Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Well, the next class is your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. If you can develop new paths in common spells, then your wand being made of unicorn hair will not be a stumbling block."

"Your professor is Quirinus Quirrell... my former student. You can ask him about the difference between spells and the Dark Arts, no problem."

Flitwick smiled as if he was young and had just won the duelling tournament for the first time.

Hmm...if he remembered correctly, Quirrell seemed to be quite introverted when he was a student, but that shouldn't matter, as he had helped him several times back then.

"Thank you for the ten points for Slytherin. I think Gryffindor will be grateful to you as much as we are."

Daphne nonchalantly prompted Nietzsche as he passed Malfoy.

The tips of her golden hair just touched her shoulders on both sides. She had a hairpin on her head, which gathered her bangs to the right. In Malfoy's small team, she was much more beautiful than Pansy.

Maybe she had no direct conflict with Nietzsche, so she wanted to win him over...

"What they think is none of my business."

"Yeah, I really hope your girlfriend can keep the same idea in Gryffindor." Daphne smiled politely, "How long can she keep it up? It's a pity that her house is not Ravenclaw."

Was she wrong?

From a Slytherin perspective, of course not.

After all, Gryffindors are people who seldom think carefully and are full of hostility towards Slytherins.

"What makes you think Hermione Granger would abandon herself just to follow the crowd?" Nietzsche said, "After all, there are always a few people who don't care about such childish rules of the game."

"If that's the case, I can look up to her..."

"Daphne, are you really on good terms with Parkinson?" Nietzsche turned his head and looked down at him with a teasing look, "Or... are you happy being someone else's follower? How pathetic."

The relationship between Greengris and Perkins is like that between Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy.

So Daphne was outmaneuvered by him.

"There will be no good ending if you go against the entire Slytherin family." Pansy suddenly shouted angrily.

But her peripheral vision was obviously looking at Daphne Greengris, but the latter quickly suppressed her anger.

"Nietzsche, you must have an ambition to come to Slytherin, money, power... You will know what we have, don't wait until your spine is broken before you recognize it."

"It's not important, dear, none of that matters!"

Nietzsche waved his hands and impatiently pushed away Blaise who stood up and deliberately blocked the road. He wished he could turn his magic wand into a whip and lash him out.

There is always some magic circulating in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts.

During the first class, many people were betting on how long the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor could last, or would his term be just one year?

Nietzsche turned his head out of habit, but found that it was not like elementary school, Hermione was not sitting next to him.

"Professor! Did you just come out of the bathroom?"

The person who spoke was a plump, sturdy girl. She shrugged her nose, and when Qi Luo hurriedly opened the door and passed by them, a pungent and strange smell almost made her vomit.

"No, Millicent Bulstrode...next time if you taunt the prof...professor like that, you will lose points."

Quirrell covered his high-arched headscarf and felt a little displeased when he heard the laughter behind him.

His face darkened, and when he stepped onto the podium and came to his senses, his expression immediately changed again. He became as nervous as a squirrel and spoke stutteringly.

"Boster, do you usually eat in the toilet?" Nietzsche sniffed, "It seems that you like to eat garlic bread while sitting on the toilet... Otherwise, how can you associate garlic with the toilet?"

"I hope your new protector isn't a short-lived ghost!"

Nietzsche didn't even bother to turn his head, but just leaned lazily on the back of the chair, raised his right hand, and made an international greeting gesture to the back.

Through a brief observation, we can see that Professor Quirrell's clothes have some floral prints, which are different from the traditional wizard robes of other professors. Maybe he is curious about botany...

Garlic is edible, but in witchcraft and religious cultures, it represents vampires.

When Quirrell turned his head and cast a grateful look at Nietzsche, the latter immediately stopped observing and gave a kind smile.

He stuttered as he read out the list, but because some people pretended not to hear him clearly, he had to read it several times.

"Nietzsche Holmes, haha... When I came here just now, I happened to run into Professor Flitwick." Quirrell was not far from him, about an arm's length away. "By the way, Professor Sprout also mentioned you."

