Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Hmph, why do you think I can tolerate Lockhart?" Nietzsche said, "He is the number one writer in the Wizarding World Publishing House... Recommendation, you know! Bring it to you!"

"Don't worry, let me see again..."

To be honest, Hermione was a little jealous of his talent.

No, Nietzsche can't surpass her in potions - Hermione Granger! This is her last hope!

Volume One: Chapter 100: Lockhart Wants Fame

Colin and Mrs. Norris may have to wait until the first batch of mandrakes mature next spring before they can receive treatment, and the rest of the time they can only lie in hospital beds.

As for Harry... Slytherin accepted him instead, because the little snakes didn't think a Gryffindor would be the successor.

But now he was only thinking about Quidditch, and he wasn't much affected by other people's opinions.

On a Saturday afternoon in mid-November, Nietzsche and Hermione temporarily put aside Professor Flitwick's duel training and came to the third floor. They planned to ask the slightly famous Professor Lockhart.

"Have you heard the stories he told?" Hermione held a copy of "Magical Me" in her arms.

"If you're referring to his victory over the Wagga Wagga werewolf, he already said that on Tuesday..." Nietzsche replied absently, looking around the corner of the corridor.

At the corner where Colin and Mrs. Norris were killed, there were many spiders crawling out of the small cracks in the wall.

"But don't you think there are a lot of doubts in his story?"

"Come on, Lockhart's way of teaching is to dramatize the things he wrote in the book... If it was just a documentary story, no one might have read it." Although Nietzsche was nonchalant, he still stayed A careful mind.

Hermione stubbornly pulled Nietzsche and stood at the door of the Dark Arts Defense Office.

You know, she is different from the kind of little witch who pays attention to appearance. Moreover, judging from Lockhart's external evaluation, this makes him very different from the image in the novel. It is probably the difference between arrogance and confidence.

"Do you remember what he said? He said: 'I saved the villagers of Wagga Wagga from being attacked by werewolves once a month.' He was lying!" Hermione analyzed calmly.

"But didn't he say that he used the 'Restore Humanoid Curse'?"

"That's the problem!" The girl stood at the door and lowered her voice. "I asked Professor McGonagall that the Humanoid Restoration Spell can only temporarily restore a werewolf to a human body... There is no way to cure a werewolf."

"Maybe he's just exaggerating." Nietzsche raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door of his office.

At the same time, he also felt how unlikable the position was.

This is as absurd as Cambridge and Oxford universities in the UK recruiting professors for professional classes who are drama actors... But the little wizards are not without gains. At least they know how to expel dark creatures.

"What I mean is: are you sure you want to find him?" Hermione lowered her voice after hearing the footsteps inside.

"Who else can I turn to? Snape?" Nietzsche rolled his eyes, "What I need is a publishing house in the magical world."

In this regard, Snape may be even more unreliable.

Hermione stepped on him, and when she heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, she immediately took out the book "Magical Me" from her arms, and held it with both hands, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Tsk...this book is not a textbook. Remember, you owe me four galleons." She squeezed out a sound from the gap in her mouth.

"What? This book only sells for three galleons!"

"Mercury's snack fee will speed things up for you."

As soon as Lockhart opened the door, he didn't see two people arguing. He lowered his head slightly and could see the smiles on Nietzsche and Hermione's faces - this was very useful to him.

Especially when Hermione handed over "Magical Me", Lockhart smiled even more happily.

"Oh~ Dear Professor Lockhart." Hermione stammered, "I got some inspiration after reading your "Magical Me", especially the description of wizards, it is really too... Wonderful.”

Lockhart quickly took the new book and signed it, while smiling warmly at the two of them.

"Aha, you read it very carefully." He said proudly, "Yes, although this is an autobiography, it is not a description of me as a person, but a look at the modern magical world from 'my' perspective. "

But in fact, he didn't think about this level.

I just heard that Hermione's description was very good and artistic, so I took it up - it was a good description for his autobiography.

Lockhart plans to promote it again at Christmas, using today's words!

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

"We like it so much, especially this kind of description." Hermione said eagerly, imitating Parvati's sister, "So we want to submit some... wizard autobiographies to the publisher."

