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Chapter 311 A Holmesian Return

"So what are you good at?"

"Everyone has their own pursuits, beliefs, and inner convictions, which leads to completely different effects from the same runes, thus forming a unique magical system..."

Every word Quirrell uttered struck Nietzsche's heart.

Soon, the bell rang, and after learning about the differences between ancient magic and modern spellcasting, the students developed a strong interest in runic literature. Through Quirrell's efforts, this course was made available alongside the required courses.

Hermione's next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, so after a few minutes, only Nietzsche remained in the classroom.

"Do you have any ideas?" Professor Quirrell stepped down from the podium and asked in a gentle voice.

“I was thinking that runic magic could…could it reflect other magic…” Nietzsche said haltingly to the other person, “but not using the magic power within the wizard’s body, but drawing magic power from the outside world.”

According to Lily's ancient magic, he has already verified it on Hermione, and it is called 'Return'.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Instead of showing curiosity, Kechiro was shocked and bewildered, as if Nietzsche had gone mad and was doing something absurd, like running naked in the street.

“Magic that can return magic to the caster is powerful enough. You want others to use it?” Quirrell understood what he meant. “There must be a switch involved.”

The creator of the rune return magic was Nietzsche; no one else can use it freely, not even Hermione. The magic was only activated because of their intertwined blood.

Nietzsche's ideas went far beyond that. He not only wanted to eliminate the side effects of the blood oath by changing the extraction of one's own magic to the extraction of external magic, but also wanted to allow other trustworthy individuals to use it as well...

"Besides blood, what other way is there?" Nietzsche asked, frowning and biting his quill.

He can't possibly form blood alliances with everyone, can he? Putting aside the feasibility of the method, how much blood would that require?

“Perhaps it’s a matter of belief… I don’t know, but I don’t recommend you take on this heavy burden,” Quirrell earnestly advised.

However, Nietzsche ignored this advice. His mind was filled with his own magic and rows of runes. As for the heavy burden? He never thought about it.

Seeing his unwavering dedication and obsession, Quirrell sighed heavily.

"Belief as a vehicle is the most difficult thing because it is very unstable. No one can guarantee that the subject will stick to it from beginning to end. So do you know what path you have chosen? Are you really prepared?"

Quirrell's eyes were serious, as if he were advising him to choose a more convenient path.

But Nietzsche stubbornly asked: "How strong of a belief is required to abolish blood and sustain runes?"

“A belief that transcends death,” Quirrell said softly.

As Nietzsche walked out of the classroom, he kept pondering this sentence. What exactly did it mean?

Death... that's nothing new to him; he's dealt with it many times. He's directly or indirectly responsible for the deaths of at least a hundred people. But transcending death... does that mean immortality?

But it sounds more like some kind of obsession, closer to a ghost.

“Phoenix feathers again, Albus. I have a bad feeling about this.” Nietzsche was about to go to the library to look up information when he heard conversations coming from the corner corridor as he reached the third-floor platform via the movable staircase.

He peeked over and saw Ollivander, with his full head of white hair, standing in front of the gargoyle and talking to the headmaster.

“It’s not just ominous, it’s also hopeful, isn’t it?” Dumbledore said. “You don’t need to worry too much about the choice of wand.”

“Perhaps… In this way, the twin brothers now have another friend. Hopefully, this time it will be used by the right person.” Ollivander took an orange-red feather from the headmaster.

Those were not ordinary bird feathers; the feather blades flowed like molten lava, and the shafts were elastic, so no matter how Ollivander handled them, they would not bend.

Nietzsche had only ever seen feathers like these on the phoenix Fox; they were less like feathers and more like a branch burning with flames.

"Nietzsche!" Dumbledore suddenly called out to him.

"Principal, what's going on?"

“Marvolo is still in class, why don’t you give this wand to him later… the Licorice Wand.” Dumbledore opened the hidden door behind the Dripping Stone Beast.

