Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Is it all here?" Hermione suddenly stopped smiling and immediately became serious.

Lavender and Parvati stuck out their tongues at her; it seemed their academically gifted roommate was also quite talented at changing her expression.

One second he's laughing and joking with Nietzsche, the next he's acting like a professor.

“Almost everyone’s here, some of them are first-year students…” Neville whispered. “You guys aren’t going to teach any really hard spells, are you? Don’t forget, we haven’t even gotten to that stage yet.”

He had to admit that there was still a tiny difference between people.

Kanaway thought that since wizards like Nietzsche and Hermione were liked by the professors, they must practice high-difficulty spells such as the Existence Charm or the Apparition Charm, so he felt a little hesitant.

However, Nietzsche dispelled their concerns.

He said, "Can't you even learn the Illumination Charm?"

Illumination spell?

Isn't that thing used for lighting?

"It seems you've misunderstood," Nietzsche said, looking at their puzzled expressions, as if suddenly enlightened. "Please allow me to reintroduce the Illumination Charm—it provides a light source while also burning enemies!"

Chapter 105 The Duels at Hogwarts

The Illumination Spell is a basic skill and is a required subject for first graders.

Therefore, Nietzsche skipped the formal instruction and went straight to explaining the characteristics of the Illumination Charm. His explanation was quite simple: it involved utilizing high-temperature burning. Thus, the wizards discovered a new world:

It turns out the Illumination Charm isn't just for lighting; it can also be used to kill people...

"Watch your step. Without the Ironclad Charm, most wizards will die if they get close to a lightsaber. So you need to focus on 'dodging' rather than attacking."

Hermione, with her hands behind her back, perfectly imitated Flitwick's mannerisms, which made Nietzsche chuckle more than once.

Nietzsche, on the other hand, divided them into two groups: one group evaded while the other attacked with a petrification spell, and they switched back and forth.

The most surprising one was Neville, who seemed particularly fond of holding his wand with both hands... It was the first time he had tried this pose, but it suited him quite well, as Neville is quite strong and belongs to the power type.

“What’s the difference between that monster’s petrification spell and the petrification charm?” Harry asked, panting.

Because of his Quidditch training, he was much stronger than before. Ron, who was standing opposite him, was so tired after several rounds of dodging that he was almost lying on the ground.

“Its eyes,” Nietzsche said carefully as he moved through the crowd. “What you need to avoid is its eyes, which means avoiding eye contact... So what I hope you will learn first is how to escape.”

More than a month has passed since Colin's incident.

However, thanks to Hermione and the professors' instructions, the person who released the basilisk from the shadows never got a second chance.

Nietzsche felt that the other party had absolutely no patience.

"Damn it, do the monsters in the secret chamber also fight?" Ron said, sitting on a wooden stump, sweating profusely.

Because his wand was broken, he couldn't learn spells and could only run away with his head in his hands from George and Fred's attacks.

The Weasley twins seem to have forgotten that their own brother is hiding under their wands.

“But the Chamber of Secrets was opened.” Slytherin’s Hubble had just been distracted when he was hit by a petrification spell from the other side, but Neville quickly helped to break the spell.

This is what he learned from Hermione, and many people do.

“That’s why I let you all come together. No matter what, victory is achieved if at least one person escapes, even if the ‘Successor’ tries to stop us…” Nietzsche waved his wand. “Don’t you still have this?”

After several days of training, everyone was able to skillfully control the lightsabers.

This wasn't a very difficult thing to begin with; the key was in the idea and the technique. So, on the day the Duel Club started, this group of people gathered in the auditorium in a very flamboyant manner.

After dinner, all four long tables disappeared, replaced by a golden stage.

“Got it?” Nietzsche pulled Harry aside and whispered, “When you’re showing off your duels, remember to find Draco… I want Hermione to sneak into the Slytherin common room tonight.”

Harry glanced at him, a pang of sadness rising in his heart.

“I understand, I understand. If he doesn’t choose me, we’ll challenge him to a duel together.”

“What do you know? I haven’t finished yet,” Nietzsche said.

"Sigh...you don't want the Malfoys to see this, right?" Harry patted him on the shoulder, his mind racing with thoughts, before finally saying with a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, Malfoy won't be able to go back to his dorm tonight."

And so, the two, who were completely on different wavelengths, inexplicably reached a consensus.

After a while, all the students arrived, crowding together and clutching their wands tightly in their hands.

"Hmph, the Gryffindors are here too." Malfoy, who had been sitting in his chair for a while, rubbed his wand with his fingertips and sneered in a shrill voice, "I thought you would be too scared to come out and hide in the common room."

His words only made the people around him laugh, while the other little snakes looked at him with disgust.

This made Draco clench his fists involuntarily, but then he suddenly laughed with relief, looking at the group of non-pure-blood wizards with the same disdain.

'If it weren't for Nietzsche...' he thought angrily, staring at the boy surrounded by a crowd.

"Look this way!" Lockhart, dressed in a clean, bright crimson wizard's robe, walked onto the stage and shouted to the students, "It's best if everyone looks over here. This is the stage for the Defense Against the Dark Arts duel."

“If anyone can beat Lockhart tonight, I’ll be his fan,” Harry groaned.

"Is that really true?" Neville immediately stood on tiptoe and began looking around.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Professor Flitwick, whom everyone had been longing for, who stepped onto the stage; it was Snape.

