Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

What does it feel like?

Bins guessed... this must be the 'anger' he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Thus Sallytherin Slytherin

Nietzsche always dealt with his enemies in this way.

He was like a seasoned hunter, able to pinpoint his opponent's weaknesses precisely and then employ different methods depending on his mood and objective circumstances.

"Impossible! Slytherin was forced out, he must have left something behind..." Draco stubbornly persisted even after facing the facts, "Maybe that magical monster was there to protect the purity of the bloodline!"

“Impossible?” Bins laughed in anger. “I’m the same age as Hogwarts, and let me tell you… Salazar, by today’s moral standards, may not be a good person, but he’s definitely not a bad one.”

He sternly ordered Draco to shut up, not wanting to hear any rumors that smeared Slytherin.

Nietzsche could clearly deduce from the professor's words that Salazar Slytherin did not believe, as the pure-bloods nonsense suggested, that Muggle wizards were unworthy of learning magic and were unwilling to accept Muggle wizards.

He had no choice but to do so... because getting entangled with Muggles who opposed wizards would only disrupt his ideals.

But since Headmaster Dumbledore acknowledged the existence of the Chamber of Secrets, what was the true purpose of the terrifying creatures that Slytherin was rumored to be keeping?

Biological weapons secretly prepared for the sake of an ideal new regime?

Nietzsche glanced at the deflated pro-purebred faction, but he didn't feel relieved. He had to strike at their hearts.

So after class, he stayed behind...

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Bins had only half his body remaining in the classroom.

“I don’t understand. Since those historical records aren’t so objective, why don’t you write a biography of Slytherin?” Nietzsche said. “Are you just going to watch your former friend become so evil in people’s minds?”

However, Binns was a staunch academic; both during his life and after his death, he used historical records kept by others to teach.

But when Nietzsche mentioned this today, I couldn't help but have some doubts.

"Too late..." Professor Binns frantically tidied his notes. "Who would believe the words of an old, decrepit ghost?"

To be honest, he felt very guilty.

He was invited by Slytherin to become a professor, but in the end he failed to preserve Slytherin's dignity.

He looked at Nietzsche sighing and felt a pang of sympathy... In fact, he could understand the student's thoughts; he wouldn't say he agreed, but at least he wouldn't disagree.

“It will happen. You are the only professor in this house who has been there since the school was founded. Your presence can quell those rumors.” Nietzsche stepped forward and said softly, “Slytherin is by no means an evil or petty person.”

"Well... I can only talk about it during class..." The professor didn't have a good solution.

“We could write a biography, a story about Salazar Slytherin. Are you just going to let such a ridiculous rumor be taken as fact?”

of course not!

A great founder of Hogwarts turned into a dark wizard who proposed the theory of pure blood and wished for the deaths of Muggles and half-blood wizards before leaving the school... a madman comparable to the Dark Lord?

Bins' soul, sealed away by time, seemed to have sensed the call of history.

Who is he?

He's a professor of the history of magic!

“You’re right, students shouldn’t waste their energy on the so-called ‘purifying the school’ argument… No problem! If you have any questions, you can come to me anytime!” Bins readily agreed.

But here's the question: what's the name of this biography?

Professor Binns had only been gone a short while when he suddenly poked his head out of the blackboard again.

"How about a Slytherin biography?" he asked, expressing his somewhat old-fashioned opinion.

“Professor, what people fear is Slytherin’s radical, ahead-of-his-time ideas, something untouchable… it can’t just be described as a biography.” Nietzsche didn’t laugh at him, but thought about it seriously.

"Then...what do you think it should be called?"

"We are speaking through the mouth of Slytherin, so let's call it 'Thus Spoke Salazar Slytherin'."

“So it is… okay! Let’s call it that!” Binns muttered to himself as he crawled into the wall. “That’s right, he’s the one talking, we’re just recording what he said.”

Nietzsche walked out of the classroom and stood in the arcade of the castle, a satisfied smile on his face in the sunlight streaming through the glass.

Since the pure-blood faction likes to bring up Slytherin House and Slytherin, he will ruthlessly destroy their spirit and let the world see who the real 'traitor' is.

But even Nietzsche himself could not have known that one day in the future, those purebloods would be driven to desperation because of this book, and that Draco would feel a deep fear when he recalled that day in 1992, the day of his History of Magic class.

So Hermione started seeing Nietzsche frequently in the fake library.

At noon on this weekend, many people huddled together for warmth in the auditorium and rarely walked alone. So Hermione tiptoed and quietly moved behind Nietzsche, craning her neck to peek at what he was writing furiously.

The table was piled high with yellow parchment, and against the wall were books such as "A History of the School" and "Outstanding Ancient Wizards".

She noticed that Nietzsche seemed to be writing a novel, with an opening statement casually tossed aside:

'When Salazar Slytherin was thirty, he left his hometown swamp and went to the mountains. He and like-minded wizards created Hogwarts, where he could fully enjoy the solitude that belongs to wizards.'

For ten years, he had absolutely no reason to tire of it, until one day he changed his mind—on a dawning morning…

"He said to the sun, 'Great sun, if all those you illuminate were gone, would you still be happy?'" Hermione couldn't help but read this wonderful sentence aloud.

“If this lonely mountain didn’t have me, the snake, the eagle, the badger, or the lion, you would surely be bored with your journey of light… I need to bring this gift to everyone.”

