Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“If I were you, Potter, I wouldn’t associate with scoundrels like Weasley and Longbottom. You should learn to show some respect, or you’ll end up like your parents.”

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

Just as Malfoy and his companions were about to leave after shaking off the rat, they were blocked by Neville's toad, and now they were surrounded by onlookers. They had nowhere to go.

Harry also saw Nietzsche at the end of the carriage.

For some reason, upon hearing Malfoy's "advice," the fire that had been burning inside him could no longer be contained.

Why would you rather be bullied by them than fight back? Since you're going to get beaten up either way, you might as well fight back.

He instinctively recalled Nietzsche's beating of Dudley and the others, clenched his fists and rushed forward, wrestling with Malfoy. The pain of each punch landing on his flesh actually gave Harry a sense of satisfaction.

"They started fighting...and today is the first day of school!"

“Watch this, Hermione. This is the cream of the wizarding world.” Nietzsche raised an eyebrow and said, “Can’t you see? This is a family feud. It looks like that red-haired Weasley and Malfoy don’t get along.”

Hehe, well done!

Harry, bracing himself against a chubby fist, delivered a beautiful, heavy blow to Malfoy!

Malfoy collapsed, severely wounded!

"So much trouble before school even starts! Ugh! I'm done!" Hermione had spent most of her energy on Nietzsche, and she didn't want to deal with these problems anymore.

Before Harry could continue his pursuit, he was grabbed by the shoulders and thrown to the ground by Malfoy's two "bodyguards".

"Goyle, Crabbe, stop Potter and Weasley!" Malfoy, like a wounded peacock, scurried towards the end of the carriage with his tail drooping. "Longbottom! Get out of my way!!"

The carriage had two ends, of course, but on the other side, two tall, red-haired men blocked the way.

So Longbottom just stood there dumbfounded, stunned by the sudden fight. Malfoy, clutching his stomach, rushed to him in a panic, trying to push him away and get out of there.

Unfortunately, Longbottom was only pushed and stumbled, but did not move aside.

Because Nietzsche, standing behind him, was supporting his back with his right hand.

"Are you deaf? I said—get out of the way! And you two mud bastards!!"

Nietzsche and Hermione's clothes were still Muggle attire, unlike those worn by people from wizarding families like Longbottom; it was immediately obvious.

"Longbottom, don't let Malfoy get away!" Weasley, who was pinned to the ground by Crabbe and surrounded by a rat, shouted urgently. "You're unlucky to have fallen into my hands. You can't run away like your father could now!"

"Hey! Stop him, George... Let's go stop Percy!"

The sound wasn't just Malfoy's howl; two other red-haired boys were also shouting.

Everything is in chaos.

The main character being discussed by almost the entire carriage—Harry Potter—seemed to know the Muggle wizard behind Longbottom, who was heard roaring angrily at Malfoy.

"I'll show you whether my parents deserved what they did! Malfoy!!"

"Don't get involved..." Hermione rubbed her temples and whispered her advice.

Nietzsche looked at Harry with a face full of satisfaction, and laughed wildly.

Finally, Harry, who hadn't dared to fight back when he was hit, took the first step. Nietzsche felt that the punishment of being transferred to another school was worth it.

A person is most hopeful when they take the initiative to stand up for themselves.

Even though the frail Harry was like Sisyphus pushing a boulder uphill in battle, he was still a strong man who dared to challenge authority.

“You said this was just to gather information and influence in the wizarding world… Don’t get punished on the first day of school!” Hermione, usually so conservative, said through the car window.

At this moment, Weasley crouched down next to Goyle and, like his mouse, bit his hand.

With a wince of pain, Goyle loosened his grip, and Harry seized the opportunity to break free and get up from the ground. Driven to desperation, Malfoy shook his fist, and seeing that Nietzsche had no reaction, he gritted his teeth and threw a punch.

Nietzsche didn't flinch; he seemed stunned by the shock.

Just then, Hermione sighed, shaking her head helplessly as she sighed at Nietzsche's cunning, and drew her wand.

"Immobulus (frozen)"

Malfoy's frame was frozen; his fist was firmly positioned just two centimeters below Nietzsche's nose. He could make Nietzsche's nose bleed and then take three steps back to clear the way.

Unfortunately, Hermione stopped all of this.

"You can use spells?" Neville was somewhat shocked.

Who exactly is the Muggle...?

"I'm not quite there yet," Hermione said with an embarrassed smile. "After all, our parents aren't wizards."

Indeed, this was also part of Nietzsche's calculations. He deliberately didn't dodge, and whether it was Neville Longbottom, who seemed a bit timid, or Hermione by his side, who took action, it was all a good thing.

If an event with an extremely low probability is triggered, it doesn't matter if he endures the pain in his nose and turns back to fight back.

