Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

He didn't threaten anyone; he simply used facts to bring Snepla into the picture.

If this were a class, Nietzsche felt he would definitely lose some points. Seeing the professor's increasingly gloomy face, he immediately chuckled and retreated step by step toward the door.

Snape did not stop him, but simply watched as the other person cautiously retreated to the doorway until he left the classroom.

Danger, utterly dangerous! Just a fleeting moment, Snape realized that anger had welled up within him. The crucial point was that this anger wasn't directed at Nietzsche, but rather...

To the Ministry of Magic.

"Am I really wrong?" Snape sat helplessly in Nietzsche's seat, clutching his head in anguish.

Was every step he took from the very beginning wrong?

Chapter Thirty-Six: Gathering of All Parties

Quirrell's mood improved as the days went by.

It wasn't because of the spell experiment; mainly, he didn't have to worry about classroom discipline. He didn't know when it started, but the Slytherin snakes stopped joking around in class.

Although he didn't know what had happened, he could clearly see that the core of the new Slytherin students had quietly changed.

"Do you know why Defense Against the Dark Arts includes some poison spells and curses?" Quirrell's gaze swept around the silent classroom, and he nodded with satisfaction. "Because...because it's about fighting poison with poison!"

The Crushing Curse and the Petrifying Curse are both curses, one of the three great dark curses.

But wizards have very few means of defense, so using curses to attack curses is very common in the magical world... Quirrell, in a great mood, was even willing to stammer and talk about some deeper things.

Whether first graders can understand this or not is another matter entirely.

"Haha, isn't his signature move to scare away vampires with garlic?" Draco chuckled to himself.

However, some of the Slytherins around him simply nodded and smiled in agreement, though in reality, they had already begun to despise Draco.

Nietzsche personally saw the twelve OWLs certificates in the professor's office. No one really thinks that a professor officially hired by Headmaster Dumbledore would be helpless when facing vampires.

Everyone was just taking it as a joke, but I didn't expect some people to actually believe it.

Garlic smell... Which Ravenclaw wizard doesn't have some quirks? As long as they can learn something real, that's enough.

As soon as get out of class ended, Nietzsche ran up to Professor Quirrell without hesitation and stopped him from leaving.

"Professor, about our delayed experiment..."

He seems much more confident than before.

“I’ve been very busy lately, sorry.” Quirinas immediately took a step back, keeping his distance from Nietzsche. “But the good news is that I’ve recently… gained some new insights.”

The notebook that originally belonged to Nietzsche flew out of his pocket, along with several sheets of parchment.

These were all experimental data about the levitation spell. Nietzsche smoothed out the parchment, carefully folded it, and tucked it into his notebook like a bookmark.

However, there is also Professor Quirrell's signature inside.

"I've accumulated too many problems lately."

“I know, this is for you to borrow books…” Quirrell tapped his forehead lightly with his finger, then stepped back to the stairwell. “Don’t worry, you can digest my new knowledge a little bit after Halloween, how about it?”

Nietzsche noticed his change and was genuinely happy for him: "It's a deal."

awesome!

It's as beautiful as the rising sun, where everything remains the same yet also contains a brand new beginning.

Now, more than a month has passed since the start of the school year, and Nietzsche has gotten used to life at Hogwarts. He has to admit that it is indeed much better than some private elite schools.

Being able to do research with professors and having meat at every meal—this place is simply paradise!

"good afternoon!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes." Mrs. Pince put down the book she was holding, her expression surprised.

Which student greeted her last time? I can't seem to remember.

“It’s all thanks to you that the Hogwarts Library has so many books and they’re so well preserved.” Nietzsche handed over the autographed document, rubbing his hands together eagerly. “I’d like to borrow some books from the restricted section.”

"Quickly reveal your true form."

Mrs. Pince simply smiled at his praise, then swept her wand across the note.

However, the handwriting remained unchanged, which meant that the note with the signature of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was not a forgery, considering she had seen too many storms in the past.

“You’re just a first-year student…” She went back and pointed to a spot, “In the innermost area, you’ll see a roped-off area. If you don’t have permission, any book that’s opened will scream.”

Mrs. Pince recognized the little Slytherin very well.

Although she had been an administrator for a long time and had seen all kinds of students, she sometimes found it hard not to take a second look when she saw a Slytherin arrive on time every day without making a sound.

Because Nietzsche was actually reading alone, not taking the opportunity to talk to his classmates.

She had a good impression of him as a studious and polite child.

"Actually, I don't know what's there yet; I'm just looking for books suitable for research."

"The forbidden section contains records of very advanced dark magic. If you're only interested in research, I recommend the second row," Mrs. Pince joked. "The reason these books are preserved is because a student like you wouldn't damage them."

An ordinary faculty member is usually hard to notice.

Students don't ignore it; they've simply gotten used to it, like taking a sip of water before bed—it's become something so ordinary.

Nietzsche kept walking towards the innermost part and finally saw a small, isolated area in the corner.

The bookshelves here were blocked off like ancient relics in a museum. He didn't curiously browse around, after all, Mrs. Pince was the expert here, and she wouldn't deliberately make things difficult for him.

