Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“That’s enough.” Draco thought for a moment, then felt it was a bit inappropriate. “Don’t go too far, or it will get too big of a fuss and Snape will see it.”

“Actually, it was all Goyle and Crabbe’s idea.” Pansy tossed her hair dismissively, leaned slightly against his shoulder, and said, “Let us handle him.”

If she could, she would also like to teach that Gryffindor girl a lesson.

"It's always better to be cautious."

Gore and Crabbe had a falling out on the train, but they held back because Draco wanted Lanicze to join them.

Prefect Lucien Ball, on the other hand, was disgusted to see Slytherin going to the Gryffindor table. The feud between Slytherin and Gryffindor was far more complex than the love-hate relationship between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Malfoy, however, didn't care; he only hoped that Nietzsche Holmes could learn a lesson from what was about to happen.

The weak need to find a big tree to shelter under, otherwise, they'll just have to wait to be roasted to death by the sun.

“Ha, this year’s Slytherin freshmen are quite good.” Dumbledore also noticed the little snake that had mingled with the pride of lions, and stroked his beard. “Severus, he’s much more cheerful than you were back then.”

Dumbledore would nudge him with his elbow every now and then, which annoyed Snape.

Yes, Nietzsche was just like his unkempt father, with the arrogance of a Muggle looking down on wizards who were detached from society.

Seeing Nietzsche chatting and laughing with that girl from Gryffindor only intensified my restlessness.

"Humph!"

“Oh ho ho, you’ve got some nerve. My name is George Weasley, and this is my brother Fred Weasley.” Two strikingly similar red-haired boys circled around behind Nietzsche.

One person put their arm around Nietzsche's shoulder, their greasy fingers accidentally brushing against his shoulder, while another person took out a few eggs from their pocket and stuffed them into his pocket.

"You are Fred..."

"Huh? You can actually tell the difference?!" Fred exclaimed in surprise.

Nietzsche, however, pinched his earlobe and said, "Your ears are a little different, but most people wouldn't notice... George! I don't have the habit of eating eggs before bed!"

George's eyebrows danced exaggeratedly as he chuckled furtively, glancing furtively in Slytherin's direction.

"Listen to me, my friend, this is a rotten egg, not for eating. You'll definitely get a scolding from those Slytherins when you get home tonight. Consider this little trinket a reward from us to the bravest Slytherin."

Compared to their younger brothers, Ron Weasley, George and Fred were not so particular.

Good is good, bad is bad, and it has little to do with the college.

Fred whispered, "If it works well, remember to come back to us... 5 silver scimitars per set, we only charge 10 nats for the delivery fee."

Okay, Nietzsche got it.

They run a small business, so there's no reason they wouldn't sell to some of the Slytherin students.

"Wait a minute, this is only the first day of school, we can't cause any more trouble."

Hermione protected the remaining pudding, and Nietzsche's spoon emitted a warning growl whenever it came near. After swatting away his hand, which was reaching out from a tricky angle, for the fourth time, she impatiently waved it away.

It was as if there was a fly buzzing incessantly in front of her.

"In that case, you should go back quickly... I'm perfectly fine! Don't get a disciplinary action on the first day of school. Don't forget, your dean doesn't have a very good relationship with Mr. Holmes."

"Hmm... I now understand why Sherlock's father mourned Watson's father's marriage."

“I’m not your girlfriend either!” Hermione said, her face flushed, scratching her hair until it was a mess. “They’re not the ordinary people you used to beat up.”

Huh?

The lions smelled the melon!

The witches, including Lavender and Parvati, squinted their eyes. Although they were still enjoying their food, their minds had already wandered off.

"Also, the Watsons entered into marriage..." "The grave."

"Their lives have just begun~" "You can already see the end of their lives at a glance."

"A new life!" "The end of the world!"

"A place to belong." "A constraint."

While Nietzsche and Hermione were having a heated discussion, those around them made a conscious effort to keep their eating noises down.

Finally, Hermione couldn't resist any longer and stuffed a large spoonful of strawberry pudding into her mouth. She tapped the empty bowl, raised her eyebrows, and said:

"But none of that matters! The important thing is... you, Nietzsche, must be rational. I don't want to write to the Watsons that their son has finally been bullied at school."

"So you're worried about me?" Nietzsche asked, feigning sudden realization.

Hermione looked up to retort, but when she saw his face, she couldn't help but laugh. A sudden surge of confidence welled up inside her, and she regained her composure as before.

Even Nietzsche didn't know why, but her aura suddenly overwhelmed him.

"Your face..."

Is there something dirty inside?

“You’ve become famous.” Hermione nodded affirmatively. “You’re right… I was indeed worried about you, regarding what I just mentioned.”

The polarity is reversed!

In a duel between masters, victory or defeat often hinges on a single thought.

