Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Memorize the potion sequence for me. I don't think someone who can't even figure out the names of potions can beat a Malfoy."

To be honest, Nietzsche thought the professor was making him work for nothing, but he didn't expect that he was actually forcing him to memorize the book.

"You know about this?"

"Hmph, what kind of hobbies can a student who I force him to memorize even the steps of making potions have... I don't think he will become very fond of studying overnight."

"Then why don't you teach me a few moves?"

Is Snape really the kind of person who appears cold on the outside but has a warm heart?

If this were the case, Nietzsche would be willing to apologize for his previous prejudice.

"Don't you have a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Snape sneered, "Let me see how good this professor is at teaching defense. Don't worry, I can at least guarantee that you won't die."

Sorry, but Snape is a cold-blooded animal and his prejudice is correct.

There are nearly seventy-six potions in the potion sequence, and all Nietzsche needs to do is write down the names, effects, and perfect states of the potions.

"Oh, by the way, what I mean is, as long as you didn't die on the spot, even if you still had a breath left, I could save you. After all, I rarely know those little evil curses that are like mischief."

Snape was definitely petty, but he succeeded in his goal, and Nietzsche shuddered unexpectedly.

Nietzsche, who currently only knows how to use the freezing spell and the levitation spell, can only place his hopes on Professor Quirinus Quirrell. Regardless of whether the experiment can be successful within two days, he would be thankful if he could get some counter-spells.

Somehow, what was originally a contest between two wizards - Muggles and pure-bloods - seemed to have turned into a competition between two professors.

What Nietzsche didn't know was that what happened this morning was just a lunch, and everything changed. Almost everywhere he went, there were people secretly spying on him.

He still underestimated how bored the students at Hogwarts were during the weekends.

During the leisure time after lunch, Nietzsche didn't find any entertainment, and the Muggle's electronic equipment was out of order. He couldn't take out the Colt revolver that Watson's father had hidden in the luggage.

So he could only come to the library on the fifth floor to kill time, but when he walked between the Latin and Runic bookshelves, Nietzsche quickly knew why his classmates were staring at him.

"I heard that someone in Slytherin took the lead in rebelling against Malfoy. What? Of course it wasn't Harry Potter... I don't know..."

At a long table close to the window, several first-year students were discussing something excitedly. Judging from the badges on their chests and the yellow and black bow ties, they were from Hufflepuff House.

"Who did you listen to?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Nietzsche had seen this girl with two braids on the train before. "I...I was going to go to the Potions classroom to bring out the crucible to practice, but guess who I saw..."

"Wait a minute...Hannah, you actually secretly took Potions lessons without telling us?!"

"Ahem---" the girl answered herself, "Right! I saw Malfoy in detention in the classroom. Haha...you didn't see that his hands and clothes were covered with slug slime."

No way?

Nietzsche's mind flashed back to Draco Malfoy's rare first weekend, when he was grabbed by the collar and thrown into the basement by the dean, with a bucket full of slugs at his feet.

No, he didn't plan to elevate Professor Snape's image for the time being...what if he changes his mind next time?

"What are you doing sneakily?"

Nietzsche first smelled a citrus scent, and then heard a familiar voice. When Hannah turned her head, he had put the book back on the bookshelf to cover his face.

Hermione...her again!

"What?" Nietzsche grinned and forced himself to calm down. "I'm looking at the connection between Latin and magic spells..."

"Do you know what happened to you at noon? Nietzsche, as long as I don't keep an eye on you for a day, you will cause trouble!"

"Should I know?"

He gritted his teeth, turned his head, and found that there were several Gryffindors behind Hermione. They blocked the aisle between the bookshelves tightly, including Ron Weasley, who was scolded the most by Malfoy.

When Nietzsche saw Harry's excitement that could not be concealed, a bad premonition came over him.

Hermione pressed his shoulders with one hand, then gradually straightened her body.

"Everyone in Slytherin is going crazy, saying that you don't like Malfoy and want to take his place among the freshmen. You even used some trickery to get him put in detention early. And... this is the runes section."

