Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

He randomly picked out a few test papers from the collected papers, but was not satisfied with the results. When he turned over Nietzsche's paper, he was even more surprised.

"After testing Gryffindor yesterday, I changed the questions to multiple-choice questions, but I didn't expect that even so, someone among you would get zero points!" Lockhart stuffed the test paper under the table with a very strange expression.

It's a good joke that some people got zero points on the multiple-choice questions.

"Mr. Holmes, how could you perfectly miss all the correct answers?"

"I don't know." Nietzsche's facial muscles twitched slightly.

"In a sense, it should be full marks... because you deliberately excluded the correct answer, right?" Lockhart said, "My ideal gift would be 'magicians and non-magicians living in peace'."

Nietzsche said nothing, but just listened to the other party's exaggerated performance in silence.

He suddenly thought that he should change his plan. After all, this professor didn't look like a man with rich experience.

But Lockhart was not at a loss, he did remember the contents of the book, but deliberately not choosing the correct option was his way of expressing his protest... If it was a multiple-choice question, he would deliberately write the opposite.

"I know this method can indeed attract my attention, but next time... you'd better not use it again, okay? Well, our first lesson is about the Forbidden Forest!"

Lockhart patted Nietzsche on the shoulder and said a few words earnestly.

This is a good seedling, maybe he doesn't want to waste time...Lockhart thought to himself.

"Forbidden Forest?" Theodore jumped up from his chair. "Isn't it the Cornish elves?!"

He felt his eyes go dark. You know, after hearing the news from Gryffindor, he immediately started looking for information and planned to perform well in front of the new professor, but...

屮!

The smile on Lockhart's face froze for a moment, then he stood up to explain.

"That's what I originally thought, but last time there was only one Miss Granger in the whole classroom who could handle it, so I changed my mind... Well, I happen to know what dark creatures are in the Forbidden Forest."

This is a lie~

Some of the little snakes who got along well with Gryffindor, such as Nietzsche, knew that his wand was thrown out of the window by the elf.

In fact, it was precisely because Lockhart was unable to deal with the Cornish elves that he decided to try another method, while also appearing to be "different".

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Draco said sarcastically, standing at the door.

He didn't seem to remember what happened to him in the Forbidden Forest. On the contrary, Daphne remembered some of it and seemed somewhat resistant to this proposal.

"Great! I'll give you a signed photo. You're welcome." Lockhart took out a photo from his arms, ignored Draco's disgusted look, and put it directly in his pocket.

Therefore, the content of Slytherin's first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson was changed from Cornwall to a trip to the Forbidden Forest.

Volume 1: Chapter 90 Lockhart Wants to Cooperate

At times, Nietzsche seriously doubted whether Smaug was harassing these Acromantulas on a regular basis.

So much so that these giant spiders can shout out its name with a similar sound, as if these giant spiders are guarding their own "Lonely Mountain" with all their might... although Nietzsche did not see any gold buried here.

But from Quirrell's perspective, he was lucky because the fire dragon just burned down the hunting ground and then left.

"It was a great adventure. We rescued a flying car from a group of Acromantulas," Professor Lockhart wiped the sweat and dust off his face with his sleeve. "Don't worry, I will record everything."

Of course, it was the great Lockhart who turned the tide.

Nietzsche saw the huge shadow through the flames - in just one year, Smaug's body had grown to the height of an adult fire dragon.

The other young wizards ignored Lockhart's laughter. They were already scared silly. They were just a little bit away... After the squeezed bodies of the eight-eyed giant spiders were burned to charcoal ashes, they were not as disgusting as at the beginning.

"This way...Okay, everyone go back." Lockhart stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and waved to the others.

Malfoy, holding his pockets tightly, left first. The wizards planned to take a bath first, or tell their friends about today's trip to the Forbidden Forest.

"Anything else?" Lockhart noticed that there was a student who had no intention of leaving.

"Professor, this is what you planned, right?" Nietzsche sat on the trunk of the car, swinging his legs. "You found the trace of the car in advance, and brought us to the Forbidden Forest just to help you..."

And the path that Lockhart took was actually the product of a magic car running rampant.

Lockhart turned his back to him, touched his wand with his right hand, lowered his head and thought for a while before putting it back to his waist. When he turned around again, his signature smile was on his face again.

