Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

No one likes having their most embarrassing history seen by others, and Nietzsche was no exception. He awkwardly looked up at the dark ceiling.

Snape deftly wielded his wand, restoring the broken objects in the room to their original state. It was then that Nietzsche realized that it wasn't the headmaster who had extinguished the candles, but rather that his resistance had caused many things to be crushed.

Fortunately, the other party didn't have the mind to nag about such a trivial matter that could be restored with a magic spell.

"You have three seconds to remember your reaction to the stimulus, clear your mind... three... two... one, Legilimency!" Snape raised his wand.

Before Nietzsche could even exhale his second breath, he felt as if he had been on a roller coaster, plummeting from the clouds to the ground.

This time, he saw Irene Adler, whom he had met for the first time in connection with the Bohemian scandal.

At the age of five, he received a kiss from Irene holding an unflattering photo of the royal family before their parting. The magical outburst made him realize that he was not as weak as he had imagined... At the age of nine, he saw Watson and Mary kissing, and he understood that they would have their own family.

He saw a pair of lips approaching... but he couldn't quite tell whose lips they were—Irene Adler's? Or Hermione's?

"Excruciating pain, excruciating pain! How long do you think she can endure this?"

Hermione curled up on the muddy ground, convulsing and groaning in pain... When the reality resurfaced, he could only tell himself that it was a memory, deliberately suppressing the restless emotions in his mind.

"Mudbloods!" The sharp voices of Malfoy, Pansy, Sabine, Marcus, and others echoed in his ears.

As that long stretch of memory surfaced in his mind, it was also revealed before Snape's eyes; he could now see Nietzsche's memories and those restless emotions...

Nietzsche woke up again, but this time the dean canceled Legilimency before he could subconsciously put up any real resistance.

"Is...is this going a bit too far?" He panted, beginning to question Snape's teaching methods. "Isn't teaching supposed to be gradual? Why push students to their limits right from the start?"

“Now you’ve seen it,” Snape said coldly. “You have to turn your head into a fortress that even Dumbledore couldn’t breach within ninety days… and that’s far from enough!”

But the learner has to work much harder; he's essentially a hands-on movie projector, while Snape is just a spectator.

The professor certainly thought it was very simple, but for Nietzsche, having a lot of complicated memories suddenly pop into his mind was a very troublesome thing. Even a small thing would usually take him several days to forget.

Damn it! Before learning Occlumency, Snape never said he would use Legilimency to stimulate the brain!!

“How stupid… If it were Miss Granger, things might have progressed much faster.” Snape muttered deliberately, then changed the subject, “The Man from Nowhere knows Potter’s identity yet, and you’re not just doing this for yourself.”

His dark eyes were like drills, as if he wanted to pry open Nietzsche's head and pour out those memories.

While Nietzsche was adjusting to the throbbing pain from Legilimency, Snape got up dejectedly and went to rummage through various bottles and jars among the frog brains and pine resin on the shelf.

"Bafel Brain-Boosting Agent. Although it won't improve your IQ as advertised, it will help you calm down." The dean tossed over a brownish-yellow glass bottle.

Nietzsche lifted the lid and almost vomited on the spot.

Whether it was intentional or not, the shredded brain tissue and mucus mixed with oil looked disgusting just to look at... He once again recalled the various 'accidental ingestions' he had as a child.

He pinched his nose and gulped it down his throat, a fishy, ​​salty, sticky, and oily sensation filling his entire mouth.

“But you always wish Harry would die.” Nietzsche choked, tears streaming down his face. He genuinely hoped that the future Hermione would improve the taste of these potions as soon as possible. “Just because he’s Lily’s son?”

Frankly, he couldn't understand Snape's awkward and morbid psychological state.

“I’d love for him to die, but I don’t want to kill him,” Snape said viciously. “As long as he doesn’t die in front of me.”

The dean clearly cares a lot about Harry Potter's life, but he usually tries to appear indifferent and apathetic when he speaks.

