Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Listen! Doesn't she ever take her lessons seriously?

"Just try your best... Never mind, I don't know what your problem is."

So Hermione looked around, and after making sure that the librarian, Madam Pince, had not come over, she drew out her wand with confidence, cleared her throat, and silently recited the spell several times before she felt confident.

"Wingardium Leviosa~"

It was clearly the same kind of brown paper, which she had torn off from the notebook herself and she hadn't touched it.

Hermione swung her wand without giving up, and the biggest improvement was that the piece of paper jumped... yes, it bounced like a frog, only two centimeters away from the table.

If Nietzsche hadn't been staring at him, he would have thought it was just the cold wind that was causing the swaying.

"Maybe I'm reading the spell wrong... But I've never learned Latin before, so I don't know if the syllables are wrong..."

"A few more times." Nietzsche sighed, "Don't focus on the spell, but on the will!"

Hermione's worry was not groundless, but had reasons to be worried, because Professor Flitwick had told her one thing in the Charms class: a wizard pronounced the wrong syllable, causing the Levitation Charm to become the Bull Summoning Charm.

So from a side perspective, Hermione's worries were not wrong.

But it also confirms Professor Quirrell's views on Muggle wizards, and this situation seems to be even more intense in Hermione.

"Really?"

"But this isn't a language class! And you didn't pronounce the spell wrong... Even though you have a slight accent, it doesn't matter! You have to be sure of your own beliefs first!"

"It must have something to do with the accent..."

Hermione seemed to have hit a dead end; she thought she was learning Latin.

"You are not confident!" Nietzsche thought for a moment and said slowly, "You can't think about giving it a try. There is no...no such thing as trying. There is only can or can't, just like you have to eat four meals a day."

“It’s three meals a day.”

“For me, that also includes midnight snacks.”

Although Nietzsche's words are crude, this is probably the truth. Perhaps the strength of human beings lies in their ability to adapt to certain specific environments, which is particularly evident in Hermione.

She needed to get used to the wizard's way of thinking in order for the spell to work.

On the fourteenth attempt, and at Nietzsche's urging, Hermione impatiently chanted a spell at the vellum, and if she pressed harder, her wand would pierce the paper.

But something happened that made Hermione suspicious - she saw the piece of brown paper floating in the air, swaying, and gradually bending.

No, the spell cannot go wrong...

Hermione suddenly felt that the book in her hand was no longer interesting, and said unhappily: "Standard spells can only add specific states to an object or creature, not transform it!"

Nietzsche also knew the source of the words she recited - the beginning of "The Standard Spells: Elementary".

Nietzsche stared blankly at the piece of kraft paper folded diagonally. After a few minutes, he happily took out a pencil from his pocket and started writing and drawing on the notebook, as if he was recording something.

"Tell me how you did it! You did it, Hermione! Perfect!!"

"Didn't you tell me how to do it?"

"That's not what I meant..." Nietzsche danced with joy, as excited as if he saw a rainbow in the sky at night. "What were you thinking when you cast the spell just now? Quick!"

This was a bit far-fetched for Hermione, and she had to work hard to describe her state of mind at the time.

"It's just...very annoying. After all, you keep telling me that I'm wrong here and there."

But this was not enough for Nietzsche. He looked at the content in his notebook about the influence of emotions on effects, and suddenly raised his head and stared straight into Hermione's chocolate eyes.

Yes! He annoys Hermione!!

"So what were you thinking when you let it float?"

The girl blushed and stammered for a long time but couldn't form a complete sentence. However, under Nietzsche's saturation and bombardment of questioning, she threw away the last bit of her face.

"Don't ask! What are you thinking? I just want it in your mouth... just like now!"

The piece of draft paper was folded in half into a hard block of paper, and then Hermione bent her wrist, pointed the tip of her wand at Nietzsche, and let the paper ball hit him in the face.

It was not until then that Nietzsche suddenly realized.

"I understand... Hermione! You are simply a genius!" He suddenly opened his arms and hugged the girl in front of him, muttering, "So that's how it is. You have to use emotions to associate first before it will produce an effect..."