"But this is just a side note..." he said, "Look, haven't the students also learned how to deal with the Acromantula?"

As for whether anyone has learned the spider-repelling spell, Nietzsche doesn't know, but he can guarantee that his classmates will definitely not step into the land that looks like white cotton wool again.

For example, they will learn that such places are usually the territories of the eight-eyed giant spiders.

"Based on your performance and outstanding ability, I decided to promote you to be my assistant... What do you think?" Lockhart showed a very generous look and continued, "I also know that you care about this guy very much."

He patted the roof, but the magic car rudely popped open its door and knocked Lockhart to the ground.

"Really?" Nietzsche pretended to be very happy. "That's great. I've always wanted to make a flying car."

I didn't expect Professor Lockhart to come to my door himself.

So, the two of them became partners temporarily, at least until the flying car was repaired.

Lockhart was secretly delighted. He had never thought that he would become the founder of the magic flying car after coming to Hogwarts. Nietzsche was complaining about the professor's narcissism and stupidity.

"So you got close to him like that?" At noon the next day, Hermione sat on the slope beside the Black Lake, watching Nietzsche roll up his trouser legs and catch fish in the shallow water with the Flying Curse. "You and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor really get along well."

Professor Quirrell was the same at the time, and he only had a good relationship with Nietzsche.

"Hey! What did you say to Snape... He gave you an 'O'!" Nietzsche shouted, "Mirror Carp Fly Over!"

Then a mirror carp weighing nearly 61 kg leaped out of the Black Lake. Its slippery scales made it slip through Nietzsche's hands and hit him directly in the face.

And this fish didn't even fill up Hagrid's bucket. It was really the omnipotent Stretching Spell.

"It should be Professor Snape~" Hermione corrected.

"I won't. He can't hear me now."

"Who knows?" Hermione grinned, "Maybe he can hear it from a student who is good at Potions... By the way, do you think this is Professor Snape's purpose?"

"Traitor of Gryffindor!" Nietzsche controlled the iron barrel to float up and walked up from the shore.

"What about you, Slytherin traitor!"

Two "college traitors" came to the centaur tribe deep in the forbidden forest with gifts.

Smaug was coiled at the bottom of a huge deep pit. When he found Nietzsche, he ran over, flapping his wings slightly, and then knocked him over with his ferocious horns. Nietzsche then lay on the ground and stroked his head.

Hermione beside her suddenly giggled.

"It seems Miss Smaug missed you..." She smiled.

"Miss?" Nietzsche noticed something was wrong.

"Don't you know yet? Smaug is a female fire dragon."

However, Nietzsche didn't have any idea. He just kicked over the iron bucket and poured out the fat and fresh water fish. When he saw Hermione's shocked eyes, his face immediately fell.

Yes, that look in Hermione's eyes said: 'I never thought you were like this.'

"Smaug is just a dragon!" Nietzsche said, patting the dragon's head. "I heard you like burning down the nest of the Acromantula? Come on... You did a great job yesterday!"

Smaug stared at the fish on the ground and ate it with relish, and just nodded as if he understood.

Although it didn't understand much, at least it now knew one thing - Nietzsche, the little biped, liked to let it play in the spiders' territory just like the centaurs.

"In fact, their IQ is about the same as that of a pony," Hermione reminded, "so they can experience a lot, such as... pleasure. I've read a book about dragons, and they're similar to dolphins."

Under such straightforward teasing, Nietzsche took a few steps back and moved away from the fire dragon.

"Your ears are red," said Hermione.

Nietzsche knew nothing, he just wanted to thank Smaug.

The two of them played with Smaug for a while before rushing back to class. Although they were just playing, they were actually practicing controlling fire...but Nietzsche was not as interested today as before.

Perhaps it was what Hermione said, because no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this Norwegian Ridgeback was quite...beautiful?

No, no, no, this is impossible. It must be Hermione who is disturbing herself on a psychological level.

In the following days, Nietzsche began to tolerate Lockhart's narcissism, tinkering with the car in his spare time, while on the other hand, he had to continue his research from last semester with Professor Flitwick.

But because there were too many courses and homework, Nietzsche gave Professor Flitwick some advice during the Charms class on Friday afternoon.

