Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Take out your wand and cast the Cruciatus Curse on it." He said calmly, "Don't worry about the Trace Magic. I cast a spell here before I went to bed last night. No magic can affect this place."

His calm look made Hermione think of something bad.

"Isn't this a preview?" she said incredulously. "Are you going to teach students how to use the Cruciatus Curse? This is an Unforgivable Curse, this is... No, I won't use this kind of spell just like that."

Hermione knew so well the damage the Cruciatus Curse could cause to a person that her teeth were still chattering.

It’s not that she completely rejected it, but she was determined not to use it in this unreasonable way.

"Do you know this thing?" Grindelwald said, pointing at the diary.

"A sentient Horcrux containing Voldemort's soul," she said calmly.

"That's right, so you don't need to have any sympathy." His voice came near and far, echoing in the girl's ears, "You have to regard black magic as a tool. This is what I want to teach you."

There is no need to have unforgettable emotions, but a strong personal will.

The wizard's personal will will give power to magic, which can cause damage, healing, repair or a certain state to the target, or even death...

"Will is the key. This is the first lesson I want to teach you."

Grindelwald raised his hand without making any sound, and his eyes showed no emotion, as if eating and drinking were as normal as his usual routine. A scarlet light illuminated Hermione's eyes.

The Cruciatus Curse immediately sank into Riddle's diary.

"Ah!!" The diary let out a shrill scream, and then a lot of black smoke emerged from it.

The black smoke quickly formed a blurry colorful figure. Tom Riddle was looking at two people angrily. He looked at Hermione first, but found that she was very angry.

So he turned his attention to another person.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Riddle shouted frantically, "The Cruciatus Curse? Huh? I'm going to tell Dumbledore!"

This struck Hermione as extremely absurd.

Voldemort's soul was like a child threatening his classmates, shouting that he would tell the teacher about being bullied.

"You see, it's that simple..." Grindelwald ignored him, turned around and taught, "Emotions are a direct way to seduce will, but Riddle and I don't know each other, I just want to have some fun."

'Play around' Correction - use the Cruciatus Curse.

Riddle immediately understood the situation. It was obvious that he was now just a tool used by Grindelwald to teach his students.

He said hurriedly: "You can't teach her like this!"

“I have taught more people than you have,” Grindelwald said.

"Yes, that's right. If it was anyone else, there would be no problem, but not Granger!" Riddle said in a low voice, "She has been tortured by Voldemort... Do you understand? You are just hurting her again in the same way!"

Grindelwald actually took his words to heart.

Seeing the girl suppressing her discomfort and glaring at him angrily, he couldn't help but fall silent - who knew Hermione had experienced such a thing?

After a long time, he finally spoke: "You need to stand up again."

"This is not a reason for you to torture others for no reason." Hermione said unhappily, "Even if he is Voldemort, he should be sentenced to death. This is to respect him as a human being."

Do these wizards have any psychological problems?

Riddle was deeply moved after hearing this and said, "If only you had said the same thing in the secret room."

He was very resentful of Nietzsche's revenge.

"That's another matter!" She put her hands on her hips and pointed at him, "You are just a prisoner now. If torturing you can save someone, then I won't stop you... Unfortunately, I can't do that now!"

In Grindelwald's eyes, Hermione is a rational person because of her restraint.

This also shows another level of her willpower - her respect for life outweighs her fear.

Yes, what she resisted was not the spell, but the purpose of using the spell.

Hermione did not immediately feel secretly happy or let go of her burden because of Riddle's torture, but was angry at Grindelwald's indifference.

"You and Albus are very similar..." Grindelwald smacked his lips, showing some interest. "When I was doing experiments with the Unforgivable Curses before, he always liked to chatter beside me."

He understood immediately - Hermione felt that his actions just now were no different from Voldemort's.

"That's strange, but didn't he torture you in the same way?"

Riddle glanced furtively at the girl's face.

"That was Voldemort's doing. I am Riddle now, understand? Old man!"

