Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

While Nietzsche was shocked, he also became wary of the old professor in front of him - the form of the Patronus Charm is related to the wizard's spirit (and will change with the change of the individual's spirit).

Therefore, the smiling and easy-going attitude displayed by the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching assistant was not real at all.

The other party may never have revealed his side as the Black Dragon of the Hebrides Islands.

Grindelwald first looked at the envy and admiration in Hermione's eyes, then looked at Nietzsche, and explained: "Headmaster Dumbledore was more sharp when he was young than he is now. He wished someone would challenge him to a duel every day."

The implication is: We are all old, who isn’t young?

Nietzsche saw Hermione immediately try it excitedly, and he didn't know what she was thinking of, because the corners of her mouth began to rise uncontrollably.

Grindelwald on the side reminded: "Remember, when you recite the spell, you must concentrate on recalling a profound moment of happiness... Don't lie to yourself, and there is no need to make it up. It must be the most real one."

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A ball of silver-white gas burst out from the tip of Hermione's wand.

Although it quickly dissipated, it represented a good start.

"There's a reaction, that's great. I hope it can be a patronus like a dragon." Hermione excitedly grabbed Nietzsche's clothes and shook him back and forth. "It would be even better if it was a horned water snake."

Horned water snakes have been seen by Muggles before, most notably in the case of the Loch Ness Monster.

But what attracted Hermione was its elegant and slender shape, as perfect as a ballerina's legs.

"Then you will probably be a transfer student to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Grindelwald acknowledged her success, then turned around and said with a smile, "It's your turn."

Nietzsche looked at the key points of white magic research and recalled deep happy memories in his heart, but...

What are the happiest memories?

What is the judgment of 'the best'?

Nietzsche pondered for a long time, including those things from his childhood - the party at Holmes's house; how Watson secretly bought ice cream for him and himself without Mary's knowledge; the first time he controlled magic...

He brought up any memory that could make him laugh.

"Expedience Patronus!" Nietzsche chose a memory that he thought was the happiest and drew a circle in the air with his magic wand.

But nothing happened.

He frowned, then forced a smile again and shouted: "Expo God Guardian, Exo God--Guardian---"

"The stronger the emotion that makes you feel happy, the more successful the spell will be!" she reminded in a low voice.

"I know." Nietzsche shook his head.

He looked at Hermione, trying to recall the days when they chatted and studied together, but it was useless. The tip of the wand just glowed slightly, as if telling him: I'm not broken, I can still use magic.

Nietzsche glanced at the somewhat dark unicorn tail hair.

"Maybe it's the wand," he said.

Hermione's originally expectant eyes gradually turned into disappointment as she looked at Nietzsche's unresponsive wand...but what surprised him was that he was the one who should be disappointed because he couldn't use the Patronus Charm.

Nietzsche tried to analyze rationally as much as possible.

"Let me try again, wait... I'll change my memory this time." Then, he took out the memory projector again, "Or I can divide 'happiness' into several levels and sort them in order."

This thought made Grindelwald jump up and down, and he waved his wand and made the instrument fly away.

"You can't be so rational. Try to be more emotional, like Hermione." He tried to stop her. "That's it. You don't know yourself well enough, kid. You don't know what you really need."

But what does he really need?

Family? Friends? Money? Power? Love?

Nietzsche had to admit that the Patronus Charm was probably the most difficult spell he had ever encountered.

Volume 1: Chapter 184: The Pond Named 'Reason'

"Some people are indifferent to feelings, while others are simply not interested..." Grindelwald patiently counseled Hermione on the way back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Which one is he?"

Hermione was holding a stack of notes, her head lowered in a gloomy manner.

Her progress in the Patronus Charm was very rapid, which was unexpectedly enviable, but she just couldn't be happy, just like when two people eat the same piece of cake and the other one finds it tastes bad or doesn't like it.

"Look, maybe he just isn't suited to the Patronus Charm, that's no big deal," Grindelwald said. "Just because he has this personality doesn't mean he doesn't like things."

But this only slightly alleviated Hermione's sadness.

