Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Yes, Snape was not wrong. The first-year Gryffindors were still ignorant, but the group of old lions had already ignored the guest of honor seats and walked over to the Slytherin side!

"Believe me, the process of making a magic car is not as...difficult as you think. Wizards have the ability to make a broom fly, so what is an ordinary car?" Nietzsche's voice deeply attracted them.

In Nietzsche's view, the flying broom is merely a prop for Quidditch, and it is enough to have commemorative significance representing the history of wizards.

A flying car is not a big deal, but what if it is combined with the Untraceable Extension Charm?

"You really look just like what's written in the Daily Prophet." Theodore complained, "The most Muggle wizard, the killer of the Muggle Prime Minister..."

He gave a series of titles.

Some of these are frivolous descriptions of Nietzsche, and some are the products of conspiracy theories.

Nietzsche himself disagreed, saying contemptuously, "I can guarantee that today's wizards are just kept in captivity and have not really used what they are good at. Maybe wizards could have come up with some other magic stuff a long time ago."

Everyone seems to be able to immerse themselves in the 'perfect world' described by Nietzsche.

Perhaps wizards themselves can use Muggle items to become more convenient, and they can apply the magic they are good at to every corner.

Look at Quirrell after he leaves the magical world. He looks like a real wizard.

"I used to like making those things." Gilderoy suddenly appeared next to the Slytherin table. After signing for those students, he immediately ran over because there were more people here.

And he is the kind of person who is naturally dazzling in the crowd.

"For example?" Nietzsche asked.

"Like...haha, those little Muggle things are too complicated. It was all a long time ago, I can't remember them clearly."

Snape sat in the guest of honor seat, feeling a little pleased as he watched Gilderoy laughing awkwardly. He suddenly felt that Nietzsche was a little more pleasing to his eyes, but only 'a little'.

He was very disgusted with people who just arrived and acted like peacocks.

"Well, why don't we just go and see the flying car with our own eyes?" Lockhart clapped his hands and drew the attention of the people around him again.

Nietzsche bit the licorice wand and squinted his eyes in thought.

Hermione saw this action and she mourned in her heart for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, because this meant that Nietzsche wanted to use something to achieve a goal again.

In fact, Hermione was absolutely right!

"Really? But I heard that the car was almost destroyed by the Whomping Willow, with only parts left on the ground, and I don't know where the rest went..." Nietzsche pretended to be a good student.

"You must be kidding. This kind of thing can be repaired easily. I'll take you to find it when the time comes!" Gilderoy waved his hand and said this with a solemn oath. Then he returned to his seat under the surprised gazes of the students.

The other professors didn't know what he said to make those students so happy.

Snape stood next to Hagrid with the plate in his hand. The latter immediately hung his head in grievance and changed seats with the former.

"Do you know who he is?" Snape's cold voice made Gilderoy shudder.

"I know...I know." He was a little surprised. "A genius, just like me back then. Don't worry, Severus, you don't have to worry that I will suppress such students. On the contrary, I like them very much..."

"Worried?" Snape said calmly. "I just hope you don't do anything stupid."

He was more worried that people like Gilderoy would be eaten up by Nietzsche without leaving anything behind.

But then again, why did Snape care about what he did? He just wanted Nietzsche to be more obedient, so he wanted to find out something in advance so that he could respond in time if something happened.

For example, this time, the first to react were the Weasley family.

Because on the next day, Ron received a screaming letter from his mother.

Slytherin had no classes in the morning, so Nietzsche slept until noon and heard about this from Hermione. She laughed three times in a gloating manner while talking about it.

"Oh, you're up just now. You really deserve to be second in the grade." Hermione said as she took out her timetable.

This year's courses will be twice as many as last year.

"Why are you so proud? If you keep talking about grades, I'll eat at another place. If Snape didn't do it on purpose..." Nietzsche's sleepiness was immediately dispelled by her stimulation.

"What on purpose?" Snape's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Nietzsche froze, with only his mouth chewing mechanically, while Hermione laughed even more happily, seeming to be even happier than when she told Ron about receiving the Howler letter.

She lowered her head and concentrated on enjoying the classes that Gryffindor and Slytherin were taking at the same time.

"Holmes, you must say 'Dean' outside of class. Secondly, because you disrespect the professor, Slytherin will deduct one point." Snape threw his cloak and left without looking back.

