Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

This was the first time Hermione had seen Professor McGonagall truly angry. She wondered if she would notice anything, but then she thought, "It's not like I caused this trouble, so what's there to worry about?"

However, the professor's natural power to suppress students was amplified dozens of times in Hermione's case.

But this morally reprehensible incident must be addressed.

"All the prefects who can still move, come here!"

Gabriel Truman of Hufflepuff, Percy Weasley of Gryffindor, Gemma Farley of Slytherin, and Penelope Crivart of Ravenclaw.

Apart from the Slytherin members, the others walked over looking disheveled.

"What exactly happened? How did you all end up fighting? Tell me the whole story honestly, starting with...you! Penelope!!"

“Professor, it was Gryffindor who started attacking us first…” she shrugged, feeling aggrieved. “They were shouting things like ‘Gryffindor is the champion’ and rushing around everywhere.”

So the pressure fell on Percy's side.

Hermione crouched down and squeezed her head through the gap.

"Percy... I thought you, as the older brother, would set a good example for your younger brother and classmates..."

“No, Professor!” Percy stood ramrod straight and pointed at the Hufflepuffs. “The Hufflepuffs and Slytherins started fighting first, and then it got involved with us. Cormac McCragan is still petrified.”

Professor McGonagall didn't speak, but simply moved her eyes with a change in facial expression.

"Slytherin attacked first. We were eating snacks and watching Quidditch when we were suddenly attacked!"

"why?"

“They…they…” Gabriel turned around, called over a small badger, and whispered, “Why did they attack us?”

“Prefect, wasn’t it because those upperclassmen from Slytherin were too arrogant?” Badger said honestly. “Someone said...maybe it started with Slytherin and Hufflepuff sitting next to him having a fight.”

Hermione opened her mouth, but in the end, she swallowed her words back.

She clearly saw Nietzsche rip off his tie before crawling into Hufflepuff, and now the Slytherins chasing him are the culprits. It's just... absolutely awful.

We absolutely cannot let Harry Potter be corrupted by Nietzsche.

"Is that really the case?" McGonagall turned to look at the tall girl.

“Indeed.” Farley did not refute this, and bowed slightly to the prefects. “But they were not initially after Hufflepuff. I think it was just a misunderstanding, and I apologize for that.”

She beckoned with her finger behind her, and then the first group of Slytherins were pushed out.

The upperclassmen who favored pure-bloods blushed, clenching their fists, and finally, under Gemma Farley's warning gaze, helped each other up and apologized to each of the prefects.

But this isn't the end of the story...

"Bullshit! If they have a misunderstanding, why would they insult Hufflepuff's Quidditch and us?" Suddenly, a hand was raised from the crowd, clutching a yellow and black tie.

The 'little badger' was Nietzsche, who casually took a tie from the unconscious Hufflepuff student.

The deliberately raised voice made the professor in front not notice anything amiss.

His words made the other Hufflepuffs nod in agreement and shout as well. The little badgers, with Nietzsche leading the way, unleashed their pent-up anger, waving their fists and throwing their ties and hats forward.

Hufflepuff is always very united when dealing with outsiders.

The yellow and black striped ties and paper hats with Quidditch team badges were all thrown at Slytherin.

Everything was beyond Hermione's expectations, and she could only helplessly step aside.

“Wait, everyone, this has nothing to do with us!” Warrington stepped forward, appearing very composed.

The Slytherins initially thought that Warrington, the half-blood who had been bullied by Marcus, was there to protect them, but to their surprise, he turned to the side, pointed at them, and looked furious.

He said, "These despicable fellows take pleasure in mocking others, even in Quidditch, they like to pull dirty tricks... We Slytherins will never associate with such people!"

Warrington is right; even those Slytherins who just wanted to protect themselves didn't want to get involved.

So everyone took a few steps back, temporarily kicking the senior wizards who were helping each other out of Slytherin. They wanted to stay as far away from this incident as possible and avoid getting involved with the scapegoat snake.

“Warrington! If we’re going to go by that, Nietzsche was the first to make a move!” one of them shouted.

“Yes, it was me.” Nietzsche pushed through the crowd and came out from the other side. “Your Excellency, they stopped me from preventing Harry from falling, and I can testify that they did indeed humiliate Hufflepuff.”

As for the insults... since it all started as a group fight due to accidental injury, it's normal to try to gain some verbal advantage.

Nietzsche knew the professor was angry, so he adopted a very humble attitude.

And while recounting the entire incident, he looked sincerely into Professor McGonagall's eyes... He wasn't lying, but rather selectively skipping parts of the story.

To prevent Slytherin from returning to their original positions, he specifically brought out Warrington, Theodore, and others.

"When Potter's broom got out of control, I had Nott, Hubble, and others keep an eye on Harry. That way, when he fell, we could effectively prevent him from getting hurt and continue the exciting match."

“But clearly some people… are used to Marcus’s shameless behavior. Dean McGonagall, if Harry Potter is injured, Gryffindor will lose its Seeker and can only wait for defeat.”

Nietzsche's words not only alienated the older students but also won over a wave of goodwill that belonged exclusively to the Slytherins.

Percy Weasley excitedly grasped Nietzsche's hands. He had long heard of Slytherin, but he hadn't expected that Nietzsche was really as good as Harry had described. It completely changed his impression of Slytherin.