Afterwards, she immediately continued to try the Patronus Charm, because she planned to inspire Nietzsche with her similarities with him after learning it.

Nietzsche did not figure it out as Grindelwald thought. In fact, he also hoped to learn the Patronus Charm, not out of a desire for knowledge, but... he was very curious about his own heart.

So, we came to the gargoyle statue on the third floor.

"Caramel pudding, liquorice wands, cockroach piles, bloody lollipops... well, the flavors are getting stronger and stronger."

Entering the headmaster's office, Nietzsche found that Dean Snape was still there. Between him and Headmaster Dumbledore was a memory projector representing magical projection technology.

But Snape was the most perceptive and turned around the moment he heard Nietzsche push open the door.

"Good evening, Nietzsche." Dumbledore raised his hand in the air and filled a chair in the office. "We are discussing the impact of this alchemical device on mankind..."

After seeing Nietzsche coming, the dean still had no intention of leaving, but just silently moved his seat to the side.

"What did Gilderoy say?"

The topic raised by the principal instantly brought Nietzsche closer.

"We think this alchemical machine can work not just as an interrogation, but as something more comprehensive, something that can be used to treat traumatic memories, not just to observe the past, but to repair the past."

Perhaps this was Dumbledore's idea. Even though he stayed in school for many years, he had a broader vision than ordinary people.

And this is exactly what Nietzsche needs now. He urgently wants to find some stories that deserve to be called "the most pleasant", and this alchemical device can help him dig out the insights deep in his heart.

But Dumbledore's next words dispelled his feelings towards the headmaster.

"This is what Severus suggested..."

"Snape...Dean?!" Nietzsche turned his head and glanced at the man next to him who seemed to have no vitality at all.

Wow, this is really eye-opening.

Perhaps Snape still has the possibility to develop in the medical field?

"Yes, Severus believes that people can use false memories to look back on the past, thereby gradually reducing the trauma caused by the past." Dumbledore clapped silently, "Perhaps this can change a lot of things."

The principal seemed to agree with the idea.

However, Snape frowned and sneered at Nietzsche's strange look.

"So what are you doing here?" He really didn't like being stared at too much, so he habitually pointed his sharp side at the other person.

"I failed in the Patronus Charm. It wasn't the basics like spells and controlling magic power." Nietzsche stared at the projector with burning eyes, "but I couldn't find anything that could trigger the Patronus."

Snape was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and exchanged glances with Headmaster Dumbledore.

But Nietzsche ignored all this, and in fact he didn't understand it either - even a sociopathic, amoral, and empathetic person like Professor Moriarty had things that made him happy.

But he didn't seem to, as if... as if everything he did was just going with the flow.

Was it just a matter of convenience that the world became a better place? Was it part of his plan that he saved his classmates from the basilisk? Didn't he take these things to heart?

"Hmm... I'm surprised that you still don't understand spells." Snape laughed. "For questions like this, you should ask Lupin. He should be happy to tell you."

"Really? It turns out some professors are even better than the dean." Nietzsche couldn't help but retort.

There is no way to change it. After all, he inherited the good virtues of the Holmes family.

"Maybe, but that person is definitely not him!" Snape's facial features twisted into a terrible expression, and he growled angrily, "Not before, and not in the future."

His rude appearance caused the other principals on the wall to blame him.

Especially Headmaster Black, he repeatedly emphasized that as the head of Slytherin, Snape must maintain his composure and not curse at will like the gangster dark wizards in Knockturn Alley.

But Snape did not appreciate this kindness. He covered the portrait of Headmaster Black and blocked out the other party's voice.

"I thought you were smart, but now it seems that you are still as stupid as a log. Since you like to study magic with various theories and rational experiments, why can't you find the characteristics of Dementors?"

Nietzsche silently raised his arm and wiped the saliva on his right cheek with his sleeve.

I don't know if the dean rinsed his mouth...

At this time, Dumbledore spoke: "I do not agree with Severus's analogy, but... your spirit is like a dead pond. Although it is full of various flowers and many trees are planted around it, it is still a dead pool."