Nietzsche moved slightly, hiding in Lockhart's blind spot, and looked at Hermione with wide eyes.

I didn't expect that she was so good at acting. She was indeed Professor McGonagall's favorite student. It seemed that Hermione was not only good at transfiguration in spells.

"A wizard's autobiography?" Lockhart paused, then said cautiously, "I don't understand what you mean."

"It's about the biography of the founder of Hogwarts... You know, the introductions in books such as "A School History" are really too old-fashioned and boring." Hermione told him without any burden. Hold it to the sky.

Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief as he signed the book with his giant peacock quill and handed the book back to her.

"You're right, those books are indeed a bit outdated," he said enthusiastically. "If you're going to submit a biography of the founder of Hogwarts, that's in the non-academic section, and I happen to know who will accept it."

"But we... our ages..." Hermione said shyly, lowering her head.

"I believe that no one will refuse my recommendation to the first and second best students in the grade." But Lockhart suddenly changed the subject and continued, "But the Flying Car..."

"Hermione Granger! She is number one in the whole grade!" Nietzsche rubbed his hands, saw the right moment, and jumped out immediately, "She has learned more about spells than me... she can definitely help the professor. Fix the flying car.”

Hermione froze.

Wait a minute, she and Nietzsche didn't plan like this before, so why did he suddenly sell it to her?

"I..."

"That's right!" Lockhart looked at him gratefully, "That's great. I will ask someone from the publishing house to send you a letter when the time comes. Miss Granger will temporarily be my assistant to complete this work. A product that transcends the times!”

He never seems to look at other people's attitudes. He just makes his own decision and then happily closes the door.

So Hermione could only turn her head and look at Nietzsche resentfully. She crumpled the "Magical Me" in her hand hard, causing Lockhart on the cover to flee in panic from the frame.

"Nice! You'd better come up with a reason why I won't challenge you to a duel!" she roared.

reason...

Nietzsche! Let your smart head think of a solution!

"Actually, I'm protecting you!" He jumped to his wits and immediately grabbed her wrist holding the wand. "Her Majesty the Queen really misunderstood. You know that the war situation is critical now, so I am helping you solve the evacuation matter!"

Seeing his distressed look, Hermione would have believed him if she didn't know him well.

But Nietzsche is not entirely an excuse. After all, no one knows whether the monsters in the secret room will attack indiscriminately, so Hermione can rely on the mountain of professors to prevent the enemies in the dark from doing whatever they want.

Hermione's leather boots stepped on his shoes and her head leaned forward closer.

"You... always have a reason, but it's still reasonable. This time it's just a warning." Hermione's hot breath sprayed all over his face, "What about you? You can obviously be with me. "

"If the murderer is a student of the pro-purity school, then someone has to be the bait, right?" Nietzsche took a few steps back. "To be honest, although you are very powerful, sometimes you are really scary."

However, Hermione just smiled sweetly.

She cleared her throat and tried to hold back her laughter, as if someone had cast a tickling spell into her heart.

"So you think it's Malfoy?"

"It's hard to say..." Nietzsche touched his chin, thought for a moment and continued, "But he caught several herbs in the Forbidden Forest a while ago, unless he can make a potion that can turn people to stone."

But Hermione said there was no such potion.

She kicked him angrily, and after stuffing the book "Magic Me" with a floral signature into Nietzsche's arms, she did not rush to Flivy's dueling class, but walked to the corridor. Go to the bathroom.

"Let's go together when I come back."

Volume 1: Chapter 101 So Hermione became the leader

To be honest, Hermione didn't want to be involved in this investigation.

Not because of fear, but because she had to ensure the safety of others - she was not alone now, and she didn't just have Nietzsche as a friend, so there were more things to prepare for.

Hermione stood in front of the sink, rinsing her heated face with cold water.

"Oh~ Another little girl in heat... Hehe~" Several harsh jokes came from the bathroom with a 'malfunction' hanging on the wall behind her, "You are so young, but I can only... .”

Hermione raised her head and looked at the mirror that was full of stains and cracks. She was a little frightened by the sound, so she used her wand to light a few candles on the brackets, illuminating the dim bathroom.

