Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

But his luck was pretty good, at least the steam slowly changed from white to light blue. Only then did he add valerian and sleepy bean juice, turning the potion into a light snow-blue liquid.

It's like scooping up the part of the lake that reflects the moon.

Nietzsche first cut the sleepy beans in half with a silver knife, and then squeezed out the juice from the side.

"The clever Mr. Holmes, did you remember it wrongly?" Snape was surprised to see his operation. "The book says to slice the beans... not squeeze them..."

"Backward. Any Muggle who has been to school knows that squeezing an object will put force on it, making it more likely to leak juice."

Otherwise, how does fresh juice come from?

Nietzsche wanted to squeeze a box of beans into a large basin of sleepy bean juice and give it to the wizard who was responsible for updating the magic book.

"It seems that you are not stupid." Snape suddenly showed some appreciation. "In fact, the textbooks were all written by wizards in the academic world. The latest one was before 1946."

More than fifty years, half a century.

It’s hard to imagine what the government of the wizarding world is doing. Is it just for socializing every day?

This is the problem. Wizards have no idea how far behind they are, and are still complacent about their ability to perform magic, conducting academic research in a pre-reflective manner.

"So the shortage of potion geniuses is not a problem of wizards at all!" Nietzsche said angrily, "This is an irresponsible attitude. If the Ministry of Magic can unify the standards and update them in a timely manner, the number of academic staff can at least double!"

"enough!"

Snape snapped at his student.

He understood all these principles. There was only one Potions Professor in Hogwarts, and he had almost no one to talk to. The suppressed and strong desire to discuss academic matters with others was always suppressed in his heart.

It was a bit scary to say, but Snape realized why professors like Quirrell and Flitwick liked Nietzsche.

He always tries to please others, and once he gets into the mood, Nietzsche will deceive himself into it.

"You know nothing about the magic world, so stop pretending here." He glared at Nietzsche and the imperfect pot of living hell potion, "You can't even... you can't even make a standard potion!"

Nietzsche said calmly: "Professor, I just did it according to the book."

"Because that's wrong! At the end, stir it seven times counterclockwise and then clockwise..."

Snape stopped talking and just stared, breathing heavily.

Looking at the not-so-clear pot of hellfire soup, he realized the other party's rigorous logic, and his rebuttal just now gradually entered Nietzsche's logical system.

He didn't threaten, he just drew Snape in with facts.

If it were a class now, Nietzsche felt that he would definitely be deducted a few points. Looking at the professor's increasingly gloomy face, he immediately laughed and retreated towards the door step by step.

Snape did not stop him, but just stared at the other person as he carefully retreated to the door until he left the classroom.

Danger, it was too dangerous. Just for a moment, Snape realized that he was angry. The key point was that this anger was not dissatisfaction with Nietzsche, but...

To the Ministry of Magic.

"Am I really wrong?" Snape sat weakly in Nietzsche's seat, covering his head in pain.

Was every step he took wrong from the beginning?

Volume 1: Chapter 36: All parties gather

Quirrell's mood improved as the days went by.

It wasn't because of the spell experiment, but mainly because he didn't have to worry about discipline in the classroom. He didn't know when the little Slytherin snakes stopped making jokes in class.

Although he didn't know what was happening, he could clearly see that the backbone of the Slytherin freshmen had quietly changed.

"Do you know... why Defense Against the Dark Arts includes some poison spells and curses?" Quirrell looked around, nodded with satisfaction at the silent class, "Because... because you can fight poison with poison!"

The Crushing Curse and the Petrifying Curse are both curses, one of the three dark spells.

But wizards have too few means of defense, so using curses to attack curses is very common in the wizarding world... Quirrell, in a good mood, was even willing to stammer and talk about something in-depth.

As for whether the first graders can understand these things, that is another matter.

"Haha, isn't his unique skill to scare away vampires with garlic?" Draco was still laughing below.

But some of the Slytherins around just nodded and smiled in agreement. In fact, they had already begun to despise Draco in their hearts.

Nietzsche saw with his own eyes the twelve OWLs certificates in the professor's office. No one really thought that a professor officially hired by Headmaster Dumbledore would be helpless when facing vampires?