The only thing that can deal with Nietzsche is sincerity. Although Hermione knows that this is a case of losing eight hundred of her own, as long as she can hurt the enemy a thousand, it will be enough to turn the tide of the battle.

“Nietzsche, you’ll be remembered by Slytherin for doing this. I’ve heard Neville and Ron say that most of them are very cunning and shrewd. I’m worried that you won’t win this time as you usually do.”

She hid her hands in her sleeves, her hands sweating, but she still forced herself to look him in the eye.

Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief when Nietzsche's gaze suddenly began to wander. Clearly, in his rehearsal, she would not have said such a thing or simply ignored him.

“You’re right, I’ll go prepare it right away…” Nietzsche chuckled a few times and moved to the Slytherin table without looking back.

But after turning around and taking only a few steps, Hermione's face also started to feel hot.

"Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?" Parvati Petil asked her with a teasing smile.

"Of course not! We're just friends!!"

"Ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend?"

“He and I are not friends! No!” Hermione was bewildered by their inquisitive gazes. “We only met in elementary school.”

Parvati wanted to press for more information, but Lavender slowly shook his head at her.

Some things can't be rushed; they're more interesting when you discover them slowly.

When Nietzsche returned to the Slytherin table and casually found an empty seat at the end, the remaining desserts immediately disappeared, and Dumbledore, the headmaster, also stood up.

The auditorium gradually quieted down.

"Before tomorrow's classes begin, I need to say a few things to the new students:"

Students are prohibited from entering the school's wooded area. Other upperclassmen should also take note of this...especially the more energetic Gryffindor students.

Secondly, Mr. Filch, the administrator, also asked me to remind everyone that casting magic in the corridor is prohibited;

Finally, any student who doesn't want to experience pain or a gruesome death should avoid the right-hand corridor on the fourth floor. I think Hogwarts doesn't need too many ghosts; a few are enough.

The four ghosts above the college table bowed slightly and nodded, showing respect to Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Now, let's sing the school song before we go back to our dorms!"

A row of golden ribbons emerged from the tip of the headmaster's wand, forming lines of lyrics in the air, and Nietzsche then endured inhuman torture:

A group of people sang in their favorite tones.

Nietzsche's mouth opened and closed without making a sound, and taking this opportunity, he quickly glanced at the other teachers in the teachers' seat.

There was a professor at the top, who was this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. His head was wrapped in a white cloth like a Persian's, and his gaze darted around, only lingering on each table for a few seconds.

"Slytherin, come with me."

After the school song ended, a tall, long-haired witch walked over.

Nietzsche and the other freshmen followed prefect Gemma Farley down the marble staircase to the underground.

Everything around was like a dungeon, constantly radiating cold and dampness, until the prefect walked to a stone wall and said "pureblood," which cracked into an archway like the Leaky Cauldron.

“The Slytherin common room is right behind the dungeons,” Pansy said ominously. “Welcome to Slytherin.”

Chapter Sixteen: The Rorschach Manifesto

Was the founder of Slytherin like Snape?

He always has a long face and looks at everyone with cold eyes, just like a real snake. Otherwise, why would the Slytherin common room be behind the castle dungeon?

However, putting aside the dampness of the corridor, the interior of the lounge is quite nice.

A round, green-glowing lamp was chained to the ceiling, while the other window revealed the silvery light of moonlight filtering through the Black Lake.

The carved wooden chairs, decorative skulls, and tapestries depicting the adventures of the Slytherin founders give the entire lounge a dark, cool color palette and a gothic feel.

“Be careful,” Gemma Farley said as she stood in the doorway, waiting for Nietzsche to enter and brush past her.

At night, the sound of the lake water lapping against the dungeon windows echoed in the room. Soon, the freshmen, with full bellies and weary hearts, walked across the individual bridges into their respective dormitories.

The prefects also left one after another, leaving only Nietzsche and a few others in the large common room.

It was Goethe and Crabbe who grabbed his arms and pressed down on his shoulders. The few remaining snakes hesitated when they saw Nietzsche surrounded, but were eventually driven away by Lucien Bohr.

Although he disliked the freshman, he didn't intend to take action. If the dean found out and investigated, Malfoy would be fine, but his position as prefect would be over.

"Hey! Professor Snape!" Nietzsche suddenly called out to the other end of the corridor.

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, and even Crabbe and Goyle's strength waned considerably.

"Stop playing these tricks. The dean doesn't handle these things every year. He always goes back to his office after the welcome dinner." Lucien Ball's indifferent voice dispelled their fear.

"I understand, you're very close to the Malfoy family."

But Lucien did not refute it; he simply ushered the freshmen into the dormitory and left.

“Who isn’t close?” Draco’s face appeared even paler in the dim firelight of the dungeon. “Reality isn’t what you think, Nietzsche. Don’t be as foolish as Potter. At least follow the rules of Slytherin.”

"Wow, just a reminder, I didn't do it on the train."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Crabbe and Gore each punched him in the stomach simultaneously.