Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Each side has only one minute to think in each round, so what matters is steady and flexible.

"That's impossible. If you become the prefect, no other house will have any objection." Warrington retorted, "Because I will be promoted to the sixth grade next year, and I can serve as the prefect for two years at most, so you have a share in the responsibility as well!"

One can only apply to be a prefect at Hogwarts in the fourth year, and selection begins in the fifth year.

Because every year a boy and a girl will be selected from the fifth grade as the new class monitor, and they will continue to serve as such as long as they are not revoked, so there are 6 class monitors in each college and a total of 24 class monitors in the whole school.

(Information about 'Prefect' is taken from Wikipedia)

Warrington was two grades older than Nietzsche, so when Warrington was in seventh grade and about to graduate, the other party would be promoted.

And after Lucien Boll graduates next year, the power of half-blood and Muggle wizards in Slytherin will reach its peak. With Warrington's care, the next prefect will also be a 'non-pure blood'.

"Warrington, I will not be a prefect, and I don't need to be a prefect," Nietzsche said calmly.

He looked down on this kind of power that was like playing at home in school, and the reason why he didn't become a prefect was very simple - he was already strong enough, so strong that once he became a prefect, it would cause an imbalance of power.

Although Nietzsche was reluctant to speculate about others, he had to do so now that things had come to this.

And most importantly, he didn't want to attract the special attention of Headmaster Dumbledore.

The headmaster had experienced the precedent of Tom Riddle, which was not difficult to analyze. During the summer vacation, Nietzsche thought about Riddle a little and came to the conclusion that Dumbledore's suspicion was caused by Voldemort.

So Nietzsche can never become the prefect...sacrifice the pawn to save the king.

"But if that's the case, those guys won't give up!" Warrington said seriously, "They can keep pretending to be dead to achieve their goal. We can't let their momentum weaken by even a little bit."

Although he ate one of Nietzsche's chariots, the price he paid was a bishop and a knight.

Nietzsche glanced at Warrington and sighed at the chessboard.

This is what is most annoying to him right now: he has to do everything by himself, as if these people will immediately kneel down again if he doesn't lend a hand.

If that's the case, then what's the purpose of him desperately pulling these people up? Can he be more capable?

"I can't upset the balance in school. Secondly...can you use your brains? If this is a Quidditch match and you have to choose an enemy, what would you choose?"

This is a good question.

"If it is unavoidable, we will naturally choose someone who is easy to deal with and has bottom line." Warrington said confusedly.

But what does this have to do with Quidditch... Wait! He seems to understand something!

"You mean, we can actively elect a pureblood when we have the greatest advantage." Then he nodded again, "But who can we choose now? They are born to be incompatible with us."

In Warrington's view, the bottom line of pure blood does not apply to people like them.

Nietzsche was somewhat comforted by this thought, and he then used the knight to move 'Day', with the warhorse passing the bishop and charging at the chariot.

"Then pick the one with the biggest conflict and let Daphne go up."

Hiss~That girl?

Warrington had some impression of him, but wasn't he a typical purist? Wasn't Nietzsche worried about backlash?

But he always asked the Weasley twins for information, so he immediately had some thoughts - Nietzsche didn't need to worry, he was sure he could control the other party, but how could a Muggle wizard control a pure-blood?

He had no intention of playing chess, and ignored the curses of his own king, and said in a low voice: "Ahem...you are not the girl from Gryffindor..."

"Ah?" Nietzsche raised his head and looked at him.

"Although some Slytherins are very sentimental, but...but you must not learn from them." Warrington said bitterly, "Slytherins have a good relationship with others now. We can't ruin our efforts because of something like this."

If this gets out, will you still have a reputation?

He was afraid that some new news would come out in the future: In addition to producing many dark wizards, Slytherin was also a place where wizards liked to play with people's hearts.

Thank you, then he would rather choose to be a dark wizard...

"What are you thinking!" Nietzsche was so angry that his voice was shaking, "Is there a possibility that we can develop her into a double agent? Is your brain filled with 'love water'?!"

Rotten wood!

Nietzsche, who originally wanted to take it easy and play the game slowly, commanded his army to crush the Black side and let the White king crush the Black king to ashes.

