Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"May the magic be with you, Professor."

Quirrell flipped through the notes alone, then hid them in a secret cabinet.

What is certain is that he found in Nietzsche at least what he had once hoped for most.

So that's it...it turns out that hope has always been by his side.

Outside the window were the sounds of wizards joking, inside there was the sound of ticking clocks, and Quirrell, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly burst into laughter. In his smile there was some madness and pain, as well as a mockery of himself.

He thought of Nietzsche's evaluation of himself:

Unexpectedly, he is even more powerful than Snape...

"Time, what I lack is time."

He saw in Nietzsche a kind of respect that was different from that between students and professors, but more like that of partners. Quirrell completely relaxed himself, holding his forehead. He seemed to really see himself standing in the middle of the crowd, being admired by thousands of people.

Sometimes, he always fantasizes that he can go further and learn some skills that will make people respect him...

But it didn't matter. He had now seen new hope from Nietzsche. Everything in front of Quirrell began to float, but before he could start trying the levitation spell to regain his life, his thoughts slowed down.

"Can I really get what I want from him?"

Volume 1: Chapter 27: Purebloods are dead, half-bloods are in power

The sun still rose, and after the first weekend, everything was still going as normal.

Just by looking up, you can see that the four colors of gems in the hourglass above the auditorium are much less than last week. Obviously, many people did something that violated school rules over the weekend.

Nietzsche thought back to the Transfiguration class last week. Whenever a student made a mistake in Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall would first loudly reprimand the student for the mistake, and then add a sentence at the end:

"If you work hard, you can also complete the Transfiguration task in your first class like Miss Granger."

Perhaps Hermione didn't know that Slytherin also hated her.

Professor Quirrell remained unchanged, except that occasionally people would notice that he would go straight back to his office after class and would not stay in the classroom for too long.

When Nietzsche returned to the classroom on Monday at noon, he found a group of people gathered in front of the bulletin board to discuss something. When he walked closer, he found that it was some little snakes biting each other in the lounge again.

Everyone was looking at a brand new sign posted above. It had two brooms crossed and read:

This Thursday, Slytherin and Gryffindor students will take flying lessons together on the lawn beside the Black Lake - Rolanda Hooch.

Nietzsche stared at the broom in a daze, with only one thought in his mind: he would never ride around on a broom even if he died.

What era is it now? Times have changed! Riding a broomstick and flying around... If Sherlock knew about this, he would definitely join Mycroft in making fun of himself.

He would rather ride a jet-powered skateboard.

"Why can't first-year students participate in Quidditch!" Draco complained loudly, "You know, I rode an old model and avoided the Muggle's... thing that was spinning..."

He seemed to want to say that he had dodged the helicopter.

Not only Slytherin, but every college's lounge received the same news that day.

On the way to the History of Magic classroom on the second floor in the afternoon, Hermione seemed to be infected by this atmosphere. She kept complaining about flying lessons and Quidditch.

"It seems that all students from wizarding families have ridden it, but we haven't... What if we can't fly it? Will we lose points? Will we fail the exam because of our poor performance?"

Hermione's muttering made Nietzsche feel like his head was getting bigger.

She always felt anxious because of her Muggle family background. Sometimes Hermione envied Nietzsche for having an active mind. At least she had never seen him anxious about anything.

"You don't like..."

"Why do you think I'd enjoy flying around on a broom?" Nietzsche clicked his tongue. "Although I'm curious... that's all. No! I hate sports, especially football!"

As he was walking up the marble steps, Nietzsche was suddenly bumped into by someone.

Warrington, who was a circle stronger than him, looked at Hermione with disdain and said to Nietzsche: "Maybe Malfoy is right, you Slytherin traitor... maybe you and that pure-blood traitor can get along well."

The pure-blood traitors are the Weasleys.

Draco, who was walking in front, turned his head and gave a sarcastic smile, which made Hermione even more annoyed.

"Are all Slytherin people mentally ill? He obviously bumped into me on purpose..."

But Nietzsche held her back.

