Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"This... this is different. I thought you would find a way to become stronger, so that my father would be willing to let me be your subordinate." Daphne chased after him, "If my family had a few more people now, we would be almost the same as Weasley."

At that time, she might even go to a second-hand bookstore to buy a book that someone else has used.

"How can you think that one person can surpass a family that has been passed down for thousands of years in a short period of time?" Nietzsche said the truth directly, "I just brought everyone to the same starting line... This is fair."

He couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up for his wit.

Although Hermione's trick didn't work on him, it was very suitable for fighting back against others.

Daphne pondered over the meaning of his words, not really knowing what Nietzsche meant by the starting line... freedom... was this preparing her to break away from the family completely?

After much thought, she still couldn't predict Nietzsche's next move.

"So you have a solution?"

"I think the flying car made by Ron's father is quite interesting, what do you think?" Nietzsche replied.

"Wait...wait a minute, this is against the Statute of Secrecy and the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Act." Daphne didn't expect him to be so bold. "Don't forget the relationship between the Ministry of Magic and the pure-bloods. They won't let it go..."

However, could Nietzsche not have thought of what she had thought of?

"Yes, if it's just me, of course I will ban it, but what if most people like flying cars?"

The Ministry of Magic is ultimately a government of wizards. In order to maintain the stability of the wizarding world, it is sometimes inevitable to make some concessions and sacrifices. And isn't it true that laws need to be constantly improved?

For example, the magic telephones and magic radios in the magic world...

Of course, Nietzsche would have believed that Professor Lockhart's next book would be a hit.

He had already prepared a name, but it was initially called "My Long Journey with the Flying Car."

(Hehehe, thanks to all the book friends for their strong support. Fox found himself on some best-selling list for no apparent reason.)

Volume 1: Chapter 89 He is actually a coward

(This chapter and the next one are in reverse order... sorry)

Hagrid was confused.

When did the Forbidden Forest become a classroom?

He looked at the dozen or so little wizards and the leader Lockhart, feeling very confused and his mind was empty. He didn't know what to say for a moment... Although school rules forbid students from entering the Forbidden Forest, what if it is part of the class?

"Okay, I'm very familiar with the Forbidden Forest..." Lockhart assured, patting his chest.

"Really?" Hagrid confirmed again.

"That's right, I know the way. I just want to show them some little things like Hinky Punk."

Then, without waiting for Hagrid's reply, Lockhart said "It's class time" and led the students into the Forbidden Forest.

This place is still quite unfamiliar to most people, but Nietzsche looked around and found that many small branches were broken and some bushes seemed to have been crushed by something.

But this time, Nietzsche did not find as much Pu Rongrong as last year.

“This reminds me of the days of ‘Wandering with the Werewolves’…” he panted, holding onto a cane as he passed through a swampy area, “This is where the hinkypunks lived.”

But Draco ignored him and just squatted down, pulling out some plants from under the roots of some trees.

Nietzsche noticed some dirt on the edge of his pocket, but soon he stopped staring at Draco, because as Professor Lockhart went deeper, the original path became gradually wider.

The ground began to take on a pale white color and felt sticky to walk on, while the surrounding trees began to turn black, as if they had been burned by fire.

There were several explosions and rumbles not far away.

'He is the one who is most afraid.' Nietzsche suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Lockhart's purpose was not to let students see some dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest, but to find the flying car safely.

Of course, the Forbidden Forest is so dangerous, how can he solve it alone?

"Aha, what a surprise!" Lockhart exclaimed in surprise.

He asked the students to pull away the bushes and found a Muggle car in a white depression. Black smoke was coming out of its engine, its wheels were spinning on the ground, and there were many spider webs and transparent mucus on the car doors.

There were several huge spiders under the wheels of the car.

"Those spiders are giant acromantula. It seems that the venom has no effect on Muggle cars." Lockhart's eyes were shining, and he felt very safe just by looking at them.

The headlights flickered, and it was like a knight standing on the corpse of an enemy.

"Professor...Professor, should we leave?" Goyle hid behind a tree, shivering.

"Don't be so scared. Look! Aren't all those spiders dead?" Lockhart smiled happily and walked proudly on the white land.

