Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Except for not having enough to eat occasionally, I didn't starve to death. At least I'm still alive now~" Harry sighed, "I didn't expect that you would become Hermione's desk mate later... I really admire you for being able to tolerate her..."

He shielded his face with his right hand and leaned towards Nietzsche. It would be better if such a whisper was not heard.

When Nietzsche came in, several people sitting around the table looked towards Harry at the same time. Among them, the Weasley twins were the most curious. After all, they were the first to hear the news from Slytherin.

Coupled with what happened on the train before, their impression of Nietzsche was beyond Harry's expectations.

"Would you like some props?" George counted on his fingers. "For your duel tonight, our Water Blossoms fireworks, which originally cost five Galleons a box, are now on sale for only three Galleons."

"Can it automatically track enemies?"

George and Fred's smiles gradually froze, they looked at each other and said, "No."

"The explosion was widespread?"

"It's just ordinary...fireworks..." Fred thought for a moment and added for sales promotion, "But it can transform. If you lose, we can make the fireworks turn into lions and rush towards them."

"What about winning?"

George and Fred sighed and patted Nietzsche's shoulders heavily.

At this time, Hermione rushed out of the dormitory, and when she saw everyone was ready, she became hesitant again.

In fact, long before Nietzsche came, she had already learned about Marcus from the Weasley twins. He was originally in the fourth grade, but was held back because of a beating incident.

No wonder George and Fred didn't think they would win.

"It doesn't matter. At least you are a warrior here in Gryffindor. We will carve your name on the canary biscuits... Our Captain Wood doesn't even dare to compete with him in strength when shaking hands."

But Nietzsche shook his head and said calmly: "We are wizards, not barbarians choosing their leaders~"

He seemed to have forgotten how Crabbe and Goyle's heads were broken on the first night of school... No! He relied on his cane, not brute force. Only civilized people can use weapons properly.

But Hermione just frowned and winked at Neville, who went back to his room first.

She slowly fastened her clothes, pulled out her wand, pretended to warm up, then waved her hand and walked towards the door on her own, as if she was absolutely sure of winning.

"Let's go meet that pureblood." She suddenly stopped walking, turned around, and said word by word through gritted teeth, "This is the last time. Next time, I would rather watch you become a weakling!!"

But Nietzsche was used to seeing her like this.

She just fanned herself with her hands and responded casually: "Okay, Miss Behave..."

However, Nietzsche's smile never fell, because he knew that Hermione was actually enjoying the process.

The duel took place by the Black Lake. Although it was night, it was not yet curfew, so Filch did not stop them when the group swaggered from Gryffindor Tower to the hall.

He held a cat in his arms and said viciously, "George, Fred, it's you two again. I'm going to catch you a second time today!"

Nietzsche and Hermione walked in the front, emitting bright silver-white light with their wands. Then Harry and the others took out their wands one after another, but their wands only emitted a faint light like that of fireflies.

"Lumos"

A chill September wind blew across the Black Lake, causing Hermione to pull the cape tighter around her wizard robes.

After walking along the lakeshore for about ten minutes, Nietzsche finally saw several dark shadows under a dead tree.

"I thought you wouldn't be scared anymore." Draco said sarcastically, "Let me introduce you to you, this is Marcus Flint. I think Nietzsche has seen how powerful he is..."

Marcus' tall shadow made Harry and Ron swallow, and even the Weasley brothers who had been whistling along the way fell silent.

How can we not talk trash before a duel?

"I have seen it before - he is quite good at taking apart brooms." Nietzsche waved at him, then immediately whispered to Hermione, "You take care of the small ones, and I'll take care of the big ones."

"Haha! So your assistant is really a little mudblood? I thought it was funny enough that you called Potter and poor Weasley."

The laughter of the Slytherins was very loud and harsh by the Black Lake.

This word did not make the person concerned angry, but Ron Weasley was so angry that his face turned red. He was pulled by his two brothers and could only wave his fists in the direction of Slytherin.

"The Last Man's fun is so cheap... Don't get yourself mad, Ron."

"How dare he!" Ron couldn't understand. "They are laughing at you and scolding you!"

