Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

These are seemingly ordinary little things in life, but when you put these trivial things together, they can make the day go smoothly, as if you don't need to take any extra steps no matter where you go.

This change intrigued Nietzsche, and a sense of comfort spread through his mind, easing his tense nerves.

When did it start...? Oh right, from this morning...? Was it like this before?

To be honest, Nietzsche didn't remember these things related to daily routines, but he always felt that the day went very smoothly, which meant he didn't have to spare any extra energy to think about things outside of magic.

He seemed to be guided in a way that was imperceptible, yet he was unwilling to break free, to the point that he began to doubt the meaning of life.

At night, Nietzsche sat in a corner, observing everything around him. His neurotic behavior made Hermione want to facepalm.

"Have you noticed anything amiss?" Nietzsche grabbed the Daily Prophet that had fallen from above, holding it in front of his face so that only his bright blue eyes were visible. "Am I dreaming?"

Hermione rested her chin on the back of her hand and said softly, "What's wrong with you now?"

"No, I always feel like they're trying to make things easier for me, but... but it's not deliberate. Could it be that you're secretly playing a trick on me?"

"So what do you want to eat tonight?" Hermione asked him a strange question out of the blue.

What to eat... what does that have to do with what he wants to say?

“Fried pork cutlet with salad dressing,” Nietzsche said truthfully after a moment’s thought.

"So do you have it now?" Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "You're not dreaming, and you can't just have whatever you want."

But Hermione turned away, using the act of eating to cover the corners of her mouth with her sleeve... Yes, some of the changes were caused by her, but she had only told others about the rune literature elective.

When it comes to Nietzsche, we shouldn't be deliberate; what's most important are those seemingly ordinary, perfectly timed everyday moments.

Chapter 318 The Mystery of Grindelwald

Several days passed, and by Friday morning, everyone was eagerly awaiting the rare open class that evening.

When Nietzsche entered the auditorium, he found it already filled with students. The four large tables had been moved into the kitchen by the house-elves after the meal, freeing up more space.

Moreover, it was quite different from the 'duel teaching' in the second year—Headmaster Dumbledore and several other professors also came.

“They’re too small…” The principal stood in the middle of the crowd and said gently to the students, “Children who are close to the wall, please don’t move around.”

The wand with its distinct joints burst into beautiful white sparks, and then Nietzsche's vision changed, as if he had fallen into a well, and everything around him was stretched into lines in an instant.

After he recovered from the brief dizziness, he turned his head and found that the students who were standing crowded against the wall had changed positions.

"This kind of power is truly unreasonable." Marvolo looked at the principal, his eyes revealing desire and shock.

“He’s the headmaster,” Hermione said casually. “Isn’t it normal for the headmaster to have some privileges? This is just a regular Unseen Stretch Charm.”

"But I remember he didn't have this wand before..."

Marvolo looked just like Gollum, his eyes filled with greed as he gazed at the wand (ring), as if he wanted to cup it in his hands and say, "This is my treasure~", but when Nie looked at him with a questioning gaze, he immediately withdrew his desire.

"You mean the principal's power comes from his magic wand?" Nietzsche asked.

“I don’t know. My memories are only from my student days.” Marvolo stopped the conversation, saying warily, “You said it yourself. I only said that Dumbledore got a new wand.”

When Nietzsche, Hermione, and Marvolo get together, they always end up bickering.

They can argue about all sorts of things, even something as trivial as whether or not to spread butter on their breakfast bread.

Suddenly, Marvolo stared at Harry Potter across the spacious area, slapped his thigh hard, and exclaimed, "Potter! The Invisibility Cloak! That guy has a real Invisibility Cloak! The Deathly Hallows!"

"What does this have to do with the Deathly Hallows?" Nietzsche knew very little about this, but he could still keep up with Marvolo's leaps of thought.

"Invisibility cloak, Elder Wand, and Resurrection Stone... You guys haven't read The Tales of Pitou the Bard?!"

Not to mention Nietzsche, even Hermione was bewildered. The two's actions gave Marvolo a sense of self-worth, and he didn't want to miss any opportunity to show off and mock them.