It was then that Nietzsche discovered that the ground was not naturally white, but soft and sticky because spiders had spread two layers of fallen leaves on the hard ground, and then wove their webs in the gaps between the leaves.

He used his wand to pick up the leaves, and many spiders immediately emerged from underneath, causing some witches to scream.

"Professor, danger!" Nietzsche shouted.

"Mr. Holmes, don't make such a fuss. Come to think of it, you should be very familiar with Muggle cars." Lockhart thought the student was talking about the flying car, so he slowly approached the car.

What about the burnt trees Nietzsche saw before? Could it be that Hagrid used fire to prevent the spiders from spreading?

It's not impossible.

"No, this is a giant spider's trap, and that car is the prey!" Nietzsche spat on the ground and shouted while standing at the edge of the bushes.

“But they are already dead.”

"But the sound of the engine and the vibration of the spider web will attract other spiders... Keep your head down! Get out of here!" Nietzsche immediately threw out a red light, "Break into pieces!"

Lockhart was a little confused. Just as he opened his mouth, some transparent mucus with a fishy smell dripped onto his head. Then, he saw the spider's body falling from the air and hitting the ground.

To be precise, it should be half...because its body was cut into two halves by Nieji using the Cutting Spell.

The professor raised his head stiffly and found that the remaining half of the giant spider was still hanging in the air. It was very strange. The internal organs and mucus made him lie on the ground and vomit out what he had eaten at noon.

The sky darkened, not because it was dark but because the gaps in the treetops were obscured.

Countless spiders crawled over from all directions. It was hard to imagine how many prey could be caught in such a large pit. This was their hunting ground.

"Restored to its original state~" Nietzsche restored most of the car's 'injuries'.

The dented doors and hood were repaired and then returned to their original places along with the tiny screws. Although it could not be completely restored due to the lack of parts, at least it could be seen that this was an old Ford.

It honked a few times, then increased its horsepower and rushed out from the slope of the pit.

"Thank...you..." The car adjusted the stereo and used different voices to form a word of thanks.

"Wuhu, get out of here!" Lockhart took a few deep breaths and got into the car immediately. Goyle, Crabbe and others were with him. When they saw the one-meter-tall spider, they could no longer walk.

Those giant spiders hung down from the top of the woods, hanging on spider silk, with bloody mouths.

"Okay, okay... Protect yourself with the Spider Repelling Charm, and follow my lead." After seeing the students' disdainful expressions, Lockhart immediately rolled down the window and stuck his head out, "Arania ExumaI (Spiders make way)!"

A light blue energy spurted out from the tip of the staff, but it only made the giant spiders step back a few steps.

But it was still teaching after all, so Theodore, Daphne and others followed the professor's example. Unfortunately, only a few succeeded...

Nietzsche looked at the hairy stripes on the giant spider's abdomen, raised his wand, and concentrated - you know what to do, increase the output of magic power and expand the range of influence of the spell.

"What kind of spell is this..." Daphne was shocked.

They saw that all the giant spiders within a two-foot radius were crushed, but that was not the end. Soon after, the eight-eyed giant spiders turned into a pool of meat paste, so the cars avoided collisions and just followed Nietzsche slowly forward.

Maybe the claws of the eight-eyed giant spider are as sharp as knives, and maybe they have the strength to lift huge rocks, but all flesh is useless in the face of magic.

A giant spider on the top of the tree jumped down from the air, trying to kill Nietzsche with the venom on its fangs.

But he just shook his wand, chanted a spell and raised his right hand, and then the giant spider stopped in the air and was crushed to death as Nietzsche clenched his fist.

Apparently, thanks to Chilo, his practical experience had not been lost during the summer vacation.

"That's it. Go!" Lockhart's body swayed up and down as the car ran over the giant spider. "Remember, don't panic when you encounter danger. You must know how to use everything around you."

He looked at Nietzsche in front of the car and nodded with satisfaction.

Hey, we are so strong!

But there were too many spiders, and Nietzsche's magic power was almost exhausted. The car had only traveled half the distance. Just as Nietzsche was thinking of a solution, a loud roar was heard from the sky.

The sound carried a dry north wind that swept across the entire forbidden forest. Flames fell from the sky and burned the giant spiders to ashes.

And this flame is his life-saving straw. Nietzsche does not need to summon it. He only needs to control the burning fire to open a path.

