Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Come on, let's go to Hagrid. I just happened to return the telescope to him."

Hermione turned around, took one last look, and apologized to the cheering crowd behind her on behalf of Nietzsche...everyone was being led by the nose.

Especially poor Marcus, he might even lose his position as captain.

Volume 1: Chapter 46 The targeted suspect

Hagrid's Hut is on the other side of the campus. After passing the Owl Shed, you can see the pumpkin patch by the Black Lake and the stone hut with smoke coming out of it.

This was the first time Nietzsche saw Hagrid's residence. After pushing the door open, he found that it was even more spacious inside than it looked from the outside. Harry, Ron and Neville were talking around the fireplace.

"Hagrid!" Hermione shouted, jumping up and down.

She seemed to know the giant, perhaps because of Harry Potter.

"Another guest?" Hagrid took the kettle from the iron rack above the stove and brewed some strong tea for the guests. "Come in, it's warm inside... Ouch, my head."

But this house was still too small for Hagrid. As soon as he stood up, he hit his head on the beam above his head.

Nietzsche was a new face to him, so Hagrid was very nervous. When he saw the boy tie his tie again, his hands and feet became even more flustered. He almost threw a piece of bread into the stove as firewood.

"Nietzsche? John Holmes."

"Sorry... This is Rockskin Biscuit, I... You are from Slytherin, right? I know your head of house, he is very... very..."

"Very arrogant, very indulgent about everything that happens in his college, that's what you want to say, right?" Nietzsche said calmly, "Don't worry, I understand, that's his character."

Hagrid nodded subconsciously, then hit his head awkwardly.

"In fact, he has helped me make a lot of potions..." The giant changed the subject and pointed at the hound at the door and said, "Let's not talk about this, Fang! He is a new guest, don't bark!"

Nicholas fiddled with the things called biscuits on the plate with his fingers. Each piece was as big as his face, and the sound they made when they collided with the porcelain plate made him feel helpless... For Hagrid, they were indeed biscuits.

Maybe it's compressed biscuits.

"We were just talking about Harry," Neville explained to the two. "It was about the incident with the broomstick losing control. What happened?"

"Someone has cast a curse. Only powerful dark magic can interfere with magical items..."

Hagrid put the teapot filled with cold water back on the fire rack and said in a dull voice: "Who would harm Harry on the Quidditch field? I mean... except for those people, who would want a child to die."

That's true. The only people in the whole school who have a grudge against Harry are Draco and his gang.

As for Snape, he did this to every Gryffindor.

"Those people?" Nietzsche asked in a sideways tone, "Are they the ones who followed the mysterious man during the First Magic War?"

"Yes, those dark wizards!" But Hagrid immediately changed the subject and said proudly, "But this is Hogwarts, they can't get in, and Dumbledore won't let them interfere."

It sounds like Headmaster Dumbledore has a big problem with pure-bloods.

"But I heard from Draco that they have more people. His father is not only the school director here, but also an advisor to the Ministry of Magic." Nietzsche glanced at Hermione quietly, "Dumbledore can't do it alone."

Watson, now it's time for you to record!

Hagrid obviously didn't know he was being tricked. He said proudly, "One person is enough. Besides, Headmaster Dumbledore has friends everywhere. One of them is... Nick Flamel."

"The legendary Nigga Flamel?" Neville was shocked.

"No...that's right." Hagrid hesitated.

He probably didn't say much, he just gave these little wizards some basic knowledge about Professor Dumbledore, whom he respected the most.

But Hermione didn't want to care about these. After all, such a big commotion on the Quidditch field was just to find some clues, so she snatched the rock cake from Nietzsche and threw it in the middle of the table.

"This thing isn't that pretty, so did you find it?"

"Of course, dear Miss Granger, it's really hard for you to cooperate with me..." Nietzsche sighed, "Since the Slytherin and Hufflepuff started fighting, I went to the teacher's seat to call the professor."

In order to prevent the farce from escalating, Nietzsche disguised himself as a student from another college and went to the teacher's seat to call the professor.

He lowered his head, hunched over, and covered half of his face with someone's scarf. No one could immediately recognize that he was a Slytherin student, not to mention that a huge fight was going on among the students in the audience at the time.

