Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Nietzsche, however, disagreed, saying dismissively, "I guarantee that wizards today are just kept in captivity and haven't truly developed their talents. Perhaps wizards could have already created other magical contraptions."

Everyone seemed to be able to immerse themselves in the 'perfect world' described by Nietzsche.

Perhaps wizards could make things more convenient by using Muggle items, allowing them to apply their magic to every corner.

Look at Quirrell after he left the magical world; he's like a real wizard now.

“I used to enjoy making those things too.” Gilderoy suddenly appeared next to the Slytherin table. After signing autographs for the students, he immediately ran over because there were more people here.

He was the kind of person who naturally shone in the crowd.

"For example?" Nietzsche pressed.

"For example... haha, those little things about Muggles are too complicated, and they're all from a long time ago, so I don't remember them very well."

Snape sat in the main seat, watching Gilderoy's awkward chuckles, and felt a little pleased. He suddenly found Nietzsche somewhat pleasing to the eye, but only 'a little'.

He had a strong aversion to people who acted like peacocks when they first arrived.

"How about this, why don't we go and see the Flying Car for ourselves?" Lockhart clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back to him.

Nietzsche bit his licorice wand, squinted, and pondered for a moment.

Hermione witnessed this action and silently mourned for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, for it meant that Nietzsche was once again trying to achieve some purpose through something.

In fact, Hermione was absolutely right!

"Really? But I heard that the car was almost completely destroyed by the Willow Tree, leaving only a pile of parts, and the rest disappeared..." Nietzsche pretended to be a good student.

"Just kidding, this kind of thing can be fixed easily. I'll take you to find it when the time comes!" Gilderoy waved his hand confidently, then returned to his seat under the students' astonished gazes.

The other professors had no idea what he had said that made the students so happy.

Snape stood next to Hagrid with his plate, and the latter immediately drooped his head in a pitiful manner and switched seats with Snape.

"Do you know who he is?" Snape's cold, arrogant voice sent a shiver down Gilderoy's spine.

“I…I know.” He said, somewhat puzzled. “A genius, just like I was back then. Don’t worry, Severus, you don’t need to worry that I’ll suppress this kind of student. On the contrary, I like him very much…”

“Worried?” Snape said calmly. “I just hope you don’t do anything foolish.”

He was more worried that people like Gilderoy would be devoured by Nietzsche, leaving not even a trace.

But then again, what did Snape care about what he did? He simply wanted Nietzsche to behave himself, so he wanted to find out something in advance so that he could react in time if anything happened.

For example, this time, the Weasleys were the first to react.

The very next day, Ron received a yelling letter from his mother.

Slytherin had no classes in the morning, so Nietzsche slept until noon and heard about it from Hermione, who laughed gleefully as she spoke.

"Oh dear, you're only getting up now. No wonder you're second in the grade," Hermione said, pulling out her timetable.

This year's courses are twice as many as last year's.

"What are you so smug about? If you mention grades again, I'll find another place to eat. If it weren't for Snape's deliberate provocation..." Nietzsche was instantly jolted awake by her words.

"Deliberately what?" Snape's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Nietzsche froze, his mouth mechanically chewing its contents, while Hermione laughed even harder, seemingly happier than when she recounted Ron receiving the howling letter.

She kept her head down, intently watching the lessons that Gryffindor and Slytherin were taking at the same time.

“Holmes, you should address him as ‘Headmaster’ outside of class. Also, Slytherin will deduct one point for disrespecting the professor.” Snape tossed his cloak aside and left without looking back.

Very well, Slytherin has been the first to lose a point.

"Why is he targeting students from his own college?" Nietzsche was baffled.

“That’s called fairness,” Hermione said smugly. “I advise you to behave yourself this semester, or you might end up receiving a screaming letter too… like asking Gilderoy Lockhart to find the flying car…”

Nietzsche leisurely spread butter between two slices of bread, then, taking advantage of a pause in their conversation, popped it into her mouth.

“That’s wrong, my father and the others wouldn’t do that.”

"Um...but..."

By the time Hermione swallowed a big bite of buttered bread, Nietzsche had already run far away, leaving her only to watch his retreating figure with resentment.

Slytherin's first class on Monday is Herbs, which they take in the afternoon with the Ravenclaw students. Not far away, near the city walls, stands a willow tree wrapped in bandages, looking sicker than last year.

Lockhart, meanwhile, was holding a few parts, looking at them curiously.

"Good afternoon!" His turquoise robe was spotless, and he wore the same smile he wore when he was judging awards in The Wizarding Weekly. "This morning, after treating the Whomping Willow with Professor Sprout, I was looking for a flying car."

Nietzsche noticed that Professor Sprout's clothes were covered in patches, and that his fingernails were filled with dirt and tree bark debris.

Lockhart's boots were clean on the outside, which meant he was lying. Rather than saying they were "together," it was more accurate to say that Lockhart watched the professor work from beginning to end.

"He seems to be getting impatient with Professor Sprout," a young eagle whispered to Theodore.

He is Anthony Goldstein, a genuine pureblood, and he got along quite well with Theodore...

"Please leave when you're done." The professor didn't even look at him directly, instead handing out earmuffs to the students, his tone tinged with annoyance. "Today's lesson is on mandrakes. Follow me to the third greenhouse!"

Just as Nietzsche was about to go in, Lockhart stopped him.