But blocking them in front, facing the laughter was only Nietzsche's calmness. He never cared what others said, because these people could only win in spirit. In this case, just let Malfoy win.

Perhaps it was because this kind of abuse and sarcasm could not make Nietzsche and Hermione as angry as Weasley, and after a while, Malfoy also felt bored.

"Don't forget our bet."

Draco put away his smile, drew out his wand and said in a deep voice: "The Malfoy family never loses!"

Nietzsche, the duelist, and Hermione, his assistant, took three steps in succession.

The cold wind made the audience rub their hands and stamp their feet, but neither Draco nor Nietzsche dared to move. They were just quietly waiting for their opponent to reveal a flaw first.

Hermione looked at Marcus, who was two heads taller than everyone else, and felt a little scared. She whispered, "Are you sure you can handle that tall guy? He is three years taller than you."

"So do you have any good solutions?"

"I can only promise that you won't die here..." Hermione said anxiously.

She seemed to be waiting for someone to come, and in this moment of distraction, Marcus immediately saw Hermione slightly turn her head, and that was in dim light.

A pale yellow light flashed by.

"Petrificus Totalus"

"Rictusempra"

Nietzsche pushed Hermione away and used the force to roll to the other side, avoiding Malfoy's spell.

Everything changed in an instant, which made Harry open his eyes wide and dare not miss any opportunity.

Calmly analyzing the situation... Nietzsche took a deep breath, took a quick look at the terrain in front of him, and once again dodged Malfoy's spell while calculating the time it would take for the other party to recite the spell.

"Immobulus (Quick Freeze)" Hermione came to her senses and angrily threw a fatal blow at Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy panicked for a moment, but when the spell in front of him was only blocked in front of him, causing white translucent ripples, he realized that Marcus had been prepared for it.

He shouted proudly, "I won't be hit by the same move a second time!"

But this was only a test, as Nietzsche had already launched his attack the moment his sight was separated.

"Colloshoo!"

This was something he had learned from "Curses, Countercurses and Counter-Curses", which was recorded at the front and had a simple difficulty level. Just now he clearly saw that the tip of Marcus' wand was pointing at Malfoy.

That is to say, he cannot release two spells at the same time.

Marcus dodged quickly, but Hermione's Knot Curse followed closely behind. He suppressed his anger and said to Malfoy: "You can use the spell that Professor Snape taught you. How many more chances do you want me to create for you!"

He was being chased by Nietzsche and Hermione, while his only teammate was still gloating over himself.

The only output plays a protective role.

"One...two...three...Wingardium Leviosa!"

Nietzsche, who was running, saw Marcus turn around and raise his hand, counted to three, and when the fourth count sounded in his mind, he used the levitation spell to make the stone in front of him float, blocking the opponent's leg-locking spell.

Marcus gritted his teeth; he hadn't expected this first-year student to be so difficult.

With this kind of fighting awareness, once OWL is over, Flitwick will definitely personally invite him to join the Duel Club.

"Did you hear any sound?" Harry suddenly looked around.

But Ron and the Weasley brothers shook their heads in unison and looked behind them, but Filch, the castle's caretaker, did not catch up with them.

"Is your wound again..."

"No! Someone is giving the orders." Harry felt like he had heard it somewhere before and it sounded familiar.

But he soon knew what was talking, because after Hermione used the levitation spell and jumped lightly to avoid Malfoy's attack, she heard a snake-like spell coming out of the other party's mouth.

"Serpensortia"

She had never heard of this before, so she squinted her eyes and stared at the other person, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her ankle.

It turns out she was looking in the wrong place.

Hermione's screams made Nietzsche's heart tighten immediately, and Marcus obviously would not miss this opportunity. Before he could run a few steps in Hermione's direction, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

It's the weak-legged curse...

"Something bit me, I'm fine." Hermione blinked stubbornly and held back her tears.

When he crawled closer, he found that a pitch-black snake had crawled into the grass near Hermione and was lurking again. The murderer had completely blended into the darkness. No wonder Hermione didn't notice it.