"Defense against...dark magic, do you know what it usually protects against?"

He forced himself to smile, wanting to perform well in the first class, but unfortunately, those Slytherins, under the instigation and leadership of Malfoy and others, did not give Quirrell any face.

Some of them jeered: “Why are you wearing this headscarf?”

"This was given to me by an African prince to thank me for defeating a resurrected zombie. Okay... Doesn't anyone know about Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Nietzsche shifted his gaze slightly downward and noticed that Quirrell's fingers had been repeatedly stroking the guard of his wand.

Many people, in certain situations or emotions, will involuntarily begin to repeat certain actions in order to seek pleasure, maintain balance, and prevent themselves from losing control of their emotions.

For example, Malfoy would shake his legs, Hermione would drum her fingers on the table, and Watson would twirl his cane...

"To defend against dark creatures, dark magic, and the practice of dueling."

"That's right, but what you said was not accurate enough, so I can only give Slytherin two points." Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief and stammered, "It's not a duel, but... a battle."

The answer was not perfect. You could see it by just flipping through the book. He was just happy that someone was supporting him.

Because of his stuttering, not many people wanted to listen to Quirrell's lectures, not to mention that as long as Quirrell walked a little bit to the back row, he could hear their discussions and ridicule about him.

So apparently, Quirrell and Nietzsche "isolated" those Slytherins at the same time.

"Professor, I have carefully read the classification of spells. Apart from white magic, most of the spells that can be used for defense are still classified as evil spells, poison spells and curses in black magic."

In "The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense", in addition to the spark spell that works like a flare and the smoke spell that works like a smoke bomb, the most classic repelling spell is also a kind of dark magic.

Not to mention the crushing spell and stunning spell that followed...

Quirrell seemed to have a headache. He rubbed the sides of his head with his hands and then straightened his turban.

"In fact, due to the direct lethality of dark magic, some of it is listed as 'teachable spells' by the Ministry of Magic, while others are..."

"It is the strongest curse - the three unforgivable curses."

"You... you are really smart." Quirrell glanced around nervously and said intermittently, "Yes, the Unforgivable Curse requires the caster to maintain a strong hatred, just like the hatred you want those people to die..."

When he finished speaking, fear suddenly appeared in his eyes and he stopped immediately.

"Sorry, this is not what you are exposed to now... Sorry, sorry." He whispered a few more times, with his head down, and it was unclear whether he was talking to Nietzsche.

"So, the academic world's distinction between black magic and the classification of hexes, curses, and curses is simply based on the negative effects of the hexes?"

"That...that can also be understood." Sweat broke out on Quirrell's forehead and his face turned pale.

Nietzsche thought back to the previous spell class, pondered it for a while, and expressed some of his conjectures.

"So what if I use strong negative emotions to cast some standard spells, making them somewhat dangerous?"

Volume 1: Chapter 20 The Dark Side of Magic

Unbelievable?

No, it should be unheard of.

No wizard... not even the Hogwarts professors who are well-known in the academic world, would think so.

Because the Flying Spell, the Levitation Spell, and the Unlocking Spell are all spells created by wizards for the sake of being "lazy", they seem to be born to help wizards do things and do not have any harm.

Naturally, no one would associate this kind of spell with black magic or white magic.

As long as you are not a Squib or a Muggle, even if you memorize the spell and form the gestures into muscle memory, it will work as long as it is correct.

This is the standard fool's spell.

"How can you...haha, no one would think so..." Quirrell laughed awkwardly, as if he was shocked by Nietzsche's idea, "I mean, why not just use black magic?"

"It's just a personal reason."

Wands with unicorn feather cores are the least likely to succumb to the Dark Arts, and are the most loyal of all wands, regardless of whether their first owner was an accomplished wizard or not.

As a young and inexperienced person, Nietzsche had no idea that he was talking about something dangerous.

He just thought that this kind of discussion was as common as discussing with his two fathers at home "which weapon is the most popular in the army during the war".

"It's like I used magic to make the table float up, but I feel like... I can use my hands holding the table a little harder..."