Everyone just thought of it as a joke, but I didn't expect someone would actually believe it.

What garlic smell... Every wizard who graduated from Ravenclaw has some quirks. It's enough as long as they can learn something real.

As soon as the get out of class was over, Nietzsche ran up without hesitation and grabbed Professor Quirrell who was about to leave.

"Professor, our delayed experiment..."

He looks much more confident than before.

"I've been busy with a lot of things lately, sorry." Quirinus immediately took a step back and kept a distance from Nietzsche. "But the good news is that I have...had some new insights recently."

The notebook that originally belonged to Nietzsche flew out of his pocket, with a few pieces of brown paper sandwiched between them.

These were all experimental data on the levitation spell. Nietzsche smoothed the brown paper, folded it carefully, and put it in his notebook like a bookmark.

But there was also a signature of Professor Quirrell inside.

"I've had so many problems lately."

"I know, this is for lending you books..." Quirrell tapped his forehead lightly with his finger, then retreated to the stairs, "Don't worry, you can digest my new knowledge for a while, how about after Halloween?"

Nietzsche noticed his change and was happy for him from the bottom of his heart: "It's a deal."

awesome!

It is as beautiful as the rising sun, which contains a brand new beginning while everything remains the same.

Now it has been more than a month since the start of the school year, and Nietzsche has become accustomed to life in Hogwarts. It must be said that this place is indeed much better than some private schools for the aristocracy.

Being able to do research with professors and have meat for every meal, this place is simply heaven!

"good afternoon!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes." Mrs. Pince put down the book in her hand with a surprised expression.

Which student was the last one she greeted? I can't seem to remember.

"It's all thanks to you that Hogwarts Library has so many books that are so well protected." Nietzsche handed over the signature and rubbed his hands eagerly, "I want to borrow some books from the restricted area."

"Show yourself quickly."

Madam Pince simply smiled at his compliment and then swept her wand over the paper.

However, the handwriting has not changed, which means that this note with the signature of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not forged. You know, she has seen a lot of storms in her time.

"You are just a first-year student..." She went back and pointed to a path, "In the innermost area you will see a roped-off area. If you don't have permission, all books will scream if they are opened."

The young Slytherin looked very familiar to Madam Pince.

Although she had been an administrator for a long time and had seen all kinds of students, sometimes when she saw a Slytherin coming on time every day and never making any noise, it was hard for her not to pay a few more attention.

Because Nietzsche was really there reading alone, instead of taking the opportunity to talk to his classmates.

This is a studious and polite child...her first impression.

"In fact, I don't know what's out there yet, I'm just looking for the right books to study."

"The restricted books section contains records of very advanced dark magic. If you just want to study, I recommend the second row." Madam Pince joked, "The reason why the books can be preserved is because students like you won't destroy them."

An ordinary faculty member is hard to be noticed on weekdays.

Students are not ignoring it, they are just used to it, just like drinking a sip of water before going to bed, and have regarded it as a very common thing.

Nietzsche walked all the way to the innermost part and finally saw a small independent area in the corner.

The bookshelves here were blocked off like the relics in a museum, and he did not look through them curiously. After all, Madam Pince was the expert here, and she would not deliberately make things difficult for him.

Nietzsche listened to Mrs. Pings and started looking directly on the second row of bookshelves.

"Powerful Potion?" He stuck out his tongue. "This is the old bat's favorite... Please, something about magic..."

Fortunately, there weren’t too many banned books, and Nietzsche eventually pulled out The Fifth Element: The Quest and The Most Toxic Magic.

The first book was recommended by Professor Flitwick casually, and the second book mentioned the origin of black magic, which is perfect for Nietzsche's research.

When he opened the book, a gust of wind pressure rushed out from the pages.

The first page of the preface to The Most Toxic Magic contains a warning:

"This note is written by Godlot in the horn of El. In addition, no discussion or guidance is given on the most evil invention of Horcruxes."

"Interesting, in a book about black magic, there are actually things to be afraid of." Nietzsche grabbed a handful of food from his pocket and flipped through the book while chewing nuts. "Whatever, I've never heard of it."