To be honest, Nietzsche was very uncomfortable. As they slowly ascended the stone steps, Ollivander kept watching him, and those eyes were as insightful as when they first bought the wand.

Unlike Dumbledore's gaze, that look wasn't direct; it was a brazen and impolite scrutiny of the body.

Perhaps noticing Nietzsche's growing displeasure, Ollivander immediately apologized: "Please forgive me... I was just curious, if I remember correctly, your wand core is unicorn hair?"

“Yes, that’s right, mediocre unicorn hair,” Nietzsche said calmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Ollivander, however, became even more lively, rubbing his hands together like a fly that had spotted fresh food.

"Could I see your wand? This is the first time I've ever seen anything like it." He was very polite, lacking any of the demeanor of a wand maker.

It made it seem as if Nietzsche was bullying an old man. His wand was made by Ollivander, so it was only right that he wanted to see it. Therefore, he didn't make things difficult and handed over his wand.

Ollivander picked up his wand with both hands and walked into the headmaster's office without looking up, muttering exclamations to himself.

"This... why is the unicorn fur black? Oh, I see. The staff is made of black walnut wood. I just wanted to give it a try, but I didn't expect it to succeed. It seems that your belief made up for the shortcomings of the unicorn fur with the black walnut wood."

Nietzsche was struck by a nerve; he turned sharply to look at Ollivander, who was gradually becoming delirious.

"Belief?" Nietzsche asked nervously.

“Black walnut wood and unicorn hair have completely opposite properties. I’ve used many other opposite combinations, but without exception, none of them have achieved such perfect complementarity. But you have,” Ollivander said enthusiastically.

Nietzsche wondered: Was I able to unleash the powerful Unforgivable Curse with unicorn hair also due to my unwavering belief?

He remembered the first time he used the Cruciatus Curse; his heart was filled with hatred. He wanted Voldemort to experience the pain of hurting others... to repay him in kind...

"Those who use black walnut wood, please remain sober." Ollivander solemnly returned the wand to him.

Nietzsche lowered his head and stroked his wand, so he was already capable of transcending death back then?

No, upon closer reflection, it was simply a matter of transcending fear. His anger and hatred surpassed his fear of himself, Voldemort, and the unknown. He had only the goal he wanted to achieve in his mind. Therefore, that is the answer.

Immediately afterwards, Ollivander took out a series of spare pieces of wood, glanced at Nietzsche, and took out an elm wood from among them.

In an instant, the office was filled with immense magic. Nietzsche could see the feather of the phoenix feather being drawn out as sparks, gradually merging into the crooked branch, burning a hole in the middle for the feather shaft to be inserted.

The flames burned a unique spiral pattern onto the wood, and the heatwave swept through the office, even blowing over a sleeping courtyard cap.

"Oh...kid...kid! Help me up!" The Sorting Hat, lying on the ground, wriggled uneasily. "Sigh~ these days, nobody respects this old man anymore."

But the heatwave was still raging, so Nietzsche turned and looked around, hoping to find something to cover the Sorting Hat to shield it from the flying sparks. When he turned his gaze to a secluded corner, he found the Mirror of Erised, which had disappeared.

He was already in fifth grade, but the sunlight in the mirror remained the same, and that beautiful illusion once again captivated Nietzsche.

Headmaster Dumbledore was helping to make wands, and this time no one bothered Nietzsche. He saw more interesting and beautiful scenery and people's genuine smiles, as if in a dream, indistinguishable from reality.

Aren't these exactly the things he wants to protect?

Nietzsche had no idea when the wand was made; he simply walked out of the principal's office, seething with pent-up anger.

Chapter 312 Who is the Boss?

Nietzsche finally understood what Professor Quirrell meant—if he wanted others to use his runes, he had to have a strong belief in people, and the magic would only work if it was done according to his will.

That evening, he handed the elm wand to Marvolo.

"Another phoenix feather? I didn't expect Dumbledore to really understand me..." Marvolo lovingly stroked his new wand.