"Between Gryffindor and Slytherin, you are the first one~" Warrington realized something was wrong, immediately rolled up his clothes and ran to the dormitory, saying without looking back, "Anyway, we...are counting on you."

"roll!"

"Okay~"

Nietzsche looked at the empty lounge and suddenly burst into laughter.

In fact, Warrington's becoming a prefect had nothing to do with him. It was purely because the dean and the headmaster wanted to calm the noise in Slytherin. In addition, the other deans also had a good impression of Warrington, so it was natural for him to become a prefect.

It was going so smoothly that he didn't even need to compete deliberately.

"Meow?" Crookshanks heard his laughter and looked up in confusion.

"Do you think Granger is a good prefect?" Nietzsche pinched its ears, then waved his hand and extinguished the stove.

"Meow~"

"Of course, she's a Gryffindor, so I don't have to worry about that."

Volume 1: Chapter 153: Snape's Summons

Early the next morning, the auditorium was packed with third-year wizards. They were all looking at their course schedules with each other. Nietzsche could hear loud laughter from time to time, indicating that those people's elective courses happened to collide with each other.

Slytherin's first Transfiguration class is not until ten o'clock in the morning, while Gryffindor has its first elective class at nine o'clock.

"Harry, you chose Divination too?" Nietzsche limped over to the Gryffindor table.

Prophecy~

"Principal Dumbledore said something. I plan to listen to how Divination can be useful to me." Harry looked at his awkward walking posture and felt a little strange. "Neville and Ron signed up with me."

The other two people came purely because divination is relatively simple.

After all, the remaining Alchemy and Arithmancy were more difficult than the other, so for the sake of their final grades, Ron and Neville chose Magizoology and Ancient Runes.

The one in front has Hagrid, so he will definitely pass it, and the one in the back at least he can go to the library to look up the dictionary.

Nietzsche rubbed his sleepy face and said, "Well...their purpose of taking this course is very clear, it's all for the sake of grades."

At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly patted Nietzsche's thigh, which instantly turned his brain into a snowy screen of a TV with no signal. The owner of those hands was the evil Hermione Granger!

"Hiss---" Nietzsche took a long breath.

"What happened to your leg?"

Hermione ignored the other party's angry look and chopped the sausage into pieces nonchalantly, giving one portion to herself and one portion to Mercury's mouth.

"That's strange. Crookshanks also likes to sleep on my legs." He waved his hands exaggeratedly, gesturing how big his dormitory was. "But there's still space in the room for three beds!"

There are three empty beds!

But Crookshanks wouldn't go anywhere but crawl into his bed in the middle of the night...

But what could Nietzsche do? He could only consider himself unlucky and regard it as the price of petting the cat, just like he always joked with Hermione, and she would take revenge on him one day.

"Aha, you should be glad that I don't know the password to the Slytherin common room." Hermione looked at her new schedule and sneered like Snape, but the expression on her face was serious like McGonagall's.

Her roommate, Lavender, quietly moved away.

Just Little McGregor was scary enough, but if you add some Snape elements to it...Lavender couldn't imagine it and could only believe Nietzsche.

"How come you have three classes at nine o'clock in the morning?" Nietzsche leaned over, intending to find the time for the same elective course.

"Didn't I tell you that I've signed up for all six elective classes?"

"But I thought you were just going to fill up your schedule, not... not take three classes at the same time." He raised his eyebrows and shouted to attract the attention of others, "Are you also planning to divide your soul into several parts?"

Voldemort: Someone seems to be calling me.

But Nietzsche could not think of any other solution.

"Don't be silly. There is only one professor teaching each course at Hogwarts. If you think about it carefully, it's not as easy as filling up the courses like in Muggle universities. Anyway, Professor McGonagall has a way." Hermione pushed his head away.

"Is it some new spell---" Nietzsche's eyes lit up, as if he saw a golden goblin.

"Secret!" Hermione first said to him fiercely, and then her tone became very light, as if coaxing a child, "Okay, Gollum, I'm going to throw the ring into the volcano."

She quickly grabbed her backpack and ran out of the auditorium.

