Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Some Gryffindors came to visit their extracurricular 'professor', while another group of Slytherins came to visit Malfoy... Although that being said, the snacks and drinks were placed next to Nietzsche's bed.

God knows how painful it was for Hermione to hold back her laughter.

When those people passed by the end of Nietzsche's bed, they casually placed the cards and gifts next to them, and then walked over to Malfoy and Pansy with empty hands and big smiles on their faces to express their condolences.

"You know, I want to study in the Ministry of Magic in the future." The little snake excitedly took Malfoy's hand, "We are both Slytherins~"

At first, Draco really enjoyed their admiration, but as time went on, he began to feel something was wrong when he saw the food piled up beside Nietzsche's bed.

No matter how you look at it, they just come to shake hands with me, it seems like a formality...

"So how come you put all your stuff at his place?" Draco shrugged.

"Isn't he from Slytherin?" The little snakes looked at each other, then suddenly realized, "Is there any difference?"

"He... is... the one I'm dueling with!!!"

But these first-year little snakes don't care about that. As Slytherins, they are naturally cunning.

"Hubble, are we going to take it back?" the little snake who was shaking hands with Malfoy asked his companion.

"Idiot, there's no point in giving it away and then taking it back..." Hubble cleared his throat and immediately explained, "Draco, we'll give it to you again next time you're in the hospital."

Hearing these words that sounded like a curse, Draco almost lost his temper.

Of course, next time. Who cares about Malfoy? Aren’t they all here to meet Nietzsche Holmes who stepped on the heads of pure-bloods according to what senior Warrington told them?

Those who met Nietzsche did not stay, but just chatted with Malfoy casually and left without looking back.

What a shame... What a shame... When has the Malfoy family ever suffered such a humiliation?

"So, you really plan to fulfill that bet?" Pansy crossed her arms. She stared at Hermione and Nietzsche angrily. "We are the twenty-eight holy pure bloods. We can never bow to those things!"

"It's just him. I didn't say to shut up about other people..."

But even if he explained it this way, Malfoy was still very unhappy.

The only heir of the Malfoy family, the most powerful family in the wizarding world, had to bow to a Muggle wizard.

Nietzsche suddenly felt that the future of Slytherin would not be very peaceful. He hoped that Dean Snape could continue to be a good duel referee. After all...some things will happen a second time once they happen a first time.

Looking at those people who were secretly glancing at him, he thought to himself: Come on, come and learn some skills from me.

Slytherin was the cold Black Lake, and he felt like the giant squid in it, except that he was not so quiet and often stirred up a whirlpool in the lake.

Although Nietzsche couldn't leave the infirmary, he wasn't bored. No matter how bad his homework was, he could do it with Hermione...

"Wait, do we need to do homework in magic school?" Nietzsche became alert. "Isn't it enough to just wave the wand and cast some magic that we have learned..."

Hermione threw a stack of brown paper into his arms and picked up some food.

"What are you dreaming about? The first week is just for us to adapt to the new environment. Let me see... the 'Silver Needle Transfiguration Essentials' in Transfiguration class, and the 'Differences between Standard Spells and Hexes' in Charms class."

"Each paper should be no less than two sheets of brown paper. That's great! Finally, there is something to do!"

Neville, who brought her homework, looked at Hermione as if he had seen a ghost.

Nietzsche just waved his hand. He was used to it. You know, Hermione used to be notoriously stubborn. She loved homework so much that she would remind the teacher who forgot to assign homework.

Of course, she might have given that reminder deliberately as a way of taking revenge on her classmates who isolated her?

Neville rummaged through his schoolbag and pulled out a glass ball that glowed red. He immediately looked sad.

"what is this?"

Nietzsche waved his wand, moved the bed under him next to Hermione, and moved closer curiously.

"Memory ball. My grandma gave me this because she saw that I always lose things. As long as it emits red light, it means I have forgotten something." But Neville just couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

He locked up Leif before he left, and the homework was all here...what else could it be?

"Maybe you forgot what you learned in class."

"How is it possible...huh?" Neville's face suddenly became long, "But for me, it is possible."

If this is true, it is really a comforting thing. After all, if you forget it, you may not be able to get it back immediately.