“That’s a fairy tale book,” Hermione said.

“But that’s the only known source of the Deathly Hallows, and I’ve seen Potter’s Invisibility Cloak. It wasn’t made of Invisibility Beast fur, and it wasn’t enchanted… Think about Professor Glendale again,” Marvolo said, turning his head.

Nietzsche immediately understood what he meant: the old professor's relationship with Dumbledore was related to the Deathly Hallows.

Of course, this is just speculation. After all, Marvolo only found a pitiful amount of related information through the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, and there is no guarantee that this conjecture is accurate.

Hermione, standing nearby, didn't follow this line of thought and didn't understand how the conversation suddenly turned to another professor.

“Dumbledore is using the new wand, the professor is a former Sorcerer who used the Deathly Hallows as his symbol, and it was Dumbledore who defeated Grindelwald back then... In other words, the headmaster’s wand is very likely the old wand.” Nietzsche reasoned and hypothesized.

“Perhaps the professor helped the headmaster obtain the wand, which enabled him to defeat Grindelwald,” Hermione said. “Otherwise, why would the headmaster allow a wizard who made a mistake in Europe to become a professor?”

This possibility cannot be ruled out; the Elder Wand is merely their deduction, and its specific origin remains a mystery.

At that moment, Professor Glendale and Professor Quirrell walked in together, but they didn't seem very willing, as if they were being pushed along... Then Nietzsche saw Umbridge behind the two of them.

"Didn't we agree on this? Why is she here too?" Pansy said with disgust.

Umbridge saw the students' disgust, but she held it in and put on a smile, crossing her arms over her chest (if that lump of fat could be called a chest).

"Quiet, children, allow me to explain tonight's arrangements." She treated this place as if it were the Ministry of Magic. "The two professors will show you what proper self-defense looks like, and this is not some barbaric act like a 'duel'."

A sacred ritual belonging to a sorcerer was rendered barbaric in her mouth.

“It’s ‘testing’,” Professor Glendale interrupted her with a smile, his words laced with menace. “I’m testing the gadgets produced by the Ministry of Magic…some…unorthodox methods.”

Dissatisfaction, yes, Nietzsche sensed this dissatisfaction in the professor's words.

“Former sorcerer, classic wizard supremacist,” Nietzsche teased Hermione softly. “It seems your honesty really dislikes the industrialization of the Ministry of Magic.”

“Didn’t you hear? That’s called ‘testing’!” Hermione retorted vehemently.

Quirinas Quiro had been through far more terrible things and was used to this kind of 'contempt'.

“To be precise, it’s the widespread application of magic. I believe that even if Muggles hadn’t invented electricity, it would have been invented through magic. No one can stop a wheel, not even Voldemort,” Quirrell replied softly.

When the mysterious man's name was casually uttered, Umbridge, like the other students, shuddered, a reaction that Malfoy noticed.

“Well said, Mr. Quirrell,” Umbridge praised.

“Then let me test your mettle, you little ones.” Glendale drew his wand, his movements not those of a nearly centenarian. “Forgive my bluntness, but you are following in the footsteps of Muggles.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” Quirrell took the 'Muggle' metaphor as encouragement.

It was a wand that was entirely black, with a spiral shape an inch above the handle, completely different from the simple wand that the old professor had casually made at Granger's house; it was as mysterious and beautiful as obsidian.

Mavolo squinted, completely absorbed in watching.

Hermione first stood on tiptoe to observe Headmaster Dumbledore, and whispered, "Does Headmaster Dumbledore agree with Professor Grundel's ideas? Does he think wizards should act like wizards?"

Frankly, it was already surprising enough that the principal agreed to let the old professor hold this open class.

“Perhaps Dumbledore is observing.” Nietzsche shook his head, this time speaking up for the headmaster, “He wants to compare the potential of dark magic and white magic, and common magic, through a contest between the two professors.”

It's about who goes the furthest, not who is the strongest.

