Chapter 211

Chapter 341 On Granger's Little Thoughts

Unlike the original world, Mr. Granger in this world sent his daughter to the Leaky Cauldron and left. Although he looked very worried, he still stopped at the entrance of Diagon Alley because of his Muggle identity.

So, in fact, Nietzsche influenced more than just Hermione?

But it is certain that Nietzsche was not used to the dirtiness of the Leaky Cauldron. He only showed up after he pushed Granger hastily through the stone door of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Let's go to Gringotts to exchange money first." He said calmly, not feeling guilty at all, because she owed him this.

"You are neither a dark wizard nor a member of the Ministry of Magic, so how did you suddenly appear in my house?" Granger walked towards Gringotts while looking at the young Nietzsche beside him.

The hair on both sides just passed the chin, the bangs on the forehead were level with the eyebrows, and the sky blue eyes made her subconsciously think of the headmaster. There was also a golden pocket watch hanging around his neck, and the pointer on it was replaced by an hourglass.

Granger gave a mental evaluation of this---quite pretty.

"It's a long story."

"Let's make it short!" She stood in front of Gringotts and shook the purse in her hand as a threat.

Nietzsche's mouth twitched. Obviously, no matter which Granger was very stubborn, he had a cat-like curiosity about the truth. This persistence and curiosity added up... He really deserved to be the lion of Gryffindor.

"I set traps for Voldemort and other enemies, and created a big explosion in the Ministry of Magic... This caused me to get lost in time travel." He said calmly.

Granger, who heard part of the truth, was so shocked that she couldn't say anything. She pointed at him with her finger raised.

"You-Know-Who? You ambushed You-Know-Who?" Her tone became obviously rougher, "Ah no, you mean You-Know-Who is still alive? No, no, that's true... But how did you travel through time and end up in my room?"

"It may have something to do with you." He waved his wand and directed the small purse to hit a goblin's head.

This is a good question, because Nietzsche is not sure either.

Granger couldn't exchange much money, only more than 30 gold Galleons, which was a huge sum of money for an average wizard family.

When the girl walked out of Gringotts with her jingling little wallet, she received a lot of attention from wizards when she passed the intersection of Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley.

"I need your help... use your time converter."

"I don't have a time converter, I don't even know what it is." Granger said carefully.

"It doesn't matter, you will have one when you start school." Nietzsche blinked, "I must borrow the time converter approved by the Ministry of Magic to take it back. Of course, to express my gratitude, I will leave mine to you."

In fact, he just returned the property to its original owner.

But Granger was stunned by this series of news. After all, this was her first time to come into contact with "time travel", but Nietzsche, who had already known the script, knew that this would not be her last time.

"You and Voldemort died together?" She said dizzily, forgetting for a moment that she had changed her name.

"Not quite accurate... I just faked my death, and from what Death said, Voldemort didn't seem to be dead... But it is said that his current state is probably worse than death." Nietzsche deliberately showed a sinister smile, scaring off some thieves.

Faking death is to let the Prime Minister and Moriarty relax their vigilance.

Even Voldemort is neither dead nor alive, and other Aurors and stormtroopers Muggles will think that he and Moran died with Voldemort.

He couldn't help but wonder: I don't know if Dobby has completed Order 66, killed them, and cleared the way for Senator Lockhart to become the new wizard Prime Minister.

"Death... Death?" She asked stutteringly.

"Don't be afraid, he's just a chatterbox." Nietzsche suddenly stopped in front of Madam Malkin's robe shop and tugged at Granger's clothes.

The girl subconsciously forgot how much she hated him at the beginning. He was a stumbling block for Voldemort and a time traveler. In this description, the other party's image suddenly became taller---a hero?

Forget it, his character doesn't look very good, half hero and half villain, and a little crazy.

"So, you still have to go to school with me." The girl put away her purse and said weakly, "I don't have that much money."

"So what do you want? Just tell me." Nietzsche crossed his arms impatiently, "Don't think I can turn stones into gold. If I could do it, I wouldn't let you help me."

"Since you dare to deal with Voldemort, you must be powerful..."

Nietzsche could hear Granger's calculations even if he ran to Hogsmeade.

"Crucia, Killing Curse, Imperius Curse... Which one do you want to learn?" He rolled his eyes and listed all the dark magic.

"Wait! I'm talking about learning!" Granger stamped his feet and lowered his score for Nietzsche again in his heart, "I have selected all the courses, so I definitely don't have that much time."

The beginning is the three unforgivable curses, worthy of being a student who has been cursed by Voldemort several times.

