Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“Professor Dumbledore just said that he has been secretly hindering the Mystic… Could it be that when the Mystic was resurrected, he also resurrected himself? That’s possible; maybe he was a ghost before,” said Barrow the Blood Man.

"Is it possible that he didn't actually die in the first place, but faked his death to avoid the Death Eaters?" Nietzsche dismissed the other's speculation.

"Okay... so 'resurrection' is still impossible?"

Nietzsche's gaze passed through Hufflepuff's figure and saw Marvolo chatting with several witches, taking advantage of his striking appearance.

That's an interesting question. What's the difference between ghosts and spirits? It seems that, apart from not being able to use magic, they are also a kind of immortality: they are the traces they leave behind in the world.

Therefore, Voldemort desired to live with dignity and to truly be alive...

Judging from Voldemort's background and his first lesson before the start of school, magic equals power, and power equals dignity.

However, Barrow the Blood Man asked the wrong person; he should have turned his attention to Gryffindor on the other side.

"Perhaps it's some kind of potion related to dark magic; cooking a body is still possible," Nietzsche explained, seeing its low spirits. "If ghosts can be considered souls."

"..." Blood Man Barrow fell silent, then flew up into the sky, passed through the wall, and left.

As seen in the stubborn Professor Binns, ghosts are merely the deceased's lingering attachment to this wonderful world, and each ghost cannot leave a specific area.

If they could leave Hogwarts, the ghosts might be more reasonable, more tolerant, and more intelligent... Obviously, ghosts cannot look down on the world from a godlike perspective.

They are merely a 'phenomenon' rather than entities.

“Barrow is definitely trying to curry favor with Mrs. Grey of Ravenclaw,” Theodore said, gossiping.

“It seems it harbored feelings for Lady Grey before it died… Its interest in the topic of resurrection is quite strange for a ghost,” Daphne said mysteriously as she leaned closer.

Barrow the Blood Man has always been seen as mysterious, aloof, and terrifying to other ghosts, but suddenly he becomes interested in how Voldemort was resurrected.

“But then again, how do you know about the relationship between these two ghosts?” Nietzsche found this amusing.

“I heard it from Headless Nick, but Mrs. Grey doesn’t like Barrow. I’ve never seen Mrs. Grey give it a kind look.” Theodore was very proud of his skill in finding secrets.

"So it actually wants to bring Mrs. Grey back to life..."

But this is even stranger: why would one ghost want to compensate another ghost?

From a motivational standpoint, Barrow felt guilty and wanted to bring Lady Grey from Ravenclaw back to life, but that was impossible, since ghosts aren't considered human souls. Therefore, these two ghosts were destined to continue their tug-of-war.

After the main course was finished, snacks were served to the young wizards, and with the post-meal languor, the young wizards began to move around.

You can see Ravenclaw upperclassmen explaining the history of Slytherin to newcomers, Gryffindor upperclassmen recommending Quidditch brooms to Hufflepuffs, and couples like Cho Chang and Cedric already sitting together.

The noise was mixed but not loud, which made the dinner party feel very relaxing.

The professors didn't react much; even professors like Flitwick would chat with a few students in the front row about academic matters. Only Umbridge seemed unhappy.

“This…this is truly indecent, utterly unruly…” Nietzsche, sitting at the top of the long table, heard her scolding. “Severus, why don’t you discipline your students? I thought Slytherin would be very well-behaved.”

Follow the rules?

Nietzsche had no idea when Slytherin became synonymous with following the rules; they only followed their own 'rules'.

This was a real hardship for Headmaster Snape, because Umbridge was sitting between him and the Headmaster, so he was the first person whose mood was disturbed by the accusatory tone.

“I haven’t seen any Slytherins breaking any rules,” Snape said calmly, without even glancing at her.

“But that’s obviously against the rules. We can’t be innovative in everything.” Umbridge seemed oblivious to the fact that she was being disliked, and she spoke in a high-pitched voice, like a little girl.

Well, he deserved to be thrown into Hogwarts like trash by Fudge; it wasn't unfair at all.

"I didn't realize you were such a sentimental person," Snape said with a smile, his words laced with sarcasm. "But it's part of tradition, it's called... what was Dumbledore called again? Oh right, unity. Don't you want the wizards to be united?"