"Then it will break. Why not just use the Shattering Charm?"

“But I can make it shatter or not shatter, just as I want to.” Nietzsche gave an example that came to mind first, “Like an automatic rifle, I can choose the type of bullet it uses.”

Perhaps because he thought that the person in front of him was a wizard, he felt uneasy.

But strangely, Chilo quickly understood Nietzsche's ideas:

The Shattering Spell is like a huge trap. It has to wait until the prey steps into the range before it can cause damage, just like a spell has to hit before an object will show the shattering effect.

It is true that the Shattering Charm can be avoided, but the Levitation Charm acts directly on objects.

"So you want to build a shotgun directly, and equip it with ordinary hunting bullets and armor-piercing bullets?"

"You know..."

"Yes, I...I was originally a professor of Muggle Studies." Quirinus Quirrell was a little embarrassed, and put his hands in his pockets like a squirrel. "Then you should first establish the direct relationship between magic and spells."

That's the Ravenclaw way of thinking.

Although they are very strange compared to ordinary people, their thinking is very jumping. Being smart, far-sighted, and fond of studying their favorite things are the most obvious labels of Ravenclaw.

This is also true of Quirinus Quirrell, as a mature Ravenclaw.

"The essence of the levitation spell is gravity or control, the effect of magic on objects, and the control experiment of emotions and standard spells... There are too many things to try. You need to try them a little bit at a time."

"Professor Flitwick said you could do it for me."

But Qi Luo did not respond immediately. Even when he heard the name of the former dean, he just shook his body, and his hands were always pressing behind his ears.

Could it be that he had a headache...Nietzsche could only guess this.

"Let me think about it." The part of Quirrell's headscarf that touched his forehead was already soaked with sweat.

He began to lecture again stutteringly, but his mind was not on it. As if he was possessed by Professor Binns, he stood in front of the podium in a daze, reading from the textbook.

Until the bell rang.

Without getting approval, Nietzsche had no choice but to pack up his books and put them into his backpack. When he was the only one left in the classroom, the professor still called him.

"I wonder why Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick often mention you. It seems that you are very curious about magic. It doesn't matter. I...I was like this before..."

"I thought about it and this is a good research direction. Anyway, there is only one Defense Against the Dark Arts class a week in the first grade. How about this, come and sit with me before curfew every night?"

Sounds like the time period is perfect.

This will not cause conflicts with professors from other colleges and senior courses, and after sufficient thinking before going to bed, the quality of sleep will be greatly improved.

What a pity...

"But I have Snape's detention tonight, Professor." Nietzsche felt a little aggrieved.

"It's okay. I'll discuss it with him." Quirrell waved his hand and walked up the spiral stone staircase at the front of the classroom. "This is an academic matter. Time is money, my friend."

The stairs in the classroom led directly to the office on the third floor. Quirrell leaned on the handrail and moved up little by little in the empty classroom.

The action of pushing the door open seemed to be the last bit of his strength, because the second after Quirrell stepped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he fell weakly on the carpet.

The muscles began to feel sore and painful due to spasms.

"A mudblood... What a pity he is a genius, exactly like me back then. I can smell his ambition, he is indeed a Slytherin..."

The hoarse and low voice was not Quirrell talking to himself, because his lips were pale and his whole body was twitching on the ground.

In fact, it came from inside Quirrell's turban.

"Master, I was wrong...I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Humph, I told you to agree to him, but you resisted." Some black air came out from the gaps in the turban, "Qiluo, only power and strength are real. You have no choice."

"No, it's not... I'm just worried about drawing unnecessary attention. He's not part of the Master's plans."

Perhaps what Quirrell said made sense. The pain, like being bitten by an Egyptian torture insect, gradually subsided. He finally took a breath, turned over, and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling in a daze.

Yes, he has no choice now.

"It doesn't matter. If you give a smart person like this some benefits, he will naturally discover the mystery of black magic..." The voice began to become weak again, "Stupid, don't mess things up."

"Master...Master?"

Quirrell called out several times, but when he got no response, he put on new clothes.