Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"What is the venue for a general duel?" Nietzsche asked.

"The standard one is about ten meters wide... That's why I like your 'light saber'." Flitwick twirled his beard and shouted a few words while chatting.

Once a wizard's wand is taken away or they are approached, their combat effectiveness will drop sharply.

For example, if the wizard has not been specially trained in silent spells, he will immediately lose his fighting ability and become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Hermione knew about the experiment between Nietzsche and Quirrell during the summer vacation. Although she didn't completely understand it, she at least understood it. The invention of the lightsaber was also due to her contribution.

"Protego (armor protection)" Flitwick cast a layer of armor spell on the two men and made way for them. "Talking without practice is useless. Come on, let me see your uniqueness!"

Hermione and Nietzsche wore black school robes with their hoods on.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and then chanted a spell at the same time. Under their control, the dazzling light was molded into a long sword. They casually made a sword flower, making the lightsaber emit a 'buzzing' sound.

"What kind of spell is that?" Davis and the Ravenclaw on the opposite side stopped and gathered next to the dean to watch the fight.

"Illuminating spell."

"??"

Davis craned his neck, saw the scorch marks the blade made as it scraped across the grass, and swallowed.

"Are you sure this is an illumination spell?!" He thought the dean was lying to him, and couldn't help but raise his voice, "Did you secretly teach them some other spells... If this is an illumination spell, I will eat my wand."

Flitwick, using a levitation charm to hold himself up, jumped up and hit him on the head.

"I told you to read something and you said Quidditch training... This is the essence of standard spells and magic!" the dean shouted impatiently.

As for the duel, it’s not the first time for both of them.

So Hermione took the initiative.

"Oppugno (Ten Thousand Bullets)!" She transformed the stones on the ground into countless woodpeckers and attacked Nietzsche.

"A perfect opening move. It seems Granger has learned a lot about Transfiguration from Minerva." Flitwick clapped his hands in praise. "While attacking the opponent, he can also hide behind the bird to close the distance."

Not only that, there were also several iron chains sandwiched between the flying birds.

It was the Binding Curse that Hermione had hidden in the Volley Curse.

Nietzsche concentrated and held his breath, raised his left hand and clenched it, and all the woodpeckers were suspended in the air. He just turned his wrist and easily cut the two iron chains that were wrapped around him into two halves.

But at this time, Hermione had already arrived in front of him at an extremely fast speed.

'She used a spell...' Nietzsche responded immediately.

But he just hurriedly crossed his wand, and the two lightsabers collided, and the energy released turned the lawn where they stood into scorched earth.

"Is it a braking spell?" He said in disbelief after steadying himself.

"How's my summer homework?" Hermione shook her boots and said proudly, "Although they are not as fast as a flying broom, they can also be regarded as 'Hermes Flying Shoes'."

With the advantage of speed, Hermione can use very little effort to deliver the greatest force.

But the disadvantage is that Hermione is just using brute force, while Nietzsche can fight back based on his advantage in fencing...Looking at the dueling styles of the two, many Ravenclaws always feel an indescribable sense of strangeness.

Call them reckless, but they do have spells to go with it.

Say they are too flashy, but if they were approached by the two men, they would probably have fallen to the ground.

"Dean, I want to learn!" Davis squatted down and held the professor's arm, "I also want to learn that lightsaber~"

"Just get me a Quidditch Cup first!"

But at this time, Hermione, who had become impatient due to not getting positive feedback for a long time, began to unsteady her pace, so Nietzsche deliberately exposed a flaw - he kept his distance and took a breath.

With the help of the braking spell, Hermione raised her wand and rushed towards Nietzsche.

"Ventus"

The wind pressure rolled up in all directions, forcing Hermione back as she had no time to brake due to inertia.

Before Nietzsche could help Hermione to stand firm, he nimbly dodged the blow and used the force to stab Hermione. The high temperature and magic power shattered the armor spell in front of her.

"It seems you forgot to set the damping and slowing spell." He extinguished his wand and held out his left hand to Hermione.

"I'll get it right next time. You're lucky this time!" Although Hermione said she was not convinced, she still held the other person's hand and was pulled up.

