Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

He then tossed his black robe aside and strode toward the front row.

He just wanted to see something that would cheer him up, so he went to the front row and glanced at the cauldron Hermione had just put in four portions of valerian.

A near-perfect potion, and it actually came from Gryffindor... Snape quickly glared at Nietzsche.

"To grind lavender into a fine paste, you need to add a drop of caterpillar slime before grinding." The professor poured some pale purple-red liquid into the bottle. "Gryffindor... one point."

This is what he said last Friday, and Hermione obviously took it all in.

This is what a well-behaved student should do, instead of blindly following outdated knowledge from books and taking detours on their own.

"Do you think it's possible that the old bat only gave extra points because Nietzsche was sitting next to him?" Lavender shrank back in his chair, hiding his face behind the crucible.

But Parvati's opinion was completely opposite to hers.

"Doesn't seem like it..."

"why?"

“If that’s the case, Snape could have simply forbidden Nietzsche and Hermione from sitting together.”

Halloween is just around the corner.

In contrast, Hermione is also getting busier and busier, juggling her studies with running around to different people.

Even Harry and Ron had to squeeze in with others because of their various subjects and assignments. Harry, in particular, not only had to deal with his assignments, but also with Quidditch practice three nights a week.

Hermione could no longer tutor the two of them individually in Potions in the Gryffindor common room as she had at the beginning of the school year.

“She and Nietzsche have been at the library a lot lately.” Ron sounded dejected. “Yeah, hanging out with those Slytherins. Even Neville’s changed. Harry… don’t tell me you’re going too.”

"Do you expect me to help me complete the history of magic and potions?"

Harry shook his head and could only make his way to the library entrance alone through the hidden door of the movable staircase.

Upon entering, one could see several long tables pushed together, where dozens of people were huddled together, whispering and discussing their studies. The windows were closed, and the warm temperature made him feel a little dazed.

After Harry found a seat and sat down, the rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other intensified his sense of disorientation.

"You've finally arrived..." Hermione said hastily.

“Harry?” Nietzsche sat down next to the girl and waved. “You can borrow Theodore and Hubble’s notes for now. If you don’t come soon, there won’t be any seats left here.”

Harry looked around at the students; most of them were Slytherin.

However, those people only glanced at him at most, busy with their own studies, occasionally interrupting to point out his mistakes. Harry had never experienced normal classmate relationships before.

He only looked up when Nietzsche walked over.

"How was it?" Nietzsche asked cheerfully, hooking his arm around his shoulder.

“Like a dream…” Harry said softly, head down.

“In fact, they were well-prepared when they heard you were coming.” He pointed to the little snake opposite Harry. “Don’t let their current docile appearance fool you; they’ll be secretly thrilled when they get back to their dorms.”

Is this still the reserved and conservative Slytherin?

Harry couldn't believe it until he heard several coughs and Slytherin's displeasure, a feeling of utter humiliation at being exposed.

Hermione, however, seemed a little unhappy. While reading, she asked, "Did you come alone?"

"Ahem... Ron... Ron has something to attend to..."

"Come on, he just won't admit I'm right!" Hermione snorted softly. "Preserving prejudice against another house, I don't understand, how is that any different from Slytherin back then?"

Nietzsche listened to their conversation, somewhat bewildered.

So he moved closer to Hermione and asked curiously, "Is it about the duel you had with Malfoy that day?"

Hermione nodded without saying anything more. Caught in the middle, she briefly weighed her options before turning her attention back to the others. She wouldn't give up everything she had now because of something like this.

She shook her head in disappointment.

"I'm going back to rest now." "Me too."

As time went by, many people returned to their respective lounges.

At this point, Hermione and Harry exchanged a glance, both staring at each other and shaking their heads.

"What do you want to say?" He closed the book.

Harry cleared his throat, hesitated for a long time, and finally passed the buck to Hermione.

"You say it."

“That’s your business, Harry… I don’t want to get involved.” Hermione turned her head, glanced quickly at Nietzsche, and added, “Nobody wants to, including Nietzsche, that’s all.”

But the more she said that, the more intense Nietzsche's curiosity became.

Harry's emerald green eyes glanced nervously at the group at the end of the long table.

Do you know about the Gringotts robbery?

"If Gringotts has only been robbed once recently... then I should know."

“Yes, that’s it!” Harry lowered his head and waited for Nietzsche to get closer before continuing, “The reports say the murderer stole something empty, but I know where it’s hidden. I saw Hagrid take it with my own eyes.”

Hagrid...that towering giant...Harry saw him with his own eyes?

Nietzsche's thoughts were instantly transported back to before the start of the school year. When he was waiting for Watson to exchange pounds for galleons at Gringotts, he did see that tall giant, and that familiar figure was probably Harry.

