Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Mrs. Pince...?" Granger raised her head suddenly and looked at the other person in a daze.

Her eyes gradually began to turn red, as if she had suffered some great injustice. Nietzsche saw all her changes and then came to a not-so-good answer in his mind.

But Mrs. Pince was suddenly panicked. She looked at Granger awkwardly, then at Nietzsche.

"Well, I...I just said it, cough!" Then he looked at Nietzsche with a very strange look.

She wondered, wasn't it that little girl who usually read books with him in the library? Why was there someone different today?

But Madam Pince really didn't dare to stay here for long. She just hurriedly left a message saying "Come to me when you need to borrow books" and went to inspect other places... What was going on? It made her look like a sinner.

Granger kept his eyes on her until she turned a corner and disappeared into the corridor, then he came back to his senses.

"I hope you will be fully prepared before you start your own plan." Nietzsche silently threw a licorice stick into his mouth and used biting to relieve stress.

In this respect, he was very similar to Hermione: no matter what he did, it was always better to have a basic plan.

"Don't worry about it," Granger said aggressively.

But this one day not only failed to make her go back quickly, but also made both of them feel worse.

Granger hid his thoughts, put the book in Nietzsche's dormitory, and disappeared without anyone noticing; and Nietzsche was even worse off, as he not only had to mediate between Granger and Hermione, but also had to find time to study alchemy.

More importantly, he always felt that he couldn't go back to the way he and Hermione were at the beginning!

There were always eyes staring at him... Wait, he hadn't done anything wrong, why should he be afraid?

But there was still some benefit. Perhaps out of guilt or a deal, during the afternoon runic class, Hermione, who was maintaining the Disillusionment Charm, would occasionally be by Nietzsche's side to tell him where the translation was wrong.

If the tone was better, it would be perfect.

Because every time after correcting the translation of the runes, she would always say: "That's it? I memorized the whole book back then."

While acting as a teacher, he would also mix in some of Professor Binns' unique ghostly voices - he would always speak suddenly when he just calmed down and thought, scaring people half to death.

(Regarding 'Granger', Fox will write a little more about it in the next section. As for emotional issues, you can rest assured that Fox will not come up with those stomach-breaking plots.)

Volume 1: Chapter 159: The Dark Devil's First Appearance

Granger's knowledge is truly impeccable.

Apart from alchemy and divination, which are unconventional and non-essential courses in the British Empire, the knowledge related to the compulsory courses at Hogwarts can almost be called a "walking encyclopedia", and even has her personal insights.

In the subsequent alchemy class, Granger was able to help him complete the notes - but from the perspective of others, Nietzsche seemed to be controlling the magic quill.

But Wednesday morning was the most exciting.

"What are they celebrating?" Granger sat at the dining table, pulled his arm, and pointed to the food he needed.

Early in the morning, she could see that this group of Slytherins were more excited than anyone else. Even when the Gryffindors next door were still yawning, they were already discussing the dark magic that they were good at at the top of their lungs.

But Nietzsche didn't know how to reply, so he could only wrap the soft bread with oil paper and turn his head to ask others.

He repeated Granger's question to Theodore beside him.

"I heard that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is from Durmstrang..." Theodore laughed, "That place is home to many masters of the Dark Arts."

Although they all learned some skills in the Dueling Club, because of Hermione, they had very little practice in most of the dark arts. After all, they didn't even know the Shield Charm and had no complete protection mechanism.

But now that there is a new professor, they can start practicing the black magic they are good at without restraint.

Nietzsche glanced at the invisible Granger and frowned, as if to say: That's it.

As they rushed to the classroom without stopping, Granger finally couldn't help it.

"Professor Lupin can't be a master of the Dark Arts!" She scratched her head frantically, not understanding. "It's even more impossible that he is a graduate of Durmstrang. He knew him at Hogwarts..."

"Who do you know?" Nietzsche noticed that she suddenly paused.

Granger was fascinated by the smiles on the faces of the Narcissists around Nietzsche.