Hermione didn't understand. It was Nietzsche who had taught her the levitation spell with great difficulty, so why was he starting to thank her?

Her cheeks were hot and her breathing became irregular. The other party's sudden way of thanking her made Hermione temporarily lose the ability to think. The only thing she could do now was to wait quietly.

Oh? Why is he like this? !

Five seconds later, Nietzsche stood up and left contentedly, jumping and skipping towards the library door.

"No noise or running!" Madam Pince's angry scolding could not make Nietzsche's footsteps quieter.

What just happened?

Hermione belatedly began to ponder Nietzsche's excitement.

He said he was a genius...hehe...did she just do something incredible?

Volume 1: Chapter 26: Quirrell Opens a New Path

Today is a great day to relax~

Unfortunately, when Quirrell, with his head bald, looked at the sunset, put down the textbook in his hand, and just walked to the glass display cabinet, intending to organize his pressed flowers by hand, the door of the office was suddenly broken open.

"Professor? Professor!"

"Wait a minute...ok." Quirrell hurriedly got up from the ground, leaving only his head exposed with an awkward smile.

He squatted, rolled over, and put his turban back on almost at the same time, all in one smooth motion, so all Nietzsche saw was Quirrell popping his head out from behind his desk like a woodchuck.

It's really rare. Who would have thought that there would be students visiting my office on Saturday.

"Nietzsche, I...I remember to take a break today..."

"I succeeded... No, someone else succeeded!" Nietzsche did not steal Hermione's glory for himself, "My friend made a piece of paper float and created a folding effect!!"

Upon hearing the good news, Quirrell's eyes lit up and he slowly raised his index finger to his lips.

"Keep your voice down, I... I have a headache." He moved his feet flat on the carpet without making any sound, walked to Nietzsche and took the notebook that looked like scribbles.

To be honest, he really wanted Nietzsche to spend some time practicing calligraphy.

"No... incredible, this is a huge leap... from the standard spell..." Professor Quirrell stammered, "Can you tell me how your friend achieved it?"

But then again, are Nietzsche's friends more talented than Nietzsche?

Judging from the successful cases in the experimental process, it is possible, perhaps a Ravenclaw... He couldn't help but think of the college he used to be in.

"With unpredictable variables like 'emotions', it is very likely that the thoughts expressed by the wizard through his subconscious mind will directly affect the effect of the spell. Perhaps the levitation spell can do more than just make things float."

“But I can’t feel emotions deeply…”

However, Quirrell listened with great interest. Although he learned from Nietzsche that the success of the experiment was completely accidental, among countless experiments, just one success proved its feasibility.

What they need to do next is to analyze it in detail like Nietzsche did and increase the probability of success.

"Don't worry. Everyone's experiences are...different. When I was as young as you, I was already able to intuitively receive external stimuli, but this is not all good...good things."

"You are very smart to be able to sort out the logical relationship between magic, emotions and consciousness in a short time."

"Really?" Nietzsche pursed his lips and said disapprovingly, "In fact, my father and my uncle always say that I am stupid."

Although he was a stutterer, it was undeniable that as long as one listened carefully to what Professor Quirrell said, one could tell that he was indeed a good teacher.

It just sounds a bit laborious...

Quirrell's attention was focused on the latest records, and he could only implicitly comfort Nietzsche not to act too hastily in his emotions.

But he kept silent about his student days.

"When you reach a certain point, you can directly feel the external stimulation, and the manifestation of that stimulation is your emotion...fear, hatred, jealousy...they are all good teachers."

"Can't you choose some positive emotions?" Nietzsche's mouth twitched.

"Love? Protection?" Qi Luo chuckled a few times, "Although I don't look down on...look down on them, there are really...few people who can...truly understand that they are far less beneficial than negative emotions..."

To love something, you need to pay for several years or even decades.

And hatred may only take a moment.

Quirrell thought about it. He didn't remember anything unforgettable, nor did he experience love and being loved. If there was anything worth remembering, it might be this Nietzsche who was different from other Slytherins.

