Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"But we can't let the students walk around with eye patches every day." Flitwick felt like his head was going bald again.

They can only determine its target of attack, but based on this abstract target, there is usually no fixed time of attack, so the only thing they can do is to find the murderer as soon as possible.

But Flitwick still held out a glimmer of hope in this regard - he felt that it was not possible that the students had done this.

"Minerva and I will work together to strengthen the defenses. Miss Granger, I'll trouble you with the students." The professor said sincerely, "They have the right to know about this, but how much they tell... is up to you."

He knew that those naughty students would not easily obey the professors' orders.

And because of Hermione Granger's "study group", her words are very effective among students below the fifth grade, so Flitwick can only entrust her to arrange the students' travel and try to make them feel a sense of crisis.

To put it bluntly, he was attracted by Granger's leadership qualities.

"I understand!" Hermione stood behind the professor, puffed out her chest, and deliberately bumped Nietzsche with her shoulder.

"By the way, haven't you learned a lot from me?" Flitwick felt uneasy, so he added, "Since we are a study group, we naturally need to learn something new. I think your lightsaber spells are pretty good."

Okay, that's good.

It's not black magic, there's nothing wrong with learning a few more self-defense techniques~

Volume 1: Chapter 102: Hogwarts State of Emergency

On the second night, Hermione gathered many people in the hall.

Many people were filled with fear and kept turning their heads to look at their unfamiliar classmates, fearing that the "successor" was hiding in the crowd.

Hermione and Nietzsche sat at the head of the Gryffindor table, with the rest sitting on both sides.

"I don't think I need to say more about what happened to Colin recently..." Hermione cleared her throat and glanced around at them. "I hope you can take steps to protect yourselves and avoid going out at night recently."

George and Fred made frustrated noises.

But no one objected. One could tell from Hermione's serious expression that after all the events of the past year, no one dared to think that they could be better than those pure-bloods, so they were very respectful.

"But who's the murderer?" said Hannah from Hufflepuff.

"Gryffindor thinks that..." Dean Thomas shook his head and didn't dare to finish. "Hermione, do you know anything?"

Harry sat in the chair expressionlessly. He was not angry because of their suspicion. In fact, he had been annoyed by this several times and had long been used to it.

But Slytherin was the first to refute them and clear Harry of suspicion.

"It can't be Potter." Hubble said, "You know, the Chamber of Secrets was opened because someone was unhappy with non-pure-bloods... Weasley! Shut up, this has nothing to do with Salazar Slytherin!"

Ron put the blame on the founder, which made the Slytherin snakes very unhappy.

"But even if he didn't mean to hurt anyone, the thing that the old madman kept was helping the murderer to kill people!" he said unconvinced.

Just as the two colleges were about to quarrel again, Nixon knocked hard on the table.

"Is this reasonable? You are making a scene here and making fun of the person behind the scenes?" Nietzsche waved his wand downwards, pressing down the people who had stood up. "I asked you to come here so that you can learn some skills."

Everyone immediately quieted down and refocused their attention on the top of the long table.

No one sitting here would doubt the strength of Nietzsche and Hermione. This is obvious to everyone. If you are not convinced, you can ask those who have had their arms broken.

Speaking of which...they were finally able to learn something beyond the textbooks in the study group.

"What kind of dark magic is this? Or war magic?" George counted on his fingers and exclaimed happily, "Or maybe a defensive spell?"

Hermione ignored the Weasley twins' expectations.

"They are some practical spells that have been successfully tested, as well as dueling techniques." Hermione frowned and patiently scolded, "The two schools can practice with each other. The time... the lunch break will be fine."

This was a good suggestion, and the Slytherins agreed immediately.

After all, no one thinks this is a bad thing... The reason why they joined Hermione's study team, in addition to accepting different knowledge, is more importantly for greater benefits.

Isn’t this coming?

Ron and his companions, seeing that the little snake on the opposite side was so decisive, naturally would not be at a disadvantage, so they agreed.

"I mean... isn't that better than the prefect's requests?" Fred said with some sarcasm. "He just said something like 'the professor will take care of everything', as if we can only sit and wait for death."

Ginny Weasley sat next to Harry, her face pale, holding a notebook.

This was clearly a step against Percy.

Nietzsche sat next to Hermione and heard a few snorts. It was obvious that she liked what Fred said.

"If we do nothing, when the murderer is caught, I'm afraid half of the Muggles in the school will be beaten down by people like Malfoy!" Neville waved his fist angrily.

