Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

This led to a poor reputation and first impression. On Tuesday noon, Nietzsche, who had just finished his Transfiguration and Charms classes, heard Hermione's low disdain in the library.

"When he faced the Cornish elves, his first reaction wasn't to use wandless spells, but to hide under the table." Hermione's cheeks puffed up with anger.

She contributed the most yesterday.

She was the only one in the entire classroom who was fighting back with poison and banishment spells, just as Quirrell had said at home: Gilderoy Lockhart was a complete fool who wanted to get attention.

“My wand is broken, otherwise I could have helped too…” Ron said angrily, banging his wand on the table.

His wand broke in two when the flying car crashed into the Whomping Willow, and even though he reattached it with magic tape, it did nothing to fix it.

It's like an electrical wire; if the copper wire inside is broken, simply repairing the outer insulation layer won't help.

"So how did you manage to do it?" Nietzsche asked her.

“Didn’t you attend any classes during the summer vacation? Of course not…” Hermione stopped abruptly, then revealed a sly glint in her eyes, “But I think this is a good practical exercise, and it’s better to rely on yourself.”

Nietzsche found that his little tricks were no longer working.

He was initially somewhat embarrassed and angry, but then a strange joy arose within him... as if he were happy because of Hermione's growth, but it wasn't the kind of emotion one would feel between friends.

Well... Nietzsche couldn't analyze his strange emotions for the time being.

“But he failed once, so maybe he won’t use Cornish elves again.” Nietzsche put his hand on her shoulder. “So it doesn’t matter whether you say it or not.”

Hermione was about to say something when a flash of light interrupted her thoughts.

A boy holding a camera hanging around his neck, his arms thinner than Crabbe and Gore's necks, felt a jolt of fear and his breathing quickened when he noticed their gazes toward him.

“I’m Colin Crevey, a first-year student in Gryffindor,” he said timidly. “I just take pictures of things randomly.”

Who knows what he was thinking at the time...

Colin was looking for Harry Potter when he saw Nietzsche leaning casually against Hermione. The ease and joy conveyed by that unconscious gesture were something that could never be deliberately imitated.

“Be careful, if a professor who happens to be in a bad mood sees your things, they will be confiscated,” Nietzsche said.

"You'd better not be talking about Professor Snape." Hermione pursed her lips, secretly chuckling to herself.

When the school bell rang, Nietzsche timed it perfectly and ran from the library to the classroom at the last second.

Today, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is different: each person has a framed photo on their desk, and the walls are covered with pictures of Gilderoy Lockhart grinning with his teeth showing.

The entire classroom seemed to have turned into Lockhart's new book launch.

“Alright, students, I see you’ve all bought my complete set of books, so I’m going to give you a little quiz first…” Lockhart pointed to the textbooks on the table and said with satisfaction, “Don’t worry, it won’t affect your final grades.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Since it won't have any impact, I can just fill in anything.

Before the exam paper was handed to Nietzsche, he already had a thought in mind: it was probably about the dark creatures that appeared in the book.

But when he saw the test paper, he almost lost his temper... Nietzsche crumpled the edges of the paper, suppressing the urge to tear it to shreds. He felt as if he had been insulted out of nowhere.

The question above is: What color does Lockhart like in "A Year with the Tibetan Yeti," not 'What color or what does the Tibetan Yeti like?'

In *Wandering with the Werewolf*, what is Lockhart's ideal birthday present, rather than 'what present a werewolf would receive without harming anyone'?

Do you know Lockhart's birthday?

"I don't know... Anyway, it's a multiple-choice question, just pick one."

After half an hour of murmurs in the classroom, Lockhart finally shouted, "Stop writing!"

He randomly picked out a few of the collected exam papers, but he was not satisfied with the results. When he turned to Nietzsche's paper, he was even more astonished.

“After testing Gryffindor yesterday, I changed the questions to multiple choice, but I didn’t expect that even so, some of you would still get zero!” Lockhart shoved the test paper under the table with a strange expression.

It's quite a joke that someone got zero on the multiple-choice questions.

"Mr. Holmes, how do you manage to miss all the correct answers?"

"I don't know." Nietzsche's facial muscles twitched slightly.

“In a sense, it should be a perfect score... because you deliberately excluded the correct answer, right?” Lockhart said. “My ideal gift would be ‘peaceful coexistence between people who have magic and people who don’t.’”

Nietzsche did not speak, but listened silently to the other person's exaggerated performance.

He suddenly wondered if he should change the plan, since the professor didn't seem like someone with a wealth of experience.

Lockhart, however, was not at a loss. He did remember the contents of the book, but deliberately not choosing the correct option was his way of expressing protest... If it were a non-multiple choice question, he would deliberately write the opposite.

"I know this method might get my attention, but next time... it's best not to use it again, okay? Alright, our first lesson is about the Forbidden Forest!"

Lockhart patted Nietzsche on the shoulder and said a few words in a serious tone.

This is a promising talent, and perhaps he doesn't want to waste his time... Lockhart thought to himself.

"The Forbidden Forest?" Theodore jumped up from his chair. "Isn't that a Cornish elf?!"

He felt a sudden darkness engulf him. After hearing the news from Gryffindor, he immediately began researching, intending to make a good impression on the new professor, but...

屮!

Lockhart's smile froze for a moment before he stepped forward to explain.

“That was my original idea, but last time only Miss Granger in the entire classroom could handle it, so I changed my mind... Well then, I happen to know what kind of dark creatures are in the Forbidden Forest.”