In the river formed by the little wizards, she was like a drifting wood, being carried forward. At this moment, Granger was not a person from another parallel universe, but became one of the students.

Granger raised her hands above her head, leaned sideways, and pressed herself against the stone wall. She didn't come to her senses until everyone entered the classroom.

"Nothing..." She had never forgotten Hogwarts.

The classroom was still the same classroom. Everyone was sitting in the classroom with books in their arms, talking to each other, and on the podium was a huge old wardrobe.

Granger stood behind Nietzsche. She saw the handle of the closet being twisted frantically, while the white-haired old professor, who was called 'Glendale' by the students, was leaning on the closet with one hand.

There seemed to be some ferocious animals locked up inside, and the students were worried that the old professor would be knocked away.

"Why did you bring your books with you?" Grindelwald said, "Put all your pens and papers away. Now, all you need is your wands. Professor Lupin and I agree that practice is what you need."

"Boggart..." Granger muttered.

"what is that."

"A creature that can read people's minds, a natural telepath."

This aroused some interest in Nietzsche.

It's not like they haven't taken practical classes before, but last year it was Nietzsche and Hermione who taught them. There was also that time when Professor Lockhart led this group of people into the Forbidden Forest and ended up hiding in a flying car and shouting "Come on!".

Grindelwald suddenly looked towards Nietzsche and shouted, "Okay, sit down and wait. Professor Lupin should have just woken up."

In Nietzsche's opinion, the effect of her Disillusionment Charm was comparable to that of the Invisibility Cloak and the Invisibility Beast, but now the professor could see through it at a glance - it seemed that Dumbledore's 'old friend' was not at all exaggerated.

Nietzsche raised his head and looked at Granger, who was still reminiscing about the good old days.

"You've been discovered."

So Granger, eyes bulging, gasping for breath, pushed Nietzsche to the wall and quickly sat down.

She said doubtfully, "Are you sure? He didn't even look at me."

"He deliberately enunciated the 'S' syllables when speaking." Nietzsche lowered his voice and analyzed for her, "Although he wasn't staring at you, he was reminding me! You followed me in!"

This time Granger is in trouble.

go?

If she left now, she was not sure whether Grendel, who was explaining the nature of dark magic to the wizards, would take action. She could only sit in the chair bored and observe these Slytherins who were not so Slytherin.

Nietzsche took out the bread he had prepared that morning and pushed it in front of her with his arm.

"Gryffindor flavor, without Snape's special poison."

When the 'crazy woman' pinched the oil paper with her fingertips and peeled it off silently, he would deliberately make her sound disgusted with his words.

Professor Lupin finally came over.

He had a faint smile on his face and nodded to the little wizards who were looking at him. His clothes were tattered and ragged but there was no peculiar smell. The word "poverty" was written all over his body.

"Don't worry, there's only a scary Boggart in there." The first thing the professor did was to calm the students.

Two professors teaching a class at the same time has never happened before.

However, Draco's attention was focused on Grindelwald. Perhaps in his opinion, if he was sent to Durmstrang by his father, he could become as elegant and powerful as this old professor.

"After discussion, Professor Glendale and I agree that before you learn how to attack, you should prepare basic defense."

Offense is the best defense.

That's right, but this sentence also has a premise - that is, the traditional defense is already perfect, and the offense under this condition is the most cost-effective.

"You will learn how to deal with various dark creatures and dark magic counter-curses, and train your spirit!" Grindelwald patted the cabinet vigorously and focused his attention. "And Boggart can bring out a person's greatest fear..."

Here comes the point.

It was obvious that Grindelwald was not only planning to teach his students to counter-curse, he also wanted to utilize the characteristics of the Boggart to the fullest.

"I learned something before coming to school... You must not only control your fear and fight off the Boggart, but also learn to hide your emotions and understand the operating logic of the Boggart. Write a paper based on this and hand it in to me."

Now everyone hesitated and no one was willing to be the first volunteer to provide a joke.

