Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The buzzing ball of light began to stretch to about ten centimeters at the tip of Flitwick's wand.

"When wizards first used the illumination spell, they always burned their wands, so they made 'magic lamps' instead." He patiently explained the history of spells.

"Is it the little lantern that Hegarty used?" But Nietzsche quickly refuted himself, "No, there is a flame inside that lantern..."

"That's the everlasting Gulliver Fire, the magic lamp you can see in some wizards' homes," Professor Flitwick continued. "But then the wizards discovered... Do you remember the key point I made last year?"

Nietzsche thought about it. When the professor was teaching this spell, he deliberately emphasized that they should retain some magic power at the tip of the wand to prevent the wand from spontaneously combusting.

That is to say... wizards have always been restrained in lighting spells.

"Under the constraints of magic, the light emitted by the illumination spell will not ignite the wand or the surrounding objects. In other words...it will only become like a flame when you deliberately touch the object."

Flitwick twirled the wand deftly between his fingers, as if he were handling a ten-centimeter-long knife.

The humming sound made by the lightsaber sounded so pleasant to the professor's ears. He held the wand in reverse and slowly thrust it into the table. A gap was immediately cut in the tabletop, and small flames appeared where it made contact.

It looks like the effect is pretty good... Flitwick expressed his admiration for the two's creative ideas.

"Wizards like the elegant kind, but if I had known that the Illumination Charm could be performed like this, I would definitely teach those who laughed at my short stature a lesson," said Flitwick in a shrill voice.

With his youthful agility, he can easily cut off the duelist's legs and make them as tall as himself...

Wait, isn’t this a bit too violent?

Flitwick extinguished his wand and patted his head... He was a Ravenclaw, so why did he think like a Gryffindor lion? But just thinking about it was really satisfying! !

"What if I could find a way to raise the temperature to four thousand degrees, or even tens of thousands of degrees?" Nietzsche excitedly wrote down the key points.

Hum, the killing curse? The Cruciatus Curse?

Sorry, really don't contact him anymore, he is afraid of misunderstanding by the standard spell.

"Let me put it this way... If you can find a way to raise the temperature, then the Illumination Charm can be turned into a controllable Fiendfyre." Flitwick couldn't help but sigh, "At least wizards don't have to worry about backlash."

No wonder Quirinus always mentioned Nietzsche in front of him. If it were him, Flitwick would have wanted to recruit him into his own Ravenclaw.

But he couldn't be so protective of Nietzsche, because the professor knew...it would be too wasteful and too selfish to have someone like Nietzsche Holmes merely as his student (a direct student).

When the get out of class was over, Flitwick seemed unusually happy. Although he was a professor, he was the first to leave the classroom door.

The professor couldn't wait to share his joy with other deans.

"By the way, can you ask Miss Granger to come to my office this Saturday?" Flitwick skipped away from the students and rushed out of the classroom. "You can go visit the Dueling Club."

Nietzsche touched the cut on the table and was so excited that he couldn't hold the pen.

Lightsaber Project - Solved the structure and shape issues... Completed.

The next step is to increase the temperature.

But for this kind of problem, he should just write a letter and ask Professor Quirrell for advice~

Volume 1: Chapter 92 Malfoy Deliberately Picks Trouble

Harry recently gained two more fanatical fans - Ginny Weasley and Colin Creevey.

But for some witches, they would not gossip about Ginny's complicated feelings towards Harry, because things that can be cut out at a glance are never as interesting as exploring them personally...

In simple terms: it’s more interesting to see Nietzsche and Hermione pulling each other.

On Friday afternoon, the Gryffindors, who had just finished their painful Defense Against the Dark Arts, were heading to the basement.

They spent the entire class listening to how Lockhart drove the flying car and killed many monsters in the hunting ground of the eight-eyed giant spider. Although he spoke very well, unfortunately Hermione and others did not believe a word he said.

Ask any Slytherin and you'll know that day was entirely Nietzsche's fault.

"Colin, you should give Harry some space." Hermione found that he always liked to run around with a camera just to take a few pictures of the 'savior'.

"Breathing? But I didn't say not to let him breathe." Colin said blankly, "My father is a milkman, so I thought... to use the camera he gave me to take pictures of those magic. After all, my father doesn't really believe in 'wizards'."

He was busy explaining the reason for taking the photo.

Hermione, who had just come out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and was walking towards the basement, had some evil thoughts in her mind as she listened to Colin's words: Yes, photos will record the existence of wizards.

