm really sorry if I accidentally scared you. Anyway, what does this matter have to do with us."

His words caused whispers to start coming from around him.

Draco did not flinch, but instead said arrogantly with a sullen face: "Of course, if you think I am the murderer, then please... Hehe... Holmes, you know nothing about Slytherin."

Volume 1: Chapter 97 The Melted Camera

"I think Mr. Holmes knows Slytherin as well as anyone else..." Dumbledore rushed to the scene, followed by other teachers.

Draco didn't dare to refute, he just snorted and left with his small group.

At this moment, Lockhart jumped out. He was so excited that he was out of tune with the people around him. To him, it seemed as if what was happening was just a small theater. This made McGonagall and Little McGonagall frown and purse their lips at the same time.

"I will find out about this matter, Argus... There is no student here who would deliberately use such despicable means to bully you." Dumbledore comforted the other party.

When his blue eyes scanned the writing on the wall, his expression became more serious and angry.

"Go to my office!" Lockhart joked.

This is the corridor on the third floor, closest to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, so Dumbledore did not refuse, but left the three Harrys and the two little ones behind, letting the other students go back to rest first.

Hermione followed the professors, mentally cursing her attacker.

Does the wizard here have any grudge against Halloween?

With Mrs. Norris in his arms and Colin on his back, Filch followed the group into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. This was no longer the office Nietzsche was familiar with:

The walls are covered with various self-portraits and mugshots of Lockhart, and the bookshelf is twice as small as before. Most of the few books in the pile are his own works.

Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris and Colin on the empty desk and examined them carefully for a while.

"It must be a transformation torture spell. I have seen others use it many times... It's a pity that I wasn't there, because I happen to know its counter-spell." Lockhart was giving advice.

Snape's body was hidden in the shadows. After hearing his conclusion, the expression on his face was very strange, because Snape was trying hard not to laugh in such a serious situation.

If he could, he really wanted to laugh: That's it? Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

"Nietzsche, have you discovered anything?" The principal wanted to make inferences with him like last year.

Harry looked at him and Hermione nervously, hoping in his heart that the other party would not believe Filch's words.

"Mrs. Loris was hung up, that is to say...she was hung on the stand by the murderer after she was killed." Nietzsche pondered for a moment and continued, "And Colin happened to bump into Lolly. The murder of Mrs. Si.”

"Why weren't they killed at the same time?" Snape bit Harry tightly.

"Because of this!" Nietzsche pointed to the camera and said, "Colin went back to the dormitory first. When he saw someone catching Mrs. Norris, he planned to use the camera to record it..."

Hermione immediately jumped up from her chair and quickly reached for the camera.

Although Colin's hands could not be opened and she was holding the camera firmly, she only needed to open the cover and take out the film. Unfortunately, the inside of the camera completely melted.

"But we do have some doubts. For example...why did Potter and his two friends appear in the corridor on the third floor? Why didn't they attend the Halloween dinner?" Snape had a sneer on his face.

He seemed to believe what Filch said.

"Squib...Similar words in Muggles generally mean 'gun failed to fire'. Obviously Mr. Filch is a wizard who cannot use magic. Who in Hogwarts pays much attention to this aspect?"

Nietzsche looked at the dean without any sign of weakness, which moved Harry very much.

Coupled with the writing on the wall, this was obviously a venting attack, just to create a panic in the college, and Nietzsche just wanted the principal to explain what a 'successor' was.

"That must be Potter, that's right!" Filch pointed at the other person and wailed, "He has seen the letters in my cabinet!"

But Dumbledore neither explained the riddle about the successor nor endorsed Snape and Filch's suspicions.

"We will find the murderer. Okay, Argus, when Pomona's mandrake matures, we can create a potion that eliminates the effects of dark magic... Both it and Colin are still alive." said the principal.

"I'll configure it. Regarding the resurrection potion, I can already make it with my eyes closed." Lockhart suddenly interrupted.

"I don't think a professor of petrification and transformation torture spells can produce life-saving potions... Besides, I am the Potions teacher here." Snape said coldly.

Then he looked at the office with disgust, led Mrs. Norris and Colin, and Filch to the school infirmary.

Lockhart looked eager to express himself, but Dumbledore politely declined his offer, saying he had done enough tonight.

"Come with me," the principal said to Nietzsche and Hermione.

But before leaving, Lockhart pointed at himself to Nietzsche without giving up, saying that they were the best partners and that he must remember to tell him then.

Nietzsche: You're right, but my official (Hogwarts Headmaster) identified partner as Hermione Granger.

They came to the principal's office on the eighth floor from the entrance on the third floor.