"I can set aside half a period in the Charms class to conduct experiments on 'Standard Spells and the Nature of Magic'." He whispered to the professor sitting on the podium in front of him.

"But...but what about your lessons?" said Flitwick.

He has always been relatively lenient with students, and even Malfoy rarely says anything bad about this half-blood goblin.

"Please forgive me for saying this, but this is the truth... In fact, I already know most of the standard spells, and the second half of the class is completely our free practice time, and it does not delay our experiments."

Flitwick thought about it and realized that this was the case.

Every time after he finished teaching the spells and precautions, he would leave plenty of time for the students to practice.

All he had to do was correct his students' mistakes, which was not a big deal for Flitwick. He could perfect Quirrell's theory with Nietzsche while guiding others...

"But you must use the spells you have learned in front of me." Flitwick nodded and agreed.

Looking at the studious student in front of him, he sighed. Who would have thought that the once timid and cowardly student would give him such a big gift on Christmas?

Maybe he had already thought about that day.

The thick notebook automatically flipped open in front of the professor. He glanced at the research content that followed the levitation spell, which was probably related to the illumination spell.

It says - Burning, Light and Light Sword.

Volume 1: Chapter 91: Lightsaber Project

Professor Flitwick, of course, had no idea that Quirrell was still alive.

There are two reasons why Quirrell gave Flitwick his research results from last year:

Firstly, no matter what happened to him later, his and Nietzsche's journey in magic would not be disturbed; secondly, Flitwick was once a duelling champion and could use standard magic to the extreme.

This shortcoming is caused by age and experience and has nothing to do with talent.

"Illumination?" Professor Flitwick quickly grasped the point. "So your starting point is the precaution of the Illumination Charm - be careful not to burn your wand when using it."

When it comes to spells, he is a true expert and a walking textbook.

When talking about the lighting spell, we have to mention its danger - it is simple, but requires concentration. If the wand is accidentally ignited, it will cause permanent damage.

"Yes, now we can be sure that the light source produced by the illumination spell is the product of energy movement..." Nietzsche explained, "You can think of it as the magic power causing friction between things that we cannot see with our naked eyes."

"Then why don't you change the target to the fire spell?"

"Because the essence of the Fire Spell is a summoning spell... just like the Fiery Spell, we are just summoning, which is far less convenient than the Illumination Spell - what we need is a lightsaber, not a fire sword."

Flitwick glanced at his students who were practicing spells, and after making sure that none of them needed help at the moment, he immediately took out his wand.

"Lumos~"

"Sunshine!"

The professor first placed his palm on the tip of the wand and swept it back and forth. He could clearly feel the heat, and then he moved a little closer to the tip of the wand, and his palm was actually pricked.

Incredible... a very novel feeling.

"Waste paper is flying."

Nietzsche carefully carried the brown paper closer to the buzzing ball of light. As he expected, the paper immediately turned into ashes due to the heat released by the ball of light.

It was hard to imagine that this was caused by the Illumination Charm... Flitwick jumped up from the chair he had made of books.

"I'm so stupid! Really... I should have thought that if the Illuminating Charm is not controlled properly, it will catch fire on the wand!" The professor flicked his wrist and quickly chanted the Wand Extinguishing Charm. "So you want to turn this into a weapon?"

"Using magic to constrain the shape of plasma requires very subtle control," Nietzsche nodded.

The wand is a 'tool' for wizards, but it is not dispensable.

To put it in terms that wizards can understand, the wand is an amplifier or transformer. It is the "Industrial Revolution" in the wizarding world.

A powerful wizard can cast spells with a wand and without a wand to produce completely different effects on the same spell.

"I understand. You want to use magic to constrain... that... the movement space of plasma." Flitwick glanced at the notebook and said in a daze, "But I can't guarantee whether it can achieve the expected results."

It was not difficult for Professor Flitwick to just change the shape of the light.

But what he cared about was practicality - if it could only reach the strength of a fire spell, then at most it would just provide wizards with an additional means of close protection.

"There's no need to worry about that. As long as you succeed, I guarantee there will be a way to raise the temperature," Nietzsche vowed.

You have to know that there is a Professor Quirrell who serves as a consultant outside. If the wizard does not know the solution to this difficult problem, he can just go to Cambridge University to consult some professors. I believe those professional experts will be interested in this.