But she immediately pinched her face and hid her thoughts temporarily.

"I heard from George and Fred that wizards' developing potions can make photos 'come alive'... By the way, do you know of any good jobs?" Colin turned his gaze to Hermione, "I used all my money to buy books."

Because of Harry, he got closer to the Weasley brothers.

Then I learned from them that Gryffindor's "Encyclopedia" is Hermione Granger. If you don't understand anything or need help, just go to her.

"Lockhart's personal photographer?" said Hermione perfunctorily.

"No!" Colin refused in a shrill voice. "Take a picture of him. I'd rather go clean Filch's trophy. Please... Do you want to take a picture with him? Only five knuts will be enough."

He pointed at Nietzsche, who had just walked out of the Transfiguration classroom.

What did poor Colin do wrong? He just wanted his parents to know more about the magical world, but the developing potion was so expensive, which forced Colin Creevey, who came from a proletarian family, to find ways to earn some pocket money.

"Then you might as well go put up a notice, take photos of graduating students or couples..." Hermione held her forehead and quickened her pace.

She could bear the same pain as Harry.

Just dealing with Lavender and Parvati in his own dormitory was annoying enough.

After casually sending Colin away, Hermione went down from the second floor with Nietzsche, carrying a stack of Transfiguration papers. But as soon as she reached the movable staircase, she heard a few curses, and it sounded like Draco and Ron were arguing.

"You Weasleys would rather use Muggle things to frame us... We are wizards! Why would you try to help an outsider!!"

Draco grabbed Ron's collar with his left hand and punched him in the face with his right fist.

Just as he was about to press on with his victory, he caught a glimpse of Nietzsche squeezing to the front of the crowd, and hesitated for the second punch.

"Who the hell is in cahoots with you, bah!"

Ron took advantage of the slow momentum to push the other person away and spat blood foam on his shoes. Ron's right eye was bruised, but even so he didn't cry. He just sniffed and smiled contemptuously.

The mouse, Scabbers, jumped out of his pocket and hid between the legs of the group, looking out.

"You let those greedy Muggles take away my family's land and money...Weasley, look at you, you help them but you can't even afford a new wand!"

Draco limped over to him, squatted down, snatched the wand from his hand and shook it vigorously.

In fact, Draco was not much better, but he was already furious. He ignored Ron's pulling and twisted hard, tearing off the magic tape wrapped around it and throwing the two halves of the wand on the ground.

Ron wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve and put the two wands away.

"Heh, who knows if Malfoy's ancestors used dark magic to cheat the Muggle king of the land." He licked his lips, pointed at Draco's nose and laughed, "Draco, don't even think about cleaning yourself."

"What, you want your father, who is only a school director, to fire me? Come on!"

After saying that, he hit Draco's stomach with his head, grabbed the other's waist with both hands, and threw him to the ground.

Only the school director was left... Draco was angered by this statement.

Ron opened his mouth and bit his hand, then took the opportunity to kick the other's wand aside. Then, the two wizards wrestled with each other like Muggles in front of dozens of people.

Both sides tore at each other's hair and clothes, occasionally biting with their teeth and pushing with their knees...

"Get out of the way!" Harry took out his wand and wanted to go forward to help.

"Don't come, Harry, this is a lesson Weasley taught Malfoy!" Ron gasped and said while enduring the pain.

"Professor, they are still fighting." Filch's voice came from the dungeon. "It's the Weasley and Malfoy children. They ignored my warnings and used magic openly in the corridor, and then fought."

At this time, Nietzsche saw the castle manager Filch, who was hunched over and leading Snape while talking attentively.

Snape looked at the two people fighting on the ground with a stern face. He just raised his wand, and then Ron and Draco were lifted up by invisible hands and hung upside down on the ceiling.

But even if they couldn't touch each other, they would still glare at each other fiercely.

"Ten points will be deducted from each of Gryffindor and Slytherin... Who started it first?" Snape demanded of the onlookers.

"Malfoy was the first to start trouble!" Neville said courageously.

But Snape ignored Neville and Harry and just stared at the remaining Slytherins.

Everyone knew that the dean was trying to deduct more points from Gryffindor, but the people led by Theodore and Hubble saw Nietzsche behind the crowd, so after whispering a few words, they raised their hands.

"We saw with our own eyes that it was Draco who started it first," said Theodore.