For example, Glendale's Arcane Fire Curse might be able to burn down a city through complex learning and manipulation, which is very powerful, but its end can be seen at a glance. Perhaps only one in a hundred top wizards can do it.

Besides, if Dumbledore really had such thoughts, they would have been calling the headmaster Albus Dumbledore by now.

On the field, it was no longer a duel between two professors, but a battle between two completely different beliefs.

What? There's a Umbridge standing in the middle? You're kidding, she just represents a not-so-innocent wizard who accidentally died in the fight.

Chapter 319 So, join us!

Quirinus Quirrell and Glendale, both professors who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, seem to be planning a showdown.

Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord, even now as Professor Grendel and no longer involved in the wizarding world, still dislikes Nietzsche's style and even wants to grab him by the collar and question him:

What do you take magic for?!

No matter how much he teaches his students, he will always be Grindelwald at heart, which is why he hates wizards who are gradually becoming Muggle-like.

"What is magic? Magic is something that Muggles, centaurs, and merfolk cannot do." Grindelwald straightened his back and said in a stern but slow voice, "It is miracles, the standard by which wizards are measured."

He gracefully raised his wand, and an invisible force began to spread from him. Some students' hair stood on end because of this energy, as if cats had sensed danger.

The first time Nietzsche met Li Huo, and the war magic he was slowly revealing... all of this made Nietzsche worry for Quirrell.

Faced with this surging energy, the students instinctively retreated, using Dumbledore's shoe tip as a dividing line, and only by hiding behind the headmaster, whose long beard was forked by the wind, were they unaffected.

However, Quirrell was so lazy in the face of this probing that he didn't even bother to take his hands out.

He can even distort Voldemort's Killing Curse!

"Ouch~" Umbridge, standing between the two, seemed to have been gored by a bull, knocking over the table and chairs in the main guest area. "I haven't even said 'start' yet... I said you have to follow the classroom rules first."

She looked so disheveled that many students covered their mouths, secretly gloating.

However, the two professors only had eyes for each other and ignored Umbridge's feeble reminders. Nietzsche even felt that this was a deliberate attempt to shut her up.

“Actually, I hate fighting,” Quirrell said softly, “but if it can broaden your horizons, I don’t mind showing off a few moves.”

"Then let me see what you're capable of." Grindelwald removed his professor's robes, his eyes looking down on the world. He twirled his wand, causing the surrounding flames to detach from the torches and candles and transform into blue flames as they flew through the air.

Nietzsche couldn't be wrong; she recognized that tyrannical feeling, as if that was the old professor's true nature.

The vortexes, enhanced by war magic, transformed into a fire tornado right next to Quirrell, forcing Vice Principal McGonagall to frantically lift Professor Flitwick up to create the 'End of All Curses' barrier.

“Albus!” McGonagall snapped.

"It's alright, I'm here." Dumbledore, contrary to his usual gentle demeanor, looked sternly at the battle before him.

The fire tornado grew smaller and smaller, enveloping Qiluo. From a distance, it looked like a giant droplet of water, but... that was all. The fire tornado kept sizzling, but it couldn't go any further.

Nietzsche looked at Quirrell's blurry figure through the curtain of fire. Quirrell just stood there, doing nothing, relying entirely on the amulet for defense.

This is insane...

Is it because of unconditional trust? Or have they gone so far as to risk their lives in experiments?

"It's so hot." A yellowish-green purple light appeared inside the 'water droplet,' and then the flames were dispersed by this purple light.

They succeeded, and this made the Weasley twins extremely excited. They pushed their way through the crowd from Potter to Nietzsche.

"The magic wasn't consumed?" George seemed to see the amulet's uniqueness at a glance. He said, "No, you...you let the spell absorb the surrounding magic!"

To be honest, Nietzsche always thought the Weasley twins were very talented in alchemy.

“I made a few minor changes to the ‘Blood Alliance’,” he said casually.

"So that means as long as there's magic around, the amulet can be activated at any time... Good heavens, George, we're going to be rich!" Fred wished he could throw Nietzsche into the sky.