Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

No one knows who invented it, nor how it came to be.

The only thing that can be understood is that, historically, wizards who can use the Patronus Charm are usually high-ranking officials of Wizengamor or the Ministry of Magic.

Some people believe that the Patronus Charm represents the wizard's connection with the world—because some rare wizards summon Patronus figures that are animals or magical creatures that have been extinct for thousands of years.

For example, Hedley Fleetwood's Mammoth Guardian, and the invincible Andros's Giant Guardian.

These records were all written in Headmaster Dumbledore's White Magic Research.

"Its spell is...Expecto Patronum (Patriots' Protection)."

Grindelwald deliberately dragged out his words, but Hermione and Nietzsche didn't show any curiosity. They just stared at the old professor, hoping he would give them a demonstration or something.

However, the three of them just stared at each other blankly.

"And then?" Nietzsche asked doubtfully. "Don't you know?"

“Do you think I’m some kind of magician?” Grindelwald slapped his forehead and said, without getting annoyed. “Actually, I’m waiting for you to practice and fail first before I demonstrate it again, and I really hate this magic.”

He stroked his beard, not wanting to look at Nietzsche again; he found it annoying to look at him too often.

"So you're unhappy?" Hermione asked, her tone slightly coquettish, taking advantage of the age difference. "The book says that if a wizard is in a bad mood, he might fail when using a spell."

She stared at the professor expectantly, as if pleading with him to show her some skills.

But Grindelwald couldn't resist the innocent, curious gaze of a little girl, let alone Hermione, who was skilled at acting. He looked down at the crudely made wand in his hand, lost in some happy memories.

"Call upon God to protect me!"

The professor drew a circle in the air with his wand, and a lot of silvery-white mist poured out from the tip of the wand.

Whether it was a problem with the wizard himself or with the wand, Nietzsche found that after the gas gathered in the room, it only had a vague shape.

Even when this enormous guardian was crouching on the ground, it had to bend its back slightly. Everyone in the room unconsciously stopped what they were doing. Judging from its slightly outstretched wings, it was clearly a fire dragon.

That's right, Nietzsche wouldn't be mistaken; he even had a free-roaming Norwegian Ridgeback in the Forbidden Forest.

However, Grindelwald looked up and glanced at it with a hint of disdain.

However, this fire dragon's back was not convex like Smaug's; instead, it had a row of sharp, razor-like ridges, and its wings were like those of a bat. If it stood up, it would be more than thirty feet tall.

"This is...this is the Black Dragon of the Hebrides Islands?!" Sirius Black braced himself on the dining table to keep from falling off his chair.

“Looks like there are still some experts.” Grindelwald casually flicked his wand, dispelling the dragon guardian. “Ah… I still prefer its appearance in Fiendfire.”

The Hebdiri Islands Black Dragons are naturally aggressive, and each one needs at least one hundred square miles of territory in the Fire Dragon Reserve.

While Nietzsche was deeply moved, he also became wary of the old professor before him—the form of the guardian charm was related to the wizard's spirit (and would change as the individual's spirit changed).

Therefore, the smiling, easy-going attitude displayed by this Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching assistant was not genuine at all.

The other party may never have revealed his true nature as the Black Dragon of the Hebdiri Islands.

Grindelwald first glanced at the envy and admiration in Hermione's eyes, then at Nietzsche, and explained, "Principal Dumbledore was much sharper when he was young; he used to be eager for someone to challenge him to a duel every day."

The implication is: We're all getting old, everyone has a youthful phase, right?

Nietzsche saw Hermione and immediately started trying it out with excitement. No one knew what she was thinking, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Grindelwald, standing nearby, reminded him: "Remember, when you're about to chant the spell, concentrate on recalling a profound and joyful moment... Don't deceive yourself, and don't fabricate it; it must be the most authentic one."

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A puff of silvery-white gas shot out from the tip of Hermione's wand.

Although it dissipated quickly, it represented a good start.

"It's responding! That's wonderful! I hope it's some kind of guardian spirit, like a fire dragon." Hermione excitedly grabbed Nietzsche's clothes and shook him back and forth. "If it were a long-horned water serpent, that would be even better."

Longhorned water snakes have been seen by Muggles, most notably in the Loch Ness Monster incident.

However, what attracted Hermione was its elegant, slender figure, as perfect as a ballerina's legs.

“Then you’ll probably be a transfer student at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” Grindelwald acknowledged her success, then turned and said with a smile, “Your turn.”

Nietzsche glanced at the key points of his white magic research, his mind replaying vivid, joyful memories, but...

What constitutes the most pleasant memory?

What is the criterion for "best"?

Nietzsche pondered these thoughts for a long time, including those from his childhood—the Holmes family gatherings; how Watson secretly bought ice cream for Mary and himself behind her back; his first experience controlling magic...

He brought up any memory that could make him laugh.

"Protect Me!" Nietzsche chose what he considered his happiest memory and drew a circle in the air with his wand.

But nothing happened.

He frowned, then forced a smile again and shouted forcefully, "Call upon God to protect! Call upon God to protect!"

"The stronger the pleasant emotions you feel, the more successful the spell will be!" she whispered a reminder.

“I know,” Nietzsche shook his head.

He looked at Hermione, trying to recall the days they used to chat and study together, but it was no use. The tip of his wand only glowed slightly, as if to tell him: I'm not broken, I can still use magic.