With a gloomy face, he took silent, small steps and immediately appeared beside Lockhart. His gaze towards Lockhart was very calm, but sometimes it revealed a hint of pity, as if Lockhart were already dead.

"Let me introduce my assistant—Severus Snape! Don't worry, I will return the Potions professor to you unharmed."

The Slytherin snakes immediately understood the Headmaster's expression and observed a moment of silence for Professor Lockhart.

"Can I back out?" Harry glanced at him. "I'd rather take a book and have Lockhart sign it ten more times."

Nietzsche didn't know where Lockhart got his confidence from. How could someone who panicked at the sight of the eight-eyed spider possibly beat Snape?

At this moment, the dean pursed his lips and stared coldly at the back of Lockhart's head. Nietzsche couldn't understand how he could be so unmoved. If it were him, he probably would have made an excuse to run away long ago.

"Would you mind asking Professor Snape for help?" he grinned.

“Of course…” Snape grinned as well, but this looked even more terrifying to the young wizards.

Lockhart and Snape bowed...if Snape's impatient head-shaking counts as a bow.

"one two three!"

"Except your weapons!"

But as Nietzsche predicted, as soon as the countdown ended, Snape raised his wand over his shoulder, a red light flashed in the air, Lockhart's wand immediately slipped from his hand, and he flew off the stage and crashed into the wall of the Great Hall.

This infuriated Professor Flitwick, who was watching the spectacle from the sidelines. If it were him, he certainly wouldn't have been so humiliated.

“It’s nothing… my back, my back.” Lockhart staggered to his feet, his robes covered in dust. He used the wall for support as he got up. “Actually, I did it on purpose, so you could see the disarming spell.”

He's really stubborn.

If a fierce fire were to burn it, perhaps only a mouth would remain, opening and closing in the ashes.

“Actually, Professor Snape’s intentions were too obvious. I really wanted to stop you, but…” He noticed Snape raising his wand again and immediately changed his words, “The demonstration is over. Now it’s your turn!”

They stood on the stage, pairing students below into different groups.

Aside from Hermione and Nietzsche, whom Snape had temporarily forgotten, he clearly spent more time on Draco—Snape was hesitating about what kind of opponent to match him with.

But he couldn't figure it out either, so he asked Draco to pick one from the second-year students... except for the first and second in the grade.

“Malfoy, let me see what kind of person you can mold Mr. Longbottom into.” He slowly and deliberately selected a suitable candidate from the crowd, as if he didn’t want his student to suffer a loss.

Konawei wasn't afraid; instead, he excitedly walked out amidst the cheers of his friends.

He removed his wizard's robes, revealing a physique similar to Goyle and Crabbe's. He held his wand in both hands and chanted "Sunlight shines," as a sword made of light rose from his wand.

"Ahem... Professor, how about Potter does it instead?" Draco felt a chill run down his spine from the hateful look in Draco's eyes.

“No problem, the famous Potter, come here quickly.” Snape’s grin vanished. “Let’s see how much you’ve learned about Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

He sensed something was wrong.

Every Gryffindor was fearless and even hoped to fight Draco Malfoy.

“Neville, go and have a good chat with Goyle… Miss Brown, then please have a friendly chat with Pansy.” Nietzsche stood next to Lockhart, assigning them dueling opponents.

Snape was quick-witted. When he noticed the lightsabers being swung in the Great Hall, he immediately knew that Nietzsche was behind it all. Clearly, he wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of Draco and his gang.

Meanwhile, some Slytherins were also wielding lightsabers, brandishing them and casting spells. But who were their opponents?

It was either George and Fred, or Ron with the Broken Wand.

"And what about Miss Granger?" Snape's dark eyes flashed coldly as he gritted his teeth. "I suppose Mr. Holmes is too familiar with her to learn anything new from her?"

Just as he was about to say something, Daphne stepped forward.

"I want to see just how good she is." She stood behind the professor and secretly winked at the person opposite her.

“No problem! Second year against second year, perfect.” Lockhart said first. “Alright, come over here… I’ll make room for you to practice.”

Snape grabbed Nietzsche by the arm and carried him to the side of the Great Hall.

He didn't understand... or rather, he was a little afraid. But in the dean's eyes, Nietzsche saw an unexpected look: anger, but also surprise.

Nietzsche knew the reason, because in Snape's eyes, his trick was no different from a Muggle coup.

“What are you planning to do... Do you think Slytherin is your personal domain?” the Headmaster warned. “This is Hogwarts, don’t treat this like your old Muggle school.”

“Professor, I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Nietzsche said calmly.

"Don't you think those families have suffered enough?"

“It’s not up to me to decide this,” Nietzsche said, pointing to the wizards fighting behind him. “Besides, they threatened us first… so we were just protecting ourselves, Professor Snape.”

Chapter 106 Draco's Small Workshop

Draco didn't think he couldn't even beat Harry Potter.

And that is indeed the case; after all, he was Snape's personally taught student.

But others weren't so lucky:

Goyle and Crabbe were pinned to the ground by Neville and the others, while Pansy's hair was cut in half by Lavender Brown, and Daphne was knocked down in less than three rounds by Hermione... but Granger was just putting on a show.

Draco looked around and suddenly felt as if he were carrying a mission.