The two old professors, Flitwick and Sprout, first reacted with surprise and a little panic - this was a fight involving almost the entire school.

So after hearing what Nietzsche said, they immediately took action to protect the students closest to them first.

Quirrell's first reaction was to look to both sides of the teaching bench. When he found that several other professors had already begun to stop him, he stood up and took out his wand.

Snape, on the other hand, stared at the sky without blinking, and could only use his peripheral vision to check for danger around him.

Ron shouted impatiently, "So it was Professor Snape who was casting a spell on Harry's broomstick. Aha! I knew that old bat had bad intentions! He was cheating outside the court!"

"But he has no reason... just for this reason..." Hermione hesitated.

"Why not Professor Quirrell?" Neville tried to bite a hole in the rock cake, and said incoherently, "Didn't Nietzsche see that both professors were watching the game in the sky?"

"Quirrel? The professor who stutters?" Ron slapped his thigh and laughed. "That's impossible. He might have been frightened by the situation. Don't you know what he is like normally?"

Quirinus doesn't leave a very good impression.

He stutters and looks timid, so what reason does he have to do this?

"You don't know him at all!" Hermione was very disgusted by this disrespectful attitude towards professors. "Professor Quirrell was the first professor to run to the center of the crowd to stop this farce!"

As he spoke, he glared at Nietzsche.

Ron smiled awkwardly, picked up his teacup, and fell silent with Neville.

But Nietzsche reacted immediately, Ron's laughter reminded him.

"He was the first one to come to the center of the crowd?" He seemed to be confirming with Hermione, "How is his performance? Hurry up, I need you to observe all the details... every second's changes since he walked over."

"I heard from Professor Flitwick that he used a new spell..."

Hermione described how Quirrell overwhelmed dozens of students by himself under the circumstances, and even Harry opened his mouth. They thought that the professor was just bragging in class.

Could it be that Quirrell really had driven out those vampires?

"I suddenly remembered something." Nietzsche stood up suddenly, then gave Hagrid a reassuring smile, "Thank you for your hospitality. Professor Quirrell's new spell may be related to the experiment. I'll leave first."

It's so abnormal.

If Snape cast a small curse or hex on Harry in order to win the Quidditch match, he could completely understand it because this was always his style.

Professor Quirrell has never liked to be in the spotlight. He is the kind of wizard who would run away if laughed at in front of others. He wouldn't even say a word to deduct points, as if he had forgotten that he is a professor.

During weekdays' classes, most of the discipline has to be maintained by Nietzsche.

When faced with emergencies, people's behavior cannot be contrary to their daily personality, because this is a reflection of the subconscious mind.

"It can't be Snape. He has been a professor here for decades..."

Hermione braved the cold wind and ran out of the stone house.

"Let them doubt, Hermione." Nietzsche looked at the Hogwarts Castle in the distance and patted his stiff face with his hand. "Don't alarm them. Professor Quirrell is too abnormal. It's as if... he did it on purpose."

"But what if Snape is just for the competition?" She didn't dare to think about it. "Nietzsche, you must be sure that this is an accusation involving student safety!"

"So I'm going to confirm it now!" Nietzsche raised his hand and wiped the rain off her shoulders. "Trust me."

Hermione could only stand there and watch Nietzsche turn around and leave.

Trust Him...

In fact, Nietzsche didn't say the whole story: if Snape wanted to win the game, he could have just interfered occasionally instead of keeping Harry Potter on the verge of danger.

Snape was a rational Potions master and would never expose himself completely, even if he didn't care about his reputation.

So Quirrell looked both ways at first, perhaps worried... He thought it was his own problem, and he stood up to immediately clear himself of suspicion.

Nietzsche was observing in the crowd at the time and found that after seeing the farce subsided, the dean shifted his gaze to the sky again, but Harry regained control of the broom and lowered it, and only then did he come out.

"Snape might be chanting a counter-curse, but why would Quirrell do this..."

This phenomenon, which seems very reasonable, is so abnormal when applied to Quirrell. Just a small flaw allowed Nietzsche to clear the fog and see the road ahead.

So that's how Sherlock sees through those cases.

Nietzsche straightened his clothes. On the day when Gryffindor was celebrating, he came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. Looking at the closed oak door, he had only one thought in his mind:

'He is a curious student, and he has come to ask about new spells...'