Nietzsche glanced at the somewhat dark unicorn tail.

"Maybe it's a problem with the wand," he said.

Hermione's expectant gaze gradually turned to disappointment as she looked at Nietzsche's unresponsive wand... But what puzzled her was that, unable to use the Patronus Charm, she should be the one who was disappointed.

Nietzsche tried his best to analyze things rationally.

“Let me try again, wait a minute... this time I’ll switch to a different memory.” Then, he took out the memory projector again. “Or I can divide ‘happiness’ into several levels and sort them in order.”

This idea made Grindelwald jump up and down, and he waved his wand, sending the instrument flying far away.

“You can’t be so rational. Try to be more emotional, like Hermione.” He tried his best to stop her. “That’s it. You don’t know yourself well enough, child. You don’t know what you really need.”

But what does he really need?

Family? Friends? Money? Power? Love?

Nietzsche had to admit that the Patronus Charm was probably the most troublesome spell he had ever encountered.

Chapter 184 The Pond Named 'Rationality'

“Some people are indifferent to emotions, while others are simply not interested…” Grindelwald patiently comforted Hermione on their way back to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Which category does he belong to?"

Hermione, clutching a stack of notes, hung her head dejectedly.

Her progress with the Guardian Charm was rapid and unexpectedly enviable, but she just couldn't feel happy. It was like two people sharing a cake, with one person finding it unpalatable or disliking it.

“Listen, maybe he’s just not suited to the Patronus Charm, it’s not a big deal,” Grindelwald said. “That’s just his personality, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have things he likes.”

But this only slightly alleviated Hermione's sadness.

Afterward, she immediately continued to try the Guardian Charm, because she planned that once she mastered it, she would be able to inspire Nietzsche by using her similarities to him.

Nietzsche, however, did not come to the same conclusion as Grindelwald had envisioned. In fact, he also hoped to learn the Patronus Charm, not out of a thirst for knowledge, but rather... because he was very curious about his own inner self.

So, we arrived at the dripping spout stone statue on the third floor.

"Caramel pudding, licorice wand, swarms of cockroaches, blood-smelling lollipops... Uh, the flavors are getting stronger and stronger."

Upon entering the headmaster's office, Nietzsche found that Dean Snape was still there, separated from Headmaster Dumbledore by a memory projector representing magical projection technology.

However, Snape was the most perceptive; he turned around the moment he heard Nietzsche open the door.

“Good evening, Nietzsche.” Dumbledore gestured with his hand, conjuring a chair in the air. “We’re discussing the implications of this alchemical device for humanity…”

Upon seeing Nietzsche approach, the dean still showed no intention of leaving, but simply moved his seat slightly to the side.

"What did Gilderoy say?"

The topic raised by the principal instantly drew Nietzsche closer to him.

“We believe that this alchemical machine does not only work as an interrogation tool, but is more comprehensive and can be used to treat traumatic memories, not just to observe the past, but to make up for the past.”

Perhaps it was Dumbledore's idea that, even though he spent many years at the school later on, his perspective was broader than that of ordinary people.

This is exactly what Nietzsche needs now; he desperately wants to find some stories worthy of being called 'the most delightful,' and this alchemical device can help him dig into the depths of his heart.

But Dumbledore's next words dispelled his feelings about the headmaster.

"This was a suggestion made by Severus..."

“Snape… Dean?!” Nietzsche turned his head and looked at the person next to him who seemed to have no vitality at all.

Wow, this is truly eye-opening.

Perhaps Snape still had the potential to pursue a career in medicine?

“That’s right. Severus believes that people can use false memories to revisit the past and gradually reduce the trauma it caused.” Dumbledore clapped silently. “Perhaps this can change a lot of things.”

The principal seemed to agree with this idea.

However, Snape frowned and gave a cold laugh at Nietzsche's strange look.

"So what are you doing here?" He disliked being stared at too much, and still habitually pointed his sharp side at the other person.

“I failed with the Patronus Charm, not because of the spell or the basics of controlling magic,” Nietzsche said, his eyes fixed intently on the projector. “It’s because I couldn’t find anything that could activate the Patronus.”

Snape paused for a moment, then looked up and exchanged a glance with Headmaster Dumbledore.

But Nietzsche ignored these things; in fact, he didn't understand them—even someone as antisocial, immoral, and devoid of empathy as Professor Moriarty had things that brought him pleasure.

But he didn't seem to, as if... as if everything he did was just going with the flow.

Was the world becoming a better place just a side effect? ​​Was rescuing his classmate from under the basilisk also part of his plan? Did he never take these things to heart?

"Hmm... what surprises me is that you still don't understand spells." Snape chuckled. "For questions like this, you should ask Lupin; he would be happy to tell you."

“Really? So some professors are even more capable than the dean,” Nietzsche couldn’t help but retort.

There's no way to change it; after all, he embodies the fine virtues of the Holmes family.

“Maybe there is, but it’s definitely not him!” Snape’s features contorted into a horrible expression as he growled angrily, “Never before, and never again.”

His rude manner drew criticism from the other principals on the wall.

In particular, Headmaster Black repeatedly emphasized that Snape, as the Head of Slytherin, must maintain his composure and not act like the rogue dark wizards of Knockturn Alley who would casually hurl insults.