Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Of course they're going to make a fortune! Even one-time-use amulets are selling like hotcakes, and these complete amulets, almost like alchemical artifacts, are even more expensive.

“I suddenly have a great idea! Fred, if we can find a way to isolate magic from wizards, then the amulet will temporarily become ineffective?” George’s head was shaken by his brother like a roly-poly toy.

"Like magic shielding against electricity?"

"Yes."

Listening to the endless stream of inspiration from George and Fred, Nietzsche felt that it was a waste of their talents not to go into the arms business.

"Did everyone see that?" Quirrell didn't rush to counterattack. Instead, he addressed the bewildered students, "I didn't use ordinary armor spells to block the flames, but runic magic... This is the true essence of magic!"

Grindelwald's expression was somewhat unpleasant, but he didn't try to stop the lesson.

"Magic is a new energy, as new as the eighth color in the universe, and this will be the highest level of the combination of wizards and magic—leaving their mark on the universe," Quirrell announced loudly.

His tone revealed an excitement, like someone whose stomach had been bloated for three days and then suddenly felt relieved.

This is a 'gift,' a 'gift' Nietzsche gave to the world, and also the 'final answer' to magic. With this protective power, Quirrell was able to preserve his strength under Grindelwald's fierce attack.

The two professors were evenly matched on the stage. Every time the horn of attack flew towards Quirrell, he would activate rune magic a second before the spell touched him, and the flashing blue and white light would distort the black magic.

As time went on, Grindelwald found himself struggling to cope—his attacks were being deflected, yet he still had to divert some of his magic to counteract the binding effects that Quirrell was applying directly to him.

Flitwick watched with great interest, while Dumbledore sighed; they both felt the standard spells were somewhat unfair, no matter how many times they saw them.

It has a direct effect... The Killing Curse only works if it hits someone, while Gravity Magic is like controlling the entire material universe, highlighting its arbitrariness.

“You cannot use these... these are spells that violate the Ministry of Magic!” Umbridge scrambled to her feet, angrily drawing her wand and gesturing wildly. “Professor Grendel!!”

But Grindelwald, engrossed in the fight, paid no attention to her and didn't even glance at her, which made Umbridge even more humiliated.

“I will tell the minister; you are all so irresponsible.”

"Irresponsible? You mean your pile of useless and clichéd theories?" Grindelwald whipped the air with his wand, making a deafening sound, and a silver light lashed out like a whip at Quirrell.

“Ah… I think the students should practice more on that point.” Quirrell effortlessly flicked away the spiraling silver light, and said slowly, “It’s alright, everyone can come to my open class on runic literature.”

“What? No! That’s mine…” Umbridge tried to argue, but her throat felt like it was choked by phlegm, and she could only make a hissing sound.

“You’re still your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, aren’t you?” Quirrell warned. “I haven’t violated any Ministry of Magic rules; I’ve just temporarily opened a new course.”

“Ho---Ho---” With each breath, Umbridge would produce this sound from his throat, similar to the vibration of an eardrum.

It's truly astonishing... Anyone, even Grindelwald, would be amazed to see someone use standard magic in a way that rivals war magic for the first time.

Now, Quirrell has stopped, successfully revealing a side of himself he had never shown before, which has attracted many students.

“In my class, there are no age restrictions. Anyone who doesn’t want to listen can come anytime, and anyone who doesn’t want to listen can leave anytime.” He opened his arms as if to embrace. “And you, all you need to do is be prepared to face everything that comes your way.”

Quirrell's smile wasn't as dashing as Lockhart's, and his bandana, askew from the fight, revealed his bald head to everyone.

But no one laughed at the professor; everyone stared intently at the amulet on his chest that emitted a blue-white light, and slowly raised their hands.

"I want to join..."

"I want to study real magic too!"

"..."

Chapter 320 Hogwarts' Alternate Army

Most of the students who joined Professor Quirrell's class at first were in their fifth year or higher, but when compared to Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts, even the younger students joined—all wanting to see this 'resurrected' professor.

The open class on Friday ended several days ago, but wherever Nietzsche goes, he hears people discussing the two professors' presentations.