Seeing Nietzsche rushing into Madam Malkin's robe shop silently, Granger followed him and said, "Hey! You"

It's not that Nietzsche didn't want to teach, didn't want to make this deal with her, but there was always a hurdle in his heart that he couldn't get over: if he taught Granger, wouldn't it lay the foundation for Granger to bully him in the future?

He never wanted to do something that would only hurt himself, but this time it seemed he had to do it.

"How about Potions?" Nietzsche suddenly thought of a good idea. He was good at more than just Charms, so he said sincerely, "I'm a student of Slytherin. As long as I'm here, I'm sure Snape won't look for him." You're in trouble."

The first thing to do in cooperation is sincerity, and he also needs Granger to put down his guard against himself.

Mrs. Malkin came over and gestured with Nietzsche with a tape measure. At this time, the two of them coincidentally stopped discussing some obscure issues.

"Potions? Okay." Granger said.

"Okay, then you pay."

"That's the gift money I wanted to sell the owl for, you owe me!"

Granger's impression of Nietzsche has changed from a wanted criminal covered in blood at the beginning, to a hero who dared to face Voldemort, and now he has been reduced to a crazy villain.

Although she thought so, she still paid the money honestly.

Chapter 342 Nietzsche’s Bizarre Adventure

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Because Granger ran out of money to buy an owl, Nietzsche compensated her by finding her a Persian cat with catnivet blood.

After that, he went shopping with Granger and Harry and Ron in another world before going home. On the night before school started, Nietzsche, who was hiding in the bedroom, took out the crucible and prepared the raw materials and started brewing the potion.

"Lavender... mint... Crookshanks, don't eat my crocodile heart!" Nietzsche slapped away the sneaky cat's claws.

Crookshanks lightly slapped him with his tail. If he hadn't smelled a familiar scent on him, he wouldn't have been carried into Granger's arms.

In fact, yesterday, it was walking in Diagon Alley, but it ended up being captured by Nietzsche and taken back to the Magical Creatures Pet Shop. It was an unforeseen disaster.

Of course, little Granger didn't know this. She thought she was just lucky and happened to encounter Crookshanks who couldn't sell it.

wisps of green smoke and the fragrance of lavender wafted out of the girl's simple bedroom window, while Crookshanks stared eagerly at the evenly chopped pieces of meat on the chopping board.

But when Nietzsche threw in the ground mint leaves, Granger couldn't sit still.

"How come the mint leaves are dry?" She picked up Crookshanks and threw them on her bed.

"Dried mint leaves have a lighter flavor than fresh mint leaves... Think about it, do you usually like to add such pungent foods to broth?" Nietzsche still went his own way, as if he was spreading salt.

In his eyes, this sacred science of potions seemed to have become a science of cooking.

"Taste! You're just here for the taste!" Granger said in disbelief. "I mean, although some potions are terrible to drink, won't rashly changing the ingredients make the potion lose its effect?"

Nietzsche shook his head slightly. It seemed that Granger was still too restrained at this stage and did not know how to adapt.

"What do you think potions is? Magic exists in all things. The magic contained in dried mint and fresh mint has not changed. It is not so much about the rigor of potions as it is about the rigor of controlling magic."

He paused and continued: "Moonlight, sun, morning dew...anything you are familiar with will have different effects due to different beliefs, just like..."

"Like magic?" Granger reacted belatedly and took over.

She understood quickly, but her face still showed confusion and discomfort, as if she was fighting against a new world.

In fact, Nietzsche understood her very well. It was obvious that Granger regarded potions as a kind of magical chemistry. After all, in potions, you need to master a certain dose of raw materials and the different reactions that occur after they are dissolved in water.

But one day Granger didn't figure it out: Potions is, after all, a manifestation of magic.

Different magical effects interact with each other, the stirring wand guides the magic, and magic is the embodiment of will and therefore semiotically the source of the different effects produced by the raw materials.

"Yes, this is magic, and it is the reason why ordinary people can never make magic potions." Nietzsche said softly.

"Oh, so what I learned before is actually not applicable to wizards... I thought..." Granger seemed a little discouraged. She might have fallen into a misunderstanding.

"No, no, no! This doesn't mean those things are useless, it just needs to be neutralized." He knocked on his head and said very confidently, "The important magic effects will not conflict."

Who says Muggle thinking can't work? He relied on logical reasoning to unlock the secret of Wolfsbane!

It has to be said that Granger has a photographic memory when it comes to learning... Not only that, he will also diligently record these knowledge points.

While Nietzsche was making a sobering potion and a refreshing potion for himself, he also added many things to Granger that were not mentioned in the textbook, including but not limited to: If you find the raw bone spirit too unpleasant to drink, you can add some orange peel or strawberry leaf fragments.

