Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"You and Nietzsche usually hang out in the library at this time. Why did you come to me to talk about this for no reason today?" Ron put his hands on his hips, very sensitive to Hermione's arrival.

Although his words were a bit rough, they were very vivid.

"This thing can allow your father to hear every move of the Malfoy family at any time." Nietzsche pushed the black box over and introduced it, "So to be precise, we want to find your father to help each other."

"Just a little thing like that? A Muggle thing?"

"I remember now. I saw it in a movie when I sneaked into the living room to watch TV at night while Vernon was asleep!" Harry slapped his forehead, very surprised. "Ron, this thing is indeed very suitable for dealing with them."

With Harry's assurance, Ron gradually showed his joy and picked up a black box to play with it in his hands.

Muggle huh?

Just this thing can monitor someone's every move... Ron thought about what his father said and realized that he was not joking. Muggles can always achieve magic in non-magical ways.

"But wizards' magic will interfere with the signal, so we still need to improve it," Hermione said calmly.

Ron's behavior did not exceed her expectations, because whether it was from the perspective of "anger towards the Death Eaters" or "Gryffindor-style mischief", he would not directly refuse.

"It's okay! George and Fred love playing with these things." Ron put the remaining boxes into his pockets, looked in Draco's direction and laughed sinisterly, "They won't refuse, leave it to me!"

This is really strange...Nietzsche noticed the change in Ron.

When he talked about his brother, he was much more confident than before. You have to know that the wand Ron used and the clothes he wore were left over by his brothers, which made him seem a little humble. After all, he was not the kind of funny guy who could make people happy.

Ron wasted no time and immediately left Harry behind to look for George and Fred.

This is a great opportunity to show off!

"Let's go. George and Fred alone can't do it." Nietzsche said hello to Theodore and walked out.

Harry was puzzled: "If George and Fred, who invented those skipping candies and canary cookies, can't do it, then who else can? Do you want to drag Professor Quirrell into this?"

"Hagrid..."

"Hagrid? Him?!" Harry was shocked. "You can't even eat the snacks he makes!"

After Harry followed Hermione and the others to the stone cottage at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he saw Hagrid pushing the thick snow aside with a shovel. The manually formed path was wide enough for three people to walk side by side.

Hagrid, who had just finished cleaning up, looked up and saw three black spots suddenly appearing in the snow.

"Why are you here?" He took off his gloves and rubbed his rough hands on his moleskin coat to wipe off the sweat.

Niki nudged Harry next to him with his elbow.

"We...we'd like to ask you for a favor," Harry said honestly.

"Hahaha, if I can help it." As soon as Hagrid opened the door, Fang ran out to get some fresh air. "Come in, it's warm in there... As long as you're not breaking the school rules, Harry."

The fact that this honest and simple giant wizard could maintain this character after experiencing the darkest era was enough for Nietzsche to admire him. Sometimes he really felt that Hagrid and Mrs. Hudson were a good match.

One is rough but meticulous in his work, the other is meticulous in his thinking.

Maybe few people come here usually, which causes many things to be placed in a mess. Nietzsche once again glimpsed the metal parts.

"So, what do you want from me that brought you all the way from the castle?" Hagrid squatted on a wooden block.

"Make something, transform an ordinary person's tool into a magical item." Nietzsche said directly, "Don't rush to refuse, Hagrid, this is not something we do for fun, it concerns the lives of many people."

Harry's eyes widened.

What's going on? He is a man who has trouble watching TV and has no idea what's happening in the outside world.

"This... I'm sorry, it's against the rules to modify Muggle items without permission..." Hagrid was shocked by Nietzsche's words.

"But we haven't violated the school rules. Besides, you actually have a magic modified car in private, right?" Hermione held the wand that slipped from her sleeve and made the parts hanging on the beams float over.

There are brake parts, springs, pedals... they were all wiped clean by Hagrid.

"Okay, okay, keep your voice down!" Hagrid stood up in a panic and accidentally hit his head.

Hell, Harry and Ron came here every now and then and didn't notice anything wrong, but Nietzsche looked at every corner of the room every time he came.

Hagrid first looked into Harry's emerald eyes, then clenched his hands, which were not sure where to put them.

He muttered: "No broomstick can bear my size. It was... Arthur... yes, he recommended it to me. Only Muggle cars can bear my weight... Nietzsche, Harry, I don't want to go to Azkaban..."

