Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Shut up! From today onwards, you keep your Slytherin in check! If any diplomatic conflict arises, I'll... I'll..." Hermione stammered for a while, "Nietzsche, you don't want the Watsons to know about your behavior at school, do you?"

Nietzsche stared in astonishment at the childlike Hermione, unsure of what to say for a moment.

If Watson knew what had happened since the start of the school year, he might not say anything, but Mary would be a different story, since she is a teacher herself.

"Did the Sorting Hat ever say...you might be a better fit for Slytherin than I am?"

Magic is with him; I really hope Hermione doesn't become a lady like Aunt Irene.

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"Tell me, did you expose him to dark magic?"

"I will do as you say... I have already sent him to the restricted book section. He will find out soon enough."

"Very good~"

Quirrell stood in front of the full-length mirror in the room. He had completely removed his headscarf, leaving only a bald head. His skin was now even paler than when he had come in.

But if you look a little closer, you'll notice that his scalp is wrinkled and smooth, unlike a head.

And with that hoarse, deep voice, the skin on the top of his head would wrinkle, just like a person sitting on a sofa would twist their body to be more comfortable.

"Master...Master, I know where that thing is hidden, but there are always people patrolling that area..."

"Idiot! Why not just kill someone to divert attention?"

Quirrell shuddered, looking terrified as he stared at himself in the mirror with a worried expression.

He's laughing...

"But Dumbledore will... he'll find out..."

“You don’t even dare to kill a person… coward…” Perhaps he thought Quirrell was right, so he simply changed the subject, “How’s the potion I asked you to prepare coming along? Remember to send it out.”

“That Muggle?” Quirrell hunched over again, pleading, “Master…please, I’ll do anything for you. He’s just a Muggle; he can’t help you achieve your goal.”

"Of course...of course, that Muggle is just part of a bigger plan. Give him my improved poison, and the deal is done."

The voice was so weak that it seemed to fall asleep after saying just a few words.

“Those Muggles even stole the poison formula you gave me, thinking they could replicate it.”

"Hmph, Muggles...stupid..."

Quirrell called out quietly a few more times, and only when he heard no response did he relax. His smile became even more mocking, but he still restrained himself from showing his emotions.

Yes, he did expose Nietzsche to black magic.

However, his purpose in getting involved with dark magic was for research, not for simply studying it as he had done before... In any case, he wasn't lying, so he went unnoticed.

“Nietzsche, thanks to you, I was able to find myself again.” He looked at the messy papers on the table, covered with notes.

The allure of studying the essence of magic is so strong that one can easily become engrossed in it. Quirrell put his headscarf back on and, before leaving, drew his wand and pointed it at his chin.

He needs to make thorough preparations before heading out to prepare for his mission.

Reversing reality and dreams, Quirrell, that's what you're best at, you've been good at it since you were little.

"Trying to confuse the public!"

With a tremor in his body, he escaped reality.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Halloween Eve

After several days of reading, Nietzsche found that his argument was correct—the limit of a wizard is the upper limit of thought.

In this respect, metamorphism perfectly illustrates his argument.

“Mr. Holmes, please put away your Charms books in my class.” Professor McGonagall walked to his desk and said helplessly, “Some people in Gryffindor already know the Transmutation Charm; turning a match into a needle is nothing special.”

Do we even need to think about the Gryffindor guy?

This kind of spell, which should have been learned by fourth graders, was only known to Hermione among the first-year Gryffindors.

However, thanks to the study groups, many of the Slytherins also learned about this knowledge beyond the academic year, and because the basic theory was filled in, the Slytherins' Transfiguration course progressed a little faster.

Slytherin Snake: Nietzsche was right, Granger was really wasting her talent in Gryffindor!

"The first person to conjure a teacup from the snail on your table gets five points!"

The Transfiguration classroom has many different kinds of experimental animals, from those that fly in the sky to those that grow on the ground. These are all small animals used to train young wizards in Transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium, looking down at the Slytherins below. Now that they had fully integrated into the House, their learning progressed very rapidly. Last week, everyone was able to turn matches into silver needles.

So this lesson has begun with learning about the transformation of living things.

“I have a question!” Nietzsche asked, looking at the snail slowly wriggling on the table.

"Please speak~"

"If I don't know what a teacup looks like, can I still conjure it up?"

“Of course… no.” Professor McGonagall focused her gaze on him, giving him a rare smile. “That’s why sometimes the object of transformation will encounter some minor mishaps due to the wizard.”

"So some errors stem from misunderstandings?"

McGonagall didn't quite understand at first, but after carefully considering the performance of the students from each college, she slowly nodded.

During the first transformation exercise, she asked the students to turn a match into a needle, but even those who succeeded showed many subtle differences.