“Remember, come at this time every night, and we’ll continue training.” He snatched the empty potion bottle and said condescendingly, “Later, bring another bottle of Dreamless Sleep Potion; it’ll help you sleep.”

Whether it was Lupin or now, Snape has proven to be very efficient, and his sharp tongue did not affect his meticulous planning.

Nietzsche never imagined that one day he would rely on a dreamless sleeping pill like Hermione to fall asleep, because sleeping requires keeping the mind blank and calm, and allowing the brain to adapt to the stimulation experienced that day.

He sacrificed so much for Hermione and for this school.

Chapter 266 The Golden Tree Oath (Mistaken)

Nietzsche prepared as thoroughly as possible for the final stage of the triumvirate, and in the following period, he devoted his energy to the Occlumency technique, although he usually had a cold face.

The good news is that progress is getting better every day than yesterday.

Of course, when he was in class with Hermione, she would always pinch his face and gently pull it to both sides.

"Unfortunately, the side effect is that I won't be able to laugh." She sighed to herself. "If you need it, I can make some joy potions for you in the centaur tribe."

"I don't even know who I'm doing this for!" Nietzsche glanced at her coldly.

“Okay, okay~ I know you’re all ready, right?” Hermione sniffed and frowned. “Next time I’ll have Dad send some mouthwash. Your breath tastes so weird… ugh… like a swamp full of rotten stuff.”

One of the side effects of barfee is bad breath, which is a physical symptom.

While they bickered for the first time in a long time, they copied the translations of ancient runes in class. With the help of the brain-stimulating drug, Nietzsche's concentration improved, and he could almost memorize what he copied after only one reading.

The benefits of Occupational Therapy (OTA) go beyond just protecting against psychological harm; it can also enhance logical thinking skills and make people more rational.

For other students, ancient runes were second only to the history of magic in terms of boredom.

Last year, they chose to study Nietzsche's literature out of a sense of exploration, but after only one semester, that excitement was worn away. So when Nietzsche casually turned his head and looked around, he could see many people sleeping soundly.

“Runes are different from spells. The latter are the means by which wizards control magic, while the former are the wizards’ oaths to the world,” Professor Bassheda Bablin said, standing on the podium. “That’s why I usually recommend that you minor in Muggle Studies.”

"It sounds like Germanic mythology," Hermione muttered under her breath.

But her criticism was spot on; otherwise, the professor wouldn't have brought up Muggle Studies. Some electives are related; for example, wizards who usually take Alchemy will also likely take Ancient Rune Literature...

Since Nietzsche was exposed to the surgery on his brain, he seemed to gradually be able to multitask like Shylock.

He listened to the professor's lecture, memorizing every word, and meticulously distinguished between 'cooperation' and 'defense'.

“Contract magic,” Nietzsche blurted out, his mind already preoccupied with the question.

“It can be considered a form of interaction with runes.” The elderly Professor Bablin paused, then slowly raised his head, seemingly delighted that someone was listening to his lecture. “This kind of interaction usually exists among living beings.”

Nietzsche suddenly stopped writing with his quill pen; he suddenly thought of the pendant.

"What about some ancient bloodline magic? Is it related to this?"

"How did you come up with that idea?" Professor Bablin asked in surprise. "Runic runes are humanity's oath to the universe; just using their names is difficult enough!"

Nietzsche, however, was clearly a special case; he had one left behind.

He asked curiously, "But what about protection? I mean... if one person protects another..."

"That depends on what kind of protection it is. Nowadays, wizards don't really favor bloodline magic because the restrictions are very high. This means that if you want the protection to last, you need to have enough blood relatives around you."

Professor Bablin stepped down and slowly said, "Wizards usually inscribe runes on objects rather than using them themselves... This reminds me of the Muggle myth of Odin losing his eye."

This statement is somewhat ambiguous, and it sounds like it would require paying a huge price.

When Odin acquired the runes, he hung himself on the World Tree for nine days and nine nights, enduring the piercing of its branches, and sacrificed one of his eyes—this was the price he paid.

“Wait a minute, if we fix that contract protector, you’re not going to go blind in one eye too, are you?” Hermione said in a low voice.

