Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

As a professor and dean, she could never think that a college was bad or that it would lead people astray.

“No! Of course not!” Dumbledore exclaimed in surprise, then smiled easily and glanced to the side. “He is very similar to Severus, but much better, so I’m just worried.”

"His Potions class was a complete mess."

Snape's words always seemed to contain only sarcastic malice.

"But you can't assume he'll go astray just because he's in Slytherin, Albus. That kind of thinking is wrong in education... Besides, Snape is still standing perfectly fine in the headmaster's office."

Although Nietzsche was not her student, Professor McGonagall still treated every student as equally as possible.

Dumbledore naturally knew where he went wrong, but as the headmaster who ended the First World Magical War and the First Magical War on British soil, he naturally had special perspectives.

"In fact, Slytherin's criteria for choosing people included not only shrewdness, cunning, ambition, and self-interest, but also, most importantly, contempt for certain laws and regulations."

"Just because of that?" McGonagall smirked. "You think I haven't taught those Slytherins? I haven't seen many of them who truly possess these qualities. The Sorting Hat is just talking nonsense."

Let's set aside the Malfoys and the Slytherin prefects for now.

In terms of ambition and the pursuit of achievement, she seems to embody the most in Ravenclaw.

But Snape calmly said, "Pure-bloods don't automatically get into Slytherin. Those idiots get in because they have no other qualities but bloodlines."

He seemed to have forgotten that he was the head of Slytherin.

"And according to Severus's observation, this Mr. Holmes was clearly the other extreme."

Nietzsche admired Muggles more, and his contempt for purebloods was exactly the same as that for non-purebloods, perhaps even more profound.

"Who said that? A principal who always delegates his work to the vice principal?"

"It's me!" a loud shout came from behind Snape. "I never make a mistake! Believe me, Slytherin is the best choice for that child!"

But Professor McGonagall had already left.

She always felt that as a professor, one should maintain a spirit of deep inquiry. It seems that Dumbledore has really become senile; doesn't he remember that he has already made a mistake once?

“Even if the student really went astray, it’s the teacher’s fault…” she murmured to herself as she walked downstairs in the darkness.

(P.S.: The original novel, The Deathly Hallows, features Muggle wizards in Slytherin; this is not a fan fiction.)

Chapter Thirty-Four: Warrington Wants Revenge

Malfoy never dreamed that one day he would be sold out by his classmate.

Perhaps the Slytherins thought his behavior was too low-class and simply stopped playing with him. After Madame Hooch deducted twenty points from Malfoy, the little snakes unknowingly left with Nietzsche after class.

"That's it. Professor McGonagall pulled me into the Quidditch team, and training will start next week."

"You are definitely the youngest player in Hogwarts history, you have a bright future ahead of you!"

Malfoy, who had just returned to the Great Hall from the lawn, immediately overheard the conversation of the group.

If looks could kill, Nietzsche felt he had been torn to pieces by Malfoy, who, in Fauci's eyes, was a thief who had stolen his status and respect in the academy.

Malfoy, accompanied by Goyle and Crabbe, strode towards Harry.

"How come our score has suddenly dropped so much?" Warrington, who had just been discussing team composition with Prefect Gemma, suddenly noticed that the emerald in the hourglass was much less than it had been that morning.

"Needless to say, it was the trouble Malfoy caused in flight class."

Hubble spat, but not daring to be too loud because of the professors in the main seats.

Aside from the Muggle wizards of Slytherin, some half-bloods have become less and less appreciative of pure-bloods. They subconsciously compare Nietzsche and Malfoy, only to find that the latter does not possess many of the qualities of Slytherin.

Whenever it comes to deducting points, it's always Draco Malfoy's clique that comes up.

What trouble has Malfoy gotten into this time?

"He bullies Neville because of his family background; that's all he's capable of."

When Warrington noticed that some of the freshmen were starting to feel dissatisfied, an idea immediately popped into his head.

Since Marcus is relying on Malfoy, why can't these disorganized mixed-race and Muggle people find a common ground?

It is normal to prioritize self-interest, but the most difficult thing is to ensure that one's own interests do not conflict with those of others and that everyone has a share. Therefore, he could not use Nietzsche as a tool.

No, it's impossible.

"Even so, he still has quite a few supporters in Slytherin, and finding a job will be a problem in the future, but it's not a big deal for the wealthy Malfoys."

As soon as Warrington's imposing figure settled down, the surrounding freshmen immediately fell silent.

This seemed like a tough opponent. The freshmen didn't know who Warrington was and thought he was a pro-pure-blood wizard.

"But what others give is ultimately theirs, just like a slave taking his master's charity, which only makes him more convinced of his slave status."

Nietzsche slowly cut the beef pie open. The outside was crispy, but the juices and butter inside were locked inside. The chefs at Hogwarts were truly first-rate.

If it were placed outside, even royal restaurants would be fighting over it.

Warrington suddenly broke into a smile, which eased the tension somewhat.

“That’s right. Once the master leaves, what he leaves behind naturally belongs to the slave, but... that wealth was originally created by the slave.”