Very good, Slytherin was the first to be deducted the first point.

"Why would he target students from his own college?" Nietzsche felt puzzled.

"That's called fairness." Hermione smiled proudly, "I advise you to follow the rules this semester, otherwise you will also receive a Howler Letter... For example, relying on Gilderoy Lockhart to find the flying car..."

Nietzsche leisurely spread butter between two slices of bread, and then stuffed it into her mouth while she was talking.

"Wrong, my father and the others would never do that."

"Well...but..."

By the time Hermione swallowed a big mouthful of buttered bread, Nietzsche had already run away, so she could only look at his back with hatred.

Slytherin's first class on Monday was Herbology, which they attended with Ravenclaw students in the afternoon. Not far away, near the city wall, there was a willow tree wrapped in bandages, which looked sicker than last year.

Lockhart was holding a few parts and looking at them curiously.

"Good afternoon!" His turquoise robe was spotless, and he had a smile on his face that was praised in Witch Weekly. "I have been looking for the flying car this morning after Professor Sprout and I treated the Whomping Willow."

Nietzsche found that Professor Sprout's patched clothes and the cracks between his fingernails were covered with dirt and bark fragments.

The outside of Lockhart's boots were clean. Obviously, he was lying. It was not so much that he said "together" but rather that Lockhart watched the professor busy from beginning to end.

"He seems to have annoyed Professor Sprout." Kitty whispered to Theodore.

He is Anthony Goldstein, a pureblood, and he and Theodore have a good chat...

"If you are done, please go back." The professor didn't even look at him. He just handed out earmuffs to the students and said with a little anger in his tone, "Today's topic is Mandrake. Follow me to the third greenhouse!"

Just as Nietzsche was about to go in, Lockhart stopped him.

He glanced at Professor Sprout, who did not turn back, and then closed the door after the second to last person entered the greenhouse, leaving Nietzsche outside, without any regard for his feelings, which was very self-righteous.

"Let's talk, just for two minutes."

Lockhart's teeth gleamed white in the sunlight.

"Professor, it's time for class..." Nietzsche raised the watch on his wrist and said calmly, "Two minutes, one hundred and twenty seconds, start counting from...now."

"It's about the car!"

Volume 1: Chapter 87: The Ridiculous Story of the Ridiculous Teacher

Lockhart seemed to have some ideas about the destination of the flying car.

"I asked Harry Potter, the car actually escaped to the Forbidden Forest... I know you want to try the sweetness of being famous, right? I understand... But seeing that you are so smart, I can help you."

"I know, that's all the bullshit that the Daily Prophet says, it's nothing compared to the award for the most charming smile in a row, Nietzsche, I have to say, flying cars are indeed a good idea!"

Nietzsche was standing outside the greenhouse, just listening to him chattering on for a long time.

It took him a while to comprehend what Lockhart meant: he seemed to have mistakenly believed that he wanted to become famous with a flying car, like Ron and Harry.

But he was not sure, after all, this was too absurd, so Nietzsche could only express his delight.

"Professor, do you think this is a good idea too?" He didn't know what was in the other person's mind, so he could only go along with the words.

"You are worthy of being called a 'smart' student by Professor Flitwick." Lockhart thought that he and his student had the same idea. "In fact, it is very difficult to maintain international fame, so..."

He shrugged and looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Yes, Nietzsche and Harry Potter reminded him, and Lockhart felt that he should be more... um... how to describe it? More unconventional?

That's right, he discovered yesterday that this image seemed to be more popular among young people.

"Ahaha, I just think that flying cars should be known to more people." Nietzsche said, "Of course, if the professor likes it, I can actually recommend other models of cars, some of which may be more suitable for you."

Who cares? As long as I can get the flying car, I’ll be fine.

Although Quirrell always looked down on Lockhart, the other party's identity was always a huge advantage for Nietzsche, especially the Order of Merlin, Class 3... Nietzsche needed to make use of the right to speak that he held.

"For example, that golden convertible sports car...the professor will definitely like the feeling of clouds blowing past his body." Nietzsche said sincerely.

"There are different styles?!" Lockhart was surprised for a moment, then he laughed even more happily, "That's great, Nietzsche, I didn't expect that we would have some common topics. You are much better than Harry."

Nietzsche did not say anything, but just stood there and smiled politely.

