Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Hermione squeezed beside Nietzsche, giving full play to her specialty -- curiosity. She was not pretending at all, and it was this curiosity that gave the timid Neville Longbottom some confidence.

Poor Neville Longbottom was willing to be played around by Hermione and Nietzsche.

He smiled and said:

"Of course, but most pure-blood families like Malfoy have produced many dark wizards... Speaking of these, it's right to ask me. My grandmother said that my parents were heroes who suppressed families like them!"

Volume 1: Chapter 11 "Holmes" and "Watson"

The entire Hogwarts Express train presented a warm color.

The front carriage was reserved for prefects, while the back was used by other students. Each compartment was not as small as it looked, and the corridor was not like the ordinary train that was only enough for conductors and carts, but much more spacious.

Nietzsche counted and there were about five carriages in total.

"Oh, you must be talking about the mysterious man in "Magical Events of the 20th Century"?" Hermione immediately started to associate it with the "resistance" in Neville's mouth.

"Yes, almost many people lost their lives for this." Neville began to hesitate, and his hand knocking on the door stopped with fear in his eyes, "Even my parents just...just survived."

And Nietzsche just skillfully put his shoulder on him.

The kind of reasonableness he showed at this time was something Hermione had never seen before... It's better to say that if she and Nietzsche were not familiar, she would not be able to see the traces of his performance at all.

That kind of instant empathy.

"They are heroes, Neville... So what is the origin of the Malfoy family you are talking about?"

Hermione glanced at him.

This familiar words seemed to be the same when Nietzsche first transferred to her class.

Neville was comforted by him and felt much better. He said with an angry tone:

"Hmph, you-know-who's lackey! There is a rumor in the magic world: Even if you know that Malfoy killed someone, you will never find their fingerprints on the murder weapon... In fact, it is true."

Hearing this, Hermione always felt that he was some kind of villain who could cover the sky with one hand.

Just like the behind-the-scenes man in a politically colored movie, or a disgusting lawyer who walks on the edge of the law.

At this time, Neville pushed open another compartment sliding door, and his voice became as weak as before: "Sorry... Have you seen a toad? It's my pet Leifu."

Some of the disturbed witches wanted to close it impatiently, but seeing Nietzsche behind this round-faced fat boy, they could always squeeze out a smile.

Black windbreaker, simple cane, and dark brown bangs just over the ears.

It has the cuteness of a little adult, and some maturity beyond age... No one doesn't like beautiful things, even if they don't care, their attitude will never be bad.

But Nietzsche just smiled a few times in a perfunctory way, turned his head and started thinking about other things.

Hermione looked at the group of witches, impatiently grabbed Nietzsche's hand, pulled it back, and whispered: "Everyone is out, you can't use him as a tool, right?"

"Isn't that your business?"

However, Nietzsche looked at her blankly.

This matter-of-fact look made Hermione break down on the spot, subconsciously thinking of the way her mother dealt with her father, so she quickly lifted his ear with her right hand.

"Nietzsche!!"

"I, Nietzsche Holmes, ask for information; you, Hermione Granger, cooperate with me, this is a perfect plan..."

"Don't talk to me like your father."

Hermione stood on tiptoe, bit his ear and growled like a cat.

"Which one are you talking about...hiss~Okay, I know."

Neville and others didn't know the pain Nietzsche suffered, but instead showed envy. After Neville smiled and closed the compartment door, Hermione and Nietzsche returned to the way they were just now.

The two still had a smile on their faces, as if it was Neville's hallucination.

"By the way, did you hear that Harry Potter is also a freshman this year?!"

It was Harry Potter again.

Since the trip to Diagon Alley two months ago, the two of them had seen his name from other passing wizards and newspapers, and even in some history books.

Interestingly, this boy who was talked about by wizards was once bullied by his cousin.

Nietzsche looked at Neville's excitement and asked curiously, "How did Harry Potter become the boy who survived?"

"Oh my God, you don't know...Okay, you are Muggle wizards." Neville cleared his throat and whispered, "In fact, it was because of Potter that the You-Know-Who fell."

"Is he a natural magic genius?"

"I don't know...but I heard from my grandmother that the You-Know-Who died after he rushed into his house. That's all I know."

"Is there a possibility that Potter's parents did it?"

Neville suddenly became a little scared. His eyes seemed to travel through time and saw the scene at that time. He looked out the window. It was noon and the sky was fine.

He felt the warmth of the sun and swallowed his throat.

"No, Harry Potter is the boy who survived, and is recognized by the Ministry of Magic as the 'savior', because he is the only one alive..."

"That's the Unforgivable Curse! Dark magic that no one can survive!!"

But this time it was Nietzsche's turn to be quiet. He quietly watched Neville's expression change, from the initial panic, but then the happiness, as if he had seen the mysterious man die in the hands of a baby.

Unlike others, Nietzsche did not think it was worth being happy.

"What...what happened?" After telling the story in the newspaper, Neville also noticed the hesitation on Nietzsche's face, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Neville..."

"Ah?"

He hooked his shoulder and whispered, "Don't be happy because of other people's pain. 'Surviving a disaster' means that Harry's parents are not lying in St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment. At least don't congratulate them in person."

Nietzsche and Hermione finally knew what was going on.

This so-called "boy who survived a disaster" was just because he survived the hands of a dark wizard...that's all.

The thin child was bullied by Dudley and his friends, and this honor was an inescapable curse for Harry Potter.

And the entire wizarding world even took this tragedy and celebrated it openly.

Hermione was just a little curious, but after being reminded by Nietzsche, a chill ran down her spine.