Hogwarts' short history of a thousand years is like the ebb and flow of the sea. In the past, it was filled with greed, conspiracy, ambition and struggle, but now it is full of hope, and more and more students are willing to stand up.

The problem is, what classrooms can accommodate most of the students in the school?

No problem, Nietzsche came up with a perfect solution before class on the second Friday.

“You don’t need to ask Dumbledore for permission. There are many unattended secret rooms in the school.” Nietzsche glanced at the students who had squeezed into the corridor and suggested, “I think the room where the Philosopher’s Stone used to be stored is quite good.”

The only downside is that they have to pass through Umbridge's office.

Hermione's eyes lit up at these words. She turned to look at her friends as if possessed, and said mischievously, "So they have to go through a discounted Twelve Trials before each class?"

Frankly, Nietzsche didn't think professors would have the time to undo the magic they'd set up.

This isn't a bad thing, because it's all too common at Hogwarts. A walk around the castle will reveal all sorts of strange things, like armor in a fight... These are all 'properties' left behind by generations of professors and headmasters.

“The Philosopher’s Stone has returned to its place,” Nietzsche said with a wicked grin.

He stood next to Professor Quirrell and nudged him with his elbow.

"Alright, come with me, everyone. I don't have the authority to make the classroom more spacious." Quirrell shook his head with a wry smile and led everyone upstairs.

The fourth floor is a restricted area. When the fifth graders first entered the school, they were always curious about the restricted area that Dumbledore mentioned. Now, under Professor Quirrell's guidance, they are finally able to see its true nature.

But when Nietzsche and Hermione opened the door, they did not see the familiar three-headed dog.

“This classroom doesn’t look very big,” Cedric said. “It’s a bit bigger than the classroom in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, but it’s still barely big enough for everyone to squeeze in, not to mention there are desks and chairs.”

Nietzsche walked back and forth at the end of the room unhurriedly, making each step a firm thud on the ground, and discerning the location of the hidden door by sound.

"Please~" He pulled open the hidden door that was concealed by dust, and an opening just large enough for an adult to fit in appeared on the ground.

This scene made several students standing nearby widen their eyes. Susan Burns, with her long braid trailing behind her head, quietly cast an Illumination Charm and craned her neck to peer inside.

"So...Dumbledore didn't let us come to the Forbidden Zone back then because of this Chamber of Secrets?" she said.

“There used to be a three-headed dog guarding the Philosopher's Stone here!” Neville’s voice made everyone prick up their ears. “I really hope there won’t be a demon’s web when we go down this time.”

As he spoke, he hugged his chest with both arms, as if the cold, sticky tentacles of the devil's web were climbing up again.

“No, that’s all,” Hermione reassured them.

“Are you sure?” Ron said. “When we went with Harry to stop… well… (he glanced at Harry, took a deep breath) Voldemort, the Devil's Web was still there…”

“Stopping Voldemort isn’t just a matter for you.” Hermione gave the three people opposite her a deep look.

That kind of thing called the Devil's Web was burned long ago, of course!

But this sparked even more discussion. Quirrell, Nietzsche, and Hermione did not stop the trend; in fact, they preferred to tell the whole story first.

After a long while, about ten minutes, Hannah was the first to raise her hand and say, "Mysterious Man... cough, I mean Voldemort, he wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone back in his first year? And Headmaster Dumbledore said you were sacrificed..."

“Yes, I did sacrifice myself, but Nietzsche saved me,” Quirrell said dismissively. “Alright, all of you, go down now. Remember to use the slowing spell to protect yourselves.”

Logically, Harry should have been the one asking the question, since he was dealing with Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort.

But Harry didn't. He seemed to have become numb like everyone else. The person who wanted to kill him back then was actually a secret spy recruited by Nietzsche and planted next to Voldemort. He was used to get a new body, and the other person even became his classmate.

Oh... what else? The person who hates him the most actually has a somewhat ambiguous connection with his mother.

Without the Devil's Net, the secret passage was just a simple slide, and nearly a hundred students made it to the stone corridor without any trouble. Walking further in, they could see keys flying everywhere overhead.

Ginny pointed to the sky and said, "Those keys have wings."