Very good, perfect! Lockhart's feelings about the magic car were on his side, because the other party had no reason not to like it - it was fancy enough, and the sturdy body could also defend against the attack of the Whomping Willow.

For a wizard who likes to travel around, this is perfect.

At this time, Professor Sprout rushed out of the greenhouse angrily, grabbed Nietzsche's shoulders and dragged him inside.

"Professor Lockhart, you wasted five minutes of Potter's time in the morning, and now you want to replace him with someone else in the afternoon?" She pushed Nietzsche into the classroom and immediately closed the door. "You still have to teach someone else later."

Professor Sprout doesn't want such a person to deceive the good students of the school.

He has been like that since he was a student, and now that he has finally been promoted to professor, there has been no change at all, which makes her very annoyed. It seems as if Headmaster Dumbledore really hired him because of his smiling face.

"Hmph, next time he comes to you, you'd better treat him like a mandrake." said the professor angrily.

"Isn't he quite famous?" Nietzsche asked.

"But no one here likes his temper. Lockhart has loved talking nonsense since he was a child..." Sprout couldn't help but say a few more words, "In this case, it would be better to let Snape be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

When the professor took Nietzsche to the door of the third greenhouse, he asked him to put on his earmuffs first because they were already starting to repot the mandrake.

This time, the herbal medicine class was much more difficult.

When the mandrakes are repotted, they will cry out, and the sound can cause great harm to people and cause coma.

But even with magic earmuffs, they would still twist their bodies madly when they were pulled out of the mud, throwing mud everywhere... just like parents lifting a warm quilt on a cold morning.

"Look, Draco is much more obedient now..." Hubble said to Nietzsche while wearing protective glasses.

"what?"

But Nietzsche could only see his mouth moving, but could not hear any sound. There was only a weak processed cry in his ears, so he yelled back at the top of his lungs.

"I say! Draco will never dare to cause trouble again!" Hubble stared and roared loudly, his whole face flushed red.

As he spoke, he pointed to the corner of the third greenhouse.

Now Nietzsche finally understood what he meant.

He saw Draco Malfoy listlessly pulling the mandrake's 'hair' and stuffing it into the pit that had been dug long ago. Sometimes the mandrake would resist, but he would pick up the shovel and hit it hard.

The rough action made Professor Sprout walk over. She seemed to know about the changes in the Malfoy family, so she patiently demonstrated it to him again.

"But I think he is holding back a lot of anger!" Nietzsche saw all his actions.

"What?" Hubble opened his mouth blankly, revealing his toothless mouth.

"I say! Draco is more irritable than before!!" He almost put his mouth on his friend's earmuffs.

"If my family went bankrupt, I'd be even more cranky than he is."

The mandrake in Nietzsche's hand was also very naughty. Its two legs kicked down hard, forcing Nietzsche to take out his magic wand, use his magic power to pinch the body of the mandrake, and forcefully stuff it into the basin.

Standard spells are really convenient...

When the get out of class was over, it seemed that the last person to leave was no longer Nietzsche, but Draco.

He raised his tired face, smiled at the people around him, and motioned for them to leave first: "I...I need to learn something more. Professor Snape has assigned me a lot of tasks today."

"Okay, kid...it'll all be fine..." Professor Sprout comforted.

Nietzsche had just walked out of the greenhouse and was planning to go to the Forbidden Forest to tease Smaug, but not long after he walked out of the Clock Square, he was pulled under a tree by Daphne.

She was sneaky and looked back from time to time to see if anyone was following her.

"What did you do during your summer vacation?" Daphne stared in disbelief, "Do you know that many purebloods associated with Malfoy have suffered serious losses? My family is planning to cancel the marriage."

For a moment there was an uncontrollable joy that exploded from her heart like a broadsword mine.

Because it happened so fast, she still hasn't recovered from it and is more shocked.

"Aha, it seems that the only family in the wizarding world that truly owns territory is the Malfoy family. Many of you are about to cry now, right?" Nietzsche had long guessed that this day would come.

"But you never said you would let the purebloods fall into such danger!" Daphne didn't know what to say for a moment.

Sad? After all, the family is even poorer.

But at least now she doesn't have to worry about her father sending her or her sister to the Malfoy family personally. After all, it is a very unprofitable deal at the moment.

"But you are free now." Nietzsche broke free from her pull, swung his arms, and walked towards the forbidden forest.