Hermione was startled by him and pushed Nietzsche away in panic.

"What are you doing! You...why are you putting the beds together?"

"Do your homework. Are you planning to write three papers by yourself? The Defense Against the Dark Arts paper is "How Emotions Relate to Magic". Believe me, you won't find a more complete notebook than mine."

Neville didn't understand the argument between the two, so he just silently took two steps back, away from the battlefield.

"Is your notebook better than the entire library?" Hermione pushed the other person's bed in disgust. "Go away, go away. I don't want it."

She seemed to have forgotten how to use the spell and just pretended to pull it a few times.

The beds of these two people were moved by the levitation spell, and they were spliced ​​together like two quilts covered on one bed. Neville, who was only eleven years old, could discover the secrets of the 'Study Group Leader' and the 'Slytherin Viper'.

No wonder... No wonder Lavender and Parvati always ask him about Nietzsche.

Neville's eyes became sharp!

Volume 1: Chapter 32 I Hate Broomsticks

Thursday was such an exciting day.

Of course it was not just because their injuries had all healed, but mainly because it was the last flying class in the afternoon.

As soon as half past three arrived, they immediately rushed out of the Charms classroom. Only Nietzsche was deliberately slowing down, as if he was under an obstacle spell while cleaning his schoolbag.

"Flying lesson..." Professor Flitwick couldn't stand his slow pace, so he urged, "Don't you want to touch the broom first?"

Nietzsche looked at the books returning to their places automatically and put on a grateful smile.

But when he turned around, his face suddenly fell. To be honest, the flying class was the most unacceptable. He would rather be caught by Snape and memorized "Advanced Potion Making" in the basement.

Outside the castle walls, the grass rippled in the breeze on the flat ground, and they could see the dark trees and the stone cottage in the distance.

Nietzsche looked at the tattered broom on the ground and never put it away with disgust.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Madam Hooch, with her white hair, waited for the Gryffindor students to arrive, and then she stared at them with her eagle-like yellow eyes and shouted, "One broom for each of you, hurry up!"

Slytherin and Gryffindor were standing side by side.

So the person sitting next to Nietzsche, the last one to arrive in Slytherin, was Hermione, the first one to arrive in Gryffindor.

Madam Hooch understood their eagerness to try, and during the first flying lesson, she did not waste any time and walked up to the forty-five people in a swift and decisive manner.

"Put your dominant hand above your broom and say, 'Rise!' Hold it with the same conviction you hold on to your wand!"

Everyone did so.

Malfoy was the fastest. He turned his head and looked around proudly, saying, "See, I've ridden it before I came to school. It's so easy."

Harry was next, and his broom immediately jumped from the ground into his hands.

However, only a few could do it so smoothly. Most people, like Hermione and Neville, either just rolled on the ground or did not move at all.

Except Nietzsche...he didn't even extend his hand.

"It's rare that there's something you don't know how to do." Harry blinked and smiled mischievously, "You won't break this poor broom just because it's disobedient, will you?"

Seeing Nietzsche's indifferent expression, Harry's smile slowly froze.

"Ahem...you're not really going to do that, are you..."

"Of course not. Do I look like a grumpy goldfish like Flint?" Nietzsche waved his right hand over the broom, then hid his left hand back into his wizard robe. "I just... don't like dangerous things like this."

"Danger?"

It was the first time Hermione had ever heard that word used to describe a broomstick, and it was ridiculous.

"I hate things that move between your legs according to your mood," he said unconvinced. "It's the 20th century now, why can't we have some flying carpets or flying bicycles?"

Just like pure-blood wizards laugh at Muggles' steam trains, he, a Slytherin, as a Muggle, despises wizards' flying brooms.

In fact, his riding skills have always been very poor.

When Watson took him riding horses before, he fell off several times.

Hearing Nietzsche's rebuttal, the wizards around him all lowered their heads and laughed secretly. Theodore Nott, the half-blood wizard closest to his left, leaned his head over.

"Because the flying broom is a unique history of wizards and is also the least secret among Muggles. My mother is a Muggle, and many of the books she brought me when I was a child had flying brooms in their descriptions of wizards."

