Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

'She used a spell...' Nietzsche immediately realized.

But he quickly swung his wand across, and the two lightsabers collided, the energy of which turned the lawn where they were standing into scorched earth.

"Is it a braking spell?" he asked incredulously after regaining his balance.

"How's my summer homework?" Hermione said proudly, swinging her boots. "While it can't match the speed of a flying broom, it's still 'Hermes's Flying Shoes'."

With her speed advantage, Hermione can exert maximum force with minimal effort.

The downside is that Hermione is just using brute force, while Nietzsche can use his fencing skills to fight back... Watching their dueling styles, many Ravenclaws always feel a strange sense of unease.

They might be considered reckless, but they were indeed aided by a magical spell.

They might be considered too flashy, but if the two of them were to get close to them, they would probably already be lying on the ground.

"Dean, I want to learn!" Davis crouched down and grabbed the professor's arm. "I want to learn how to use the lightsaber too!"

"You'd better win me a Quidditch Championship first!"

At this moment, Hermione, who had become impatient due to the lack of positive feedback, started to stumble. So Nietzsche deliberately created an opening—by creating some distance and catching his breath.

With the Brake Charm in effect, Hermione raised her wand and raced toward Nietzsche.

"Ventus (whirlwind)"

The wind pressure swirled outwards, forcing Hermione, who couldn't brake in time due to inertia, back.

Before Nietzsche could regain his footing, the staggering Hermione nimbly dodged the attack and used the momentum to stab Hermione. The intense heat and magic shattered the armored charm in front of her.

“Looks like you forgot to set the shock-absorbing and slowing spell.” He extinguished his wand and offered Hermione his left hand.

"I'll get it next time, you were lucky this time!" Hermione said, though she was not convinced, she still took the other person's hand and was pulled up.

Frivi dismissed the students who were watching the show with a huff and walked over by himself, his face full of joy, because while observing the duel between the two, he also discovered some new inspiration.

This style, which combines agile movement with swordsmanship, seems to suit him quite well.

Hmm... Using a braking spell to help a wizard unleash the fastest speed in the shortest amount of time is such a forward-thinking idea.

“Miss Granger, you could have won if you had just kept your pace, but you were too impatient,” Flitwick pointed out her weakness. “Your strength lies in knowing how to use spells to enhance yourself.”

Hermione looked a little embarrassed and lowered her head to admit her mistake.

In fact, Nietzsche could see where Hermione went wrong: she clearly lost because of her own recklessness.

It's important to understand that the speed advantage gained from the Braking Charm is very difficult to overcome; he was just putting on an act, barely managing to cope with it using technique... because Hermione could easily dodge his spells.

"However, your skills are quite good... So, from now on, come here every Saturday!" Frivi decided this without waiting for their agreement.

After seeing Hermione and Nietzsche off, Flitwick immediately took off his boots and began to apply a braking charm to them.

He nimbly jumped around on the lawn, as if he had returned to his youthful state.

That's great, he feels like he can play again.

Chapter Ninety-Four: This year's Halloween was quite peaceful.

This year has been quite leisurely.

The snake-nosed Dark Lord, whose name cannot even be mentioned, is currently resting and recuperating in the dark sewers, which makes things much easier for Nietzsche and Hermione. They spend their days talking and doing their homework in the library.

However, as for Defense Against the Dark Arts... Hermione actually chose to skip class.

On September 19th, Nietzsche discovered that she had once again missed class.

“Miss Granger, please give me a reason for not attending Defense Against the Dark Arts class.” Nietzsche crept up behind her, pinching his nose as he said, “I thought you were different from those Weasleys.”

Hermione, however, was not frightened at all.

The library was very quiet during class time, so she was able to clearly distinguish Nietzsche's footsteps.

"Because it's my birthday today, I'm happy to give myself a day off." She didn't even turn her head, but was just looking intently at her notes.

“Ah, that’s a good reason.” Nietzsche sat down beside her and stretched. “But I’ve heard Professor Lockhart say that Gryffindor has a good student who can answer every single one of his questions…”

He seemed genuinely concerned for Professor Lockhart, believing he had lost a student who had been paying close attention in class.

Hermione glared at him fiercely, cleared her throat, and mimicked Lockhart's flamboyant manner in a high-pitched voice.

“I don’t want to hear on my birthday, ‘Miss Granger, do you know what my favorite shampoo is?’” she then complained, “His appearance and background are completely unrelated.”

Imagine someone who has firsthand information about vampires and werewolves; they must be a very knowledgeable wizard.

The most valuable thing in those books is not 'Lockhart's hobbies', but the detailed information about the lives of those dark creatures. Even if the stories are made up, they have at least been certified by Wizengamo.

This means that the habits of the dark creatures described in those stories are traceable.

“I thought you’d joined the ‘Lockhart fan club’ too,” Nietzsche remarked.

“Then it should be you!” Hermione snatched the licorice wand from his hand and put it in her mouth. “After all, the clever Mr. Holmes and the great Professor Lockhart are conducting a secret research into a new technology…”

This time it was Nietzsche's turn to be annoyed.