"Mr. Nott, are you sure?"

"Pretty sure... Draco and Ron had a falling out first, and then he used magic in the corridor first."

(Nietzsche: So you see what I do?)

"Draco, come to my office after class to write a self-review. Okay... everyone, get into the classroom." Snape put the two down and glanced at the little snakes at the same time, "Weasley, you don't need to go to the school infirmary yet!"

But what else can we do? Because of Snape's intervention, this matter has to be left unresolved.

Unfortunately, Filch had to find Snape because he was nearby. If it were any other professor, it would not have ended with just a self-review.

"Are you okay?" Harry stepped forward and helped his friend up the next second after Snape turned around.

"That madman... Humph, as long as those two henchmen don't help, his light fists..." Ron covered his head with one hand and hooked Harry's shoulder with the other hand, "He actually pulled my hair like a girl!"

Hermione lowered her head, feeling a little guilty.

Obviously, Draco turned his anger towards the Weasley family. In the eyes of those pure-bloods, Weasley's behavior was tantamount to joining forces with Muggles to bully wizards, and they were not even considered their own people.

But Nietzsche could understand Ron's disdain.

"Do you think they will do something desperate?" Hermione looked at Draco's gloomy face, feeling uneasy. "I mean...even though they can't do anything to us, our parents are ordinary people."

"Professor Quirrell will write if there is any situation."

Draco looked down at the red hair on his fingers. He had just pulled it off Weasley's stinky head. Normally, he would have washed his hands in disgust...

But he couldn't, because he needed to use these hairs.

In this class, Snape rarely tortured Nietzsche and other Gryffindors. Instead, he stood next to Draco and let Pansy and Daphne sit together. The two of them whispered something from time to time.

But Ron didn't care about that. He was bragging about how he fought back.

"It's a relief that we only found out about the bug so late, otherwise we would have done it long ago." He stuffed a ball of paper into his nostrils, his voice was very dull, "Damn Death Eaters... they really think they are innocent, huh."

When Hermione was stirring the crucible, she accidentally knocked over other glass bottles because she was stirring too hard.

Fortunately, Nietzsche had been paying attention to her and quickly used his magic to catch the bottles and jars.

He knew that Hermione was caught in a whirlpool of vulgar humanitarianism - perhaps she felt that the dirty things in the Malfoy family had little to do with Draco as a student, so she was a little... pitiful?

"How many more times do you want to stir it?" Nietzsche pushed her a few times.

"Ah? Oh... help me grind it and I'll make a new one." Hermione said with a frown.

But he was too lazy to say much.

When they bully ordinary wizards, they just talk about "bloodline". When they call Weasley a "pure-blood traitor", I never see them calling him "one of us".

Volume 1: Chapter 93 So their painting style began to change drastically

"Dueling is an art!"

"This art can train the mind and improve abilities... Whether you are a Muggle or a wizard, the honor brought by dueling will never fade. Here, your goal is the future National Wizarding Duel Tournament."

At noon on Saturday, Hermione and Nietzsche were taken by Professor Flitwick to a lawn behind the Owlery.

Almost every dean had his own club, and Flitwick's dueling club was never open to the public. No one doubted whether his ability was as small as his body, because all those who doubted it lay down.

Hermione and Nietzsche stood behind the professor, while in front of them were several other senior students.

"They are just here to watch, you guys continue your training..." Flitwick waved at them.

Even so, the Ravenclaws did not take it lightly - the fact that two junior students knew about a club that was not open to the public was enough to explain everything.

They gave the two men a slight nod, and then began a one-on-one duel on the lawn.

The students first cast a layer of armor spell on themselves before they began.

Although the judging rules of a real duel match are 'one person lying and one person standing', Flitwick has his own teaching plan.

"To prevent any accidents, the Shield Charm will be considered a failure once it is broken," Flitwick said. "This can improve their concentration and ability to respond, rather than waiting foolishly until the Shield Charm is broken before reacting."

Hermione discovered that everyone had a different fighting style, which was related to their size and agility.

"Roger Davis, the Chaser on the Quidditch team, so he usually thinks of those spells as Bludgers... a very good simulation ability, but he sometimes does the opposite during Quidditch games."

Flitwick became depressed when he mentioned this.

It would be fine if Davis regarded the Bludger as a curse, but he also regarded the Quaffle as a curse, causing him to always deliberately avoid his teammates' passes during the game, making it look like he was playing a fake game.