But this was of no use. Instead, it became even more eerie - because she used the light to see the scratches on the wooden doors of the single rooms, as if scratched with her fingers.

This is a magic school, not a haunted castle... Hermione could only comfort herself in her heart.

"Myrtle?" she called tentatively.

"It's you again..." Myrtle jumped out of the toilet.

"???"

Hermione thought, this was the first time she and Myrtle had met.

"Well... I've actually been here all the time." Myrtle floated into the air with a cry, "There are very few students here, so you are actually looking for me, right... You also want to tease me. ..."

"No one is trying to trick you!" Hermione said, glaring at her.

But as Myrtle said, she did come several times.

"This is really a joke, tell me, you... this Gryffindor student." She glanced at Hermione's bow tie, "How do you want to make fun of me, huh? You are like Peeves. Hate!"

Hermione covered her forehead. She really didn't want to deal with this kind of person - ah, no, this kind of ghost.

"I'm here to find out how you died..."

"Ahhhh! How did I die?!" Myrtle rose into the air, pulled her face to the sides, and screamed, "Great, God, of course, I don't mean that 'I'm dead' is great."

Her attitude changed immediately.

Talking about her own death seemed to be a great honor for Myrtle.

Hermione understood a little. After all, it seemed that a student who didn't seem to be very popular died in school, and she had some resentment in her heart, or in other words, there was an obsession - and this obsession made her a ghost.

Nietzsche, who was leaning against the door of the girls' bathroom, took out his wand after hearing the scream, kicked the door open and rushed in.

"Oh, oh~ Sorry, I scared your sweetheart in." Myrtle wiped the water off her face, saw the wand pointed at her, raised her hands, and saluted in a French salute.

"Tell me about yourself, about how you died...the cause, process and place of death."

Hermione was too lazy to refute this misunderstanding.

"I died here, right... on that toilet, don't laugh!" Myrtle pointed to the bathroom with the sign and said with relish, "Someone laughed at me for looking like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here and cried."

"How did I die?" Nietzsche asked.

"I don't know, I just heard a boy come in and say something, and then I wanted to yell at him to get out of the girls' bathroom, and then I died...very quickly, without any pain, I didn't even have time to scream!"

Myrtle puffed up her chest, as if showing off something she was very proud of.

Although laughing at a dead person is hellish, the contrast between Myrtle's description and her smug look is so funny that even Hermione coughed several times in a row.

"Then? You can always see the man's face clearly, right?" Nietzsche remembered it in his mind.

"I didn't see any face, I just remember a pair of yellow eyes...big, definitely not human, and then I felt light, but the first thing I did when I came back was to settle accounts with those who laughed at me!"

When talking about her revenge prank, Myrtle giggled and completely forgot about her own death.

Very good, it seems that the monster in the secret room does exist.

"Just a glance?" Nietzsche asked.

"Yes, just a glance, I can be sure that I was not bitten to death, because I saw my body later." She stuck out her tongue, "I heard that I was as hard as a stone."

Eyes, petrification... Hermione wrote down this clue.

She asked a few more questions, but Myrtle said that she couldn't remember anything, not even the appearance of the monster, and then waved her handkerchief to say goodbye after the two left the girls' bathroom.

"Hey! If you die too, I will leave a toilet."

Why only one?

Because Nietzsche is not a girl, that position is still reserved for Hermione.

The two of them took advantage of the duel training time to tell Professor Flitwick about this matter - this is the duel champion, just hearing the title, you can feel enough security.

"So you are saying that the monster in the secret room is a creature that can petrify people with a glare?" Flitwick sat on the stone on the hillside and rubbed his chin.

"Yes, just like Medusa." Nietzsche said.

"I seem to have heard of... There is such a record in the school library. Let me think..." Flitwick's expression was as awkward as if he was hit by a stone while eating. "It seems to be---basilisk?"

But that thing is considered a legendary creature.

Legendary creatures-do not refer to creatures that only exist in legends, but because of their rarity, the concept and cultivation methods of the creatures are very rare and can only be passed on by word of mouth.