This is a lie~

Nietzsche and some of the snakes who were good friends with Gryffindor all knew about how the elves had thrown his wand out the window.

In fact, Lockhart was trying a different approach because he couldn't handle the Cornish elves, and at the same time, he wanted to appear 'different' from them.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Draco stood at the door and mocked.

He seemed to have no recollection of what had happened in the Forbidden Forest, while Daphne remembered some things and thus appeared somewhat resistant to the suggestion.

"Great, here's a photo with my autograph for you. You're welcome." Lockhart pulled a photo out of his pocket, ignoring Draco's disgusted look, and put it directly into Draco's pocket.

Therefore, the content of the first lesson on Defense Against the Dark Arts in Slytherin was changed from Cornwall to a journey through the Forbidden Forest.

Chapter 90 Lockhart Wants to Cooperate

Sometimes, Nietzsche seriously suspected that Smaug was frequently harassing these eight-eyed giant spiders.

So much so that these giant spiders could call out their names in near-phonetic terms, as if they were fiercely guarding their "lonely mountain"... although Nietzsche did not see any gold buried there.

But from Quirrell's perspective, he was lucky, because the dragon only burned down the hunting grounds and then left.

“That was quite an adventure. We rescued a flying car from a swarm of eight-eyed spiders,” Professor Lockhart said, wiping the sweat and dust from his face with his sleeve. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep track of everyone.”

Of course, it was the great Lockhart who turned the tide.

Nietzsche, through the flames, saw the enormous phantom—in just one year, Smaug had grown to the size of an adult fire dragon.

The other young wizards ignored Lockhart's laughter; they were terrified. It was so close... After the giant spiders' bodies were crushed and burned to ashes, they weren't as disgusting as they had been at first.

“This way… Alright, everyone go back now.” Lockhart stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and waved to the others.

Malfoy clutched his pocket tightly and was the first to leave. The wizards planned to take a bath or perhaps tell their friends about their adventure in the Forbidden Forest that day.

"Is there...is there anything else?" Lockhart noticed that one student had no intention of leaving.

“Professor, this was all part of your plan, wasn’t it?” Nietzsche sat on the back of the car, swinging his legs. “You discovered the car’s tracks beforehand and brought us to the Forbidden Forest, just to help you…”

Lockhart's path was actually a product of the magic car's reckless rampage.

Lockhart had his back to him, touched his wand with his right hand, pondered for a moment, and then put it back at his waist. When he turned around again, his face was once again adorned with his signature smile.

“But this was just along the way…” he said. “Look, haven’t the students learned how to deal with the eight-eyed giant spider?”

As for whether anyone had learned the Spider Repelling Spell, Nietzsche didn't know, but he could assure his classmates that they would never set foot on the land that resembled white cotton again.

For example, they will learn that these places are usually the territory of the giant eight-eyed spider.

“Based on your performance and outstanding abilities, I’ve decided to promote you to my assistant… What do you think?” Lockhart said generously, “I also know you care a lot about this guy.”

He patted the roof of the car, but the magical car rudely popped out the door, knocking Lockhart to the ground.

“Really?” Nietzsche feigned delight. “That’s wonderful! I’ve always wanted to build a flying car.”

Unexpectedly, Professor Lockhart delivered himself to our doorstep.

So the two became partners temporarily, at least until the Flying Car was repaired.

Lockhart was secretly delighted; he never imagined that his trip to Hogwarts would lead him to become the founder of a magical flying car. Nietzsche, on the other hand, was inwardly criticizing the professor's narcissism and foolishness...

"So you got close to him like that?" The next day at noon, Hermione sat on the slope by the Black Lake, watching Nietzsche roll up his trousers and use a Summoning Charm to catch fish in the shallow water. "You and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor really hit it off."

Professor Quirrell at the time also only had a good relationship with Nietzsche.

"Hey! What did you say to Snape... he even gave you an 'O'!" Nietzsche shouted, "Mirror Carp, come here!"

Then a mirror carp weighing nearly 61 kilograms leaped from the Black Lake, its slippery scales causing it to slide between Nietzsche's hands and strike him squarely in the face.

And this fish still hasn't filled Hagrid's iron bucket; truly, the all-powerful Unseen Stretching Charm.

“You should say Snape as ‘Professor’,” Hermione corrected.

“I won’t, he can’t hear me right now.”

"Who knows?" Hermione chuckled mischievously. "Maybe he can hear it from some Potions student who's good at it... By the way, do you think that's what Professor Snape was after?"

“Traitor to Gryffindor!” Nietzsche controlled the iron barrel to float up and walked ashore.

"And what about you, you traitor to Slytherin!"

Two 'academy traitors' arrived at the centaur tribe deep in the Forbidden Forest with gifts.

Smaug was perched at the bottom of a huge pit. When it spotted Nietzsche, it fluttered its wings and ran over. Then it used its menacing horns to knock Nietzsche over, and Nietzsche lay down on the ground and stroked its head.

Hermione, who was standing nearby, suddenly giggled.

“It seems Miss Smaug misses you very much…” she said with a smile.

“Miss?” Nietzsche sensed something was wrong.

"Don't you know yet? Smaug is a female fire dragon."

However, Nietzsche had no particular thoughts. He simply kicked over the iron bucket, spilling out plump freshwater fish. Upon seeing Hermione's shocked expression, his face immediately fell.