"Do you know the properties of Dementors?"

Nietzsche shook his head.

Describing his brain as a beautiful landscape pond is actually no different from describing it as "wood", it's just a nicer way of saying it.

"As fear itself, the Dementor completely destroys a person by sucking away his soul. No one wants to see the true face of the Dementor." Dumbledore said, "It will give them a kiss."

"Kiss of death?"

"It's more terrifying than death. Only the brain and heart are still working, but there is no consciousness or memory... There is only a shell. The Muggles who have been hurt unfortunately have given different names to the symptoms according to the different degrees."

That’s how connected this world is.

Even though wizards are careful to avoid Muggles, different connections still arise between the two.

"Some Muggles are keen on adventure and always go to places where death is wandering, but they can't see the Dementors. Once they are caught, they will be affected, such as becoming a vegetative state or a depressed patient..."

Dumbledore said this to help Nietzsche better understand the characteristics of Dementors.

It can be as minor as being deprived of happiness and dying of depression, or as serious as losing consciousness and leaving the whole body in a vegetative state.

"You are too rational. The entire pond is as perfect as the scenery you carefully arranged, but it lacks the uncontrollable vitality of a fish." Dumbledore said softly.

"Professor Grendel said the same thing," Nietzsche said.

"Really?" The principal took a sip of butter beer in surprise. "It seems that he has made some progress over the years. Well, I'll give you a solution - put aside your considerations about everything and feel it."

Ultimately, Dumbledore forbade him to use the Memory Projector to search for his memories.

It seems that this kind of classification of one's brain is still not accepted in the magic world, so Nietzsche could only leave in disappointment.

But if that's the case for him, isn't it the same for Snape?

Nietzsche was still somewhat unconvinced - if his head was a beautiful ornamental pool, then Snape's brain was a swimming pool!

More boring and more rigid.

Unless...unless someone dares to go swimming.

Volume 1: Chapter 185: Tips from Hermione, the Top Student

The last weekend before Christmas is here.

On the Saturday morning on the way to Hogsmeade, Nietzsche, wrapped in a scarf and gloves, passed Filch's inspection long ago and was the first to stand in the snowy courtyard at the castle gate.

"It's not like you to come out so early today." Theodore yawned and squeezed out of the crowd.

"You don't understand, you must have tasted the sweetness." Warrington wrapped himself up like a ball and rolled out of the castle. "It's just like the first time I tried the waterproof cloak. As long as I get started once, it will be fine."

The next Quidditch match was scheduled for the first weekend after Christmas, between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

In the last game, Gryffindor won from Hufflepuff, and Harry Potter once again continued his undefeated legend - he caught the Golden Snitch again in the midst of a storm, which also put a lot of pressure on Warrington.

So this time he planned to go to Hogsmeade and buy some Quidditch equipment that could protect him from wind and rain.

As time passed, students slowly poured over from the marble steps and towers. Nietzsche stood in the snow for more than half an hour. After shaking off the snow on his shoulders for the fourth time, he finally heard the meow of a cat.

Crookshanks jumped out of Hermione's arms and scurried into his clothes.

"He's been waiting for you here." Theodore hurriedly mentioned this to her before leaving.

Hermione blinked and walked briskly in front of Nietzsche.

"Really? But you're obviously not happy in Hogsmeade." She snorted, as if to express her displeasure. "I was actually planning to go to Honeydukes with Lavender and the others to buy some gum for my parents."

"I told you it's the wand's fault..." Nietzsche muttered weakly.

But no matter what, he didn't feel unhappy.

Maybe he just hasn't reached that threshold yet... Nietzsche was thinking this when someone suddenly pulled his hand and took a few steps back.

The path was filled with the light of illumination spells, and the snow on the branches above gradually melted due to the heat, causing a light rain to fall on the path leading to Hogsmeade village.

When they arrived at Hogsmeade, they found that the situation here was not very good: there were several wizards standing in front of most shops, looking up worriedly from time to time to check whether Dementors were flying by.