Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Lavender, sitting at the desk behind him, nudged his roommate with his elbow, reminding him, "The show's about to begin!"

“I’ve seen this scene in a movie!” Parvati recalled for a moment and said, “Isn’t this a typical fight between the wife and the mistress? Usually, the heroine slaps the hero as the ending.”

But Daphne is no ordinary girl. Deeply influenced by certain knowledge within her family, she behaves very naturally.

Knowing that Nietzsche and Hermione were good friends, she flexibly changed her approach: "I suppose you two wouldn't mind spending a class period, right? Let's consider it a friendly exchange between Slytherins... how about it?"

Her sweet smile stunned Theodore next door, but unfortunately, neither of the two people around her were impressed.

"what is your opinion?"

Hermione activates her ability – Shift the Blame.

“I don’t know… Daphne said this desk doesn’t have a name.” Nietzsche tilted his head and said in a drawn-out tone, “If it doesn’t have a name, it’s first-come, first-served.”

Daphne, who thought she had everything under control, nodded in agreement.

As expected of Nietzsche's deskmate, Hermione immediately turned the matches in her pocket into a silver needle and engraved Hermione-Joan Granger's initials on the edge of the wooden table.

Perfect transformation and application, but unfortunately this isn't a transformation class.

Hermione thus gained the upper hand in the direct confrontation, while Daphne could only slink back to her seat, wiping the spot where Hermione had touched her with a handkerchief before leaving.

"When did you start hanging out with those old aristocratic gentlemen and ladies?"

“Perhaps they contacted me on their own initiative.” Nietzsche immediately grabbed her hand, grinned and said softly, “The reason you couldn’t find me the other day wasn’t because of them. I was in the library and Professor Quirrell’s office organizing materials the whole time.”

Nietzsche anticipated Hermione's attack.

Perhaps it was because Friday morning was the last day of potions class, which made the young wizards very alert. They whispered among themselves as they looked at the glass jars placed on both sides of the classroom.

Snape picked up the roster and stopped when he called out Harry Potter's name.

"Harry Potter, a very famous person!"

Malfoy and his animal friends immediately covered their mouths and chuckled, but that wasn't all. When they read out the name of Slytherin, they stopped as well.

“I almost forgot, we have someone here who is no less capable than the Savior.” He looked up at the seats, and the whispering students immediately held their breath. “I hope your ability to conjure magic is as good as your ability to cause trouble.”

No one knows what happened inside Slytherin. Snape is known for being fiercely protective of his own, and is the most biased head of the four houses when it comes to favoring his own people.

Perhaps because she was sitting next to Nietzsche, Snape looked her over as well.

But after half a minute, his gaze returned to Harry. Harry had sensed from the beginning that the professor didn't like him, but he didn't lower his head. Instead, he met Snape's gaze and stared back.

The professor quickly turned around.

"You don't need to foolishly wave your wands here. If you weren't a troll, you could truly appreciate the wonderful aroma emanating from a cauldron slowly simmering over a low flame..."

"I can teach you how to boil honor, soak reputation, and even steep death."

As everyone began to drift into daydreams because of Snape's opening remarks, even Hermione leaned forward slightly. Nietzsche, who had been her deskmate for two years, knew that this showed Hermione was paying close attention to the lesson.

However, Snape suddenly turned his attention to Harry in the back row.

"Potter, what would I get if I added daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Unfortunately, Malfoy didn't see the scene he wanted to see:

He thought Harry Potter would stand there like a fool, stunned along with Ron Weasley.

“I will…I will get a very strong sleeping pill…” Harry answered haltingly, then immediately corrected himself, “It’s the Water of Life and Death.”

Now it was Snape's turn to freeze in place, his gaze fixed on Harry's green eyes, somewhat hesitant.

"Then let me ask you again, Potter." Snape's voice was much gentler than before, and his previously contemptuous gaze had returned to its vacant state. "Where do you need to find bezoar?"

"Inside the cow's stomach."

“Very well, Potter’s reputation doesn’t include ignorance. Sit down. Gryffindor gets a point…”

Bonus points?

The head of Slytherin actually gave Gryffindor extra points?!

Harry slumped back in his chair with a sigh of relief, the chair legs scraping against the stone slab with a sharp creak. He looked at Hermione with gratitude.

In fact, he initially refused. When he first enrolled, the professor looked at him with obvious annoyance. However, Hermione deduced from his account that he might be tricked in Potions class today.

Because of this tiny possibility, Harry actually spent some time in the common room on Thursday night.

“I give up. I have to say, although she’s a bit long-winded, she makes a lot of sense…” Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. “Now I understand why Lavender and Neville call her ‘Little Mag’.”

Harry grinned defiantly at Malfoy and the others, returning their mockery.

However, none of the changes escaped Snape's notice. When he saw the smug look on Potter's face, he immediately withdrew that precious point.

"Gryffindor loses one point because the vain Potter attempted to disrupt the class."

"I knew it!" Ron stomped his foot angrily.

“That’s not important. What’s important is that Harry broke the Gryffindor curse,” Neville whispered, leaning on the table. “You know, Snape really boosted Gryffindor’s grades!”

Although the score remains unchanged, behavior is the key factor.