This knowledge was actually taught to him by the future Granger in the past, but the present little Granger was surprised by it. This strong contrast made Nietzsche snicker a few times involuntarily.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the girl went to bed, and the bored Nietzsche climbed from the window to the roof.

After he calmed down, he felt a little more melancholy... There were countless but unique Hermione Grangers in endless time. This familiar and unfamiliar contradictory feeling made him just want to escape quickly.

'This is the last time we meet, at least the last time since I understand time travel. ’ Nietzsche thought.

The next morning, Nietzsche, fully equipped, arrived at King's Cross Station with Granger. Nothing had changed, except that the Granger in this world seemed to have a good relationship with Harry and Ron.

On the way back to school, Crookshanks, who was held by Granger, showed a predatory posture towards Ron's mouse.

"Keep your cat under control!" Ron yelled angrily.

"It's a cat, and cats eat mice!" Granger was reading last night's notes. After being interrupted, he frowned and said condescendingly, "This is normal, there's no need to make such a fuss..."

"It almost bit Scabbers to death!"

Granger pounded the table angrily, and left the carriage angrily holding Crookshanks.

The invisible Nietzsche did not squeeze into the carriage. He heard the girl mutter impatiently: "It's just a mouse..." and saw Crookshanks screaming non-stop.

"It's not just a mouse." He didn't remove the Disillusionment Charm, but calmly bent down and grabbed Granger's sleeve, "Don't leave here, go back and stay with your friends."

"I don't want to! Since yesterday, Ron has been talking about Crookshanks nonstop!"

"Crookshanks foresaw the danger..." Nietzsche didn't care about her little mood, and simply used magic to pick up the other's collar and threw it back. Sure enough, with Harry Potter around, the Dementors would still follow the smell of Black to find him.

Granger hadn't reacted yet, she leaned over blankly, looking at the noisy corridor of the carriage, and didn't understand what Nietzsche meant by danger for a while...

'He is Voldemort's enemy, did he find something? ' She thought to herself, hugging Crookshanks tighter in her arms.

The temperature dropped sharply, and white frost began to condense rapidly on the windows of the car. The lights in the corridor gradually went out, and a substantial darkness spread from the door to both ends of the carriage, and then the Dementors came.

It stopped in front of the car door... From the perspective of others, the Dementor seemed to be stuck in the door frame.

It was Nietzsche who was blocking the door!

"Leave." He frowned and warned.

The Dementor couldn't see anything, but he could sense that there was a person standing in front of him. However, it couldn't move forward because Nietzsche stretched out his wand with a silver glow.

The magic power emitted by the Patronus Charm made it difficult for it to move. The appearance of being stuck in the door frame made many students in the car laugh.

The laughter attracted the Dementor. It was very hungry and made a "clucking" sound of inhalation towards Nietzsche. The tattered robe on it passed by Nietzsche's sides like black mist, and the rotten and pale hands also rested on Nietzsche's shoulders.

"Expecto Patronus---" Nietzsche's voice was as small as a whisper.

A miniature rune snake bit the Dementor's throat tightly, suppressing the terrifying inhalation sound. That was Nietzsche's special hobby of throat-locking.

In theory, the Dementor would not die, but after being stuck with the Patronus Charm, the pain of being unable to die was even more uncomfortable... It was scared and flew around in the sky, occasionally hitting the Hogwarts train that was forced to stop.

It wanted to shake off the rune snake on its neck, but it couldn't even scream. It could only scratch its vortex-like face with its claws frantically, tearing its neck, flying farther and farther, and it just wanted to run away quickly.

But it was in vain. Nietzsche's patronus was not a bird, a lion, or a mouse, but a snake that could tightly wrap around the Dementor.

Remus Lupin was awakened by the shaking of the train. He first stood up, pushed through the crowd, and looked out the window... Wait, something is wrong, and then look again, it is even more wrong.

It's bad, I woke up and saw the Dementor trying to commit suicide.

"What is that?" Granger asked nervously.

"Dementor..." Professor Lupin rubbed his eyes and said after confirmation, "Yes, it is indeed a Dementor, a dark creature that sucks people's happiness."

"But he looks very painful."

Remus was silent for a while. To be honest, he also wanted to know what was going on.

"In fact, only the Patronus Charm can expel Dementors, but I have never seen Dementors show such..." He trembled and took out a few chocolates from his pocket and gave them to Granger and the other two students.

"Is it black magic?" Granger asked seriously.

"No, of course not, it is a powerful white magic."

Granger stroked Crookshanks' head, and her heart was finally relieved.

While she sighed at the power of Nietzsche, she thought: It's really strange, it's obviously white magic, but it's used like black magic.