The love this first-year student expressed for everything was something that even Quirrell would envy.

"By the way, Professor, do you have any good Defense Against the Dark Arts spells?"

"You've bitten off more than you can chew." Quirrell put the notebook on the table and turned his back.

Nietzsche cleared his throat, a little embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "No, no, no, I just want to learn some self-defense skills. I don't have to duel with someone at the last minute."

Duel... This word is like a fishhook, hanging up the deep memories.

At this moment, the professor with his back turned suddenly hunched his shoulders. When Nietzsche turned to face him, he found that Professor Quirrell was trembling all over, as if he had recalled some horrible traumatic event.

"Perhaps you should go to... to Dean Flitwick..."

"But you are the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Nietzsche didn't want to see Snape's sour face.

"But I... But I can't! No!" Quirrell swallowed and forced a smile, "I'm not very good at these... I'm not good at them. To be more specific, it was Headmaster Dumbledore who insisted that I be a professor."

Clearly, this professor must have experienced some traumatic event that resulted in extreme low self-esteem.

He was originally a professor of Muggle Studies, so he was afraid of the courses he was teaching and had no confidence in them, which made Nietzsche frown. He hated traumas that could cause a person's temperament to change drastically.

Quirinus Quirrell, who graduated from Ravenclaw, should be creative, not as mediocre as he is now.

So, Nietzsche is just as the wood of the magic wand says - honest.

He looked at the trembling professor who was trying to refuse, and said sincerely: "But I thought you were better than that old bat Snape, because you were the one who helped me find the breakthrough of the spell."

"It's me...but I just gave you some advice..."

"Snape can't even suggest something." Nietzsche rolled his eyes.

Honesty is the biggest killer. Quirrell asked himself, how much truth and how much falsehood was there in his helping Nietzsche?

I'm afraid he himself can't tell the difference.

"Professor! We will definitely have more breakthroughs in standard spells in the future. Winning some awards in the wizarding world is not a casual thing... What else do you have to worry about..."

"We?" Quirrell thought he had misheard.

He even lifted his turban slightly to reveal his earlobes.

"Although I am a Slytherin, I am not so selfish."

Yes, he has seen the prototype of a brand new magic, and even magic that perfectly fits the wand. As for the Order of Merlin in the future, it is only a matter of time.

Maybe it's not so bad after all?

Although he didn't know what Quirrell had experienced, Nietzsche was certain that when he was a Ravenclaw student, he must have had a high level of understanding of spells, otherwise he would not have been so familiar with the various variables of magic.

"Who are you dueling with?"

"Malfoy from Slytherin, the one who... um... often leads the way in making fun of you in class."

"So he is... Malfoy." Quirrell lowered his head and took note of the other person in his mind. "No wonder... I heard that his father is... one of the directors of Hogwarts."

"Don't worry, this is how they are. They are the last people who can dream comfortably with a little poison occasionally." Nietzsche despised people like them the most. "They are just sycophants. The only person he can rely on is the school director."

People like Malfoy are not adventurous or creative. They find little fun in others during the day, and then repeat it at night to find more fun, and they never get tired of it.

It is precisely because they cannot see Nietzsche's anger and frustration that they cannot find any fun in it and that is why they are so angry.

But Hermione is different. Now, Quirrell is naturally considered half a person in Nietzsche's heart. They both have infinite possibilities, so he tried his best to change Quirrell's timid appearance.

The red light of evening spread into his office from the distant forest.

Quirrell just slumped in the chair, while Nietzsche quietly waited for the final answer.

"The second... second row from the top of the bookshelf, the fourteenth book from the left. It contains some counterspells I wrote down when I was young." He said suddenly, "Consider it my thanks for your gift."

The gift Nietzsche gave him was, naturally, the notebook that contained the prototype of the new magic.

The bookshelf was very high, and Nietzsche quickly found the faded book using the movable wooden ladder next to it. The cowhide cover was rough and felt like sandpaper to the touch.

Thanks Chilo~

Before leaving, Nietzsche gave his sincere blessings...although it was just his own idea.