Flitwick dismissed the students who were watching the show in a bad mood and walked over alone. His face was full of joy, because while observing the duel between the two, he also discovered some new inspiration.

This style of combining agility with sword skills seems to suit him quite well.

Hmm... using the braking spell to help wizards and to reach the fastest speed in the shortest time is an idea that is too advanced.

"Miss Granger, you could have won if you just kept the pace, but you were too impatient." Flitwick pointed out her weakness. "Your advantage is that you know how to use spells to strengthen yourself."

Hermione looked a little embarrassed and bowed her head to admit her mistake.

In fact, Nietzsche could see where Hermione lost: she lost because of her own recklessness.

You have to know that the speed advantage brought by the braking spell is difficult to make up for. He was just pretending and barely using skills to deal with it... because those spells of his could be easily dodged by Hermione.

"But, you two have very good skills... So, come here every Saturday from now on!" Flitwick decided on his own without waiting for the two to agree.

After seeing Hermione and Nietzsche off, Flitwick immediately took off his boots and began to apply braking spells on them.

He jumped around on the lawn nimbly, as if he had returned to his youth.

It was great, he felt like he could play again.

(Don’t keep it for too long, I’m afraid it will die)

Don't keep it for too long, I'm afraid it will die.

Volume 1: Chapter 94 This year's Halloween was quite peaceful

This year is pretty leisurely.

The snake-nosed Dark Lord, whose name cannot be mentioned, is now recuperating in the dark sewers, which makes Nietzsche and Hermione feel a lot more relaxed. They just talk and do their homework in the library every day.

But as for Defense Against the Dark Arts...Hermione actually chose to skip class.

On September 19th, Nietzsche discovered that she had not attended class again.

"Ms. Granger, please give me a reason not to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts." Nietzsche tiptoed behind her and pinched his nose and said, "I thought you were different from those Weasleys."

But Hermione was not frightened at all.

The library was very quiet during class, so she could clearly distinguish Nietzsche's footsteps.

"Because it's my birthday today, I'd like to give myself a day off." She didn't even turn her head, but just looked at her filled notes seriously.

"Aha, that's a good reason." Nietzsche sat down next to her and stretched, "But I heard from Professor Lockhart that there is a good student in Gryffindor who can answer every question he has..."

He seemed to actually be thinking about Professor Lockhart, thinking that he had lost a student who had been paying attention to his lectures.

Hermione glared at him fiercely and cleared her throat in a high-pitched imitation of Lockhart's flamboyance.

"I don't want to spend my birthday hearing: 'Miss Granger, do you know what my favorite shampoo is?'" Then she complained, "He doesn't look like what he has."

Just imagine, a person who has first-hand information about vampires and werewolves must be a knowledgeable wizard.

Among those books, the most valuable thing is not "Lockhart's hobby", but the detailed life information of those dark creatures. Even if they are fabricated stories, they are at least certified by the Wizengamot.

This also means that the habits of the dark creatures described in those stories can be traced.

"I thought you joined the 'Lockhart Fan Club' too," Nietzsche grumbled.

"Then it should be you!" Hermione snatched the licorice wand from him and held it in her mouth. "After all, the clever Mr. Holmes and the great Professor Lockhart are secretly researching a new technology..."

This time it was Nietzsche's turn to be annoyed.

When it comes to this, he wants to strangle Lockhart to death - when they were researching the flying car, he was the one doing all the dirty work, while Lockhart just quietly moved his wand and pretended to take notes.

If Nietzsche had not needed Lockhart's publishing house, he would have quit long ago.

"If I remember correctly, you should have History of Magic this afternoon, right?" Hermione bit the licorice wand, the sweetness and fragrance spread in her mouth.

Not bad, she finally understood why Nietzsche liked to chew on this kind of snack when he was bored.

"Uh... I just came to look for the book that Professor Quirrell mentioned." Nietzsche put his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows. "It's about the connection between human semiotics and spells. Oh, that one will be a birthday present."

This is a lie~

In fact, he remembered Hermione's birthday, so he came to accompany her.