"That's a twisted form of revenge." Hermione said unyieldingly, "If you want to test my will, just come on... Even if you torture him for a whole day, I won't be happy!"

Seeing Grindelwald eager to try, Riddle walked back and forth in front of them with a sad face.

But what finally made the first Dark Lord put his mind at ease was not Hermione's rebuttal, nor Riddle's clumsy performance... but Nietzsche who climbed in from the window facing the garden.

His face was full of excitement and he started calling the girl's name from the other end of the living room.

Come on Beowulf!

Nietzsche looked at Hermione, Riddle and the unfamiliar old man, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Which one...you guys keep busy?"

(Hehehe, Fox knows that some people will think Hermione is very "saintly" and not cool enough, but don't worry, because the next part will focus on describing Hermione's other side. This is a transitional plot)

Volume 1: Chapter 141: The Old First Dark Lord

Nietzsche was sandwiched between Hermione and Grindelwald on the sofa.

Now, he was the most confused one in the Granger family. He had just taken advantage of the rare good weather in England to ask Hermione to go for a walk in Diagon Alley and show off his first step in becoming a novelist.

As for Nietzsche, Hermione wanted him to share the "pain" with her.

"Now that you're here, don't leave." Hermione hooked her arms around Nietzsche's neck and looked at him lovingly.

This look gave Nietzsche goosebumps and the hair on the back of his neck stood up instantly. His intuition reminded him that Hermione had no good intentions.

His butt felt like it was being pierced by needles and he kept twisting his body, trying to get up, but how could Hermione give him that chance?

"It suddenly occurred to me that Howard has some urgent matters!"

"We'll talk next time if you have anything to say." Hermione almost lay on him in order to shift her focus. "Great, it wouldn't be fair to you if I had to prepare for this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts class alone."

You are here~

In fact, she just wanted Nietzsche to accompany her. It was too terrifying to face such an old wizard alone!

In the wizarding world, the older the wizard, the weirder they are. After all, who would teach others about the Unforgivable Curses for no reason?

Grindelwald, on the other hand, was very calm, and kept stroking the white stubble on his chin. But after looking at him for a while, he didn't see any big, earth-shattering secrets. Apart from being a little handsome, he didn't look like himself in any way.

He became even more dissatisfied when he saw Nietzsche blushing a little because of Hermione's breath.

Humph... He wouldn't be like this back then.

"Nietzsche, he's simply crazy!" Riddle's shadow seemed to have seen a savior, and immediately pointed at Gellert and cursed, "He actually used the Cruciatus Curse openly, and he used it on me!"

But Nietzsche just glanced at him with a frown.

"Aren't you okay?"

He sniffed, and because Hermione was too close, Nietzsche smelled a very distinct fragrance, not the kind described in the movies, but some kind of floral scent.

Perhaps some of Mrs. Granger's flowers?

"Ahem...but he used it in front of Granger."

Nietzsche immediately changed his expression, looked at Grindelwald seriously and said, "How can a professor use such a spell in front of students without any need or reason?"

Riddle nodded repeatedly.

As a prisoner, he was well aware of his situation and just stood aside and agreed.

But Nietzsche immediately said: "I know you want to vent your anger for the students of Hogwarts and the wizards who were once oppressed, but at least don't do it in front of us, hide a little, even if it's sneaky... It's not shameful!"

Now it was Grindelwald's turn to nod appreciatively.

It seems that there are still some sensible people here~

Nietzsche was like a non-stick pan, and neither Hermione nor the new professor 'Grendel' offended him.

"Okay, okay, I'll pay attention next time." Grindelwald waved his hand and immediately shattered Riddle's memory, and walked down the steps given by Nietzsche.

Looks like there will be a next time...

Tom Riddle felt that his life would not be peaceful for a while. At least he had to get used to the Cruciatus Curse that might come at any time. In this strong contrast, he suddenly began to miss Dumbledore.

At least he wouldn't be treated like this at the hands of the other party.

"So what did you learn?" Grindelwald brought the subject back.

