Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Even Hermione, who always respected teachers, couldn't stand Binns' decadent look, and just listened silently as he continued to talk about the goblin uprising a thousand years ago.

"My last name is Granger! Professor!"

Seeing Hermione gradually collapse, Nietzsche couldn't help but laugh.

“Miss Greenland, your ancestors must have been explorers who explored the European plate.”

"Well... well, Miss Grant, as you two can see, ghosts, with the exception of Peeves, have no magical abilities, so I can't calm the... ahem... restless hearts of my students right now."

But everything has a price, so Hermione kicked him under the table and then moved the wooden table for both of them to the side of the podium.

Nietzsche asked curiously: "After becoming a ghost, will everyone lose their emotions?"

"No, of course not." Binns twisted his beard and said calmly, "But I just feel... a little tired. You wouldn't like the feeling of not being able to sleep, and not being able to die, and having to endure nearly a thousand years."

Professor Binns was invited by the founder of Slytherin from the very beginning because of his erudition and quick mind.

Every day, every month, and every year was unchanged. In this extremely boring wizarding society with no updated history textbooks, Binns soon got lost in the long river of time.

Giving lectures seemed to have become a habit and instinct for him.

"Later, students gradually lost interest in history, and I repeated the same things every year..."

Hermione felt a little sad just by listening to it. However, the repetitive lectures before made Binns feel rigid, which led to the formation of a closed loop of logic:

If he changes, his thinking will become rigid again; if he doesn't change, teaching will be a torture for both parties.

"Perhaps it's just that wizards have been isolated from humans for too long." Nietzsche intertwined his fingers and placed them in front of the tip of the pen. "Professor, you can't use the same thinking that you used to face humans to face students hundreds of years later."

Perhaps the goblin uprisings and the International Wizarding Conference that he talked about, in the era of witch hunting, the huge information gap would naturally make wizards feel the grandeur of another world.

But how will this idea work for wizards a hundred years later?

Before coming to school, those Muggle wizards can get the latest news from every country by just pressing a button. They can even hear about the scandals of any star.

"So you're saying I'm too rigid?" Binns was a little unhappy, but he looked at the notebook filled with words on the other's desk and suppressed his emotions. "This is how I taught when I first came to Hogwarts."

"No, I'm just curious... Is it true that wizards don't come into contact with Muggles just because of the short witch hunt?"

Professor Binns stopped his boring voice and first looked at the two people sitting next to him. After confirming their serious attitude, he forced out a smile that he thought was very kind.

Although to Hermione, this smile was the same as crying.

"This is not something that can be explained in a short time..."

"Is it because of laziness of the higher-ups? Inaction?" Nietzsche pressed on with a relaxed attitude. "But as far as I know, the British government knows about the existence of wizards. Why does the Ministry of Magic want to maintain the status quo?"

Binns looked shocked. His translucent fingers repeatedly stroked the edge of the page, and he fell into deep thought.

He didn't seem to understand the Muggles of today. This boatman who forged wooden boats now had no place on the boat. The distress and anxiety brought by the parallax filled his soul which had been calm for hundreds of years.

After a long time, the get out of class finally ended amid the snoring of everyone.

Nietzsche originally wanted to stop the professor and ask him something, but Hermione immediately pulled the hem of his robe from behind and dragged him back to the wooden chair.

"Why do you have to be a ghost professor and put aside your pride and go to Muggle society to take a look?"

"The incompetent British government and the Ministry of Magic have wasted precious time!" Nietzsche said as he watched the professor walk through the wall without looking back. "We can't close our minds in the final education."

In Slytherin, Nietzsche saw little future for wizards...

At least when it comes to the future, there is no talk of pure-bloods and Muggles being inferior.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. She instinctively smelled a hint of danger from Nietzsche. Just like opium, it was beautiful, intoxicating, and could be used as an anesthetic, but it was also full of unknown risks.

At the same time, as Mrs. Hudson of Baker Street was about to close the window, a gray owl squeezed in.

It is like a postman, carrying a smaller shoulder bag on its back.