Just now, when Warrington deliberately bumped into Nietzsche in the crowd, causing him to stagger backwards, he stuffed something into his hand. When he opened his hand, he found that it was a small piece of paper.

There was a name on it - Marcus Flint.

This is very intriguing. Didn’t this person have a conflict with him last weekend?

"Is that some curse word?" Hermione said angrily, frowning.

"Actually, it's a help. Maybe Malfoy's assistant is a little tricky..." Nietzsche said unhappily after he walked into the classroom, "He is a senior student, and his strength... is currently above mine."

But this is only for now, after all, he has only been learning magic for a week.

It was obvious that Draco Malfoy attached great importance to this duel, and he was even willing to lose face and seek a capable assistant.

As for Goyle and Crabbe, the two bodyguards? Malfoy himself probably knew that they both had a headache when they saw Nietzsche, not to mention being assistants in a wizard duel.

They don't want to become long-term residents of the school infirmary.

"This is unfair... Never mind. This is very Slytherin. They will do anything for honor." Hermione was already feeling irritated and felt even more helpless. "But why would he help you?"

But if you think about it carefully, you will know the undercurrents in Slytherin:

Mixed blood has suffered from pure blood for a long time~

In fact, under the entire unspoken rules of Slytherin, pure-bloods can be considered to be the constrained party, but at the same time, as the vested beneficiaries, they have to maintain and inherit the entire system.

On the contrary, half-bloods and Muggles, as slaves who are oppressed to the extreme, are more likely to stand up and resist.

"He's not helping me, dear Miss Granger, he's helping himself!"

Although it seemed that those people treated Nietzsche as a bet or a tool, he did not feel disgusted. On the contrary, he felt that this group of people was not hopeless.

He finally understood why the Sorting Hat said Slytherin was his starting point...

Professor Binns was reading the text at the top of the class, while people were sleeping or chatting below. Only a few people could understand half of the content of the textbook.

After Nietzsche hastily drew a few lines on the thin textbook on the history of magic, he stopped.

Then his attention was completely focused on Professor Quirrell's personal notebook. The words on the cover were beginning to blur due to fading.

Curse, Counter-Curse, and Curse-Breaking

Open the first page and you will see a passage written by Quirinus Quirrell during his student days:

"The essence of a curse-breaking curse is a curse."

This sentence runs through almost the entire notebook. Nietzsche spent half a day yesterday, Sunday, to understand its meaning.

In layman's terms, the curse-breaking spell is like a sharp spear. The relationship between it and the evil curse is that the tip of the spear faces the tip of the spear. The opposite effect of the evil curse is used to offset the effect of the evil curse.

The counter-curse is a shield used to prevent the effects of curses in advance, such as the fire and moisture resistance spell and the second grade's stop spell.

"Locomotor mortis (legs standing still and dead), a spell that breaks the leg-locking spell. It can offset the limp leg spell to a certain extent, but you need to pay attention to the interval between casting..."

No wonder Quirrell always said that black magic was the shortcut to the modern spell system, because the entire system tends to fight violence with violence.

But theories must be implemented, so Nietzsche needed a suitable experimental subject.

That's right! It's you! Mercury!!

While Hermione was not paying attention, Nietzsche immediately lowered his head and slipped away with the crowd. He went down the stairs in the central courtyard, walked around the boathouse at the dock, and came to the owl shed on the top of the hill.

Life has always been difficult as a pet in the Holmes family, whether it was the pug kept by Watson and Sherlock at home, or the current owl.

Not only did they have to deliver letters and newspapers, but they would also be caught and used as guinea pigs in their spare time.

If I had known that as an owl, I would also be used as an experimental subject...

The interior of the Owl Shed is a barn-like room divided into two areas - the school owls and the pet owls purchased by students.

When they saw Nietzsche coming in, they would all scream and circle overhead, and he only had to find the most distinctive one among the group of owls, because Mercury would not be excited about his arrival.

Soon, Nietzsche found the owl, which was facing him but with its head twisted 180 degrees backwards.

"Mercury, we have a great mission. You don't want Hermione Granger to be bullied in tomorrow's duel... Freeze quickly!"