Whenever this topic comes up, he feels like strangling Lockhart—when researching flying cars, he did all the dirty and hard work, while Lockhart just quietly used his magic wand and pretended to take notes.

If Nietzsche hadn't needed Lockhart's publishing house, he would have quit long ago.

"If I remember correctly, you should have had a history of magic this afternoon, right?" Hermione asked, biting her licorice wand, the sweet and refreshing taste spreading in her mouth.

Not bad, now she understands why Nietzsche liked to snack on these kinds of treats when he was bored.

“Uh… I just came to look for the book Professor Quirrell mentioned.” Nietzsche said, hands in his pockets, raising an eyebrow, “about the connection between human semiotics and spells. By the way, consider that a birthday present.”

This is a lie~

In fact, he remembered Hermione's birthday, which is why he came to keep her company.

As for gifts... Nietzsche has never been one for that, nor does he have any good ideas. He can only spend some time coming out himself. Fortunately, Hermione skipped class today, so at least he doesn't have to actually read books.

"Whatever, if the professor catches you, you'll just lose points in Slytherin anyway." Hermione pursed her lips and looked down at her book.

But her brows had already relaxed without her realizing it.

The two sat on the bench, occasionally exchanging a few words and throwing in some trash talk when they talked about spells. Hermione didn't have to take care of her friends' studies, and Nietzsche didn't have to deal with Lockhart.

They all tacitly refrained from breaking this rare atmosphere of harmony.

As October arrived, the autumn chill began to permeate the area outside Hogwarts Castle, causing many people to catch colds.

But those people all caught a chill while strolling around the castle in their pajamas at night, except for Ginny Weasley.

She always seemed sickly, only perking up and putting on a smile when she met Harry Potter.

"Want to take a picture?" "Only five nut!"

Colin seemed to have taken Hermione's advice, because he actually approached George and Fred to promote his Muggle camera.

In the auditorium, Nietzsche often saw people pulling Colin aside and whispering about something, and it seemed that it wasn't just couples and graduating students, but also the newly appointed prefects.

Even Quidditch teams seem to have their eyes on his camera...

Colin usually prefers doing business with Slytherin students because they never care about 'discounts'.

"Look at this!" Warrington said excitedly as he handed out several photos to some of the team members. "It's the Slytherin team's comparison. I applied the developing solution I swiped from Ravenclaw."

The six people on top are holding flying brooms and wearing goggles, looking like ace pilots.

The Weasley brothers also made a fortune. They didn't take Colin's money, but they took the opportunity to promote their prank items such as skip-school candy, especially the recently popular Daydream Candy.

Colin was once the most popular among the witches... because he knew about many secret romances.

"Thank you for your patronage, that'll be 10 siscos in total!" Colin, with his camera tucked in, crouched down and approached the Slytherin table.

"Here you go!" Warrington said, stuffing the silver coins into his hand and hooking his arm around his shoulder. "By the way, I heard that Cedric guy... cough cough, did he also ask you to take pictures of a girl?"

Colin was forced to sit next to Nietzsche, suffering terribly.

"I signed a confidentiality agreement, so... I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about..."

"Come on!" said Chaser Derian Pursey. "You Gryffindors already knew about this, Wood even said so... Was it that new prospective Seeker who came in for Ravenclaw?!"

Nietzsche quietly ate his beef pie, his ears perked up.

Huh? Cedric is making a sound?

But Colin refused to comply and simply zipped up his mouth... He never expected to be so popular at school, so he didn't dare to say anything about his senior.

"You...you can't threaten others with this baseless accusation!" he said angrily, his face puffed out.

"What are you thinking? We're planning to help him!" Warrington explained patiently. "Think about it... how could that big oaf know these things? We can lend a hand occasionally during practice matches."

Previously, Hogwarts did not have the concept of practice matches; the team only trained on its own.

But since Warrington replaced Marcus, he has had good relationships with all the teams, so when he can't get a court, he will play a game with other colleges (only the Quaffle score is counted).

"I don't know, anyway, no one else knows about this!" Colin could only give an ambiguous answer.

He happily pocketed his jingling bag and told Nietzsche before leaving: if he wanted to take a picture of him, the first time would be free.

Colin had heard from the witches about Nietzsche and Hermione's relationship—the two powerful figures had worked to ease tensions between their respective houses, and only through peace could he earn a place in Slytherin.

Thankfully, Slytherin had Nietzsche.

"Why are you all doing Cupid's work?" Nietzsche and the others asked as soon as they left, and they immediately came over.

“Sigh…we need a few days of separate training to practice tactics. I can discuss this with Hufflepuff,” Warrington said respectfully. “What era are we living in? Still fighting and killing like this…”

Moreover, the more things develop in this way, the more we can appreciate the benefits of having friends.

"What was that witch's name again?" Puse scratched his head.

"It seems to be Qiu Zhang."

When Nietzsche returned to his dormitory that night, he looked at the glass covered with lines and parchment paper... Apart from the cut-out news articles and spell notes, there was nothing else on it.

How about... we get Colin to take a picture?

'It's just for commemoration,' Nietzsche murmured to himself, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling.

Chapter 95 So they closed their eyes

Rainy days in the UK are perfect for a Halloween dinner.