"Thank you, Harry, it's really great to have a friend like you..." He looked over the other person's shoulder and nodded to Warrington and the others.

Even Professor McGonagall's gaze softened.

See what a difference looks like!

While Nietzsche and Sherlock Holmes were thinking about how to save lives, this group of people were willing to attack their own students and even insult students from other houses for a small Quidditch championship.

"Slytherin... ten points deducted!"

Quirrell ignored Snape's murderous glare, and stood up, leaning on a chair and panting weakly.

"But because of Nietzsche's... behavior, add another twenty points..."

At that moment, Snape finally emerged from behind the crowd, and Professor McGonagall put her arm around the boy's shoulder, standing in front of him.

“Minerva, if I remember correctly, I am the Head of Slytherin.” Snape was very diplomatic. “Hitting someone is a violation of Hogwarts rules, and I think... Nietzsche and the others should be handed over to me.”

"Quirinas has already deducted points from him, which is reasonable."

Quirrell nodded in agreement, seemingly indicating that he and Professor McGonagall were both on Nietzsche's side.

Professor McGonagall naturally didn't have a very pleasant look towards Snape. She was clearly very concerned about Slytherin's past Quidditch championship wins, and this time Nietzsche had saved Gryffindor.

With Dumbledore, the "headmaster," absent, Harry would certainly be injured to some extent if he were to fall.

"Nietzsche, you're a Slytherin, you should..."

However, the other party didn't buy it at all.

“Is this a threat to me, Professor?” Nietzsche’s head popped out from beside Professor McGonagall. “If this is the only way Slytherin can win, then I should indeed apologize.”

“Perhaps the Slytherin team is used to this method,” McGonagall interjected.

This is an opportunity! The moment Warrington saw Snape turn around, he immediately straightened his back!

Just then, Harry swooped down and landed on all fours. People immediately clung to the railings of the stands, their eyes wide with shock. As Harry coughed, a golden ball was spat out.

Ignoring the drool, he grabbed the golden thief, lifted it above his head, and shouted, "I caught the thief!"

"150 points! Gryffindor has overtaken Slytherin, we win!"

Professor McGonagall clapped happily, then excitedly embraced Nietzsche, finally witnessing Gryffindor's resurgence in Quidditch.

"Looks like Slytherin's little tricks aren't working anymore, Godric!"

Although it was a victory for Gryffindor, many of the little snakes also admired Harry, because when they put themselves in his shoes, they realized that they could never have stayed upright in that situation.

So they turned their attention to Marcus, who was still lamenting on the grass.

"Perhaps... without that trick, the Slytherin captain really can't win."

Hermione didn't immediately join Harry, Neville, and the others in celebrating; instead, she grabbed her binoculars and ran to Nietzsche's side.

"You deliberately made such a commotion, surely you must have noticed something, right?"

“Of course.” Nietzsche pulled her outside, saying softly, “But I’m a little hungry now, how about we find a quieter place first?”

"Let's go, let's go over to Hagrid's place, I'll return the binoculars to him then."

Hermione turned back for one last look, apologizing to the cheering crowd behind her on behalf of Nietzsche... Everyone was being led by the nose.

Poor Marcus, he might even lose his captaincy.

Chapter 46 The Locked Suspect

Hagrid's Hut is on the other side of the campus. After passing Owl Hut, you can see the pumpkin patch and the stone hut with smoke rising from it by Black Lake.

This was Nietzsche's first time seeing Hagrid's residence. After pushing open the door, he found that the interior was even more spacious than it appeared from the outside, and Harry, Ron, and Neville were talking around the fireplace.

"Hagrid!" Hermione called out, bouncing around.

She seemed to know the giant, perhaps because of Harry Potter.

"More guests?" Hagrid took a kettle from the iron rack above the fireplace and brewed strong tea for the group. "Come in, it's warm in here... Ouch, my head."

However, the house was still too small for Hagrid. As soon as he stood up, he bumped his head on the roof beam.

Nietzsche was a new face to him, so Hagrid was very nervous. When he saw the boy re-tied his tie, he became even more flustered and almost threw a piece of bread into the stove, mistaking it for firewood.

"Nietzsche and John Holmes".

"Excuse me... this is a rock biscuit. I... you're from Slytherin, right? I know your Headmaster, he's very... very..."

"He's arrogant and conceited, and he's very lenient about everything that happens in his academy. Is that what you're trying to say?" Nietzsche said calmly. "Don't worry, I understand. That's just how he is."

Hagrid nodded subconsciously, then awkwardly rubbed his head.

"Actually, he's helped me make quite a few potions..." The giant changed the subject, pointing to the hunting dog by the door, "Let's not talk about that, Tooth! He's a new guest, don't bark at him!"

Nie poked at the things he called cookies on the plate with his fingers. Each one was as big as his face, and the sound they made as they hit the plate left him feeling helpless... To Hagrid, they were indeed cookies.

It might still be compressed biscuits.

“We’ve been talking about Harry,” Neville explained to the two of them, “like about the flying broomstick going out of control, what happened?”

"Someone has placed a curse; only powerful black magic can interfere with magical items..."

Hagrid placed the teapot, now filled with cold water, back on the fire stand, his voice somber: "Who would want to harm Harry in Quidditch? I mean... who else but those people would want a child to die?"