Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Always Right. It looks like Potions class is going to bring your average down."

Nietzsche laughed briefly, and the next second he sat back in his chair with a slumped face. The dramatic change of expression made him look very funny.

Even Hermione, whose work was being scrutinized by Professor Snape, pursed her lips tightly and smiled as she looked at the blue slate. This was good news for Hermione - Nietzsche seemed to be not very good at Potions.

Half an hour later, the little wizards crawled out of the underground classroom with mixed feelings.

Just as Nietzsche was about to talk to her while packing his schoolbag like he did in elementary school, Hermione was already submerged by the sudden flow of people, with only her hands raised above her head and waving helplessly.

He could hear a number of Gryffindors, led by Harry, cheering for Hermione:

"Incredible!" "One point for Gryffindor~"

He could only shake his head and clean up the messy table by himself.

"Come here at noon on weekends." The huge black shadow extended infinitely under the overhead light, covering Nietzsche. "Slytherin is not as good as Gryffindor in potions. This is a shame for me."

Maybe Nietzsche heard it wrong, he could actually feel the dean's disappointment.

Malfoy obviously enjoyed this. As long as the person he hated was humiliated, it was more exciting than drinking a whole bottle of joy potion early in the morning.

Without waiting for the other party's agreement, Snape threw away the wizard robe that was dragging on the ground, turned around and left the classroom.

Today, Gryffindor is well ahead...

While Nietzsche was having lunch, Mercury came back carrying a newspaper.

But it flew straight over Nietzsche and headed for the Gryffindor table. Just when it looked down and noticed Nietzsche taking out his wand from his waist, it quickly made a gliding turn and returned to Slytherin Airport in an emergency.

"Okay, let's go back..." Nitsch took down the wizarding newspaper, put his latest mail in it, and patted its small bag affectionately, "I don't have any food for you."

He opened the Daily Prophet to block Mercury's sad eyes.

The sun was shining brightly today, and the headlines in the newspaper made him feel a little better.

Gringotts Break-in and the Ministry of Magic's Incompetence

Aha!

This was the first wizarding newspaper Nietzsche subscribed to. As soon as he opened it, he smelled a familiar scent. He almost misjudged it and thought it was another media outlet commenting on the English police force.

"The investigation into the illegal break-in at Gringotts on July 31 is still ongoing. According to exclusive information, it was done by an unknown dark wizard."

Nietzsche folded the newspaper in half several times and carefully tore off the report about the dark wizard.

He is still a little confused about the magic world, but it seems that this place is not as peaceful as he imagined.

"My dad also said that Harry Potter killed You-Know-Who on his own and will be a powerful dark wizard in the future." Draco finished reading the Daily Prophet and shouted sarcastically, "Hehe... I'll go home and say that this is totally not worth it!"

Sitting opposite him was Daphne, who looked like a hunter aiming at her prey.

Although her recent seats were very coincidental, in Nietzsche's opinion, excessive casualness and perfect coincidence were her biggest shortcomings. Daphne's purposefulness was too strong.

Nietzsche simply asked while watching the rest of the news.

"Harry Potter is the savior of the First Wizarding War. Is this really what the Ministry of Magic said?"

No way, the police in the wizarding world are not more incompetent than the police in England?

Before the First Magical War, there was the Global Magical War. The former was a magical war in Britain, while the latter was a world war in the wizarding world.

"It's not nonsense." Daphne turned her head and looked around. After making sure that he was talking to her, she explained, "In fact, many families believe that Potter is a natural master of the Dark Arts."

Only a natural master of the dark arts could stop the deadly Unforgivable Curse.

This is how most pure-blood wizards feel about Harry Potter, and this is also one of the reasons why Malfoy wants to win him over.

"I'm not a born dark wizard..."

"No, of course not. You are worth much more than that." Daphne lowered her head and whispered, "Draco has been studying magic with Dean Snape recently. He wants to challenge you to a duel."

"Do you think I can't see that you are playing a double game here?"

Nietzsche once again thought about refreshing the evaluation scores of the intelligence of some Slytherin people in his mind.

"No, you can regard my behavior as an investment. You are born a Muggle, so you can ask me if you don't know... Believe me, Ravenclaw rarely talks to people, and Gryffindor doesn't know as much as we do."