But Nietzsche didn't think much about it. As long as the professor had a method, then there was no problem. He was just trying to find a way to teach a class. It wouldn't involve time travel... right?

Slytherin's first class was Transfiguration, and Professor McGonagall's focus was on cross-species transformation.

"Animagus is the transformation between humans and animals. Of course, this is just the most basic knowledge." Professor McGonagall knocked on the blackboard and said very seriously, "A qualified Animagus must be supervised and carried out safely."

But at present, the third grade is more about theoretical knowledge.

These complex theories are all in preparation for the cross-species transition next year.

However, Nietzsche flipped through the "Intermediate Transfiguration" and found something puzzling: in addition to the Transfiguration Spell, the Vanishing Spell, which is simpler than the Summoning Spell, is actually the most difficult magic in Owls' Transfiguration Exam.

"Before the Animagus transforms, you need to prepare a Mandrake leaf... Nietzsche, do you have any complicated questions?"

"Why is the Vanishing Charm the most complicated part of Transfiguration?" Nietzsche asked. "Because most of it involves just conversion spells, where the wizard simply transforms one object into another."

The essence remains unchanged.

For example, when a wizard turns a knife into candy, the sharp effect of the knife is replaced by the soft rubber effect of the candy, but it does not mean that it can really be eaten.

That is, while transforming, the wizard does not make anything disappear.

The Slytherins sighed, looked at Professor McGonagall's surprised smile, and all picked up their quills - good, it seems there is no way to slack off in the first class of the new semester.

"I'm glad you've finally shown an interest in Transfiguration." Professor McGonagall then asked, "Can Transfiguration create something out of nothing?"

"No." Nietzsche answered honestly.

"Since we can't create something out of nothing, that means we can't make things disappear out of thin air either... We just made one thing turn into nothingness, and it became everything. The conversion spell is much simpler in concept than the vanishing spell."

That's right, in Professor McGonagall's eyes, this conversion spell is the 'simplest' thing.

Wizards simply change the effect of an object, which is somewhat similar to Charms in meaning.

"Hold out your hand," Mag ordered.

In front of them, Professor McGonagall pressed an iron nail into Nietzsche's palm. This act, which looked like lynching, made Malfoy's eyes widen, but unfortunately he was still disappointed.

The iron nail was like rubber; it became soft and bent with a little force.

"Evanesco~"

With the professor's spell, the soft nail disappeared.

"Now, it disappeared?" Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "No, it 'disappeared' from our sight."

Then, Nietzsche saw the professor touch the air with his magic wand, and under the other party's concentration, the iron nail fell back onto the table, and everyone saw the professor "create" it.

"And a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore can easily change the flow of water and fire."

This is the power of the Vanishing Spell.

After understanding the transformation spell, Nietzsche could only switch the form of things back and forth. However, after understanding the essence of the vanishing spell, he could "create" and "delete" like God, returning all things to their most original state.

Nietzsche suddenly thought of something - in this case, shouldn't the Vanishing Spell be listed as a forbidden spell?

'A great miracle? ' He couldn't help but think so in his mind.

Even after class, Nietzsche kept his head down thinking about the harm of the 'Vanishing Spell' and the 'Transformation Spell' to the human body. If... He just if...

If he used the conversion spell to turn human bones into mud, would the other person be directly transformed into an invertebrate, or would the person be directly decomposed - no, he couldn't think about it, Nietzsche only cared about feasibility.

Suddenly, with his lifeless eyes, he bumped into someone.

Bad luck!!

"Sorry, Professor Snape...." He tried to walk around.

"Come with me." Snape said with a dark face, lifting his collar, "I have a potion to help you cure your eyesight."

To be precise, he hasn't been in a good mood since he came to school yesterday.

However, Nietzsche did not think that the professor would be so kind. Perhaps... he just wanted him to get some materials again.

Volume 1: Chapter 154: Unlucky Nietzsche

"Aconite, sap-sucking grass... As long as they are picked during a non-full moon period, they will be fine. In addition, we also need a batch of moonstones, morning dew, and nettles."

As Snape gave instructions, Nietzsche wrote down helplessly like a servant.