To be honest, he was very dissatisfied with Hogwarts under Dumbledore's leadership. At least from the current point of view, Grindelwald's intuitive feeling was... although it sounded a bit harsh, it was indeed a bit weak.

Apart from the black magic that can be used to 'fight poison with poison', there is almost no other deep stuff involved.

"Apart from those magics that are not allowed, we have our own magic research."

Hermione raised her head proudly. Perhaps Nietzsche's arrival gave her some courage, so she pulled Nietzsche, who could barely be called a friend, to the back of the garden.

Because the place was covered by an anti-tracking spell and a confusing spell, they were free to use magic with their wands.

Hermione was also very angry and wanted to vent it out.

"Interesting." Grindelwald picked up a walnut branch from the yard and used it as a wand. "Magic research is not something you can just talk about. You have to demonstrate it."

So Hermione's dissatisfaction with him immediately turned into motivation.

She just turned her wand, and the spell was shown to Grindelwald in its most powerful form. He could clearly feel that there was a most primitive and essential power affecting his every move.

His arms began to become unable to move and his feet gradually began to hang in the air.

It was a very novel feeling, because Grindelwald knew that this was magic acting directly on his body, infinitely close to...

"Nice curse." He stimulated the magic power in his body, just like the wizard's first magic burst, and cleared the effect attached to himself. "Yes, that's it, use your will to use power."

He could sense Hermione's determination as she wasn't driven by any unnecessary emotions.

Magic that acts directly on the target, even if the effect does not look so gorgeous, is always the most efficient and more unpredictable.

"It's not a curse," Hermione said, looking at him pitifully. "It's not even part of any branch of the Dark Arts."

The generation gap between her and him is so deep.

"This doesn't make sense. Black magic is the crystallization of magic and the closest thing to its essence. The ability to directly affect the target is one of the characteristics of the curse..." Grindelwald said hesitantly.

Nietzsche was listening with great interest, but... wait, this way of explanation sounded so familiar, he seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

That’s right! Isn’t this exactly what Quirrell said back then?

"The derivative magic and application of the Levitation Charm." Hermione sneered. This was her last respect for the old wizard. "It seems that black magic is not omnipotent, nor is it the closest to the essence."

Grindelwald didn't have time to think carefully, because Hermione changed from single-grip to dual-wield and rushed over with the lightsaber.

Each swing was accompanied by a plasma buzz, and she tried to be like Nietzsche, adding magical gestures to the waving movements - it looked uniquely beautiful.

"Except your weapons!"

For example, the step she took just one second before stabbing at Grindelwald was exactly the gesture of the Disarming Spell.

Even if he dodged the disarming spell, he would be stabbed the next second to lock onto his position...Hermione never slacked off, she was always trying to improve herself through observation.

Once Grindelwald was brought close to Hermione, he fell into her rhythm.

Just when Nietzsche thought she was going to win, she didn't expect that the new professor used defensive magic to block her attack, and then a small cluster of dazzling lightning appeared on the branch that was casually broken.

Even though Hermione dodged it, her body began to feel stiff and numb.

"Good research. It can be seen that you are very concerned about the application of magic." Grindelwald said breathlessly.

He was old, and years of malnutrition and lack of exercise had turned him into a skeleton that was about to fall apart. Not to mention that during the fight with Hermione, he always felt that his movements were restricted everywhere.

It either gets stuck or moves slowly as if it's stuck in mud...

"So, how about my willpower?" Hermione was very cautious and tried her best to make the other party admit it.

"Very good, that's enough." Grindelwald felt like he was just trying to coax someone. His eyes stayed on the girl's face for a while, and then he said unhappily, "But it's still a little bit worse than my war magic."

He was also very stubborn, so stubborn that he didn't want to admit that it was because he was old.

Now Hermione was somewhat satisfied. She waited until the paralyzing effect wore off, then slowly turned around and cast a smug look at Nietzsche - now was Hermione Granger's time to demonstrate.

But Nietzsche just looked at her and grinned foolishly.