Obviously Hagrid misunderstood something. He thought the Slytherin would take advantage of this opportunity to blackmail him.

"As long as you are not a dark wizard, I don't care how many laws you have broken. We just want to figure out how you let magic replace the engine oil and make it work." Nietzsche directed the kettle to brew a cup of tea.

Hagrid held the cup of water in his heavy hands, seemingly unable to feel the scalding temperature.

He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming the purpose of their visit, thinking: That's great, those who can be friends with Harry are all good people, at least I don't have to worry about going to Azkaban.

Hermione, on the other hand, held her head high and looked eager to learn, which made Hagrid feel a little embarrassed.

"Then you have to tell me what you are going to do." He picked up Yaya, his movements as gentle as a girl.

"There are dark wizards committing murders in the outside world. We suspect that this is related to certain families." Nietzsche said, "Ron's father should know something about this matter. If you don't believe it, you can go and ask him."

Ron's father is Arthur Weasley, whom Hagrid just mentioned.

Now he works in the Misuse of Muggle Articles Department of the Ministry of Magic. According to Ron himself, it is a very boring position, but Nietzsche smells an opportunity - he is a rare talent in the wizarding world.

In fact, Hagrid didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

It's okay to let him do some heavy work and feed some magical creatures, but forget it if he lets him give lectures.

"Well, actually wizards can use spells to replace some of the properties of Muggle items, so as to form a kind of... a kind of." Hagrid racked his brains to explain the production process of magic items, "probably like the cycle of an hourglass."

Although he spoke in very general terms, Nietzsche could still understand it.

The reason why the flying broom can move is because of the braking spell. Each different spell is used to complete the original plug-in functions of the motorcycle, so that it can complete the cycle of magic, and the Muggle thing is the basic model of the experiment.

The spring used for buffering is matched with the shock absorbing spell, which can even achieve better shock absorbing effect than the original one...

Nietzsche saw the future.

Then Ron, with his two brothers, came over after asking Theodore Nott from Slytherin.

"Hagrid! You never said you could do these things!" George and Fred suddenly pushed the door open. They seemed to have been eavesdropping at the door for a long time. "Come on, let me see your flying car. My dad never lets us touch it."

"How many other people know?!" Hagrid looked at the three Weasley brothers who came in and was a little overwhelmed.

"No, we are here to help you." Nietzsche recognized the man as George by the difference in the outer contour of his ears. He shouted excitedly, "Let's send those wizards who are full of pure blood to Azkaban!"

"Arthur won't allow this, it's... it's against the law..."

"Not necessarily. Sometimes many laws are assistants to pure-bloods." Hermione suddenly said something that went against her character in the eyes of Ron and others. "It is enough to collect evidence secretly. You only have one chance."

If Arthur used the bug's recording as evidence, then even if the dark wizard involved in the case was arrested, the remaining wizards would be on guard.

They will most likely develop other preventive measures as a result of these gizmos.

"Fred! Don't lose my parts!" Hagrid stopped the Weasley twins and said helplessly, "I will help you, but I will also tell Arthur about this, and you are not allowed to turn Muggle items into dark magic items."

Dark magic items?

That thing is such a waste of wizard talent!

Hagrid said he wanted to tell Arthur the whole thing, and Nietzsche did not stop him. This was a good thing, and the magic eavesdropping device itself was meant to be given to Arthur Weasley, the "Inspector" of the Ministry of Magic.

Ron's father responded quickly, and he replied the next day.

The letter read:

'I already know about the murder of Muggles. I will visit Hogwarts this Saturday to discuss the matter with Dumbledore, and I will come to visit you...

I've been scolded by Molly about Muggle items so much that my ears are callused. So please don't spread the word. I'm not making magic items. I'm just studying how Muggles can live without magic.'

This is also a disguised form of agreement.

"Then let us get started and get everything into Mr. Weasley's hands before Saturday."

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table and gave orders with a smile.

Volume 1: Chapter 58: Quirrell in Search of Greatness and Freedom

There was some bad news for Harry before Saturday: Snape became a Quidditch referee.

So now he has less time to play with his friends because of Quidditch training. If it were in the past, Ron would definitely be annoyed about this, but now he has found something to do - helping George and Fred.

After Nietzsche returned to school, it wasn't long before he had to go to Quirrell's cram school.

"Professor, how about Christmas gifts?" Nietzsche said impatiently after arriving at the office.

