Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Hmph, the mysterious man's lackey! There's a rumor in the wizarding world: even if you know that Malfoy killed someone, you'll never find their fingerprints on the murder weapon... and it's true."

Upon hearing this, Hermione felt as if he were some kind of villain who could control everything.

They are like the behind-the-scenes figures in politically charged films, or disgusting lawyers who walk the line between law and reality.

At this moment, Neville pushed open another sliding door to a cubicle, his voice becoming as weak as before: "Excuse me... have you seen a toad? It's my pet, Rafe."

Some of the disturbed witches were about to impatiently shut the door, but when they saw Nietzsche behind the chubby little boy, they managed to force a smile.

A black trench coat, a simple cane, and dark brown bangs that just cover his ears.

She has the cuteness of a little adult, and a maturity beyond her years... No one can resist beautiful things, and even if someone doesn't care much, their attitude won't be too bad.

Nietzsche merely gave a perfunctory laugh and then turned away to think about other things.

Hermione looked at the group of witches impatiently, grabbed Nietzsche's hand, pulled it back, and whispered, "He's already out here, we can't just use him as a tool, can we?"

"Isn't that your business?"

However, Nietzsche looked at her blankly.

Hermione was immediately taken aback by this matter-of-fact attitude, and instinctively recalled how her mother dealt with her father. So she quickly grabbed his ear with her right hand.

"Nietzsche!!"

"I, Nietzsche Holmes, seek intelligence; you, Hermione Granger, cooperate with me—this is a flawless plan..."

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

Hermione stood on tiptoe and bit his ear, letting out a low, cat-like growl.

"Which one are you talking about... Hmm~ Okay, I got it."

Neville and the others were unaware of Nietzsche's suffering; instead, they looked on with envy. Only after Neville closed the cubicle door with a smirk did Hermione and Nietzsche return to their previous state.

The two still wore slight smiles, as if it had all been Neville's hallucination.

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

It's Harry Potter again.

Since their trip to Diagon Alley two months ago, the two of them had seen his name in other wizards they passed by, in newspapers, and even in some books about history.

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

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

“My God, you didn’t know… well, you’re Muggle wizards.” Neville cleared his throat and said in a low voice, “In fact, it was because of Potter that Mystic fell from power.”

"Is he a born magical genius?"

“I don’t know… but my grandma told me that the mysterious man died after he broke into his house. That’s all I know.”

"Is it possible that Potter's parents did it?"

Neville was instantly filled with fear. His eyes seemed to travel through time and see the scene from back then. He looked out the window. It was noon, and the sky was bright and clear.

He felt the warmth of the sunlight and swallowed.

"No, Harry Potter is the boy who survived a great calamity, the Ministry of Magic's acknowledged 'savior,' precisely because he was the only one who survived..."

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

This time, however, Nietzsche was quiet. He watched Neville's expression change silently, from initial fear and unease to later joy, as if he had witnessed the mysterious man die at the hands of an infant.

Unlike others, Nietzsche did not find it particularly gratifying.

"W-what's wrong?" After recounting the story from the newspaper, Neville noticed the hesitation on Nietzsche's face. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Neville..."

"what?"

He put his arm around the other man's shoulder and said softly, "Don't be happy because of other people's suffering. 'Surviving a disaster' means that Harry's parents aren't in St. Mungo's Hospital. At least don't congratulate them in person."

Nietzsche and Hermione finally understood what was going on.

This so-called "boy who survived a great calamity" was simply because he survived at the hands of a dark wizard... nothing more.

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

The entire wizarding world even celebrated this tragedy openly.

Hermione was initially just curious, but Nietzsche's reminder sent a chill down her spine.

What a huge irony.

“But the wizarding world is celebrating…” Neville also sensed something was wrong, but he couldn’t understand it.

Well, looking back, his happiness stemmed from the downfall of Mystic and the victory in the struggle, so it seems... Harry Potter's aura isn't as dazzling as he imagined.

Is the "boy who survived a great disaster" really something to celebrate?

“Politicians! Neville!” Nietzsche recalled his fathers’ conversations about some cases and said with a wave of his hand, “Never completely believe what you read in the newspapers.”

It's like those murder cases that were publicly claimed to be religious killings.

“You should be quite suitable for Ravenclaw,” Neville muttered as his excitement faded.