But Lupin did not give them time to think or elect, but took the list at random... The little snakes who usually never prayed to the gods began to cross themselves on their shoulders and muttered Merlin.

"The first person is Blaise Zabini."

The first victim please.

Blaise's face was expressionless because his skin was already very dark...

"You don't need to tell us what you fear the most. It will be revealed later anyway." Grindelwald had a very vicious smile on his face. "Remember, the repelling spell is a 'funny spell'. Remember to recall those funny things when you use it."

Use happy emotions to stimulate your thinking.

It makes something that is originally scary become very interesting and funny. To understand it in a Muggle way, it turns a horror movie into a nonsensical comedy horror movie.

Blaise Zabini could only walk forward from his seat, while the two professors retreated to the walls on both sides, leaving a spacious podium. Blaise swallowed and looked back at the remaining people.

"Three, two..." Lupin began to count down, "One!"

Grindelwald folded his arms across his chest and snapped his fingers, and the door of the closet on the podium suddenly opened.

Even Granger put down his breakfast and looked at the joke curiously - a woman dressed as a servant came out of the closet, covered in dust, holding a feather duster in her left hand and a shrunken purse in her right.

This was Blaise's fear.

He was afraid that he would become a poor man overnight, and his "poisonous widow" who wandered among the rich would become an ordinary maid.

"Slippery--ridiculous--ridiculous!" Blaise raised his hand and shouted sternly.

The sound of a whip cracked echoed in the classroom, and the lady stepped back repeatedly, tearing off her maid's outfit with both hands, revealing the luxurious dress and diamond necklace underneath.

She pointed at Blaise and laughed, "You really believed it...Haha! Honey, I tricked you."

"Next, Daphne Greengrass!"

For the first time, the girl did not walk out of Draco's small group. She walked forward with her neck slightly raised.

Nietzsche saw the 'Mrs. Zabini' staring at the other person, and then disappeared, replaced by the blood-stained body of a girl.

That girl was this year's freshman and Daphne's sister, Astoria.

"Funny!" she roared.

The dead Astoria suddenly opened her eyes, rubbed her head, picked up a rag from the ground and wiped the ketchup off her body with a very exaggerated movement, and a lot of Halloween candy fell out of her pocket.

Someone picked up the candy out of curiosity, only to find that the candy suddenly broke into tiny smoke.

A hilarious horror film for the whole family...

Granger sat there, looking at those Slytherins who had real thoughts, who were afraid, who had real fears, and she couldn't say anything. She raised her head slightly and blinked hard.

"How nice it is that they are still alive..." Nietzsche heard her muttering to herself.

After several people's performances, Lupin finally called out the person Malfoy was most looking forward to.

"Nietzsche Holmes!"

Everyone's eyes turned away from the Boggart and focused on Nietzsche, which scared Granger because she was invisible and was suddenly stared at by more than twenty pairs of eyes. She thought she had become visible.

They passed through her body and looked at Nietzsche.

Draco narrowed his eyes.

"Ahaha, it's your turn, the fearless Sherlock Holmes~" he laughed in a shrill voice.

Volume 1: Chapter 160 Her/His Fears and Hopes

Nietzsche never revealed himself.

What you fear... no Slytherin is not curious, and this is even more fun for Draco Malfoy.

But Nietzsche was curious: if one knew that he would be afraid, did that count as real fear?

After all, this is a Boggart, which can materialize the abstract concepts in a person's heart through changes. All the Sabini who are afraid of losing their money will see their mother become a servant, and Hubble will see a fireball emitting high temperature.

The classroom was unusually quiet, and everyone was staring at Nietzsche.

"Remember the spell?" Professor Lupin kindly reminded.

"no problem."

The last person was Pansy, and it was a breakup letter from Draco Malfoy.

In the classroom with closed doors and windows, the letter paper blown by the 'wind' floated into Nietzsche's hand and suddenly turned into a puff of smoke. The smoke containing countless tiny particles automatically went back into the closet.

This is how the same thing?

In fact, Nietzsche knew what he was afraid of at the moment, and he had a clear understanding of himself.