"I hate Watson and Holmes the most... The magical world is not dangerous at all... I live a very safe life here, so safe that I never want to go home..." Watson couldn't wait to pull the envelope over.

His face was full of disbelief.

"That doesn't make sense."

"Happy to oblige."

Mycroft snatched the letter and quickly scanned it, grasping the key points.

"Don't worry, Watson. This is a double code that Sheri and I have been using since we were children. If the first letter of the message is a consonant, the true meaning is the opposite of what is stated."

"I will contact a small number of people to investigate matters concerning the Malfoy family. Nietzsche's investigation work has somewhat exceeded my expectations."

But Watson was still confused; he was overwhelmed by the exploding amount of information.

"The Malfoys?"

"Nietzsche said it very clearly. All the murders revolve around this kind of family that is hostile to ordinary people." Mary sat on the sofa and said easily, "They don't want wizards and Muggles to get along too peacefully."

Watson was stunned by his fiancée's remarks, and even Mycroft gave her an approving look.

"You know, I finally understand why some men with special personalities would want to have... a member of the opposite sex like you by their side under certain circumstances."

"Ahem...thank you for the compliment. I'm just an ordinary female teacher."

Watson responded puzzledly: "But even if they start a war between the two worlds, what good will it do them?"

Sherlock frowned, he had realized how important Nietzsche was in this.

"Who knows? World War I was a world war started by capitalism reaching its final stage of development and evolving into imperialism. How could the nearly 10 million people who died know that it was just a way for the powerful to have a piece of the cake?"

wizard...

What a strange and sad group of people.

Volume 1: Chapter 19 May the Magic Be With You

On the morning of the second day after Mercury returned, Nietzsche finally stepped into the classroom of the Charms class.

But there is some good news recently, that is, Draco took his luggage to other dormitories, leaving Nietzsche alone.

The bad news is that this seems to be a plan of Draco Malfoy. He wants to start a cold war, completely isolate Nietzsche from Slytherin, and drive him crazy.

Even Snape could see this, so he warned during the night detention:

"The four major colleges will not change because of the will of an arrogant fool."

But Nietzsche turned a blind eye to it.

The Cold War was a struggle of ideologies, but sometimes, many miracles were born in it.

In fact, Nietzsche had too much to think about, and questions like those raised by Professor Binns yesterday also filled his heart.

"Okay, everyone, no matter what happened between you, at least you should remain respectful of magic here." Flitwick looked at the distribution in the classroom and made a sharp voice, "Pick up your wands!"

As if by agreement, everyone stayed away from Nietzsche.

They looked at each other and whispered, keeping their voices low enough to be heard but not intelligible.

Professor Flitwick stood on a book and waved his wand, causing the podium, which was messy due to the last class, to become light. Then several heavy books were stacked high, and the book under his feet flew up with himself.

"Wingardium Leviosa"

His voice was shrill, but the spells he chanted were clear.

After attracting everyone's attention, he continued to introduce kindly: "Levitation spell, this is the first spell you need to learn."

Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts are considered to be courses that require more practice.

In this kind of class, all the wizards excitedly held their wands and tried their best, but the feathers in front of them did not move at all. If they suddenly shook, the little wizards would be very excited.

Unfortunately, it was just the wind blowing in through the window.

"Pay attention to your gestures! Gently raise the wrist holding the wand, don't be too deliberate!"

Nietzsche, sitting alone in a row, recalled in his mind how he felt when his magic power went out of control for the first time:

He can make this thing float, it does not depend on the size of the object, but on whether he wants to or not;

There is no try, only can or can't!

"Wingardium Leviosa~"

Nietzsche could clearly feel the smoothness brought by the unicorn hair. The magic was very slow. Then the white feather in front of him broke free from the constraints of gravity and slowly floated up.

It was as if there was an invisible hand holding the feather from underneath...

Although the hands were shaking as if they had Parkinson's syndrome, at least it was successful.

"Nice levitation spell, five points for Slytherin!" Flitwick jumped lightly and floated in front of Nietzsche. His beard twitched because of his applause and his eyes narrowed.