Daphne's calm aura made her look as if she was now the heiress to the Greengris family.

Obviously, there is some kind of parallax between her and Malfoy, just like Nietzsche. Even if she cannot win him over, she is willing to spend some time investing in him.

Anyway...whether Malfoy wins or loses, she won't suffer any loss.

But there was also a disparity between her and him. Daphne regarded Nietzsche's interest in magical things as the kind of curiosity that Muggle wizards should have when they first arrived in the magical world.

Nietzsche rested his hands on the table, habitually pretending to be thinking, and briefly changed the subject.

"What is the reason that makes a calm investor willing to act as a follower? Let me guess. After the First Magic War, Parkinson's heritage is deeper than Greengris's."

"You think too much..."

Nietzsche looked at the middle of the Slytherin table and saw Draco, who had just finished his meal, resting on Pansy's shoulder.

All possibilities exist in his mind.

"There used to be an unwritten rule in the Muggle world. In order to maximize profits, the royal families of various countries are more or less related by blood. I think... this unspoken rule also applies to pure bloods."

He's so stupid, he should have figured it out sooner.

If purebloods want to eliminate the possibility that their behavior would violate the ideals and fully implement the pureblood ideals, they can either marry close relatives or form an alliance.

Daphne had heard of a spell in the wizarding world, but that kind of ability, which was almost like reading minds, could only be mastered by powerful wizards. She clearly did not feel any magical intervention, but she was still stripped naked.

An unspeakable shame and anger replaced the aristocratic posture that adorned her appearance.

"You stick close to Pansy Parkinson, perhaps because only in this way can you know Malfoy's preferences and achieve equal competition. A shrewd businessman would not hesitate to invest himself in it..."

But before Nietzsche could finish his words, water was splashed in his face.

Daphne was seen pressing her chest, her face flushed, but this was not out of shyness, but out of an explosive anger.

"Your reasoning is correct, except for one thing - I don't like Draco Malfoy! I stay close to Pansy just to survive between the two of them...otherwise why would I have to invest in you?"

Daphne left in a panic, and Nietzsche silently wiped his face with the tablecloth and continued to eat his steak amid the curious looks and jokes of others.

Today is really unlucky...

A leaf made of kraft paper floated in from the door of the auditorium, hovered in front of Nietzsche's eyes, and gradually unfolded.

There was only the signature of Quirinus Quirrell and a short sentence on it:

eight pm.

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Everyone, please leave more messages (although I can't reply for some reason, but I can see them)

However, regarding the Slytherin Common Room, I looked up some information and found that the door to the Slytherin Common Room is indeed the stone wall behind the dungeon... (Damn, look at this unique painting style)

Volume 1: Chapter 23: Qi Luo's cram school is open~

What an exciting Friday night.

Imagine that you just finished a boring potion class, and the next day is the weekend without classes. You can sleep in and play as much as you want. You can call your friends to wander around the castle and watch those empty armors humming and fighting...

Unfortunately, none of this has anything to do with Nietzsche Holmes.

He walked up the main tower's moving staircase, gathered his thoughts, and knocked on the oak door of the office on the third floor.

"Please...please come in."

The office looks very ordinary, compared with the principal's office of an elementary school, except that the types of decorations are more complicated.

There is a huge bookshelf on the left side of the entrance, and a glass display cabinet on the right side, which contains many pressed flowers; and facing the door is an office desk with a crystal ball on it.

Looking past Professor Quirrell who was writing a letter, you could see the astronomical telescope on the windowsill of his office.

Nietzsche didn't want to be disturbed, so he closed the door and looked carefully around the large office. He walked to the bookshelf and found a book about plant gardening that was not covered in dust.

"Is this... a book outside?"

The 'outside world' he referred to, in wizard terms, meant the Muggle world.

"I bought it when I was traveling. I had just graduated at that time and liked to travel around and sit closer..."

Quirrell pushed the finished letter aside, clapped his free hands, and turned the metal thing on the ground into a chair, and immediately demonstrated his wandless and silent spellcasting.

The chair first flew under Nietzsche, and after he sat down, it immediately flew next to the desk.