"Okay, so about the time for duel training..."

"Duel? What duel?" Lockhart suddenly ran in from the main door of the auditorium and greeted everyone enthusiastically, "Aha~ Miss Granger, I was thinking of asking you to continue helping Weasley repair the car."

Hermione lowered her head in embarrassment and counted the circles of wood grain on the table.

It's so unlucky, whatever I fear comes true.

Lockhart was very happy to see Slytherin and Gryffindor sitting together. He seemed to feel that his wish for "world peace" was one step closer, so he waved kindly to the two little ones.

"I have protected myself countless times, why don't you come to me and ask about this?"

The professor walked over, dragging his purple robe and showing his white teeth.

However, Nietzsche's reaction was beyond most people's expectations. He seemed to welcome this fancy Lockhart... because in his opinion, it was just like wanting to sleep and someone came to hand him a pillow.

"I'm just worried that you won't be able to spare the time. After all, you need to write a new novel, teach classes, and prepare magic cars with Granger in your spare time..."

"That's very thoughtful, kid." Lockhart looked at the number of people at the long table with emotion, and immediately said, "But for your safety, I decided to support this proposal... Don't worry, I will go to the principal to apply for it!"

Hermione roared in her heart: I think you want to get more attention!

Anyway, there is no need to use such an unreliable guy! Nietzsche, Nietzsche, you are really not picky.

Nietzsche shrank his neck and suddenly felt his neck cold... Could it be that a window was not closed?

So, at Nietzsche's instigation, Lockhart happily accepted the proposal - he would prepare a large platform for everyone to fully train everyone.

"Look, now we don't even need to prepare a location." Nietzsche looked at the professor's running back and applauded him softly, "Professor Lockhart is so kind to the best students in the grade."

Such a narcissistic person was eventually eaten up by Nietzsche until not even a bone was left.

Hermione suddenly felt that the professor was not so annoying, but rather a little pitiful.

In the headmaster's office, four deans were gathered in front of Dumbledore, discussing matters concerning school security, when Professor Lockhart suddenly rushed in and threw an application form at Dumbledore.

Albus's expression was like that of a lion cat with a macro brain.

"Duel...Club?" After a few casual glances, he looked at the Headmaster of Ravenclaw in confusion.

Albus Dumbledore: Isn't this your club?

Filius Flitwick: I don't know!

"That's right, Headmaster~" Lockhart ignored Snape and pushed him aside. "I took this measure based on the suggestions of Holmes and Granger. This will allow students to have a way to protect themselves!"

Ah~ It turns out to be Nietzsche and Hermione.

Dumbledore and Flitwick understood immediately and looked at each other in tacit understanding.

"Well, now is the time when students need to learn some skills." Although Dumbledore stamped his seal, he still said with concern, "But you can't handle it alone, how about finding an assistant?"

Lockhart took the application stiffly and looked at the people in front of him.

Finding an assistant... this is a difficult problem:

Professor McGonagall, the recognized master of Transfiguration in the current wizarding world and the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts, must not be offended;

Professor Sprout, the master of herbology, has nothing to do with duels, and being an assistant is useless. He can't just stand aside and act as a healer.

Professor Flitwick was a duelling champion in his youth. Although he was now over a hundred years old, his rich experience made him a man that Lockhart could not be underestimated. Moreover, Lockhart had recently heard that he had made new breakthroughs in duelling.

Professor Snape's experience when he was young is unknown, but he did apply for Defense Against the Dark Arts several times.

After much thought, Lockhart found only one suitable candidate.

"Then I choose Severus!" he said confidently.

The three old deans laughed more happily than each other.

If Lockhart had chosen them as assistants, they would have been able to let him off, but he had chosen the most difficult person to talk to. Even Dumbledore couldn't hold it in anymore and just turned his chair around and laughed at him with his back to him.

"Severus, do you have any objection?" the headmaster said, stifling a laugh.

"If that's okay with the respected holder of the Order of Merlin, third degree, then I certainly don't have any problem with that either." Snape smiled grimly.

He had said that a little white mouse like Lockhart would be eaten up by Slytherin's snakes.

Volume 1: Chapter 103: First Meeting with Dobby

With Lockhart's 'help', a dueling club different from Dean Flitwick's was brought to the table.

But Harry still did not improve his impression of Lockhart, because in the next Quidditch game, he was harmed by the professor again - the bones that were broken by the Bludger disappeared completely because of Lockhart.

