Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Nietzsche didn't think too much about it. As long as the professor had a method, there was no problem. It was just about finding a way to attend a class. It couldn't possibly involve time travel... right?

The first lesson in Slytherin was Transfiguration, and Professor McGonagall focused on cross-species transformation.

"Animagus is the transformation between humans and animals; of course, this is just the most basic knowledge." Professor McGonagall tapped the blackboard and said very seriously, "A qualified Animagus must undergo this process under supervision and safely."

However, it seems that the third grade focuses more on theoretical knowledge.

These complex theories are all in preparation for next year's interspecies transition.

However, Nietzsche flipped through "Intermediate Transfiguration" and found something puzzling: apart from the Transfiguration Charm, the Vanish Charm, which is even simpler than the Summoning Charm, was actually considered the most difficult spell in Owls' Transfiguration exam.

"Before the Animagus metamorphosis, you need to prepare a mandrake leaf... Nietzsche, do you have any complicated questions?"

"Why is the Vanishing Charm the most complex part of Transfiguration?" Nietzsche asked. "Because most of it involves Transfiguration Charms, where the wizard simply transforms one object into another."

The essence remains unchanged.

For example, if a wizard turns a knife into a piece of chewing gum, the soft, rubbery texture of the chewing gum replaces the sharpness of the knife, but that doesn't mean it's actually edible.

In other words, the wizard did not make anything disappear while transforming.

The Slytherins sighed, looking at Professor McGonagall's delighted smile, and all picked up their quills—good, it seemed they wouldn't be able to slack off on the first day of school.

“I’m glad you’ve finally shown interest in Transfiguration,” Professor McGonagall said, then countered with, “Can Transfiguration create something from nothing?”

"No," Nietzsche answered honestly.

"Since we cannot create something from nothing, it means we also cannot make things disappear out of thin air... We simply make something become nothingness, become all things, and the Transformation Spell is conceptually much simpler than the Vanishing Spell."

Indeed, in Professor McGonagall's eyes, this Conversion Charm was the 'simplest' thing.

Wizards merely alter the effect of an object, which, in a sense, is somewhat similar to the study of spells.

“Hold out your hand,” McGonagall commanded.

Professor McGonagall pressed an iron nail into Nietzsche's palm in front of them. This act, which looked like lynching, made Malfoy's eyes widen, but unfortunately, he was still disappointed.

The nail was like rubber; it softened and bent with the slightest pressure.

"Evanesco~"

With the professor's incantation, the soft nail simply vanished.

"Now, it's gone?" Professor McGonagall said with a smile. "No, it's 'gone' from our sight."

Then Nietzsche saw the professor tap the air with his wand, and under the professor's influence, the nail fell back onto the table. Everyone saw the professor 'create' it.

“And a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore can easily change the flow of water and fire.”

This is the power of the Vanishing Curse.

Even with the understanding of the Transformation Curse, Nietzsche could only switch the forms of things back and forth. But by understanding the essence of the Vanishing Curse, one could 'create' and 'delete' like God, bringing all things back to their most primitive state.

Nietzsche suddenly thought of something—so, shouldn't the Vanishing Curse be listed as a forbidden spell?

'A magical transformation?' He couldn't help but imagine this to himself.

Even after class, Nietzsche kept his head down, pondering the harm the 'vanishing charm' and 'transformation charm' could cause to the human body, if... he only said if...

If he used a transformation spell to turn human bones into mud, would the other person directly become an invertebrate, or be directly decomposed? No, he couldn't think about it; Nietzsche only cared about feasibility.

Suddenly, with his eyes glazed over, he bumped into someone.

What bad luck!!

“Excuse me, Professor Snape…” He intended to walk around it.

“Come with me,” Snape said, his face dark, as he lifted him by the collar. “I have a potion that can cure your eyesight.”

To be precise, he hasn't given a friendly look since he arrived at school yesterday.

However, Nietzsche didn't think the professor would be so kind; he probably... was just asking him to gather some materials again.

Chapter 154 The Unlucky Nietzsche

"Aconite, sapwort... anything harvested outside of a full moon will do. In addition, we also need a batch of moonstone, morning dew, and nettles."

As Snape explained, Nietzsche wrote down his thoughts with the helplessness of a servant.

"Is this some kind of new type of mildener?" he asked curiously.

Strangely, the sap grass needs to be harvested outside of the full moon season, aconite is an ingredient in an antidote, and morning dew is a component of a beauty potion. This combination seems rather incongruous.

Beauty treatments and wound healing—are they medicines for treating disfigurement?

“Hmph, yes.” Snape’s face was full of malice. “This is a very important remedy. Don’t get me wrong, if Lupin gets arrested one day, you’ll be responsible for it.”

"..."

Nietzsche knew Snape had no good intentions.

"Arrest me?" He rolled his eyes and asked reluctantly.

"Oh, right, it seems you don't know that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is mentally unstable," the professor said gloatingly. "He'll go crazy if he doesn't take his medicine, so you'll have to rely on this new old fogey for help."

Although he didn't know who Dumbledore's old friend was, that didn't stop him from making sarcastic remarks.

He wouldn't let anyone connected to Lupin go.