"Smaug..." The giant spiders screamed hoarsely, calling out the name in fear as they fled in all directions. Some simply dug up the soil and spider webs and hid underground.

But this was tantamount to digging one's own grave. The flames scorched the earth and directly burned the spiders underground to death.

Lockhart's eyes went dark. He had just passed the giant spider level and had no time to be happy, but now he encountered a giant dragon. Judging from the burning degree of its flames, it was a well-developed fire dragon.

Nietzsche also breathed a sigh of relief. After all this time, he realized that all the traces around were made by Smaug...

Volume 1: Chapter 88 Gilderoy: Let’s go catch the elves~

Lockhart's first class was with Hermione.

This also led to his bad reputation and first impression. On Tuesday afternoon, Nietzsche, who had just finished Transfiguration and Charms classes, heard Hermione's low voice of disgust in the library.

"When he faced the Cornish elves, his first reaction was not to cast wandless spells, but to hide under the table." Hermione's face puffed up with anger.

She contributed the most yesterday.

She was the only one in the room fighting back with poison and banishing spells, and it was just as Quirrell had said at home: Gilderoy Lockhart was a complete fool who wanted to attract attention.

"My wand is broken, otherwise I could have helped..." Ron angrily banged on the table with his wand.

His wand broke in two when the flying car crashed into the Whomping Willow, and even though he reattached it with magic tape, it had no effect.

It's like an electrical wire. If the copper wire inside is broken, it's useless to just repair the insulation layer on the outside.

"So how did you do it?" Nietzsche asked her.

"You didn't attend classes during the summer vacation? Of course..." Hermione stopped in time, then revealed her foxy cunningness, "But I think this is a good practical content, it's better to rely on yourself."

Nietzsche found that his little tricks didn't work.

He was a little angry at first, but then he felt a ridiculous joy in his heart... as if he was happy about Hermione's growth, but this was not the kind of emotion that one would feel between friends.

Forget it... Nietzsche was unable to analyze his strange emotions for a moment.

"But he failed once, so maybe he won't use the Cornish elves anymore." Nietzsche put his hand on her shoulder, "So it doesn't matter whether you say it or not."

Hermione was about to say something when a flash of light interrupted her thoughts.

It was a boy holding a camera hanging around his neck. His arms were thinner than Crabbe and Goyle's necks. When he noticed the two people looking at him, his heart skipped a beat and his breathing quickened.

"I'm Colin Creevey, a first-year Gryffindor," he said timidly. "I'm just taking some pictures."

Who knows what he was thinking...

Colin was looking for Harry Potter at the time, and saw Nietzsche leaning leisurely next to Hermione. The ease and joy created by that unconscious movement could never be imitated deliberately.

"Be careful, if a professor who happens to be in a bad mood sees you, your things will be confiscated," Nietzsche said.

"I hope you're not talking about Professor Snape." Hermione pursed her lips and smiled secretly in her heart.

When the bell rang, Nietzsche calculated the time and ran from the library to the classroom at the last second.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is different: everyone has a framed photo on their desk, and the walls are covered with pictures of Gilderoy Lockhart grinning with his teeth bared;

The whole classroom seemed to have turned into Lockhart's new book launch.

"Okay, students, I see that you have all bought my complete set of works, so I plan to give you a small test first..." Lockhart pointed to the textbook on the table and said with satisfaction, "Don't worry, it won't affect your final grade."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Since it won't have any impact, just fill it in randomly.

Before the test paper was handed to Nietzsche, he actually already had some ideas in his mind: probably about the dark creatures that appeared in the book.

But when he saw the test paper, he almost got angry... Nietzsche crumpled the edges of the test paper and resisted the urge to tear it into pieces. He just felt that he was insulted out of nowhere.

The question above is: In "A Year with the Tibetan Yeti", what color does Lockhart like, not "What color or thing does the Tibetan Yeti like?"

In Wandering with Werewolves, what would be Lockhart's ideal birthday present, other than "what gift would a werewolf not hurt anyone after getting it"

"Do you know when Lockhart's birthday is?"

"I don't know... It's a multiple choice question, just pick one."

After half an hour of murmurs in the classroom, Lockhart finally shouted "Stop writing".