As for gifts... Nietzsche never had this habit, and didn't have any good ideas, so he could only spend some time to prepare them himself. Fortunately, Hermione skipped class today, so at least he didn't have to really read.

"It's up to you. If we're caught by the professor, we'll lose Slytherin points anyway." Hermione pursed her lips and lowered her head to read.

But her brows had relaxed unconsciously.

The two of them just sat on the bench, occasionally bickering and throwing some trash talk when talking about Charms. Now Hermione didn't have to take care of her friends' studies, and Nietzsche didn't have to deal with Lockhart.

They all tacitly agreed not to break this rare harmonious atmosphere.

When it came to October, the autumn chill began to spread outside Hogwarts Castle, and many people caught a cold.

But those people, except Ginny Weasley, caught a cold because they were only wearing pajamas and wandering around the castle at night.

She always looked sick, and only when she met Harry Potter would she perk up and put on a smile.

"Want to take a picture?" "Only five knats per picture!"

Colin seemed to have listened to Hermione's advice, because he actually approached George and Fred to promote his Muggle camera.

When in the auditorium, Nietzsche always saw some people pulling Colin to talk secretly about something, and it seemed that there were not only couples and graduating students, but also the newly appointed prefects.

Even the Quidditch team seems to have taken a liking to his camera...

Colin usually prefers to do business with Slytherin students because they never care about "discounts".

"Look at this!" Warrington handed out a few photos to some team members and said happily, "This is the Slytherin team's control. I applied the developing potion I got from Ravenclaw."

The six people above were holding broomsticks and wearing goggles, looking like ace pilots.

The Weasley brothers also made a fortune. They didn't take Colin's money, but they took the opportunity to promote their own skipping candies and other prank props, especially the recently popular Daydream candy.

Colin was once the most popular witch... because he knew many underground romances.

"Thank you for your patronage. It's 10 Sickles in total!" Colin came to the Slytherin table with his camera in his pocket, huddled up.

"Here!" Warrington put the silver coins in his pocket and hooked his shoulder. "By the way, I heard that Cedric... ahem, asked you to take a photo of a girl, too?"

Colin was pressed next to Nietzsche and was in great pain.

"I signed a non-disclosure agreement, so... I have no idea what you are talking about..."

"Come on!" said Adrian Puse, the Chaser. "You Gryffindors have known about this for a long time. Wood even said... Is it the new reserve Seeker for the Ravenclaw team?!"

Nietzsche ate his beef pie quietly, his ears pricked up.

Huh? Is there any movement from Senior Cedric?

But Colin refused to obey and just zipped his mouth... He never thought that he would be so popular in school, so he didn't dare to say anything about his senior.

"You...don't even think of threatening others with this unfounded matter!" He said angrily with a puffed face.

"What are you thinking? We are planning to help him!" Warrington explained patiently, "Just think about it...how could that big fool do such things? We can occasionally help him out during training matches."

There was no such thing as training matches at Hogwarts before, only the team trained on their own.

But since Warrington replaced Marcus, he has had a good relationship with each team, so when he can't get the court, he will play a game with other colleges (only the Quaffle score is counted).

"I don't know. Anyway, no one else knows about this!" Colin could only give an ambiguous answer.

He happily held the jingling pockets in his pockets, and before leaving he told Nietzsche: If you want to take a photo with him, the first time is free.

Because Colin had heard from those witches about the relationship between Nietzsche and Hermione - the two giants eased the relationship between their respective colleges. Only with peace could he earn his way to Slytherin.

Fortunately, Slytherin has Nietzsche~

"Why are you still doing Cupid's work?" As soon as Nietzsche and others left, he immediately came over.

"Alas, we need to train alone for a few days to practice tactics. I can discuss this with Hufflepuff." Warrington said respectfully, "What era is it now? Why are we still fighting and killing each other..."

And the more this develops, the more you will appreciate the benefits of friends.

"What was the witch's name?" Puse scratched his head.

"It seems to be Qiu Zhang."

When Nietzsche returned to his dormitory at night, he looked at the glass covered with lines and kraft paper...there was nothing on it except the cut-out news and spell notes.

How about... asking Colin to take a picture?