Sigh, what a miserable life. I'll have to ask the Weasley twins to buy these herbs from the Hogsmeade village shop. As for the remaining morning dew and herbs that need to be picked at specific times, I'll have to rely on myself.

So, are all the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors really not normal people?

He was either a vessel for Voldemort or a fraud, and now there was a wizard who seemed to be mentally ill. He didn't even dare to think about who he would become in the future.

Next, he will study alchemy.

This lesson was arguably the focus of Nietzsche's work. When he looked through the introduction to alchemy, he saw that Dumbledore's name was listed under the International Pioneer Award.

“Every alchemical artifact is imbued with the life's work of a wizard, and even Muggles and Squibs can feel the wonder of magic within them.” The professor, standing on the podium, described alchemy in a sophisticated and old-fashioned manner.

This is why Nietzsche was so fond of this course.

In the field of alchemy, mass production can be achieved with the right methods, and this is a technique that Nietzsche needed to master.

Alchemy is not very famous at Hogwarts; only Egyptian alchemy is world-renowned, and the greatest alchemical research center is currently located in Cairo.

However, this foundation was enough for Nietzsche to solve the current problem, and he excitedly took notes.

The only downside was that the professors for the elective courses were very busy. As soon as get out of class ended, they would rush to the next class, so Nietzsche could only keep his questions hidden in his notebook.

Just as he came out of the classroom and was walking towards the hall, Crookshan ran over.

"Can't you just stay still, huh?" Nietzsche felt a tightness in his chest from the impact; if Theodore hadn't been behind him, he probably would have fallen to the ground.

"Meow!"

Crookshan had a fish-shaped biscuit in his mouth and was looking at him with his head tilted.

"Don't rub it on me!" Nietzsche moved its head to a different position, making a disgusted face.

He didn't know where Crookshank had gone to find food. Judging from the situation, some little witch probably took pity on it and gave it some snacks... That was a good thing, at least he didn't have to worry about Crookshank going hungry.

But Crook Hill just kept looking back, and in the direction it came from was a marble staircase crowded with students who had just finished class.

Nietzsche didn't think much of it and just carried the heavy Persian cat down the stairs.

Every now and then she'd mutter, "Eat less greasy food. You're lazy and don't want to exercise. If I can't carry you anymore, you'll be spending the night in the Forbidden Forest. Don't even think about climbing into my bed..."

Suddenly, a pile of books hit him squarely on the head.

It was as if it were divine punishment from heaven for his blame towards the cat.

That's right, very accurate... because above the marble steps is a movable staircase, and to make matters worse, there's a random book on it called "The Book of Yokai".

Fortunately, the book was still tied up and could only bounce around on his head.

Crookshan let out a low growl at the "Monster Book of Monsters" above his head, then pounced on Nietzsche's arms, grabbed the book, and ran out of the hall, as if he were going to fight to the death with the book that had disturbed his interest.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry!" A familiar, panicked voice came from above. "My backpack just broke..."

It was Hermione. She was using the Summoning Charm to gather all the books scattered on the ground. Her face was covered in sweat, and she was leaning over the railing, looking down to see if she had hit anyone.

She was unlucky—she did hit someone.

But she was also very lucky—she hit Nietzsche instead.

He was staring at Hermione with a dark expression, while she could only smile sheepishly and stick out her tongue playfully.

"Could you make me a dose of Felix Felicis?" Nietzsche asked, clutching his head and looking pitiful. "It's unbelievable! I've had nothing but bad luck since I woke up this morning!!"

Hermione wrapped her torn backpack around her left arm and noticed a tear in the bottom.

"The quality is absolutely terrible. Don't worry, I'll file a complaint against this brand for you... Okay, okay, I didn't do it on purpose, but I hope it makes you a little dumber..."

Although that's what she said, she still pretended to pat his head.

The best way to deal with Nietzsche is to be like a cat, stroke his fur, and as long as you cooperate with him, everything will fall into place.

But for some young wizards whose entertainment lives are quite limited, this scene made their lips curl up involuntarily. Just watching Hermione rub Nietzsche's head, with a cat sandwiched between them, was quite a sight.

Their hearts softened.

"Oh~~"

But some people are happy while others are not – the law of conservation of smiles.

"They don't even have money to buy a new schoolbag...tsk tsk." Malfoy ducked into the crowd; he'd almost been hit himself. "Muggle-made things are just so, so incredibly rubbish!"

Without giving Hermione a chance to retort, he shook his backpack strap like a victorious rooster and smugly squeezed into the crowd.

Just kidding, why aren't you leaving? What if these two throw something at you?

“I probably packed too many. There are two books for each subject, plus the ones from the library…” Hermione counted about a dozen books and said wearily, “You’re lucky. Luckily, I left my divination crystal ball in the classroom.”

Nietzsche glanced at her but said nothing.

It's over four meters tall. If it were a crystal ball, someone would definitely be lying here today.

"What about the other book?" Hermione asked anxiously. "I have a Magical Zoology class at 2 PM!"

Nietzsche looked wistfully out the door and said, "It was just bitten off by Crookshanks. If you're lucky, you can still fix it, but at least you don't have to worry about being bitten again."