“It was Professor Flitwick’s trick.” Harry shook his head, his eyes clearing considerably. “I took the key off while riding a broomstick… just like Quidditch training.”

Several Quidditch players were eager to try, their eyes scanning every corner, trying to find a broom.

Unfortunately, they didn't get a chance to demonstrate how to grab a key with bare hands, because there was always a key stuck in the heavy oak doorknob, so it could be pushed open with a little force.

As Hermione passed by, she glanced at the key that hadn't flown away—its wings were broken.

"That's why you did a great job!" she joked.

The second scene is naturally Professor McGonagall's chessboard, where the majestic sight of two armies facing off is daunting.

At that moment, Ron suddenly stepped forward and kicked one of the knights. The black-clad cavalryman did not dismount to give way, so he turned around and shouted, "They don't need to guard the Philosopher's Stone anymore; they're just a giant Wizard's Chess set."

Hearing this, everyone felt a little relieved, and Lavender also glanced at Ron, who was unusually confident, a few more times.

The third scene is a large hall that resembles a gladiatorial arena. Nietzsche did not smell the stench of the rotting trolls' corpses. Clearly, although nothing has changed, it has been cleaned up by Dumbledore or the house-elves.

“This can be used as a place to practice magic.” Quirrell walked deeper into the classroom and became noticeably more talkative. “There’s also wizard chess, which you can play during your breaks. You can also decorate the classroom yourselves.”

Neville rubbed his backside and said with a pained expression, "Then I want to install a ladder where you come down."

Following the passage further in, there was another door as black as obsidian, but the flames had disappeared, perhaps extinguished by Dumbledore.

After passing the Flame Gate, you'll find a large secret room located below the castle: it's recessed in the middle and surrounded by stone steps like a Quidditch pitch, which saves space for tables and chairs.

"I'm going to put a big blackboard here, and of course, add a few more lights..." Quirrell walked to the spot where the Mirror of Erised used to be, waving his hands excitedly as he spoke.

Under the professor's guidance, everyone got involved, experiencing the joy of collaborative creation for the first time, offering suggestions one after another:

“Since it’s a practical application of magic, I think we should set up some magical equipment,” Colin Crevey said.

"It's too damp and smells a bit bad. I can bring some plants from the lounge to improve the environment..." No doubt, this is a Hufflepuff.

"Oh, right, we can also set up some evil curses and anti-tracking curses at the entrance."

"besides......"

Everyone offered their suggestions freely, as if their ideas were already unfolding before their eyes. Even Quirrell, who was listening attentively, would occasionally add a few points to these suggestions, which only made everyone more enthusiastic.

Nietzsche and Hermione stood in the doorway, their two fingers touching the wall and then intertwining.

"What do you think?" Hermione asked, slowly tilting her head to rest on his shoulder.

"Not very good, they still have a lot to learn."

Chapter 321 Umbridge: Minister, please look at me.

"You can use lightsabers and magic, but what you lack is teamwork. You need to understand that you are facing Voldemort's army, which cannot be fought by one person alone."

"What is applied magic? It's about using more precise magic to achieve your goals quickly. You need to learn how to cooperate with Muggles and, when necessary, how to do business with fairies. What you're learning is knowledge that will never be taught in textbooks."

Quirinus Quirrell is the only professor at Hogwarts who has studied in the Muggle world and has a way of translating runic literature theory into experiments.

As he said, the knowledge he taught was also closer to the training at military training sites.

Everyone lay on a blanket on the hard stone steps. There were no tables or chairs, but that didn't stop them from using magic to manipulate quills and notebooks to record rune magic and tactics.

“Alright, training on the ability to take the initiative in counterattacking…” Nietzsche and the professor stood side by side, holding up the amulet, and said, “Although this rune can distort the trajectory of spells, you must learn to seize the opportunity.”

He was mainly responsible for practical exercises, and was essentially a temporary professor in this open class.

The first person to experiment with rune magic was Quirrell, who discovered through combat that rune magic based on the Ironclad Charm differed from Blood Oath—the former required active casting, while the latter was passive.

But that doesn't matter, rune magic can affect the surrounding magic, and you can feel the fluctuations if you pay close attention.