Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Alright, Potter, it's your turn." Snape beckoned to the other side, a sinister smile on his face. "You'll practice with Granger."

Even though Draco isn't here, he has plenty of ways to get around it.

So Nietzsche went off to rest, letting Harry take over and practice with Hermione. But before he could even catch his breath or warm his chair, Professor McGonagall pulled him to the VIP section, where all the professors were staring at him.

Do you know how to open the secret room?

Professor Lockhart swallowed nervously, and after seeing the other person's questioning look, he quickly explained.

"Of course, after discussion, we unanimously decided... to... to eliminate the basilisk threat." He stammered, his eyes darting around, appearing very fearful, completely unlike the demeanor of a qualified professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

“I remember reading in a book that the basilisk was terrified of the crowing of roosters,” Professor Flitwick said. “It’s strange… many of these old books don’t have the author’s name on them.”

It's as if it was intentionally preserved.

After all, ordinary wizards wouldn't raise basilisks, not even those black wizards who inherit the Parseltongue.

But this presented a problem, because Rupert Hagrid had been arrested, and there weren't many professors who knew how to care for animals. At this point, Professor Sprout stepped forward and offered to set aside an area.

“There needs to be one every ten meters along each corridor…” She was very knowledgeable about the castle’s structure.

“No, that’s not necessary.” Nietzsche immediately rejected the suggestion. “The doorway to the lounge is enough. We need to lure it out… Nobody knows if Salazar left any defensive magic in the secret room.”

Finally, the plan was finalized under the acting principal.

Hogwarts returned to its usual atmosphere, except that classes were adjusted and almost all scheduled before 3 p.m. This didn't matter much to the students, but the professors were certainly busy.

What surprised people even more was that several roosters were placed at the entrance of each of the four college lounges, and their crowing could be heard every day.

"It's a pity that Quidditch matches are temporarily canceled." Warrington sat cross-legged in the courtyard, wiping the flying broom in his hand, sighing all day long. "I was planning to have a match with Cedric."

The Quidditch players sat idly beside him.

They should have been training on the Quidditch pitch at this time, but now they can only pass the time by learning new spells in duels.

But Hufflepuff, standing to the side, had no such thoughts.

“Hey, what do you think about us getting a midnight snack every few days?” Justin Finley rubbed his hands together, his mind wandering to the roosters by the door. “I’m so hungry…we never get to see meat at our midnight snacks.”

"What are you thinking?" Ron said. "Are you planning to roast yourself by the fireplace in the lounge?"

“Although the kitchen is right next to our lounge, your suggestion seems more convenient…” Justin screamed, clutching his head in frustration. “My friends are driving me crazy. They think I’m going to get killed.”

Ron: ? ?

As the conversation veered off course, Harry glanced at Ron, who was eager to try, and Neville, who seemed interested, and spoke up to stop them. Those roosters weren't just a matter of spending money; they might need points to 'buy' them.

A score of 50... If it were the serious Principal McGonagall, it wouldn't be impossible.

Just then, Draco, who had just finished class, walked over from the greenhouse. He glared at Warrington, who was with Hufflepuff.

While they were focusing their attention on the roosters, Nietzsche had already run deep into the Forbidden Forest, intending to have a fair duel with the Basilisk—in the manner of a magical creature.

Looking at Smaug's enormous body only strengthened his resolve.

“I choose you, Smaug!” Nietzsche stroked its ferocious head, ignoring the sturgeon whose mouth was full of sticky saliva and which was now only half its body.

Watching Nietzsche interact with the dragon, Hermione couldn't help but blame the centaurs: What kind of creature have they raised the dragon to be?!

“But you can’t look directly at a basilisk,” Hermione said.

"There's no need to look at Smaug. How can something that crawls on the ground beat something that flies?" Nietzsche said proudly. "Don't forget, Smaug is a fire-breathing dragon!"

Hermione glanced at him sideways, too lazy to pay him any attention.

In fact, when Nietzsche first came to the Forbidden Forest, he was looking for help from the centaurs, but because the centaurs, including Bane and Ronan, refused to participate in the war between wizards, he finally remembered this... lazy and gluttonous fire dragon.

Oh, right, I forgot to add 'troublemaker'.

After Smaug had eaten his fill, he used the skills he had learned from the centaurs to bully the eight-eyed spiders every now and then.

Hermione watched as he controlled the flames spewed from the dragon to cook the wet half-sturgeon, and her mind began to recall Lockhart's 'teachings' in the office when they had just fixed the magical car.

“Someone like him will definitely receive a ton of greeting cards on Valentine’s Day, February 14th,” Lockhart said.

Of course, what the professor said might not be wrong, because Hermione knew Daphne Greengrass, who was also very interested in Nietzsche, almost to the point of saying 'marriage for the sake of binding interests'.

But...no, what does this have to do with her? Anyway, didn't Nietzsche prefer to die alone?

Let it be then.

Hermione thought to herself.

Chapter 116 A Broken Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day.

How utterly boring it must have been for Nietzsche, utterly tedious.

The first thing I hear every morning when I wake up is a group of people comparing their greeting cards. One person is talking about how many cards and blessings they have from several girls, and another is talking about their dates...

Even that big oaf Warrington has a girl he's in love with.

Nietzsche sighed and shook his head. He had thought these pythons would dedicate all their time to Quidditch, but it seemed they were less loyal to Gryffindor in that respect.