"No, this is the Latin section. The runes shelf is behind you."

He pointed to the book he had just put back.

"I memorized the structure of the library on the third day of school. If you hadn't been paying attention to the others, you would have noticed that the cover was written in Latin with 'Ancient Runes'."

"Tsk..."

But when Hermione saw his pouting face, she felt as happy as if she had eaten half a chocolate frog.

Especially Harry, who was more excited than anyone else. He grabbed Ron's collar and shook it madly, making his head swing back and forth like a rattle.

"Ron, I told you he's different from the other Slytherins!"

"Okay, okay, you win. Take the last bag of strange-tasting beans in my pocket."

Volume 1: Chapter 25 Duel! Duel!

If you were to ask Harry who he hates the most.

He could say "Dudley Dursley" the next second after you asked a question.

But if you ask the same question now... then Harry might have to think about it, and after making a comparison, tell you "Neither Dursley nor Malfoy can be missing."

Because Malfoy not only represents the family heritage, but also has won a series of titles that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve, such as "Dark Wizard", "The Most Disprofessional Lackey of the You-Know-Who", "Wizard's Dregs", and "Fence-Sitter".

So...Nietzsche's image has gradually changed a little bit.

But before that, let’s get back to the basics.

"Who spread this?" Nietzsche found a dusty seat in the innermost corner of the library. "Although the duel is indeed true, Malfoy can't brag about it everywhere!"

In this group of people, besides Neville, there was another unfamiliar face.

After Hermione's introduction, I learned that he was Seamus Finnigan, who helped Neville out of the Potions class on Friday.

Simo's hair changed from brown to its original light brown. His black school uniform was covered with wrinkles and had traces of being wet by soup from lunch, which meant that the owner of the clothes was a bit lazy.

"George and Fred said that it seemed that a few Slytherins heard the conversation on the other side when they came to buy something from them."

"Senior?"

"Of course they are seniors. The freshmen don't know that they are capable of sneaking out of the school... um!" Ron proudly talked about his brothers' glorious deeds, and only came to his senses when Harry bumped him with his knee.

But it was too late, because Hermione had already set her sights on him.

Ron's mind was working fast at this moment, and he immediately changed the subject: "But we didn't expect Snape to put him in detention. This shouldn't be the case... Maybe you helped his house gain a lot of points."

But Hermione didn't think so. She felt that Nietzsche shouldn't have adopted such an extreme approach.

Well, she was just worried that the other party would take other means to retaliate if forced into a corner. Hermione recalled the scene when she first met the Watsons. There was a faint smell of smoke at the door of his house at that time.

Later, when she returned home, her father told her that Nietzsche's father was a retired military doctor.

"Don't--fight--"

"That's not a fight!" Ron retorted with his eyes wide open. "That's a duel. If both sides agree, even the professors at school can't stop it. Since we're all freshmen, it only takes one person to be unconscious."

"What does that mean?" Harry was eager to try, "Nietzsche, how about letting me do it..."

In fact, Ron and Seamus originally wanted to get involved, but for Little McGreg's sake, they chose to lower their heads and eat the beef pies in their hands. The atmosphere was a little subtle.

"Oh? Harry, what spells do you know?" Hermione said lightly, "You can't even pronounce the levitation spell correctly, are you going to be a shield for Nietzsche?"

"If Nietzsche could win..."

Use your brain to think about it, if you exchange one for two, you will make a profit anyway.

But Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. She slapped away Harry's hand that was stretched out to Nietzsche, turned sideways, and ruthlessly stood between the two of them.

Okay, okay, Granger... calm down... think about how you can minimize the loss of this matter. What if Nietzsche loses? What if Nietzsche is not gentle enough?

"If you're really worried about Nietzsche, why don't you become his assistant?" Ron suggested vaguely, swallowing his food.

"What does this have to do with me?"

Hermione just thought they were unreasonable.

But on second thought, she felt that this was a helpless solution: she could control Nietzsche and at the same time reduce the danger of the duel.