“Senior Warrington, I cannot buy a slave and give him his freedom,” Nietzsche said bluntly. “True freedom only comes when the slave stands up on his own.”

He certainly knew what Warrington meant.

The other party wanted the captain of the Quidditch team, but he didn't respect Flint, so he wanted to win him over. The problem was that Nietzsche didn't want to be anyone's master.

Do you know about the American Civil War?

"Is it the America of the wizarding world, or...?"

"The backward slave system in the South severely hampered trade and industrial development in the North, which intensified the conflict between the two sides, and in the end, the Southerners died under the slave system they had promoted."

Muggles and half-blood wizards represent the North, while half-bloods represent the backward South.

Purebloods clung tightly to their own territory and vigorously promoted the theory of purebloods, opposed the establishment of diplomatic relations between wizards and Muggles, and even launched the First Magical War, which they were not completely defeated.

Yes, it was the purebloods who started the war.

Nietzsche, looking at the crudely recorded history of magic, never believed that the mysterious figure whose name could not even be mentioned was the culprit behind everything.

The mysterious figure is clearly a product of war, much like the firearms and steam-powered warships invented during the Industrial Revolution...

Although Warrington is a half-blood wizard, he has been exposed to the magical world since he was very young, so he knows very little about Muggle history. Fortunately, there is a young wizard like Hubble among the new students who can explain things to him.

Warrington's horizons were broadened; he was thrilled just hearing about the impressive weapons that Muggles were making.

"So those purebloods who monopolize the magic world will eventually fail?" He gripped his clothes tightly with both hands. "I understand. We don't need to join a team that's destined to lose."

If Nietzsche hadn't appeared, he might have turned to purebloods because of Flint's beating.

But it was precisely this hope that solidified Warrington's initial belief—he didn't need to be a dog for purebloods to get what he deserved.

"We're Slytherin, why should we give up our best interests..."

Nietzsche observed them closely and became somewhat intoxicated by their excitement; he loved seeing the weak rise up against the powerful.

These moments fill individuals with vitality.

“Yes, we are Slytherin.” The Muggle-blooded snakes were lost in their fantasies and showed some disdain for the unspoken rules set by pure-bloods.

Imagine, of course you should imagine... If you can't even imagine, where will you find the courage to take the next step?

“Of course, this doesn’t mean we should retaliate in the same way as the purebloods, otherwise we’d be no different from them,” Nietzsche persuaded gently. “Let’s start with the smallest things, fully expressing ourselves… how about that?”

His words captivated the little snakes.

No one wants to suppress themselves just to conform to the environment.

“Salazar Slytherin was also a friend of Gryffindor… He never suppressed his own personality for anyone else.” Warrington suddenly realized, “Yes, I understand!”

Since Flint is someone people dare not speak out against in Quidditch, he can go to other teams to put pressure on them.

Warrington turned his head to look at the Gryffindor table. In his memory, Wood was a good opponent, but he had a bad relationship with Marcus Flint. Perhaps he could give it a try.

Nietzsche was somewhat bewildered by him.

You understand now? Understand what?

"What I mean is, you don't have to care about the pureblood rules. You can play with whoever you want. The more friends you have, the greater your benefits will be."

“That’s right! I’ve been in the wrong place all this time. So that’s why half-bloods and Muggles can’t beat pure-bloods in Slytherin. The fundamental reason is that we’ve always been playing by other people’s rules.”

After Warrington's explanation, Hubble and Theodore felt they understood a little better, and their eyes showed more admiration when they looked at Nietzsche.

No wonder he was the one who single-handedly isolated the pro-pure-blood faction of Slytherin; his perspective on things is truly different. This is the real Slytherin!

Nietzsche watched as Warrington picked up a glass full of juice and strode toward Gryffindor, silently taking a bite of his pie.

The scene of the Gryffindor goalkeeper and captain and the former Slytherin chaser chatting on the eve of a Quidditch match seems to have an inexplicable absurdity.

Nietzsche always felt that Slytherin would be led astray by him...

Maybe, possibly, probably, likely.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Slytherin Must Change

"There's nothing new in the wizarding world. The only good thing is that I can experience life in Germany after World War I, transcending time. Also, my Slytherin House is very harmonious..."

Nietzsche stopped writing, looked at the wizards mingling together, and shrugged.

This is the second weekend already, and Slytherin has gradually split into two factions—the pro-pure-blood faction and the liberal faction.

It's none of his business. Nietzsche could swear on that. Many things were things the students figured out on their own... Although he didn't know what Warrington and the others had figured out, at least there had been quite a few new developments.

“Coward!” Hubble spat.

He's such a gentleman...

"What happened?"

"You don't know, the day before yesterday, Malfoy was penalized twenty points, while Porter joined the Quidditch team. Malfoy challenged Porter to a duel because of this unfair treatment, and... ha! He actually told that Squib, Filch, about it!"

Wow, these techniques are so similar.

Did Malfoy copy it from Hermione?

"I can't believe that this is all the Malfoy heir has become."