Nietzsche suddenly threw down his quill, gathered all the unfolded drafts on the table into his arms, and then leaned half his body over them.

He didn't expect Hermione to come.

“I thought Slytherin was the kind of prejudiced dictator.” She put her hands behind her back and stuck out her tongue playfully.

“That was before, not anymore,” Nietzsche said irritably.

Being spied on and being read aloud are completely different feelings. All he wanted to do was run to the bathroom and splash some cold water on his face, but Hermione acted as if nothing was wrong, moved a chair and sat down next to him.

It looks like she's sitting right here and has no intention of letting Nietzsche go.

“Ah, I thought you were planning to challenge the monster in the Chamber of Secrets to a duel by yourself.” Hermione reached out and snatched the papers from his arms, continuing to read. “Why are you suddenly writing a biography about Slytherin?”

“This is a weapon!” Nietzsche exclaimed, his ears turning red as he shook the manuscript in his hand. “This is a weapon used to destroy the spirit.”

"But who are you planning to show it to? Do you think a publisher would like the work of... a student who hasn't even graduated?"

Hermione had been on tenterhooks for days because of his previous actions, so when she finally faced Nietzsche, she naturally didn't give him a friendly look and her attitude was very unfriendly.

It's as if Nietzsche is saying: Hey! Can I copy your Potions homework?

“Hmph, why do you think I could tolerate Lockhart?” Nietzsche said. “He’s the top author at the Wizarding World Publishing Company… An introduction, you know what I mean! Give it to me!”

"Don't rush, let me take another look..."

To be honest, Hermione was a little jealous of his talent.

No, in Potions, Nietzsche could never surpass her—Hermione Granger! This was her last hope!

Chapter 100 Lockhart Wants Fame

Colin and Mrs. Lorris may not receive treatment until the first batch of mandrakes ripens next spring; the rest of the time they will have to lie in bed.

As for Harry... Slytherin accepted him, because the little snakes didn't think a Gryffindor would be the heir.

But he's currently focused on Quidditch and hasn't been significantly influenced by other people's opinions.

On a Saturday afternoon in mid-November, Nietzsche and Hermione temporarily set aside Professor Flitwick's dueling training and went up to the third floor, intending to ask the somewhat famous Professor Lockhart.

"Have you heard the stories he told?" Hermione asked, holding a copy of "I Am Magic" tucked under her arm.

“If you’re referring to his victory over the Vogaga werewolves, he already mentioned that on Tuesday…” Nietzsche replied absentmindedly, glancing around the corner of the corridor.

At the corner where Colin and Mrs. Lorris were murdered, many spiders were crawling out from the cracks in the wall.

"But don't you think there are many suspicious points in his story?"

"Come on, Lockhart's teaching style is just to dramatically reenact the events in his books... If it were just a factual account, probably no one would read it." Nietzsche, though seemingly nonchalant, was still wary.

Hermione stubbornly pulled Nietzsche to stand at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

It's important to understand that she's different from those little witches who focus on their appearance. Moreover, judging from Lockhart's public image, he's quite different from the character in the novel—perhaps it's the difference between arrogance and confidence.

“Do you remember what he said? He said, ‘I’ll make sure the villagers of Vulgar Vulgar don’t have to be attacked by werewolves every month.’ He’s lying!” Hermione analyzed calmly.

"But didn't he say he used the 'Restore to Human Form Charm'?"

“That’s the problem!” The girl stood in the doorway, lowering her voice. “I asked Professor McGonagall, and the Restoration Charm can only temporarily restore a werewolf to human form... There is no way to cure a werewolf.”

“Perhaps he’s just exaggerating.” Nietzsche raised his hand and knocked on the office door.

At the same time, he also felt how unpopular this position was.

It's as absurd as Cambridge and Oxford Universities in England hiring a theatrical actor as a professor for their professional classes... But the young wizards didn't come away empty-handed; at least they learned how to banish dark creatures.

“I mean: are you sure you want to see him?” Hermione lowered her voice even further after hearing footsteps inside.

“Who else can I turn to? Snape?” Nietzsche rolled his eyes. “What I need is a publisher in the wizarding world.”

In this respect, Snape was probably even less reliable.

Hermione stepped on his foot, and when she heard the approaching footsteps, she immediately took out the book "I Am Magical" from her arms and held it with both hands, a slight smile on her lips.

"Tsk... This book isn't a textbook. Remember that, you owe me four Galleons." She squeezed out a sound from between her lips.

"What? This book only costs three Galleons!"

"Mercury's snack allowance, it was expedited for you."

When Lockhart opened the door, he didn't see the two arguing; he could see the smiles on Nietzsche and Hermione's faces by looking down slightly—which pleased him greatly.

Lockhart laughed even harder when Hermione handed him "I Am Magical."

“Oh, Professor Lockhart,” Hermione stammered. “After reading your book, ‘I’m Magical,’ I got some inspiration, especially your descriptions of wizards. They were absolutely brilliant.”

Lockhart deftly accepted the signed copy of the new book while flashing a warm smile at the two of them.

“Aha, you’ve been reading very attentively.” He said proudly, “That’s right. Although this is an autobiography, it’s not a description of just me, but rather a perspective on the modern magical world from ‘my’ point of view.”

But in fact, he hadn't thought of that.