What a great irony.

"But the wizarding world is celebrating..." Neville also noticed something wrong, but he couldn't understand it.

Well, thinking back, his happiness was also because of the fall of the mysterious man and the victory of the struggle. It seemed that... Harry Potter's halo was not as dazzling as he imagined.

Is "The Boy Who Lived" really worth celebrating?

"Politicians! Neville!" Nietzsche recalled the conversations between his fathers about some cases, and said with a wave of his hand, "Never completely believe what is written in the newspaper."

Just like those murders, which were claimed to be religious murders.

"You should be quite suitable for Ravenclaw." After the joy faded, Neville muttered to himself.

In fact, the toad's appearance is not very good, but it is precisely because of this ugliness that Neville got the answer in the compartment of the third carriage. After all, no wizard is willing to hold an ugly toad.

There were two witches in the compartment, one with long beautiful hair, and the other with two golden braids.

"I just saw one in the snack cart. I saw it when I bought lunch..."

"Oh, yes... do you want some chocolate frogs?" One of the witches shared some of the snacks on the table.

So Neville, who got the whereabouts of Leif, was also stuffed with a lot of chocolate frogs by the witch in this compartment.

Hermione was about to take it, but Nietzsche grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"I didn't eat lunch for you."

Nietzsche listened to this strange remark and always felt that Hermione was a little bit wrong.

Scratching his hair, after declining the chocolate frog handed by Neville, he told her: "Live probably wanted to find a companion, so he jumped into the passing snack cart... Why do you think that witch is so kind?"

Even if he took a step back, even if the toad didn't touch the chocolate in the box, it would be a bit disgusting.

Hermione felt a little nauseous and wanted to remind Neville, but when she saw that he had almost finished eating and the frog leg in his mouth was still twitching, she swallowed her words back.

Nietzsche asked: "Aren't you going to remind him?"

Hermione: "Forget it, he's finished eating, do you still want him to be disgusted and vomit?"

Well, she didn't do anything bad, nor was it a bad taste, but she stood on Neville Longbottom's side to give him advice.

If she didn't say it, everyone would be happy; if she said it, Neville would be more or less nauseated after eating the chocolate frog touched by Leif...

When they passed by the witch selling snacks, it turned out that Nietzsche's speculation was not wrong. The slippery toad was indeed pushing around in the snack pile.

It thought its companion was locked in.

"Rifu is coming!" Hermione quickly drew out her wand after seeing the appearance of the animal.

The Flying Spell can make objects and living things fly to the caster. In common sense, the greater the magic output, the larger the life form that can be controlled, and the caster must also know the appearance of the summoned object.

At the end of the carriage, the toad that was about to enter the employee utility room with the cart was lifted up from a pile of chocolate by a force and passed through the long carriage and the crowd in the corridor.

Suddenly, three people fell out of the compartment of the carriage, and one of them was bitten on the finger by a mouse.

Unfortunately, Hermione, who was not very skilled in using spells, made the trajectory of the summoned object shaky, so the toad hit the face of the blond boy in the middle without bias.

In addition to the slippery mucus, there was also a little chocolate sauce, all stuck to Malfoy's face.

The miserable situation made Nietzsche couldn't help but shrink his shoulders and close his eyes...

Sure enough, after a three-second roar, the "intercepted" toad was pinched by the man and fell to the ground, rolling and crawling to Neville's feet.

"Ah! Leif!!" Neville's eyes were full of it.

Hermione's face was full of embarrassment. Now, with that roar, the onlookers who poked their heads out of the compartments around them shifted their attention from the three people to Nietzsche and the other two.

"Oh no, you're in trouble."

"Who knew they would fall in the middle of the corridor?!" Hermione said frantically.

Now the pressure shifted to her.

When had Hermione ever been stared at like this? This was even more terrifying than standing in front of a group of teachers at school to record her statement and give evidence!

"Longbottom!!"

"Malfoy?"

Volume 1: Chapter 12: The Sacred Family

Malfoy fell out of Harry Potter's compartment.

Although he knew that Potter was not a member of the pure-blood family, he was still willing to be friends with Harry Potter for the sake of the honor known to everyone in the wizarding world, but the premise was to draw a clear line with certain people.

But the problem was that Harry himself hated the crown of thorns on his head. He hated the "savior" and the condescending attitude that the other party expressed when he entered the door.

To be honest, in Harry's eyes, Malfoy was no different from the fat Dudley.

"Longbottom, can't you take care of your damn toad?" He was livid, took out a napkin from his clothes and wiped the chocolate and mucus on his body, "I forgot that you are a pauper like Weasley."

Hermione was a little sorry at first.

But seeing the other party's old aristocratic style, he swallowed the "sorry" that was on the tip of his tongue.

This little wizard with golden hair and a pale face was the Malfoy mentioned by Neville, and the two tall and strong boys following him seemed to be the bodyguards of this pretty boy.

Neville turned his head and saw Malfoy beating Leford.

He hugged his toad, and his heart was a little blocked: "It's what you deserve..."

And two heads popped out of the compartment with the open door, one was a red-haired boy, and the other was Harry, who had met before.

"If I were you, Potter, I wouldn't get involved with people like Weasley and Longbottom. You should learn to be more respectful, otherwise you will end up like your parents."

Malfoy turned his face away again, trying to calm down and give advice.

The three Malfoys who had just gotten rid of the mouse were about to leave, but were stopped by Neville's toad again. Now they were blocked by the onlookers. There was no place to go.

Harry also saw Nietzsche at the end of the carriage.

Somehow, when he heard Malfoy's "advice", the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.