He glanced at Professor Sprout, who hadn't turned around, and then closed the door after the second-to-last person entered the greenhouse, leaving Nietzsche outside without any regard for his feelings, displaying his self-righteousness.

"Let's talk, just for two minutes."

Lockhart's teeth gleamed white in the sunlight.

“Professor, it’s time for class…” Nietzsche raised his watch and said calmly, “Two minutes, one hundred and twenty seconds, starting now.”

"It's about cars!"

Chapter 87 The Absurd Acts of the Absurd Teacher

Lockhart seems to have some ideas about the future of the Flying Cars.

“I asked Harry Potter, and the car actually escaped into the Forbidden Forest… I know, you want to try the sweet taste of fame, right? I understand… but since you're so smart, I can help you,”

“I know, but all that nonsense from the Daily Prophet is nothing compared to the consecutive Most Charming Smile Awards, Nietzsche. I must say, flying cars are indeed a great idea!”

Nietzsche stood outside the greenhouse, listening to him ramble on and on for ages.

It took him a while to barely understand Lockhart's meaning: he seemed to mistakenly believe that he wanted to become famous like Ron and Harry by using flying cars.

But he was uncertain, after all, it was too absurd, so Nietzsche could only feign delight.

"Professor, do you also think this is a good idea?" He had no idea what was going on in the other person's head, so he could only go along with it.

“No wonder Professor Flitwick called me a ‘smart’ student.” Lockhart thought he and his student were on the same page. “Actually, maintaining international recognition is very difficult, so…”

He shrugged and looked toward the Forbidden Forest.

Yes, Nietzsche and Harry Potter reminded him that Lockhart felt he should act more... well... how to describe it again? More unconventional?

Indeed, he noticed yesterday that this image seemed to be more popular among young people.

“Ah, I just think that more people should know about the Flying Car,” Nietzsche said. “Of course, if the professor likes it, I can actually recommend other models, some of which may be more suitable for you.”

Who cares? As long as I can get my hands on the Flying Car, that's all that matters.

Although Quirrell always looked down on Lockhart, the latter's status was always a huge advantage for Nietzsche, especially the Order of Merlin, Third Class... Nietzsche needed to make use of the influence he held.

“For example, a golden convertible sports car… the professor would love the feeling of clouds brushing against him,” Nietzsche said earnestly.

“There are different styles too?!” Lockhart was surprised for a moment, then laughed even more happily. “Great, Nietzsche, I didn’t expect we could have something in common. You’re much better than Harry.”

Nietzsche didn't say anything, he just stood there politely with a smile.

Excellent, perfect! Lockhart's impression of the magical car was on his side, because there was no reason for the other not to like it—it was flashy enough, and the sturdy body could even withstand the attacks of the Whomping Willow.

This is perfect for a wizard who loves to travel around.

At that moment, Professor Sprout stormed out of the greenhouse, grabbed Nietzsche by the shoulder, and dragged him inside.

“Professor Lockhart, you already wasted five minutes of Porter’s time this morning, and now you want to have someone else continue this afternoon?” She pushed Nietzsche into the classroom and immediately closed the door. “You still have to teach other people later.”

Professor Sprout didn't want someone like that to deceive the school's good students.

She's been like that since her student days, and now that she's finally been promoted to professor, she hasn't changed at all, which she finds very annoying. It's as if Headmaster Dumbledore hired her because of her smiling face.

"Hmph, next time he comes after you, you'd better treat him like a mandrake," the professor said angrily.

"Isn't he quite famous?" Nietzsche asked.

“But nobody here likes his personality. Lockhart has always been prone to making offhand remarks since he was a child…” Sprout couldn’t help but add a few more words, “In that case, it would be better to let Snape become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.”

When the professor led Nietzsche to the door of the third greenhouse, he first had him put on his earmuffs, because they had already begun repotting the mandrakes.

This herbal medicine class was much more difficult.

When mandrakes are repotted, they cry out, and the sound can cause great harm to people and lead to unconsciousness.

Even with the magic earmuffs on, they still writhe wildly when pulled out of the soil, scattering mud everywhere... just like parents pulling back a warm blanket on a cold morning.

“Look, Draco is much more obedient now…” Hubble said to Nietzsche, wearing protective goggles.

"what?"

Nietzsche could only see his mouth moving, but couldn't hear any sound. All he could hear was a faint, suppressed sob, so he roared back at the top of his lungs.

"I said! Draco will never cause trouble again!" Hubble roared, his eyes wide and his face flushed red.

As he spoke, he pointed to a corner of the third greenhouse.

Only then did Nietzsche understand what he meant.

He saw Draco Malfoy listlessly pulling on the mandrake's 'hair' and stuffing it into a pre-dug pit. Sometimes the mandrake would resist, but he would forcefully pick up a shovel and beat it hard.

The rough action drew Professor Sprout over. She seemed to know about the Malfoy family's troubles, so she patiently demonstrated it to him again.

“But I feel he’s holding back a lot of anger!” Nietzsche had seen all of his actions.

"What?" Hubble stared blankly, revealing his missing tooth.

“I’m telling you! Draco has gotten even more irritable than before!!” He practically pressed his mouth against his friend’s earmuff.

“If my family goes bankrupt, I will become even more irritable than him.”

The mandrake in Nietzsche's hand was equally unruly; its two legs kicked down forcefully, forcing Nietzsche to take out his wand and use his magic to pinch the mandrake's body and forcefully stuff it into the pot.

Standard spells are really convenient.....