"What does that secret room mean?" Hermione started to ask as soon as she stepped into the oak door. "From what Draco Malfoy meant, this attack is obviously targeting a specific group of people!"

Her angry look was exactly the same as Professor McGonagall's, and both of them stared at Principal Dumbledore.

"Albus, I thought you had settled this matter long ago!" McGonagall said angrily.

"First of all, Armando is responsible for that, and secondly...even I'm not sure about the Chamber of Secrets." Dumbledore rested his elbows on the table, "It's a legend about Salazar Slytherin. "

It sounds like this mysterious chamber was opened once many years ago.

Nietzsche and Hermione soon fell into Dumbledore's story - it is said that the founder of Slytherin had a room that only the heir of Slytherin could open before leaving the school.

But no one knew where it was hidden, and no one knew how to open it. Maybe it required a certain level of strength? Or maybe it was related to blood.

"You should know that the secrets hidden in this school have not been fully discovered by any headmaster so far." Dumbledore said calmly.

Hermione found that Nietzsche looked worried.

In fact, Nietzsche was not worried about whether the murderer would attack again and again, but was worried about the direction of Slytherin. You know, there is a parallax between Draco and those half-blood and Muggle wizards.

He knew that Draco would not miss this opportunity, because the other party would definitely spread terrifying rumors to curb the development of most non-pure-blood wizards.

"I understand, I will find out..."

"No! Not this time." Dumbledore rejected his proposal, "If the Chamber of Secrets is really opened again, I don't want you to become the second Myrtle. Hogwarts does not need student ghosts."

"I insist on it." Nietzsche was in no mood to drink tea. He put his hands in his pockets irritably and played with the photo.

He cast his eyes on Hermione, but the girl just shook her head slightly like Dumbledore this time.

"This is not something we can intervene in." Hermione coaxed, "We have done enough, and the rest is left to the headmaster and professors..."

"But what can they do? I can't watch Slytherin succumb to fear." Nietzsche's voice was powerful, full of anger and determination, "Unless Salazar is a natural dark wizard from beginning to end!"

After that, he strode out of the headmaster's office.

What Slytherin's successor.

He, Nietzsche? John Holmes, would never allow a fabricated thing to stop Slytherin's transformation.

Volume 1: Chapter 98 Eclipse

As expected by Nietzsche, after a few days of brewing, some rumors spread in Slytherin:

Those with impure blood are the enemies of the Slytherin heir.

But there are two views on the "heir" - Hufflepuff and Gryffindor think it is Harry Potter, while the pro-pure-blood faction of Slytherin thinks it must be someone on their side.

"Potter hangs out with that group of crooked people all day long, and can he be called the heir of Slytherin? Besides... he is a Gryffindor!"

"If I were Salazar Slytherin, I might also throw out these ungrateful wizards."

Malfoy is much more arrogant on weekdays.

But he did not stand up to refute those remarks. After all, this would make Harry Potter look bad~

Nietzsche looked at the awe-inspiring Slytherin and felt a little annoyed. They seemed to really believe Draco's words and thought that the Chamber of Secrets was opened for wizards with impure blood.

Therefore, Hermione rarely saw him. She only occasionally found him standing in the corridor on the third floor, chatting with Filch who was cleaning the walls with the "Universal Magic Detergent".

"Mr. Holmes, I...I...I was mopping the floor that night." His eyes were red, and he looked like he hadn't had a good night's sleep. "But Mrs. Norris usually doesn't leave my side."

Although Filch was a squib, he was smart.

The fact that he could discuss with the professor and the headmaster that day was enough to show how important he was to Granger. In addition, there was no conflict between them at ordinary times, and his attitude was completely different from that towards other people.

Besides, Nietzsche was the first one to care about him... At least such inquiries were considered "concern" by Filch.

"Why would Mrs. Norris leave on weekdays?" Nietzsche was obsessed with it.

"Usually... Usually during night patrols, students who wander around at night are found. You mean... Mrs. Norris was the first to find the murderer?"

"It's possible. Maybe someone wants to attack you. After all, you are a... Squib." Nietzsche analyzed, "But fortunately, your cat had already noticed the presence of others during the Halloween dinner that day."

After hearing this, Filch collapsed on the ground powerlessly, not caring about the water stains sliding down the wall.

The handwriting did not disappear because of the stain remover, but Filch had completely lost his mind. Instead, he grabbed both sides of his face with both hands and pulled them out, looking very crazy and angry.

That's right...the murderer who opened the secret room was not coming for a cat, but for him.

"Holmes, if I were you, I would not choose a Squib as a helper when disaster strikes." Draco's disgusting voice came from the corridor, "Because he will only drag back!"

Before Nietzsche could react, Filch climbed up from the ground holding the broom upside down.