"I am very satisfied. It is thoughtful..." Quirrell spread his arms to the sides, revealing his wrists. "For this, I... I even changed into a new set of clothes. The cuffs are shorter than those of ordinary wizard robes."

On his left wrist is an exquisite watch.

Mechanical watches, therefore, will not be affected by the wizard's magic and do not require any unnecessary decoration. Just by looking at the gears operating underneath the hollow dial, you can discover the simplest mechanical beauty.

"I think wizards don't know the abilities of Muggles. They can control a component to the size of a hair, and the precision of each gear is so perfect." Quirrell laughed, "At least I won't be late for work."

This kind of cold, regular, rational beauty is very suitable for a Ravenclaw like Quirrell.

As for the price... Nietzsche himself didn't know. He asked Mycroft to bring it from the Diogenes Club and just said he wanted to give it to a professor.

"Ordinary people have no magic, so they devote their life's energy to one of these industries." Nietzsche's words are meaningful, "Because they are not controlled by their own hearts, they are free."

Quirrell looked up at the sky outside the window with longing, and seemed to be touched.

Freedom means being free from control, which is a very expensive thing for Quirinus.

Now his master, Voldemort, doesn't even have the energy to talk to people in person. He can only shrink into this body and handle everything through instructions and mental supervision.

"Then...how should wizards gain freedom?" Quirrell asked wistfully.

In other words, how could he escape from this hopeless situation, where he was controlled by Voldemort because he wanted respect, but he also wanted to be free because the answer had always been in his hands.

But he had to keep his emotions...

"Wizards have always been free, they just choose to close their eyes." Nietzsche whispered tentatively, "Look! Look at our research, this is strong proof!"

What black magic.

Standard spells act directly on objects. Because of this principle, standard spells appear very convenient.

"Oh?" Quirrell said with interest, "Another branch besides the Dark Arts?"

Nietzsche never fought a battle without preparation. He vowed:

"I've finished reading The Most Toxic Magic. The core of black magic requires us wizards to transfer malice to others... We want people to die, we want people to be controlled by us, we want people to be stung by wasps."

"But it is the standard spells that best reflect the essence of magic - we use magic to create light and heat, we use magic to move objects to other places... It is magic that makes us wizards, not emotions."

The most difficult magic to learn today is Transfiguration.

Because this involves the wizard's imagination and cognition of things, it is the wizard himself, not the subject, who prevents Transfiguration from being further improved.

"Like...what if I strike first?" Nietzsche's hand trembled, he took out his wand, and twisted Quirrell's arm with the strangulation curse, "I don't need to transmit the magic power with malicious intent to you."

He only needs the magic power to directly affect the target.

To put it bluntly, this is what Nietzsche came up with through comparisons in several battles. Some evil curses and poisonous spells require hitting... strangulation does not require it, because magic exists between all things.

"Not...not a bad idea." Quirrell snapped his fingers with his other hand, offsetting the magic acting on himself.

"You see, this is magic! It exists between everything!" Nietzsche casually summoned a feather pen, "Isn't the use of the flying spell more than just bringing things back?"

Quirrell listened carefully, staring intently at the student in front of him.

Those quills, vellum, and ink bottles were like planets, slowly rotating around Nietzsche, each maintaining a relative distance.

"You remind me of a professor I met while traveling. Muggles call that course..." Quirrell stammered and smiled, "Asteroid Dynamics."

Accio is one of the most ancient spells of wizards.

When a Muggle's belongings are suddenly lost, they can only be replaced or purchased again, but a wizard only needs to concentrate to make the things in his memory fly in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I haven't studied astronomy yet." Nietzsche noticed that the professor was looking at him, so he said awkwardly.

"If... I remember correctly... we mentioned a word in that class - singularity." Quirrell smiled, "From the Muggle's... perspective, we are... connecting the anchored object with the magical gravitational singularity."

Is there something Nietzsche doesn't know?

Quirrell seemed very satisfied with his idea and was showing off the knowledge he had gained at the cost of his age. As a Ravenclaw, he was too enthusiastic about every fantasy about magic.

Of course, this is just from a Muggle perspective.

And magic is indeed as Nietzsche said - it is invisible, without a fixed shape or volume.

That afternoon, Nietzsche was taught a brief lesson on asteroid dynamics by a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It sounded so... No wonder Quirrell was ostracized by other wizards when he was young.

The genius that transcends his time was perfectly manifested in him.