In the light from the wand, Nietzsche could also see the girl’s bitten ankle:

The wound began to swell, the skin beneath it started to turn purple, and the bleeding continued.

"It's a neurotoxin..." Nietzsche immediately bit his sleeve with his teeth, tore off a piece, and stuffed it into Hermione's hand without saying anything, "Strangle your calf to slow down the spread of the venom."

"I'm fine... Nietzsche, the professor is coming... Hang on."

Nietzsche had no time to ask her. At this moment, he suddenly felt an unprecedented anger, even worse than when he beat someone up that year.

The poisonous snake crawled slowly in the grass, just waiting for the next order.

"Well done," Marcus panted.

"It's not that serious, they are just two first-year students..." Malfoy cast a disdainful look. He saw the victory coming, and the great joy made him unable to help but give orders, "Keep attacking! Until he admits defeat!"

Snakes! That's right, Harry remembered something immediately.

He slapped his head in annoyance and shouted, "Watch out to the left! I hear it talking!"

"Wingardium leviosa!!"

The pitch-black poisonous snake opened its mouth, revealing its fangs, but Nietzsche suspended it in the air and could only hiss weakly, perhaps begging for mercy... but he didn't know, and didn't want to know.

Under the control of emotions, Nietzsche subconsciously had an idea - to crush it into a pancake.

If there was nothing wrong with Malfoy and Marcus' ears, then it was indeed a levitation spell, but how could a levitation spell crush a snake?

They saw with their own eyes that the poisonous snake was like being pinched by a pair of iron hands, and its eyeballs were bursting due to the squeezing. If they were more careful, they could even hear the sound of bones breaking in its body.

So the snake meat pie with skin just floated in the air.

Nietzsche felt intoxicated, as if he had drunk a whole bottle of brandy. He was dazed and seemed to feel the subtle changes and effects of the spell.

But he quickly recovered from this state as Hermione groaned in pain.

"So that's how it is. This is how thoughts are influenced by emotions... Malfoy, you're so lucky."

For a last man like him, it is a rare good fortune to be able to personally experience the floating spell of rebirth.

Volume 1: Chapter 29 You Know Nothing About the Levitation Spell

"Is this a levitation spell?!"

In Malfoy's impression, the Levitation Charm is a basic spell for beginners, which can be used to facilitate actions at most, or to make one's movements lighter like Hermione Granger did.

But... making a poisonous snake float in the air and being crushed by magic power, it seems like black magic no matter how you look at it, right?

The Dragon Cave Spell is just a basic summoning spell, but it does not mean it is not dangerous. If used reasonably at the right time and environment, an inconspicuous snake can also cause trouble to the enemy.

Nietzsche's magic wand was very quiet and gentle when casting its magic, like a precision machine.

By the time the effect of the levitation spell wore off, the dead snake had already fallen to the ground.

"Surrender, your assistant has left." Marcus took a few deep breaths and said calmly, "In fact, as a freshman, it's pretty good..."

He admitted that he was scared.

It's not that he felt he would lose, but looking at the snake, he inexplicably felt a little uneasy in his heart. He didn't want to offend a wizard who could make standard spells so beautiful.

"Wingardium leviosa~"

Nietzsche chanted the spell once again, and temporarily changed the direction of rational thinking, and fully and intuitively felt all the emotions brought to him by the outside world, and then used the subconscious driven by emotions to influence the spell.

In the process, he must be honest with himself.

Although there would definitely be casualties in a duel, apart from rational reasoning, he would still feel anxious, angry and a little regretful because of Hermione's injury.

So, Nietzsche waved his wand, and Hermione behind him was like a leaf blown by the autumn wind, floating away from the attack range of the spell.

But at the same time, Malfoy on the opposite side was like a little snake wrapped in a translucent eggshell, except that the eggshell was slowly shrinking and gradually leaving the ground.

The amazing thing is that Nietzsche felt that there was no difference between the weight of a feather and that of a person under the levitation spell.

"Stop him!" Malfoy's panicked eyes swept across the dead snake on the ground, and then he thought of himself, "Your Shield Charm is just delaying... Go kill him!!"

He could feel a huge force trying to lift Marcus through his armor spell.