But this praise sounded very harsh to Malfoy and others.

It's ironic that a pure-blood wizard is outdone by a Muggle wizard.

"Professor, I have a small question~" Nietzsche touched the back of his head which was a little cold.

"You are so studious. Just ask!"

"Wizards can make feathers escape gravity. Is it because of the spell or the magic?" He always finds problems from some tricky angles.

"Of course it's because of magic. After you learn the silent casting in the Ultimate Wizard Assessment, you will understand that the spell is only used to control the magic in the wizard's body and make it become... docile."

Professor Flitwick pondered over the final wording a little in order to make it more accurate.

"But the feeling of the levitation spell to me is more like 'grabbing'. The magic power does not make gravity disappear, but grabs the target."

"How did you come to this conclusion?" Flitwick was about to give instructions to the others, but when he heard this answer, he suddenly turned around, his eyes revealing excitement, "This...Excuse me, this is related to the nature of standard spells."

"Just... a hunch..."

But Nietzsche didn't like this word very much.

Intuition, which means that he has no solid evidence, only an intuitive feeling.

"Tell me more!" Flitwick tilted his head and calmed himself down. "I'm sorry, I just haven't found a breakthrough in the spell for a long time. The 'catch' and 'float' you mentioned are not the same thing?"

"Floating... is a form of expression, but I can feel the interaction between magic and objects. Of course, I can only feel it when using some 'easy-to-use' spells."

Nietzsche severed the connection with the wand, and the feather that had been floating above his head fell back onto the table.

"In fact, these spells do not require the caster's emotions, so most of them are harmless... I recommend "The Fifth Element: Quest", which tells the difference between white magic and black magic."

This is another point of knowledge that needs to be remembered.

The wizard's black magic and the yet-to-be-seen white magic generally require the caster to have a certain amount of malice and goodwill in order for the spell to have the corresponding power.

But standard spells are different. They do not require any emotions. As long as the wizard's spells and gestures are correct and he has a certain belief in his heart, he can cast them.

"To be honest, your perspective is... weird. Please forgive me for saying that because wizards, including myself now, only view some spells as 'it's OK as long as it works', but that doesn't mean you are wrong."

Flitwick looked at the magic clock on the stone wall and felt a little regretful.

Time was limited, and he couldn't immediately drag the Slytherin in front of him to the office to discuss it, not to mention that his next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

At this point, the Ravenclaw Headmaster must be able to find common ground with the Hufflepuff Headmaster:

About Severus Snape's bad luck.

"What I mean is that the levitation spell might be useful in a duel..." Nietzsche thought about the introduction of Dean Flitwick in the book, and said something that would please him.

Filius Flitwick, who looks ordinary and insignificant, is absolutely an untouchable giant in dueling. When he was young, he was the champion of the dueling competition for many consecutive years.

"But are you going to let your opponent float? It's a good idea, but unfortunately it only takes an armor spell to eliminate your interference."

"What if the essence of the Levitation Spell is not to eliminate gravity?" Nietzsche excitedly waved his wand, causing the feather to somersault. "Maybe I can control the opponent's Armor Spell or..."

"Then please prove the nature of the levitation spell first. But for your serious thinking, five extra points from Slytherin!"

So Slytherin was dumbfounded.

Originally they were the ones who isolated Nietzsche, but unexpectedly during class, Nietzsche let the professor isolate them instead.

Malfoy refused to admit defeat, and even though his wrist was sore, he finally managed to make the feather fly a few centimeters away from the table. Although Pansy and Blaise were somewhat impressed by him, he knew that even this performance could not make the professor divert his attention.

It was like Daphne could only get a perfunctory nod from Professor Sprout in Herbology class.

"Humph, he can't be omnipotent!" Pansy comforted, "Don't worry."

"I should hope so..." Malfoy clenched his wand.

His magical talent, praised by his father and mother, was nothing compared to Nietzsche.

Even the inherent pride of being born into a large pure-blood family was like talking to a cow in the face of his attitude of disregarding all unspoken rules.

Finally, with Nietzsche's humorous chat, Flitwick happily ended the conversation.