"Don't worry, we still have two days." Nietzsche did not understand Ron's suggestion, but was a little disgusted, "If it really doesn't work, learn some evil spells temporarily... Hermione is not suitable for this kind of practice."

"Could you please stop using childish provocations?"

"More than that, I'm more worried about what Malfoy has learned from Snape."

Neville suddenly remembered something, but the words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't utter them. He was hesitant, which annoyed Hermione who was sitting next to Nietzsche, so she simply issued the "pardon".

"But what is certain is that there is no way to shirk this duel. Think about it, half of the school knows about it now."

"Damn Malfoy, he's forcing you!" Harry said coldly, "He looks down on people like us, but you stole his limelight, so he deliberately made it impossible for you to refuse."

Although he had had the opportunity to make friends with him once before, if he could do it again, he would still punch Draco Malfoy in the stomach.

Harry hated it most when people talked about his parents.

"Cunning Slytherin..." Ron muttered, "Of course it doesn't include Nietzsche, he's a bit special."

Everyone has their own thoughts, but only Harry hopes that Nietzsche will choose him as his dueling assistant. Perhaps the Sorting Hat is right. He seems particularly eager to prove himself.

Hermione looked out the window. In the distance, at the edge of the forest, there was a stone house with smoke rising from it.

Now she was in a very conflicted mood. On the one hand, she wanted to experience the wizarding duel culture; but on the other hand, she felt that it was not a good idea to do so. However, after hearing what Ron said about "compliance", she felt differently.

This kind of wizard culture similar to the knight challenge sounds... quite interesting?

They sat for a while and then left.

Harry and Ron weren't the type to sit in the library all afternoon, while Neville and Seamus felt they had enough studying for the day... they didn't have Hermione's patience.

You know, this first weekend is very precious. As a Gryffindor, you can't just stay in the library on the fifth floor and waste all your exploration time, right?

As a result, the atmosphere gradually became quiet as they left.

Nietzsche opened his notebook, which contained many words newly added by Professor Quirrell. Although his eyes were looking at yesterday's harvest, his mind was still thinking about the duel.

But he was the first to lose his patience.

"How about...be my assistant?"

"What?" Hermione crossed her legs and tilted her ear. "Sorry, your voice was too soft. I couldn't hear you clearly."

"Why don't I just drop out?" Nietzsche suddenly changed his tone. "Malfoy's father is also the director of this school. I won't get any benefits whether I win or lose. I might as well just drop out..."

But Hermione just glared at him, with her two big front teeth sticking out.

"This isn't like you."

"If you help me, there might be a chance of a turnaround!" Nietzsche saw that hard tactics didn't work, so he could only use soft tactics, "Just once, help me once, can you bear to see your deskmate being bullied?"

Hermione got goosebumps. She hated Nietzsche's behavior the most because she really fell for it.

"Just once! I won't make another exception!" Hermione raised her brows, put her hands on her hips, and lowered her roar.

It's really weird, since when has she changed so much... Hermione thought about her childhood and suddenly realized how quiet she used to be and how she would never get angry easily.

Yes...it's okay, Nietzsche was angry.

Perhaps one day she will become the youngest person to suffer from hypertension.

"Wingardium Leviosa~"

The sound of Nietzsche's spell attracted her attention. This was the first spell that first-year students learned. Although it was a very simple levitation spell, even so, only Hermione's feathers moved a little in the whole class.

You know, even so, in Professor Flitwick's opinion, being able to make a few moves in the first class was already good enough.

But what about Nietzsche?

He was now able to make the discarded brown paper on the table swirl in the air.

'The changes in magic... use emotions to achieve your goals...' Professor Quirrell's intermittent teachings echoed in his ears.

After trying several times, he looked at the papers rising and falling and felt a little annoyed.

There was no doubt that this was indeed a levitation spell.

But it didn't work. The piece of paper was still floating in the air, occasionally spinning and somersaulting because of the cold wind blowing in from the window.

"Wait, how did you do that?"

"Just use your heart..." Nietzsche muttered.

"speak English!"