Just as he was about to have breakfast and get ready to go to class, he was stunned by the changes in the auditorium.

The four walls were covered with pink flowers, and the ceiling displayed rainbow-like clouds from which stars rained down, forcing Hufflepuff students to protect their bowls with their clothes to prevent scraps of paper from falling into the porridge.

“I think the students should be encouraged,” Lockhart suddenly appeared beside him.

Nietzsche turned his head and found the professor, dressed in a pink gown, winking at him as if he had done something praiseworthy.

It was as if he had invented another magic spell.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart wrapped his right arm around Nietzsche, pulling him close and inside. "So far, I've received over forty greeting cards, and the other professors will be joining in too!"

But Nietzsche did not want to walk with him, because the professors in the main seat all had frighteningly gloomy faces.

The colorful confetti drifted onto their faces, looking quite out of place, but that was still better than nothing... Flitwick simply covered his face; he didn't even want to admit that these were Ravenclaw graduates.

Not only were there 'stars' that would contaminate the food, but Lockhart was also accompanied by a dozen or so dwarves dressed as Cupid.

On Valentine's Day, Snape's Potions class seemed to become a refuge for the students.

"Right now, only the outside of the Potions classroom is enchanted, so those little dwarves can't get in." At noon, Hufflepuff, who had just finished class, seemed to have had a good nap. "That's the only way it's a little better."

Aside from Potions class, it was Nietzsche's classroom.

During a spells class in the morning, a few dwarves with golden wings, impatiently carrying harps, ran in, but Nietzsche would throw them out as soon as Professor Flitwick showed any sign of annoyance.

He didn't even turn around; he simply sat in his seat and elegantly twirled his wand, crushing the decorative wings.

"What a neat spell!" Professor Flitwick cleared his throat, feigning calmness. "I hope you all practice what you've learned... Slytherin +5 points~"

“The most important thing is the professor who imparts knowledge,” Nietzsche said modestly.

This should serve as a wake-up call for many Slytherins.

So in the following lessons, they all began to show their unique magical talents—petrification spells, repulsion spells, and banishment spells, which made the dwarves only dare to stay outside the door, so angry that they smashed the harps in their hands.

As soon as they opened the door, half the Slytherins in the classroom turned around in unison and pointed their wands at the doorway.

Dwarf: They must have opened the door the wrong way.

But when get out of class ended, it was unavoidable. When Gryffindor and Slytherin switched classrooms, a little dwarf slightly avoided Nietzsche's group and then stood against the wall.

“Hey! Harry Potter!” it called out, “I have a letter with a soundtrack that I need to deliver to you personally.”

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

"Okay, I got it... not here..." Harry blushed and clutched his backpack, trying to run away.

"stop!"

The dwarf grabbed his schoolbag, and the two of them pulled the schoolbag towards each other with all their might. As a result, with a tearing sound of fabric, the books, ink bottle, and parchment all fell to the ground.

Harry hurriedly picked up the things, but the next second, the dwarf hugged his leg.

His eyes were as green as a toad's...

I want him to be mine, because he is the knight who conquered the Dark Lord.

The dwarf's scream made Harry lose his focus. He kicked the dwarf away, mechanically turned his head, and finally lowered his head, burying his face in the pile of papers... He really wanted to snap his fingers and disappear like Dobby.

Now the Gryffindors joined in the laughter of the little snakes watching the spectacle.

"Which princess wrote you this letter?" Theodore whistled, egging him on. "Whoa~ Green-eyed knight, come quick, a princess and take him away!"

“You’ve got it backwards,” Hubble said in a low voice, standing behind him and reminding him.

"Yes...really?"

"Nonsense, isn't it the knight who carried the princess away?" Nietzsche joked.

He then pushed his classmates forward while giving Harry a meaningful smile.

Harry didn't know what to say, so he forced himself to laugh awkwardly along with everyone else. Draco, however, was clearly not going to let this opportunity pass by. So he looked around and spotted the red-haired girl in the crowd.

“I don’t think the famous Mr. Potter likes your Valentine’s Day card!” Draco yelled menacingly at Ginny’s back.

The girl's eyes instantly reddened, and she covered her face as she ran into the Charms classroom. This infuriated Percy, who grabbed Malfoy's shoulder and pushed him forward.

Although he only wanted to be the student council president, he was still an older brother.

"Get out of the way!" Percy shoved him away.

However, Nietzsche was taken aback. He could guess who wrote the Valentine's Day card, but it contained many factors: such as Harry Potter's reputation and pranks at school.

What if it's a girl who's been following Harry Potter for a long time?

Ginny Weasley certainly had this possibility, but due to numerous interfering factors, what Nietzsche saw was merely a 'possibility'.

So Nietzsche couldn't help but wonder: 'How did Draco know that?'

Of course, he might just be at odds with Weasley and wanted to find an opportunity to be arrogant and habitually mock Harry Potter and Weasley, but... this habit, combined with Polyjuice Potion, exposed the problem.

Nietzsche was like a spider on its web, able to feel the movement of every single thread.

'How could a naive young girl like Ginny tell such a secret to anyone? She's speechless even when she's around Harry Potter.'

Draco is really careless.

Long-standing habits are hard to change, and even compound decoctions cannot cover them up.

Draco Malfoy could never have imagined that his casual sarcasm would lead Nietzsche to discover that his surveillance target was Ginny Weasley, and what's worse, he didn't even realize his mistake.