“It doesn’t necessarily have to be missing an arm or a leg.” Nietzsche glared at her. “If contracts could be fulfilled perfectly, then in human society, such a rule would be the biggest flaw in itself.”

Can't you read something nice?

"What, have you seen this kind of magic before?" the professor asked the two.

“This thing…” Nietzsche reluctantly took the warm pendant off his wrist under Hermione’s shoving. “I heard that it used to be able to use blood as a medium, but there is a question mark on it.”

The thing was so small that Professor Bablin had to hold up his single reading glasses, bend down, and bring his face close to see it clearly.

He also held a book of magical symbols in his hand, ready to look up runes at any time.

“The antlers of a deer—hands that avert danger, that lead one to…to the kingdom of God…” The professor squinted one eye and bulged the other behind his reading glasses, muttering to himself.

The only difference between ancient runic literature and the history of magic is that Professor Bablin is more eccentric and speaks in a mystical tone than Professor Binns.

"God? Do wizards worship gods?" Nietzsche was puzzled.

“I heard about it in Muggle Studies class,” Hermione said proudly. “The Kingdom of Gods refers to the Muggle-like name wizards use for protection in runes. Many Muggle Studies wizards believe that Muggle knowledge can enhance a wizard’s magic.”

Professor Bablin nodded and wrapped the item back around Nietzsche's wrist.

"It's a protective magic, but... it's more subtle than I thought. It's more like a connection, probably through blood, that tightly binds two people together, making them a whole."

Simply put, it means sharing joys and sorrows.

If he and Hermione are protected by the oath, then any harm done to one of them will be transferred to the other, unless Death takes them both at once...

"Thank you, Professor." Nietzsche suppressed the joy in his heart.

This was exactly what he wanted. As long as he could repair the protector, Nietzsche could help her share some of the pain, no matter how far Hermione was. If he wanted to think of something even more positive, he just didn't know if it could stop Voldemort's Killing Curse.

Hermione couldn't wait to name her things.

"Kakalov said that it uses blood as a medium, so it is called a 'blood pact'."

“The Blood Oath…it’s broken, so naturally it can’t be called by its old name.” She shook her head and rejected Karkaroff’s blunt suggestion to name it.

This item belonged to Hermione, and since she was a Triwizard Tournament champion, Nietzsche had no choice but to give the token a new name based on his own imagination.

"The Knight's Oath?"

"That's pretty much it..."

But this thing used to belong to the old professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Who was he protecting back then?

Chapter 267 Nietzsche's Magical Path

When it comes to alchemy, besides the deceased Nicolas Flamel, there is only Dumbledore, who was once a member of the Egyptian Alchemist's Guild.

But Nietzsche didn't intend to look for him. Instead, he took Riddle's diary and spent the weekend in the library, reading through a large number of rune translations. He also had Lockhart send him some documents from the Oxford Library.

That guy is always so irresponsible and lazy. Even when you ask him to bring you some documents, he'll complain about this and that in his letters.

"Why not let Quirinas do these things? He's better at these chores than I am!" The envelope opened and closed, revealing a lot of resentment towards his orders. "I can handle millions in minutes..."

Nietzsche, his face darkening, tore the envelope into pieces and threw them out the library window.

Millions? I wonder who was it that looked down on me for having to deal with Muggles in the first place.

Most of the literature is in translation or mythology. However, Nietzsche did not suddenly turn to theology. Rather, it was because of Professor Baburin's reminder that he tried to study the semiotics of archaeologists and discovered the so-called 'oath of the wizard to the world'.

For example, the rune 'eolh' translates to 'Kingdom of the Gods,' so for a wizard, the oath is 'Invincible Fortress.'

The more Nietzsche studied, the more he understood the 'magic of love' that Dumbledore had grasped and advocated.

“Love exists in the will, I see… Love is just a form in which wizards use runes.” Nietzsche lay on the table, the books piled up above his head, and downed another bottle of Buffet’s Brain-Boosting Potion.