"Thank you, Miss Rule-Abiding Who's Suddenly Not So Respectful of Rules."

"You did this on purpose! Your wand was clearly hidden in your sleeve!"

Nietzsche simply sniffed, offering no rebuttal and pretending not to hear, content as long as the outcome didn't deviate from his plan.

Hermione's repeated scratching of the grapevine handguards with her fingernails and her slightly evasive gaze clearly reveal her excitement and secret delight.

The fact that she dared to testify for Nietzsche alone shows that she also had a natural sense of adventure.

It's like a rebound; the more closed off Hermione was before, the more she'd have to vent in certain places.

"You two, get off Harry and that unknown friend right now," Nietzsche commanded casually as he stepped forward, leaning on his cane. "What are you all standing there for? Waiting for Neville to carry you away?"

Goyle and Crabbe glanced at the wand in Hermione's hand and withdrew their hands.

As they dragged the immobile Malfoy past the others, they didn't forget to leave behind some harsh words.

We'll remember you!

"So...do you know who I am?"

Gore and Crabbe shook their heads blankly.

"You dare to talk tough without knowing who I am?" Nietzsche raised his metal cane, as if to strike. As soon as he raised it, the two fat men were so frightened that they dragged Malfoy back to their carriage.

The farce ended before the prefects arrived.

The two tall, red-haired students were the most excited.

"The King of Trains! The King of Trains!"

"Stop jeering, George... pull me up, I feel like Crabbe broke my back."

“Ron, even though you got a beating, you still looked like a Gryffindor… And I’m Fred, he’s George.”

"roll!"

Ron, who had been helped up, leaned against the car window, panting. His face was as red as the hair on his head.

Harry, on the other hand, was trembling with excessive excitement. His legs were shaking from the surge of adrenaline. Although he looked miserable, the punch he landed on Malfoy's stomach was very satisfying.

Who gave that idiot the right to bring up his parents?

Nietzsche clapped his hands and exclaimed with delight, "Congratulations to our Train King—Hermione Granger, she has quelled the Hogwarts Train riot!"

Ah ha, now more than half the people in this carriage know the name of this girl with brown curly hair and chocolate eyes. The way she decisively pulled out her magic wand was indeed very cool.

He truly deserves the title of "King of Trains".

Even Hermione couldn't help but raise her head amidst the gasps of amazement from the crowd.

"Harry, why can't we treat this hero of the battle to something to eat as a reward?"

Harry Potter, who had been prompted, immediately realized what was happening and extended an invitation with excitement and gratitude.

"Take whatever you like, it's on me!" Harry wiped the blood from his nose, pulled two Galleons from his pocket, and placed them on the snack cart. "Two pumpkin sodas, please!"

Everything happened so naturally, which is the difference between Nietzsche and Hermione. He acted only because he wanted to, not because he had a bad relationship with others. You know, his uncle was Mycroft!

To a junior official in charge of managing a warehouse for the British government...

Hermione walked proudly forward, her flat chest held high.

However, when she passed by Nietzsche, she still had to step on him, and he deserved it!

"Enjoy your lunch, Lord Granger!"

Nietzsche put his wand back at his waist and squeezed into the cubicle with Harry, Ron, and Neville, who was holding Rafer.

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PS:

For now, the author is too lazy to make too many changes to characters like Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Neville. They will simply base their character designs on the original novels and expand and improve upon them without going out of character.

(For example: Courage does not mean recklessness, while cowardice means being timid and indecisive.)

As for the movie version... well, it only borrowed scenery and Hogwarts architecture, among other things. After all...

(I still prefer Hermione's character from the original books. In fourth grade, she was able to discover the Animagus ladybug through logic and intuition alone, and even caught it. And her politically charged dream of liberating house-elves... that's just ridiculous.)

That said, why did the fox include the English variety show?

Perhaps it's because I've watched too many Sherlock Holmes movies, but every time I see Watson helplessly following along on his adventures to solve cases, and Hermione Granger gradually changing her attitude towards school rules for the sake of her friends, it's exactly the same.

To paraphrase The Lord of the Rings: The Hobbit: the spirit of the Turk buried deep within.

Chapter Thirteen: The Sorting Ceremony

The express train only gradually slowed down when the sky turned purplish-red.

"Hey! Time to change your clothes!"

Nietzsche suddenly woke up from the sofa with a start. Like a frightened rabbit, he frantically slapped Hermione's arm with his paws, urging her to wake up from her dream.

"Where...where are we?" He clutched his violently pounding chest, his eyes wide with confusion.

"We're almost at school, we need to change into our school uniforms!"

Hermione threw the black wizard's robe at Nietzsche.

"Then go ahead and change it..."