This became a laughing stock among Malfoy and others.

"This is really weird. Last semester it was Professor Quirrell, but who is it this semester?" Harry said while lying on the bed, covering his empty arm.

Nietzsche sat on the edge of his bed, legs crossed. He had heard about Lockhart's 'good news' from Hermione, so he came to see.

He picked up an apple from the gift basket, peeled it, cut it into pieces and put it on the plate, as if he was the one who was injured. But Harry didn't care about it, he just kept disliking Lockhart.

Hmm...the apples are crisp, but not very juicy and not sweet.

So Nietzsche left the remaining apple pieces for Harry.

"Thank you... The Bludger is out of control. Madam Pomfrey could have fixed it in a second, but now we can only wait for it to grow back on its own!" Harry shook his limp arm angrily.

It lay lifeless on the bed like a rubber hose, with only muscle and blood beneath the skin.

At this moment, Warrington walked in, his face full of admiration, and when Harry saw the small bag of snacks in his hand, any resentment he had towards Slytherin immediately disappeared.

"You didn't see it... Potter hooked his leg on the broomstick and caught the golden snitch." Warrington's face flushed red as he excitedly described the scene. "You are really good!"

He subconsciously patted Harry's shoulder, causing the latter to scream in pain.

"Feel sorry."

"Forget it, at least you guys are not like Flint, who likes to deliberately bump into people...but what about that Bludger?" Harry moved closer to Nietzsche, away from this reckless man.

“There’s no way we did this!” Warrington raised his hand and swore, “Derrick only hit the ball once, but he missed you… We all saw the Bludger turn a corner on its own.”

But the scream just now attracted Madam Pomfrey, who rushed in roaring and chased Warrington out by the ear.

"Get out! He still has more than thirty bones to grow... Look what you have done!" She lifted him up with her strong arms and pushed him out, pushing the Gryffindor players at the door out as well.

Nietzsche was also driven out, but at least he was not pushed out.

Before leaving, he still talked a lot with Harry about the recent Basilisk attack and the Quidditch match, but the two things could not be connected at all because he could not see any motive or connection point.

"Could it be Malfoy?" said Harry. "If anyone wants to hurt me, it must be those who are related to Voldemort..."

"But the Bludgers used in the competition are all equipped with counter-spells. The magic power of ordinary students cannot break through the above limitations." Nietzsche shook his head and motioned for him to have a good rest.

Now in the corridor, many medieval armors have begun patrolling under the command of Professor McGonagall.

These dead objects will not be petrified, and their purpose is not to kill the basilisk, but to die - the moment they are broken, Professor McGonagall will be reminded and bring people to the scene.

"Glory." Nietzsche walked into the basement accompanied by armor and shouted a slogan towards the entrance of the lounge.

As for Hermione, he didn't need to worry at all. Even if Lockhart didn't have the ability to protect her, he would still make the enemies in the dark dare not act rashly. After all, the position of "Professor" was there.

After returning to the dormitory, he laid out various symbols and events on the floor, looked at those unrelated things and began to fall into deep thought.

This was an indiscriminate attack. There were so many half-bloods and Muggle wizards in the whole school, how could it be possible to single out each one?

"Chamber of Secrets... If someone wants to use Salazar's basilisk to get rid of the wizards in the school, what is the purpose?" Nietzsche lit up the wand and muttered to himself while lying on the ground, "To satisfy his own competitive spirit?"

But to be honest, Malfoy was indeed a big suspect, but he did not find any suspicion in him.

Just like everyone else, he goes to class and goes home every day, occasionally throwing some threatening trash words at non-pure bloods...

Forget it. An unregulated attack like this can only lead to passive discovery of flaws. Nietzsche pulled off the quilt and looked at the photo on the wall - Hermione Granger in the photo was shyly covering her face and hiding back and forth under the flash.

After a long time, he suddenly realized that someone was pulling the paper under him, as if deliberately waking him up.

Nietzsche never leaves his magic wand even when he sleeps. He immediately draws it out and points it at a dark shadow in the darkness. He quickly and quietly chants a spell, and energy that shines like sunlight gushes out from the tip of the wand.

"Little thing." He clamped the lightsaber around the thing's neck. "Stealing is not good."

The creature had bat-like ears and eyes as big as tennis balls that bulged outward. It turned its head curiously, and its long, thin nose was immediately burned.