The strong smell of garlic made Nietzsche squint his eyes and lower his head slightly, so he happened to see a letter that the professor had just written, but Nietzsche could only take a quick glance at it in just five seconds...

Because of Qi Luo's unique stuttering, he had to divert his attention.

"What new information has your intuition brought you?"

"In fact, I found a lot of information in the library." Nietzsche looked at the dark night sky and took out the notes he had prepared long ago. "About the levitation spell, it's still a bit troublesome when translating it into Latin."

He didn't have the cell phone in his dream that looked like a miniature TV.

When translating, he could only look up the words one by one in the dictionary, and his eyes were almost blinded.

Quirrell took it over and became very interested after just a few minutes of reading, because Nietzsche divided the spell into several sections and analyzed them one by one in a literal translation:

Wing/ard/Ium Leviosa

Translated as - (fly/lift up high)

"I see. No wonder you think the levitation spell doesn't eliminate gravity from the target..." Quirrell was a little excited, but finally sighed in frustration, "Lift it up... fly high?"

He looked at Nietzsche and felt a little impressed: How young he is, he is only in the first grade.

But Qi Luo suddenly covered the back of his head, and then sweat oozed from his forehead, so he quickly got to the point. He knew that he had no choice but to hurry and get to the point.

"Your current research direction doesn't...have too many problems. The standard spells are...indeed written in Latin..."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

This terrible speaking speed made Nietzsche's thoughts begin to wander, and he was really about to be driven crazy.

However, it is worth mentioning that although Professor Quirrell has a Ravenclaw's eccentric personality and stuttering accent, in terms of theoretical knowledge, he is almost standing on the shoulders of giants and looking down on Nietzsche.

"So the conclusion is consistent with my intuition, right? Magic power can't be seen or touched anyway, you can only feel it."

"Don't...don't be impatient, but do you know how to use emotions to cast spells?" When Quirrell raised his head again, he looked at the student with admiration in his eyes, "It's already very good for a Muggle wizard to be able to...perfectly cast a spell."

"Are Muggle wizards generally slow learners?"

"Of course...Muggles and wizards see things differently. You should...should understand what your heart felt when you successfully used the Levitation Charm for the first time."

He put down his notes for the moment and guided Nietzsche from the side of the question.

"Firm determination...?" Nietzsche was a little uncertain.

"It's rare to find a young wizard who can succeed in his first class... Yes, it's 'determination'! Most Muggle wizards need time to adapt to new learning methods, and the same is true for emotions."

Professor Quirrell's logic was not convoluted, so Nietzsche understood it very quickly.

The wizard's determination can mobilize magic power, and the influence of positive and negative emotions gives magic a certain quality.

Muggle wizards are in the outside world, and the Muggle society has always advocated "rationality" and "rules", which are completely opposite to the emotional wizards, so when they first enter the magic world, they always restrain their emotions.

Yes, that's right...

In addition to affecting the success of a wizard's spell, determination can also cause changes in the effects of the spell due to emotions, just like dark wizards always hold emotions of hatred and loathing.

"The Leg Limp Curse not only makes the target unable to move, it can even cause dark wizards to pull out the leg bones."

That's right!

The limp leg spell will make the target's legs lose strength, but pulling out the bones will also cause the target to have a 'limp leg' condition, but the effect is different.

"So standard spells impose statuses on the target, while different emotions can impose different effects on the target?!"

"It's more or less like this. The Levitation Charm can only make an object 'levitate', while a specific Shattering Charm will make the target fly up before exploding... so most of the black magic is the most convenient."

Among them, the Shattering Spell is specifically effective on buildings and can be considered an upgrade of the Unlocking Spell.

In Professor Quirrell's narration, dark magic seems to be the direction in which wizards study magic.

"But there are some things that you have no choice about, Professor." Nietzsche pondered for a moment and continued, "At least black magic is not the most convenient for me."

"What is the personal reason? If you can tell me, it may be more helpful to the research."

"The limitation of the wand. Ollivander said that a wand made of unicorn hair cannot be made more powerful." Nietzsche was a little nervous and raised his hand to scratch his head. "So, I plan to take a different route."

This is indeed a bit personal.