For example, some silver needles are thicker, some have wider thread holes, and some look like antiques from a museum...

"That's right, but there's no standard for these errors. As long as the object is correct, that's enough. Is there a problem?"

"No, I just happened to have an idea..."

“An idea? Is it about Professor Flitwick this time, or about Quirinus?” McGonagall glared at him. “Slytherin loses a point. Why can’t you be as focused as Miss Granger?”

it has started!

The comparative method, unique to the Transfiguration class, always uses Hermione Granger as its reference point.

"Because I don't intend to take Hermione's favorite thing away. If Professor McGonagall becomes my tutor, she might kill me out of jealousy."

Stop talking nonsense!

But when everyone started to concentrate on practicing, Professor McGonagall turned around and chuckled to herself.

Is this the kind of student Dumbledore needs to watch out for?

In her view, they were just like children, except that they were a little sweeter and more humorous. Professor McGonagall was happy to be with such students in class because it was very comfortable.

Professor McGonagall put her hands in front of her and looked behind him with a smile, saying, "I don't know if Granger will be sad about this, but one thing is for sure: your classmate can't do without your help right now..."

That's right, she had long been unhappy with Slytherin, led by Snape.

It's normal for classmates to look out for each other, she thought to herself, pondering Nietzsche's future. If nothing unexpected happened, he might become a good teacher.

However, she was wrong about one thing—Slytherin was not a united group like Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, but rather a community of shared interests.

This was even more pronounced during Friday's Potions class.

To make their image a little more positive, the little snakes could occasionally remind the lion next to them if it made a mistake... After all, looking back later, they wouldn't want others to remember them as bad people.

"When grinding the lavender into powder, add the florper caterpillar slime; do not add them one by one."

Neville heard his colleague at the next table give a reminder without even looking up.

He had been hesitant, but when he saw Snape walk in front of him, he immediately threw the materials at hand into the mortar.

Then Snape stopped in front of Neville, barely daring to breathe, afraid that he would blow away the powder and lose points. Fortunately, Snape only managed an ugly smirk.

He glanced at the little snake beside him and said coldly, "Mr. Longbottom doesn't seem too stupid."

Neville finally breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as the old bat moved on to find the next unlucky guy, he immediately grinned at the Slytherin beside him to express his gratitude.

“Thank you…thank you…”

“Just call me Theodore,” Nott said calmly.

“If only Malfoy were like that among all of you,” Neville stammered in a low voice. “I thought you…you were only looking for Hermione because…”

Theodore Nott used his wand to adjust the flame to medium before he had twenty seconds to spare.

"For a prank? We don't have time for that... Granger has put aside her prejudices and helped us a lot, why would we play a trick on her?"

However, he didn't finish his sentence. He simply looked over the shoulders of the two Gryffindor girls in front of him at Nietzsche and Hermione in the front row. The two of them were very in sync in making potions.

The former had just finished processing the material when the latter grabbed it and threw it into the crucible, as if everything had been timed perfectly.

Playing pranks on Hermione Granger?

Putting aside whether they were that bored, even if they did, Nietzsche would probably be the first to quietly come knocking on their door.

"Sorry." Neville scratched his head, knowing he wasn't good with words, and didn't say anything more.

"What's going on lately?" Ron sensed the subtle change around him and said incredulously, "Slytherin and Gryffindor are living in peace? Are they crazy, or am I?!"

He saw Neville being helped by a Slytherin and thought he was hallucinating, so he rubbed his eyes hard.

Harry wasn't thinking about that, and simply nodded in agreement: "Don't you know Hermione's study group? She said that all those Slytherins are there so that they can have a good learning environment after school."

It is also distinct from after-school tutoring.

He had met his cousin Dudley before; sometimes, because his grades were so bad, the Vernons would hire tutors to give him extra lessons on weekends...

This is completely different, because they can go wherever they want, and when they want to study, they can simply go to the library, meet up with someone, and sit down together.

“Ah, it seems you two are quite confident in your potion-making skills.” Snape suddenly appeared behind them, leaned down, and placed his head between them. “Mr. Weasley’s sleeping potion won’t turn into madness later.”

That wasn't all; he then extended an index finger from his sleeve and dipped it into the dry powder in Ron's mortar.

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor. I made it very clear in the last lesson: both ingredients must be used together!"

Snape grinned triumphantly; he had finally found a scumbag in this class.

“But that’s not what the book says!” Harry protested, flipping open the book. “It says… you just need to add two powdered ingredients to the crucible.”

“Now our Mr. Potter is starting to think everything in the books is right again,” Professor Snape scolded. “Two more points deducted from Gryffindor, Potter. Put away your arrogance; this is not your flying lesson!”