Following Mrs. Pins’s words, Nietzsche immediately began searching through the second-row bookshelf.

"Powerful Potion?" He stuck out his tongue. "That's the old bat's favorite... Please, something about Charms..."

Fortunately, there weren't many banned books, and Nietzsche eventually managed to retrieve "The Fifth Element: Exploration" and "The Poisonous Magic" from them.

The first book was casually recommended by Professor Flitwick, and the second book mentions the origins of black magic, making it perfect for Nietzsche's research.

When he opened the book, a gust of wind pressure surged out from the pages.

The preface to the very first page of "The Most Poisonous Magic" contains a warning:

'This notebook was written by Godroth in El Horn; furthermore, it neither discusses nor provides guidance on Horcruxes, the most evil invention.'

"Interesting. There are even things to be afraid of in a book about black magic." Nietzsche casually grabbed a handful of food from his pocket, chewing on nuts as he flipped through the pages. "Whatever, I've never heard of it."

Quirrell always says that black magic is a shortcut to modern spells, but there is more than one shortcut.

Judging from the previous part, many of the recorded black magic spells require the manipulation of emotions. Although this is very effective for the spells, the drawback is obvious: people who are always in a state of emotion will lose their rational thinking.

"Can black magic shatter boulders? Can it cause enemies to grow pustules? This is not due to magic, but rather to the wizard... Anger and hatred merely bring out the wizard's true thoughts."

"We often see wizards easily accomplish these things, but they can't bring the dead back to life. It's not that wizards can't transcend death, but rather that we can't understand death..."

Upon reading this, Nietzsche had a general idea in mind: "The effects of magic cannot exceed what can be described in words."

So that's how it is. No wonder the wizards' spells haven't improved. In the end, it's because they lack creativity. Their society is stuck in caves, so they can't see the rivers and seas outside.

The inability to see means they cannot describe it, which is why magic cannot reach it.

Wizards must integrate with ordinary people, not only for the sake of their future lives, but also for the benefit of the wizards themselves, who have been trapped in information cocoons for hundreds of years.

What kind of bullshit "Muggle Protection Act" is this? It's clearly a weapon that's trapping mixed-race and Muggle people here to die.

"Do you know you're eating owl food?"

As Hermione passed by the restricted section carrying several books, she saw Nietzsche looking down and grinning foolishly. His entire head was hidden by the books, and he was walking unsteadily.

"Who? Me?" Nietzsche snapped out of his daze, looked down, and realized he had reached into the wrong pocket.

The bread pieces he had taken from the table were still in his left pocket, and none of them were missing. However, more than half of the owl food in his right pocket was gone, and he hadn't noticed anything wrong after eating for a while.

Nietzsche was also wondering why today's bread filling was all nuts.

"Do you know you're a bit...?"

Nietzsche: "Full of passion?"

Hermione: "Crazy!"

She turned her head away with difficulty, looking at the black bangs that remained by her ears, feeling somewhat depressed, while the other person's gray-blue eyes were full of vitality.

"I get it now," Hermione said, stamping her foot angrily. "You deliberately sent those people to bother me so you could learn something new... Let me tell you, no way! You're responsible too!"

"I...I don't remember hating you this much."

But Nietzsche still searched his memory.

He nodded in affirmation only after he realized that he had indeed not allowed anyone to harass Hermione.

"Study Group!" Miss Rule-Abiding gritted her teeth, her dark circles under her eyes, and growled from her throat, "A bunch of crazy Slytherins came running to me from who-knows-where, and they're shouting your name!"

Overcome with emotion, she even started to mimic others in a shrill voice: "Oh~ Nietzsche recommended we come here," "He said this place is perfect for studying..."

Her hair, which hadn't been styled in a long time, was even more disheveled, and Hermione had completely lost the composure and dignity she displayed in front of her classmates.

For her, Nietzsche was the culprit who kept her busy from beginning to end.

Was this also part of Nietzsche's calculations?! How despicable!

"But you can refuse."

“Come out and help me carry the books!” Hermione ignored his innocent expression, stood on the outside of the rope, and stretched out her hand. “The Gryffindors are under my jurisdiction, but Slytherin is yours, you said that yourself.”

Hermione is the one who should feel wronged; it seems like those Slytherins were deliberately trying to make things difficult for her.

If they came here to learn from each other, that would be fine. But the problem is, I don't know what Nietzsche said, but they've been fawning over me ever since they arrived, acting like I'm the student council president for a first-year student.

At first, she felt a little embarrassed, but after a few days, Neville and the other Gryffindors became unhappy.

“Isn’t this a good thing?” Nietzsche took out his wand and used the Levitation Charm to lighten Hermione’s burden. “The two houses are starting to try to communicate. Hermione, you can’t be negligent.”

"Do your two fathers know what kind of person you are at school? You're a typical Slytherin."

Hermione glanced at the book that had floated up, then grabbed at the air with her free hands. After moving them around a few times, she immediately patted Nietzsche's back twice.

This was her last act of defiance.