But this is also a reminder.

Over the centuries, wizards were so lax about keeping their secrets that the Muggle association of brooms with magic became so persistent that it became a correct stereotype.

Malfoy wanted to mock him, but when he thought of the aching arm he had felt a few days ago, he changed his target.

"Longbottom, look at you, you're such a fool! I hope you won't be standing on the ground when we fly up!"

"Don't be in a daze, kid, stretch out your hand... Isn't this very skillful~" Madam Hooch started the next step of teaching only after she saw the broom finally fly into Nietzsche's hand.

But Hermione heard him casting the levitation spell.

"Cheating."

The professor walked back and forth three times before he corrected the student's gripping posture.

"Now get on and wait for my command!"

Perhaps Neville wanted to prove himself too much because of Draco's ridicule. Madam Hooch had just put the whistle to her lips, but before she could blow it, Neville kicked his legs and rushed out.

He was like a lit rocket firework, rushing straight up to a height of seven meters, about as high as two or three floors.

But after Neville flew up, he panicked. He didn't know what to do next. The broom between his legs also stopped working and shook him down from the other side.

"Oh my God!"

Seven meters is not too high, so the descent time and the sudden situation made Madam Hooch unable to draw her wand in time. In just one second, Neville in the air subconsciously raised his arms and fell to the ground.

Madam Hooch ran over to him in despair.

"The wrist is broken, it's okay... don't worry." The incident happened right away, and she had no time to scold him. She could only pick him up horizontally and run towards the castle, looking back from time to time to issue huge warnings.

"No one of you is allowed to move, or you will be kicked out of school before you even learn what Quidditch is! Put your brooms on the ground!"

Thank God, Nietzsche quickly threw the broom in his hand, which looked like a dead branch, to the ground.

But this warning was meaningless to Malfoy. It was a joke. Who could fire him? When Madam Hooch's back disappeared at the gate, he immediately burst into laughter.

"Hey! Did you see that big fool?"

The other Slytherins didn't find it funny, but they just went along with it.

"Shut up!" Parvati also adopted some of Little McGonagall's temperament and shouted sternly.

"Ahaha, Parvati, why are you protecting Neville Longbottom?" Pansy cursed back, "It seems that you like that stupid fat guy who only knows how to cry."

She seems to know how to use public opinion to silence others.

This kind of emotional remarks were taboo for girls, so Parvati could only clench her fists and stare at the ugly lion head in silence.

"I don't understand what's so funny about this. Are all Slytherins such bad-natured people?" Harry replied unyieldingly, "Perhaps you should learn from Nietzsche what a real Slytherin is like."

So the Slytherins shut up.

Nietzsche, Nietzsche, Nietzsche...it's always him, and his name!

Draco immediately saw the place where Neville had just fallen. There was a golden memory ball. He ran over and picked it up.

"It seems that Potter is very noble. How about you personally return the memory ball that his grandmother sent to him!" His face became ugly because of his grin, and he vented all his emotions on others.

He held the memory ball and rode on the broomstick.

"Give it to me, or I'll give you a taste of that punch on the train," said Harry darkly.

The blood rushed to Malfoy's head, making his ears buzz. He rode on the broken broom, kicked his legs, and rose into the air, looking down at the people on the ground.

Maybe Nietzsche had set a good example, so that those Gryffindors thought he was easy to bully?

Harry, filled with enthusiasm, also rose into the air, but when he was on the same level as Malfoy, he realized how wonderful it was to have such an innate ability.

He suddenly understood why Nietzsche and Hermione were so keen on learning.

Hermione wanted to stop him, but Nietzsche beside her grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"It's still class time!" she whispered. "When Madam Hooch comes back, she'll deduct points from Gryffindor and punish Harry Potter. Do you think I don't want to teach Malfoy a lesson?"

"You know Malfoy won't give up this opportunity. If no one stops him, Neville's Memory Ball will definitely be thrown away. Someone has to stand up... Can you ride a broom? I can't anyway."

Harry didn't go there because he was a Gryffindor. He regarded Neville as a friend. Maybe he knew that he would end up like Neville... but at least someone would remember his contribution.