You can't blame him.

If you want to blame someone, you can only blame Mercury for being too naughty. It's a matter concerning Hermione, so how could he run away? As a pet, you should always worry about the safety of your owner~

Then, a scene that frightened many owls appeared in the shed:

One of their kind had his legs weakened by the little wizard in front of him, and his eyes went blank in the end after struggling hard at the beginning.

Is there any royal law?

If there had been a Court of Owls in the shed, they would have hanged Nietzsche!

Volume 1: Chapter 28: The First Clash between the Last Man and the Superman

"I want to settle both old and new accounts!"

Malfoy rubbed his sore wrist. While others were enjoying their weekends, he was the only one in the basement without sunlight, repeatedly steaming a whole bucket of slugs.

And the most ironic thing is that this matter was praised by Dean Snape in the Potions class.

As for why he was put in solitary confinement...there is no need to think about it, it must be because Nietzsche complained to the professor and said something about dueling.

"It doesn't matter. Tonight you can show that Mudblood what Slytherin is all about!" Pansy moved his head to her thigh and nodded in agreement, "What did that guy Marcus promise you?"

"Does he need to consider it?" Draco snorted contemptuously. "You know, my mother used to be from the Black family, so she has some relatives with the Flint family..."

This is still a positive thing. To be frank, the Flint family now has to rely on charity from these families.

Draco Malfoy vowed to become a figure no less important than his father. The Malfoy family will become even stronger in his hands. In addition to Potter, the people who are worth making friends with are naturally the people in this house.

However, Daphne was watching the intimacy of the two people coldly, but she had to put on a smiling face like the bodyguard duo.

Fate has secretly put a price on everything.

Is it really Nietzsche who complained to Snape?

I'm afraid this kind of thing is impossible in Daphne's view. How could a wizard who dares to isolate Slytherin do such a thing? Besides, it is said that Malfoy and the dean have a very good personal relationship, so it is impossible for him to punish Draco for such a trivial matter.

On the other side, Nietzsche, who was at the top of the undercurrent, was still in a tower.

"Dragon scum!" Harry led Nietzsche to a giant portrait and said to the fat lady inside.

Then the fat lady first looked at the people around Harry, then noticed his bow tie, and looked very surprised, but despite this, she still made way for the two of them.

"It's been a long time since Slytherin students have been here..."

“Can’t other colleges interact with each other?” Nietzsche stopped in front of the tunnel behind the portrait.

"Of course!" The Fat Lady laughed, "Godric welcomes every wizard and friendly Muggle, except for the Hufflepuff Common Room...because Madam Helga considers it a form of protection."

No one knew how to get into the Hufflepuff common room, and people from other houses couldn't get in either.

Under Harry's guidance, Nietzsche came to the Gryffindor common room for the first time. The temperature here was completely different from that outside, and it exuded a kind of warmth from both the body and mind.

The entire lounge is decorated in warm red tones. In the middle is a huge fireplace, and several round tables and comfortable soft sofas surround the fireplace.

The space is circular in shape, with windows covered in stained glass, while most other areas are made of volcanic stone.

"Isn't this a bad idea..." Neville said cautiously, shrinking his head.

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way!"

Harry admitted that he had a great liking for Nietzsche. Unlike Hagrid, Nietzsche was more like an elder brother, especially when he stood in front of him and beat Dudley.

There aren't that many twists and turns for a savior from Muggle society.

If you play well, you're friends. If you don't play well, go eat at the same table with Malfoy. What about college or not...

Nietzsche looked at Harry in front of him, feeling a little uncomfortable.

A man who was bullied by his classmates outside and by his classmates at home, and whose parents lost their lives in the first magical war, and he himself was inexplicably dubbed the 'savior'.

It is a miracle of life that such a person is not crazy.

Harry was so frightened by his stare that he touched his face and said, "Wait a minute, Hermione may not be ready yet... Hey! Parvati, go call Hermione!"

"How did you do afterwards?"

Neville was confused by this, but Harry seemed to understand what he was asking.