Quirrell always said that Dark Arts were a shortcut to modern magic, but there was more than one shortcut.

From the previous article, we can see that many recorded black magics require the mobilization of emotions. Although this is very effective for the effects of spells, its disadvantage is obvious - people who are always in an emotional state will lose their rational thinking.

"Dark magic can shatter boulders? Make enemies covered with pus? This is not the work of magic, but of the wizard... Anger and hatred only bring out the wizard's true thoughts."

"We often see that wizards can do these things easily, but they cannot bring the dead back to life. It's not that wizards cannot transcend death, but that we cannot understand death..."

When Nietzsche saw this, he had a general idea in mind: "The effects of magic cannot exceed the description of language."

So that's why. No wonder the wizards' spells never made any progress. Ultimately, it was because of the lack of creativity. Their society stopped in the cave, so they couldn't see the rivers and seas outside.

Not being able to see it means they can’t describe it, so magic can’t be achieved.

Wizards must integrate with ordinary people. This is not only for the sake of future life, but also a benefit to the wizards themselves. They have been trapped in an information cocoon for hundreds of years.

What the hell is this Muggle Protection Act? It's clearly a weapon that traps half-bloods and Muggle-borns to death here.

"Do you know you're eating owl food?"

When Hermione was passing by the restricted books area with a few books in her arms, she saw Nietzsche smiling foolishly with his head down. Her entire head was completely blocked by the books and she was swaying as she walked.

"Who? Me?" Nietzsche came to his senses, looked down, and found that he had picked the wrong pocket.

The bread crumbs he had taken from the dining table remained in his left pocket, not a single one missing, while the owl rations in his right pocket were more than half gone. He ate for a long time but didn't notice anything wrong.

Nietzsche was still wondering why today's bread fillings were full of nuts.

"Do you know that you are a little..."

Nietzsche: "Passionate?"

Hermione: "Madness!"

She turned her head with difficulty and looked at the black bangs left by her ears, feeling a little depressed. The other person's gray-blue eyes were full of vitality.

"I finally understand." Hermione stamped her feet and said angrily, "You deliberately let those people come to disturb me so that you can learn something new... Let me tell you, this is impossible! Logically, you should also be responsible!"

"I...I don't remember hating you this much."

But Nietzsche still searched his memory.

Only after he found out that he had indeed not let anyone harass Hermione did he nod affirmatively.

"Study-group!" Miss Conformist gritted her teeth, holding back dark circles under her eyes, and growled from her throat, "I don't know where a group of crazy Slytherins came to find me, and they were yelling your name!"

She was so emotional that she even parroted in a shrill voice: "Oh~ Nietzsche recommended us to come here" "He said this place is very suitable for studying..."

Her hair, which had not been taken care of for a long time, became even more messy. Hermione had completely lost the calmness and dignity she had in front of her classmates.

To her, Nietzsche was the culprit that kept her busy from beginning to end.

Was this also part of Nietzsche's plan? Damn it!

"But you can refuse."

"Come out and help me carry the books!" Hermione ignored his innocent expression, stood outside the rope, and stretched out her hand. "I'm in charge of the Gryffindors, but Slytherin is yours. You said so yourself."

Hermione was the one who should feel aggrieved. It seemed as if those Slytherins were deliberately making things difficult for her.

It would be fine if they came here to learn from each other, but the problem is, I don't know what Nietzsche said, but after they came here, they were trying to be attentive to each other, as if she were the first-year student council president.

She felt a little embarrassed at first, but after a few days, several Gryffindors, led by Neville, became unhappy.

"Isn't this good?" Nietzsche took out his wand and used the levitation spell to lighten Hermione's burden. "The two colleges are beginning to try to communicate. Team leader Hermione, you can't neglect it."

"Do your two fathers know what you are like in school? You are a typical Slytherin."

Hermione glanced at the floating book, grabbed the air with her free hands, and after moving them a few times, she immediately lightly punched Nietzsche's back twice.

This is her last bit of stubbornness.

"Shut up! From today on, you take care of your Slytherin! If there is any diplomatic conflict, I will... I will..." Hermione held it in for a long time, "Nietzsche, you don't want the Watsons to know about your performance in school, do you?"