Now that Harry has broken the curse, it means Snape will get a second and third bonus!

“Nietzsche John Holmes! Let’s see this future master of spells.” Snape, to make an example of someone, quickly found a new target. “How many methods are there for making potions?”

The question Harry just asked was about the basics of herbalism, something that could be learned simply by listening to Professor Sprout's lectures.

Therefore, the difficulty level immediately increased.

"Seven types, in addition to the decoction, infusion, and soaking you mentioned earlier, there are also poultices, tinctures, washes, and ointments."

"What would I get if I brewed a mixture of mimosa flower powder, unicorn hair, and peppermint?"

This question was clearly beyond the scope of a first-year student, and even Hermione, who was standing next to her, gradually withdrew her hand, unless she had already finished reading "Advanced Potions Making".

Hermione muttered indignantly, "That's not fair, Professor!"

“Gryffindor loses another point because Miss Granger questioned the professor,” Snape said coldly. “Although Nietzsche aspired to the fame of Mr. Potter, it seems there’s a difference…”

Nietzsche held his left hand in front of his chest, his right elbow resting on his left arm, his knuckles supporting his chin, like a standing statue of a thinker.

According to "Potions and Elixirs," most potions contain one or two common main ingredients that have coloring properties, while peppermint is generally used to refresh the mind...

"Let me think, this potion must have strong side effects, and it's a golden-yellow potion."

"The purpose of a potion is the most important thing," Snape said with extreme sarcasm. "You must never use a potion to save people again. I'm worried that your deduction show will turn poison into a healing ointment."

Malfoy was quite lucky; although he didn't get to see Harry Potter make a fool of himself, at least he had Nietzsche.

If someone's daily source of enjoyment is missing, who will make up for it?

"Hermione, what is the meaning of the acacia flower?" Nietzsche didn't look down to see the worry in her eyes, but looked directly at Snape and asked.

"Happiness... fleeting, transient happiness."

"The answer is obvious, isn't it? This golden potion brings a brief but intense pleasure, which is why peppermint is needed to keep the mind clear and maintain balance."

Nietzsche sighed, and out of boredom, without giving everyone time to think, he gave the answer directly.

Behind him was Tracy Davis, who was completely stunned by Nietzsche's reasoning, staring blankly as he flipped through every potions book he could reach.

"But why aren't unicorn feathers included in the deduction?"

“Is that even a question?” Nietzsche turned around, as if the most foolish ogre in Lord of the Rings was sitting behind him. “Magic potions certainly need a few raw materials with magical properties.”

It's not like the antlers and snakeskin that Muggles commonly use; the key is the raw materials with magical effects, which is why ordinary people can't imitate them.

Meanwhile, Hermione had already found the answer in "Advanced Potions Making".

Indeed, the description and Nietzsche's inferences were almost identical, and only... she turned the page and turned to face her deskmate.

"Professor Snape, is the euphoric drug as he described it?"

The young Slytherins were once again given a harsh lesson by Nietzsche Holmes.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Gryffindor's Victory

Although you answered correctly.

But Snape did not give Slytherin any extra points for this.

This year is really strange. In the usual Potions class, Gryffindors never get any advantage, while Slytherins take the opportunity to fill their house hourglass with points.

"Why didn't you write these down?!" Snape roared. "Next time, I expect you to just state the name of the potion directly, instead of showing off your ridiculous reasoning!"

The Potions class continued amidst the rustling of quills and parchment.

Interestingly, after the first-year students entered the school, all the instruments they had bought from Diagon Alley that were not suitable to be carried around appeared on their respective desks after Snape casually waved his wand.

For Gryffindor, this lesson has only just begun.

Snape will instruct the people from both houses to mix a potion, and he flies between the tables and chairs like a bat.

Every few minutes, Nietzsche and Hermione, sitting in the front row, could hear reprimands coming from behind them:

"You have to move the crucible off the fire before you throw in the porcupine quills, move it! How many times do I have to tell you before your mountain troll brain can remember!"

"Weasley, if you don't do it now, I'll make you boil a slug all night long!"

Even some Slytherins were not spared, except for Malfoy's slug, which was used as a model by Snape to show them the perfect way Malfoy handled it.

There were also some Slytherins who hadn't been scolded yet, but might be affected later, so they could only lower their heads and slowly move to Nietzsche's seat.

Behind the two, the wizards immediately craned their necks and stood on tiptoe as soon as Snape turned around to look for the next unlucky victim, just to imitate how Hermione stirred and how Nietzsche ground the snake's fangs.

But when all the materials were processed and they were just waiting for the final step, they never saw Nietzsche's next step.

"Are you waiting for them to grow legs and jump in themselves?" Hermione rolled her eyes and complained as she stirred her potion.

“Of course…no, I’m just curious what this ‘appropriate’ means.” Nietzsche suppressed his urge to lash out at the author, Arseni Giger, “His approach to dosage is as ugly as the way British delicacies are made.”

A suitable amount of dried nettle, a small amount of porcupine quills, a spoonful of snake fang powder...

This ambiguous and seemingly casual description exacerbated Nietzsche's obsessive-compulsive disorder, to the point that the water in the crucible in front of him was about to boil dry.

"That's it—that's it, take your hand off me!"