What a compliment! In the context of Voldemort's return, if the Ministry of Magic takes it seriously, it could easily label someone as a 'separatist'.

"You've misunderstood! I just want the school to look like a school."

Therefore, Umbridge could only give an awkward laugh, frown as he ate his snack, as if enduring the noisy environment.

Then, after the desserts had disappeared along with the golden plates, Dumbledore rose to end the evening's banquet. He waved to Harry in the direction of Gryffindor and then said, "Well then... let's begin singing."

Without any musical instruments, the freshmen sang the school song in their preferred tones.

"This way!" Harry stood proudly in front of the new students and led the group away.

Becoming a prefect was such a great achievement. Perhaps Harry also knew that his parents had been prefects and later became student council presidents, which fueled his desire to perform.

He no longer needed the title of 'savior' bestowed upon him by others; he had his own identity.

However, Harry's smile didn't last long, because... Snape was still alive. By the second day's Potions class, that sunny and cheerful smile had faded somewhat.

"Your OWLS exams will begin at the end of this semester," Snape said sternly. "I must emphasize one thing: don't try to gain the special favor of professors or the headmaster; that won't get you a barely passing grade."

His gaze had lessened considerably compared to before, but Nietzsche could still tell that he was attacking Harry Potter.

However, the professor's purpose was to offer a reminder, not to deliberately ridicule or mock the student. Therefore, he barely glanced at Harry in subsequent classes, let alone deducted any points, focusing all his attention on teaching.

Nietzsche couldn't help but think: Perhaps the professor should also let go of Lily's death, just like Lupin did.

"Now, put down your books. We're going to prepare a soothing agent... Different soothing agents produce different effects. Let's begin. Let's start by trying to make a medicine to treat the nerves."

This was very different from previous classes. Some students had no idea what the steps were and could only sit still, hoping that Snape could give them more hints.

"Potter, what's the first step?" But Snape turned around and asked instead.

Harry shook his head blankly, just like most people.

"Sherlock Holmes?" So Snape asked the same question to someone else.

This is not difficult. It is normal for it to have some toxicity as a cardiac stimulant, which can alleviate diseases such as neurasthenia and myocardial insufficiency.

“First, the necessary moderating agents are determined according to the degree of toxicity that needs to be mitigated…” Nietzsche calmly stated, “The ingredients used to suppress the nerves are slightly toxic, with strychnine as the main component.”

“Slytherin, five points.” Snape turned to Harry, looking at him with pity, and said, “You have none of her.”

Harry was very unhappy, though of course, he still had some dignity as a prefect.

The professor was referring to Lily. Although she didn't deduct points from Gryffindor, judging from Harry's sullen face, this behavior seemed worse than a point deduction, to the point that he spent the rest of the class burying his head in notes as if in a fierce competition.

“A provocation… Professor Snape was doing it for him, wasn’t he?” Hermione said as she added the styrax syrup to the mixture and stirred.

"For him?" Nietzsche said when the professor reached the back of the classroom. "I thought the professor was doing it for himself, but it's alright, at least he's keeping his sights on the living."

Harry couldn't refute or rebuke the professor, because the professor was the one who knew his mother, Lily.

But the significance of this denial is far more profound than the previous ridicule.

Chapter 310 Quirrell's Little Classroom Begins!

After the Potions class, it was time for electives. The students who chose Divination for the next class envied those who chose Ancient Runic Literature and wanted to see the professor who had "come back to life."

It's worth noting that since the curse was first passed down, any professor who has managed to escape the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship is a legend.

What? Lockhart? He's practically a legend to the students, considering how successful he is now, having risen to the top in one fell swoop.

“I really hope Professor Trelawney can make a few prophecies about Professor Quirrell…” Padma said nervously. “Maybe any professor who survives the curse of the mysterious man will become a great man.”

Nietzsche really wanted to pat her on the shoulder and say: Actually, you, Lockhart, are just an actor. Quirrell's life was given to you by me. You might as well say that I am Voldemort's nemesis.

After coming up from the basement, they ran into Mavolo.

"Hey! You new transfer student, what are you planning to study?" Lavender asked enthusiastically out of curiosity.