"I know he's been hidden, but guarded by a three-headed dog..."

“I understand now. The murderer didn’t know that Hagrid had already taken the treasure, and that the treasure was hidden in the school.”

As expected of Nietzsche, Harry didn't need to recount the whole story from beginning to end.

"Someone wants to steal it! Nietzsche!"

“But this is Hogwarts,” Hermione interrupted him. “A school headmastered by the greatest wizard of the century, who would be crazy enough to come here?”

If that's the case, then it would be better to just go to Azkaban; it would be more convenient and save us the trouble.

Chapter Thirty-Eight Quirrell's Abnormalities

Hermione thought it was impossible for a thief to break into Hogwarts.

Although Nietzsche wanted to refute her, Hermione seemed to have a point, unless the treasure was priceless and someone was willing to let a thief risk being caught and thrown into Azkaban to jump around under Dumbledore's nose.

Harry had intended to have Nietzsche give it a try, but without thinking too much about it, he temporarily put aside the idea of ​​the treasure hidden in the fourth-floor corridor.

The day after Hermione finished her homework with satisfaction, trouble came knocking.

Nietzsche, who had just finished his Herbology class, saw Hermione frowning in the distance as he passed through the central courtyard, with Ron on the other side and Harry between them.

"You had Harry tell Nietzsche about this?" Ron shouted, having just come out of the Charms classroom.

"Otherwise what?" Hermione retorted without any politeness.

"You...you know perfectly well that the Slytherin were the ones who made us run around all day! And now you're going to tell them about it! Oh, I forgot...you're one of them."

In fact, when Harry was provoked by Malfoy that day, Hermione was the first to call out, but the only experienced person didn't intend to get involved in such matters.

If I say it's the last time, then it's the last time.

Hermione chuckled coldly, as if she had heard a joke: "If it's about learning from each other, then we're definitely on the same side. Not only that, but I'll be on Ravenclaw's side in the future!"

She didn't think she had done anything wrong.

Nietzsche saw Harry looking miserable, sandwiched between the two of them, glancing to the left and then immediately to the right, making it difficult for him to even get a word in edgewise.

"Ignorant! Stubborn and closed-minded!"

“Ignorant?!” Ron’s mood was at its worst. “I’ve known since I was a child how many dark wizards there are in Slytherin, how many innocent people they’ve killed. It’s fine if you’re friends with Nietzsche, but at least don’t tell everyone everything!”

As he spoke, he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him toward him.

It seems that everything was because Hermione made Harry do it, and Ron forgot that his friend had the freedom to do so—even if Hermione offered suggestions, it wouldn't matter if Harry didn't want to talk about it.

"No wonder you don't have many friends in Gryffindor. Maybe you'd be better suited for Ravenclaw!"

Hermione was initially angry, but then calmed down. She stared at Ron expressionlessly until he lowered his head in nervousness before turning and walking towards the tower with the moving staircase.

She needs to go to the library to calm down.

Even Harry stared at Ron in surprise upon hearing this.

"Are you crazy? Even though she's usually tough, she at least considers us friends..."

If it were anyone else, they might have gone up to Ron and demanded an explanation, but Nietzsche didn't, even though he also disliked Weasley's rhetoric... because such radical methods would only exacerbate the conflict.

However, this can also be considered a good thing.

Because Hermione is a very strong-willed person, she will not allow anyone to make any unreasonable accusations against her behavior, so Ron's emotional language was just a catalyst.

"Let me think, maybe I can go to the library and read some more books before the Halloween party starts tonight."

Today is the last day of October, and tonight is Halloween Eve, which is usually the time for the wildest parties. So this will be the last time I go to the library today.

After all... faculty and staff also need to rest on Halloween.

Nietzsche marveled at himself as a truly studious and compassionate wizard.

Of course, if he happens to see Hermione and she's upset, he can offer her some comfort.

Entering through the main gate from the central courtyard, you'll see that every corner of the castle is filled with strange and wonderful decorations—

The hall alone is filled with the aroma and sweetness of roasted pumpkin; the armor on the wall emits eerie howls as people pass by; and the flames inside the jack-o'-lanterns are blue, flickering on and off, with bats occasionally flying out from them.

Happy Halloween, Nietzsche!

Professor Flitwick dressed up as a garden goblin and threw candy to every student he encountered on the way.

"This is your reward for not causing trouble in class..." He also secretly slipped in an extra blue frog-shaped hard candy, "Honey Duke's latest mint toad candy, don't tell them it's from me."

Everyone had free classes in the afternoon, and the professors also had a rare moment of leisure.

Just then, he saw Professor Quirrell stagger out of the corridor on the left side of the hall. When he saw Nietzsche, he smiled and nodded, quickly wiping his muddy hands onto his clothes.