So he knocked on the door.

"Please come in~"

After Nietzsche opened the door, he found that Quirrell had already prepared a chair in front of the desk. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He supported himself on the table with both hands, motioning the other party to sit down and talk, with a smile on his pale face.

"Let me guess, you are here for...for our spell experiment."

"That's right, Professor. Halloween is over."

Nietzsche did not deliberately pretend to be someone else to conceal his purpose, but honestly expressed his attitude - he came here to learn.

All he needs to do is wait for the other party to reveal a flaw during the conversation.

(Wuhu, 7,000 words, I am almost dying of exhaustion. Readers' subscriptions are the motivation for Fox!)

Volume 1: Chapter 47: Crushing and Strangling

It looked much like usual - professors and students exploring the mysteries of magic.

Nietzsche was the curious student, and Quirinus Quirrell was the research maniac. At present, everything seemed to be the same, and Quirrell knew that he would come looking for him.

He was confident about it...

"Today's Quidditch match was really thrilling. I heard that Professor Snape cast a curse on Harry Potter's broomstick for the match."

"Snape?" Quirrell's eyes widened, his voice trembling with fear. "I thought he was just a little mean to others. Maybe he has some unspeakable secrets?"

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes and immediately sat down on the chair.

"But luckily the noise was big enough. Speaking of which... I saw your new spell in the audience today. It was so coooo."

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and two cups of brewed tea appeared on the table for both of them. He raised his head slightly, looking very proud.

"The core of the levitation spell is... that the magic power follows the wizard's thoughts and lifts the target up. In the final analysis, it is actually the interaction between magic power and objects, so... my new... new spell can be said to be completely opposite to the levitation spell."

"Gravity! Pressure! Whatever you want to call it."

Still as twisted as before, but fortunately Nietzsche had gotten used to the other person's way of speaking.

"It sounds pretty much like what I thought..." He took notes while keeping an eye on his surroundings. "The levitation spell was taken apart, and the spell was recited in a completely opposite way. It's incredible."

"I borrowed your inspiration."

At Quirrell's signal, Nietzsche could not wait to draw out his wand and silently recited the spell several times in his mind.

To concentrate, divide the steps into several parts first - try to control the object with the levitation spell first, but do not cancel the spell, but continue to output magic power to feel the interaction between the magic power and the object.

"Cadi Crush"

No, he didn't want magic to lift objects up and fly high... he wanted things to work in the exact opposite way to how they worked now.

First, the water cup on the table began to fall slowly to the ground, but that was not the end. The invisible hands that originally lifted it began to exert pressure, and the glass cup screamed and began to crack.

The essence of the levitation spell lies in the interaction between magic and objects, because magic attracts, squeezes and collides the object and the tabletop.

As the cup shattered, the liquid inside splashed onto Quirrell. He seemed to be startled and leaned back.

"Sorry, I couldn't control myself." Nietzsche looked at the other person's crimson wizard robe and showed some apology.

"Clean it up~" Quirrell waved his wand subconsciously, "It's okay. Everyone's first time is always...always a little fussy...As for questions about spells and magic, I think you should have read enough in the restricted section."

"I've also finished reading your notes."

Nietzsche acted very modestly, so he stood up and walked to the bookshelf on his left, took out Quirrell's notes from his youth from his arms, and put them back.

Interestingly, wizards rely heavily on spells, and Professor Quirrell is no exception, and he uses them more maturely. Quirrell's after-school hobby is pressing flowers, so his mind must be more delicate.

In other words, on Halloween, he would not allow himself to run around with a bad smell.

No matter how you perform, you can never deceive people with your subconscious reactions.

"It seems that standard spells have greater potential for development." Nietzsche turned around with a smile, looked at the professor's clean clothes and said, "We are really lucky. At least our predecessors didn't take away the credit in advance."

"Lucky? I don't think so. Maybe it's because... they are... arrogant."

Quirrell was quite satisfied with the whole experiment. In fact, he might have had similar thoughts at the beginning, but after seeing the black magic, he put it out of his mind.

If we have to say who is lucky...it should be him.

He was lucky to meet Nietzsche, lucky to find like-minded students, and lucky to discover a brand new path.