“I haven’t decided yet. I’m about to discuss it with Headmaster Dumbledore… but if possible, I’d like to select all of them.” Marvolo returned the girl’s smile.

"No!" Hermione immediately interrupted him. "What I mean is, you need to take care of your rest time, otherwise you'll be buried in homework...I've been there."

Nietzsche didn't want him to tick all the electives either. In his second year, he was just Granger, but what about this time?

Who knows what Marvolo might come up with? What if he's Voldemort from another parallel universe? That would be even worse.

"Where is your wand?" Nietzsche asked, seeing that his hands were empty.

“We can buy it today. Dumbledore said he’ll have Ollivander commission a wand to be made…” Marvolo said goodbye to the group and headed to the third floor.

"So handsome and elegant, finally not a brute anymore." Parvati watched him leave, swooning over him.

“You only see his facade; he might not even like you.” Hermione waved her hand dismissively. “Alright, alright, why don’t you let Trelawney predict your future?”

"Tch, you already have one, of course you won't understand us." Parvati snorted and took Lavender's arm as they walked toward the divination classroom.

Nietzsche and Hermione went up to the second floor and entered the ancient rune classroom, where they found Professor Quirrell waiting for them. He was standing on the podium wearing a blue and purple robe and was using his wand to carve several runes on the blackboard.

The whole class walked into the classroom and looked at him curiously, because the previous Professor Bassheda Bablin focused on theory, so they didn't know that this kind of class could also be put into practice... Strictly speaking, most wizards were not capable of putting it into practice.

Including the previous professors, Professor Bablin understood runes, but that didn't mean he had enough willpower to use them.

“I believe we can skip the introduction, but I need to clarify that Professor Bablin and I will take turns teaching… Professor Bablin will be responsible for translation, while I will teach how to use runes,” Professor Quirrell said.

“The ultimate goal for every wizard is not dark magic, it’s just that compared to that shortcut, few people understand ancient magic.”

This wasn't Professor Quirrell's first time teaching, and this time his opening remarks were simpler and easier to understand. In just a few words, he summarized the characteristic of black magic as a shortcut to magic, while also connecting ancient magic with runes.

He is an expert in the study of magic, and his experience in the Muggle world has given him a systematic research method.

"What is this rune?" Quirrell asked the students, pointing his wand at the blackboard.

After a few pages of turning, one of the Ravenclaws stammered, "Um... restrained... latent power."

Quirrell nodded in agreement, then snapped his fingers, causing the lectern in front of him to float. Any first-year student who had ever taken a class would know that this was a levitation charm. Guided by his wand, the golden runes landed on the table.

However, that wasn't the end of it. The next second, the table slowly landed on the ground, and its legs began to bend under the pressure of magic.

“Now try to lift it up… use any spell, even a space charm if you know it,” Quirrell said.

They used all the magic they knew, including knockback spells and spells to disperse everything. Some students even accidentally used magic to cut off a table leg, but none of them could move the twisted wooden table, which looked like it was about to break at any moment, even an inch.

It just stood there, dangling with three legs, looking rather eerie.

In this way, the students' curiosity was easily piqued, and they all stared wide-eyed, eager to hear some knowledge beyond the dry translation.

“What new spell is this? No, it’s still the levitation spell,” Quirrell explained. “Spells are bound by the wizard himself, and their potential power is the opposite of what they are. And this is my own magic—gravity magic.”

Nietzsche became serious. He, too, would alter the process of the 'levitation' effect according to his will, but he wanted to hear the deeper meaning behind it.

This desk is not just imbued with a magical effect; it sometimes appears weightless, spinning erratically around the classroom, and at other times it seems to be glued to the ground, motionless.

This is not just about changing the process of 'levitation'; Quirrell has enhanced the spell's effects, bringing to life all the rules involved, even the counter-spells.

“Every powerful wizard has their own magic, which is not as simple as reciting scriptures.” Quirrell looked at Nietzsche, as if to remind him.

This is no different from what Professor Bablin said: the same symbol has different meanings for wizards. Therefore, even if some of the students present master this rune, its effect will be completely different.

Nietzsche then realized that Professor Quirrell was using runes to levitation as a means of control, which was somewhat similar to his own thinking.