In reality, toads aren't very good-looking, but it was precisely because of this ugliness that Neville found his answer in the compartment of the third carriage, since no wizard would want to hold an ugly toad.

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

"I saw one in the snack cart just now when I was buying lunch..."

"Oh right...would you like some chocolate frog?" One of the witches set aside some snacks from the table.

So Neville, having learned of Rafer's whereabouts, also got a huge pile of chocolate frogs stuffed into his compartment by the witch.

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

"I didn't eat lunch because of you."

Nietzsche felt something was off about Hermione after hearing this strange remark.

Scratching his head, he declined Neville's offer of a chocolate frog and told her, "Lever probably wanted to find a companion, which is why he jumped into the passing snack cart... Why do you think that witch was so kind?"

Even if we take a step back and assume the toad didn't touch the chocolate in the box, it's still a bit unsettling.

Hermes felt a little disgusted and wanted to remind Neville, but seeing that he had almost finished eating and the frog leg in his mouth was still twitching, he swallowed his words.

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

Hermione: "Forget it, he's already finished eating. Do you want him to be so disgusted that he throws up?"

Well, she wasn't doing anything bad, nor was it a perverse act; she was simply offering advice from Neville Longbottom's perspective.

If we don't say anything, everyone's happy; but if we do, Neville will be somewhat disgusted after eating the chocolate frog that Ralph touched...

When they passed the witch selling snacks, Nietzsche's prediction proved to be correct; the slippery toad was indeed wriggling around in the snack pile.

It thought its companion was locked inside.

"Rafer is here!" Hermione exclaimed as she saw the animal's appearance. She quickly drew her wand.

The Summoning Spell can cause objects and living beings to fly towards the caster. Generally speaking, the greater the magical output, the larger the living being that can be controlled, and the caster must also know what the summoned creature looks like.

At the end of the carriage, a toad, about to be taken into the staff storage room along with a trolley, was lifted from a pile of chocolates by a force and carried through the long carriage and the crowd in the corridor.

Suddenly, three people fell out of the compartment, one of whom had his finger bitten by a rat.

Unfortunately, Hermione, who wasn't very skilled at using spells, made the summoned creature's flight path erratic, so the toad landed squarely on the face of the blond boy in the middle.

Besides the slimy mucus, there was also some chocolate sauce stuck to Malfoy's face.

The horrific scene was so horrific that Nietzsche couldn't help but hunch his shoulders and close his eyes...

Sure enough, after a three-second roar, the toad that had been "intercepted" was grabbed and thrown to the ground by the man, tumbling and crawling to Neville's feet.

"Ah! Rafer!!" Neville's eyes were filled with it.

Hermione looked extremely embarrassed. Now, with that roar, the onlookers who were peeking out from the cubicles shifted their attention from the three of them to Nietzsche and his companions.

"Oh no, you've gotten yourself into trouble."

"Who knew they'd just fall right in the middle of the hallway?!" Hermione exclaimed in a frenzy.

Now the pressure has shifted to her.

When has Hermione ever been stared at like this? It's even more terrifying than when she stood in front of a group of teachers at school to give a statement as a witness!

"Longbottom!!"

"Malfoy?"

Chapter Twelve: Twenty-Eight Holy Families

Malfoy fell out of Harry Potter's cubicle.

Although he knew that Potter was not a pure-blood family, he was still willing to be friends with Harry Potter for the sake of that well-known honor in the wizarding world, but only on the condition that he distanced himself from certain people.

The problem is that Harry himself loathed the thorn crown on his head. He hated the "savior" and the condescending attitude the other party displayed as soon as he entered.

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

“Longbottom, can’t you control your damn toad?” he said, his face ashen, as he pulled a napkin from his clothes to wipe the chocolate and slime off himself. “Forget it, you’re a penniless pauper just like Weasley.”

Hermione was initially a little apologetic.

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

The pale-faced, blond-haired wizard was none other than Malfoy, whom Neville had mentioned, and the two tall, muscular boys beside him appeared to be his bodyguards.

Neville turned around and saw Malfoy hitting Lef.

He hugged his toad, a lump forming in his throat: "Serves him right..."

Two more heads popped out from the open doorway of the cubicle: a red-haired boy and Harry, whom they had met before.