He tried to flick his wand like a freshman, and the resulting burst of magic overturned several students around him, along with the food on the table. The commotion startled Ginny, who glared angrily at Marvolo.

Even with such power, Nietzsche noticed a few flashes of white light in front of his classmates; they were simply knocked over by the magic but did not suffer any real harm.

"Sorry, sorry, new wands always do this." Marvolo chuckled as he restored the damaged tableware and asked, "Are you all alright?"

"That's amazing! I didn't expect this thing to actually work." Seamus searched his clothes for a while, then said in surprise, "It's alright, George and Fred's amulets blocked it..."

The amulets sold in Diagon Alley are all sold off by the Ministry of Magic and are also products of the new department. It's surprising that the Weasley twins can already make magical items of this caliber, which has amazed many people.

“Oh, it’s nothing. We did some market research and found that most people in the Ministry of Magic don’t even know how to use a decent armor charm, so we figured many people would need it,” George squeezed in, saying smugly.

"But it's not expensive, only 8 Sickles, and you can enjoy the protection of the Ironclad Charm~" Fred took the opportunity to insert an advertisement.

Nietzsche walked over to Simo and examined the amulet in the other's hand.

It was less of a talisman and more of a piece of iron with a Gryffindor lion design and the incantation of the Ironclad Charm engraved on the back. Nicholas touched it with his wand and found that it no longer had any magic.

“It’s a one-time use item.” He poured cold water on the eager students.

"Even though it's a one-time use amulet, it's still quite an achievement," George grumbled, reaching out to grab the hands holding Silver Sieg.

However, the principle of writing the spell in advance and then having it engraved onto the small badges by alchemical equipment and infused with magic is the same as that of the E-11 Magic Burst Gun.

Nietzsche saw the way—he could imprint his own runes on it.

“Mass-produced magical items cannot be activated; they cannot absorb magic on their own,” Fred said. “Unless…unless there is a circulation system like a magical car.”

To put it bluntly, there is still no blueprint. It is just a piece of iron that can only be enchanted by alchemical equipment. It is not a complete alchemical creation in itself.

“I can help you solve this problem…” Nietzsche said slowly.

George and Fred were filled with awe, and they ignored the silver coins that were within their grasp, squeezing together to sit next to Nietzsche.

“We’ve had serious discussions about this with Professor Flitwick. Charms can only affect objects,” George recalled. “And the size of the object has nothing to do with the effect of the charm, unlike your protective suit.”

It's unbelievable that the Weasley twins would discuss things other than pranks.

However, they are quite right. Nietzsche's armor and helmet were able to resist the curse thanks to the basilisk scales. It was a natural defense; you couldn't just kill all the basilisks in the world, could you?

Even if a wizard could do that, there wouldn't be that many basilisks.

“Runic magic,” Nietzsche said, holding the small badge, which was no more than five centimeters wide. “I have a way to make the protection stronger while still ensuring that it is rechargeable.”

“Then what are we waiting for? We’ll provide you with the materials in a few days…” George said excitedly.

Just then, a nauseating voice came from the Great Hall entrance. It was Umbridge, who had just been drawn over by the noise of Marvolo trying out his new wand. She walked over with her hands clasped together and placed neatly in front of her abdomen.

She wore a sweet smile, looking just like a bee trapped in a honey pot.

“School rules prohibit bringing any magical items. Hand them all over.” Umbridge stretched out her swollen hands.

Although her nails were painted with bright nail polish, Nietzsche suddenly felt that Rita Skeeter's nails were more tasteful, and her hands were not as ugly as Umbridge's.

"This is a charm!" Harry stepped forward and said angrily.

“So, is this something from outside the school, Mr. Potter?” Umbridge said, revealing his teeth and speaking in a high-pitched voice.

"That's right, but..."

“That’s right. How can students bring magical items from outside the school into the school at will?” Umbridge interrupted Harry in an affectionate voice, repeating mercilessly, “Collect all of these things.”