Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

His keen intuition told him: magic is definitely not something that can be accomplished by waving a wand and reciting a spell.

Volume 1: Chapter 10 I am the Fire! The Car! The King!

Self-study has its limits after all.

So Nietzsche went to Granger's house, so that he could not be considered self-taught.

"The 15th chapter of 'Defense Against the Dark Arts Theory' contains the 'Definition of Dark Magic'. This is the most boring book I have ever read. I don't know how you can continue reading it."

Hermione sat in the living room, drinking black tea and watching the leaves in the yard gradually turning yellow, with a copy of Hogwarts: A History on her knees.

"So you are a practitioner now?" Nietzsche felt the fragrance of black tea and the sweetness of honey spreading on the tip of his tongue, as lazy as a cat. "Although "Defense Against the Dark Arts Theory" is all theory, it is also the basis."

However, this theoretical book written by Wilbert Slinka is not popular at all among the wizarding community.

But as can be seen from the second chapter, "The Theory and Origin of Defense", this book is too metaphysical, like a lighthouse floating in the air. No wonder it is unpopular.

However, Nietzsche thought that it was very good for enriching the magical foundation of Muggle wizards.

"Counter-jinxes are just to make jinxes more acceptable...so offensive spells are considered dark magic." He turned to the chapter Hermione mentioned and began to read the boring words.

In Chapter 15, the author even explicitly states that wizards should not use offensive defensive magic.

"But some defensive spells are also considered hexes, curses, and poison spells. What about your wand?"

Unicorn hair, while stable, cannot be used with powerful Dark magic spells. This obvious drawback prevents this wand from being too powerful.

But Nietzsche wasn't as worried as Hermione.

"It just means I can't use it too smoothly. Don't forget white magic and standard spells."

"It's okay. My wand can control these defensive spells." Hermione said proudly, "At most, if you are bullied in the future, just come to me... After all, I am one year older than you."

Nietzsche's eye twitched.

When the hell was school going to start? He was tired of Hermione's triumphant peacock look.

Her competitive spirit was even stronger than Nietzsche had imagined.

He crawled over the couch to Hermione, grabbed a handful of biscuits, and stuffed them into her mouth.

"I can't even stop your mouth from eating."

But at this time Mrs. Granger happened to come to the living room, intending to call the two to dinner. She was a little surprised to see Hermione and Nietzsche grabbing each other's wrists and twisting together on the sofa.

"Although I don't mean to disturb you two...but..." She looked at her daughter and said, "But at least don't let your parents see you, right?"

Hermione: "Mom! It's all Nietzsche's fault!"

Nietzsche: "It's all Hermione's fault!"

The two of them stared at each other, then turned their heads away one after another.

The days passed quickly as they chatted, and on the morning of September 9st, Nietzsche and Hermione arrived at the King's Cross Station in the envelope and searched hard for 'Platform ?'

Hermione was like a headless fly, dragging her luggage from beginning to end, but she didn't see the 9? sign.

"Do you think a wizard who lives in isolation from the world would hang a sign on a road full of ordinary people?" Nietzsche looked around, "Each platform has four pillars..."

Hermione suddenly came to her senses and took over the conversation: "So it's the first pillar of platform nine?"

"It should be right."

But a new question arises: How do they get in?

Nietzsche was holding a birdcage and looked at the four supporting pillars of Platform 9 with Hermione at a loss. After a while, Hermione even began to doubt Nietzsche's reasoning.

But fortunately, help came.

"This place is full of Muggles..."

A short, fat woman was talking to four red-haired boys, all of whom had an owl, and there was a red-haired girl following behind them.

Muggle... This word immediately perked up the two of them.

Then the Grangers and the Watsons saw the four boys pushing their suitcases and crashing headfirst into the dividing pillar between Platform 9 and Platform 10, and then disappearing.

Ahaha, they found it!

"So, I...leave?" Nietzsche turned his head and looked at the Watsons.

"Go! Be careful!" Watson raised his eyebrows at his suitcase and coughed a few times deliberately. "If you need help, open your treasure chest."

There was less sentimentality between them than between the Grangers.

But Mary and John Watson simply thought that they would be thankful if their children could behave themselves and not cause any trouble on the first day of the new school.

Hermione looked behind her, then turned back to her parents.

She felt much more uneasy than Nietzsche. You know, it was a bit unfair to both adults and children for a twelve-year-old child to leave the city and go to a truly "strange" world.

"I'll be back at Christmas."

Mrs. Granger would not have wanted Hermione out of her sight if the magic in her daughter's body hadn't posed a life-threatening threat.

"Protect yourself and don't ruin your relationship with your classmates..."

While his wife was giving their daughter instructions, Mr. Granger didn't say much.

After hugging Hermione gently, he came back to his senses, pulled Nietzsche's shoulders and whispered, "You know... she's not very good at interpersonal relationships, so if there's anything, just write to me and tell me."

Mr. Granger knew Hermione's character.

If she encounters any injustice, she will definitely keep it deep in her heart.

Although this is very common in the adult world, as his daughter, there can be a small exception.

"Be a man and don't let the ladies get in your way."

"This is actually the definition of capitalist society, Watson. Don't forget the case of the 'Vanishing Bride'." Nietzsche said in a rough voice, imitating Sherlock's demeanor and making faces at his father. "Besides, she is one year older than me."

Of course he would help her, even though Hermione always disagreed with his approach.

But sometimes, acting first and reporting later can be very effective.

Under the watchful eyes of his family, Nietzsche, holding the birdcage in his left hand and dragging the luggage in his right hand, led the way and rushed into Platform 9.

His instinctive fantasy did not come true. He did not feel any obstruction. The space was immediately expanded. A crimson steam train was parked beside the platform. There was a slogan on the train:

Hogwarts Express.

The noise was very noisy. In addition to various people wearing wizard robes, there were also pet cats of different breeds running into the carriage along with the crowd.

Before Nietzsche could take a closer look at the entire smoke-filled platform, someone suddenly pushed him from the back.

"What's wrong?" Hermione shrugged her nose, frowned, and waved her hands to disperse the thick steam in front of her.

Nietzsche did not speak. He concentrated his mind. Everyone's face, conversation and appearance were gathered in his eyes, including but not limited to Harry, who was surrounded by several red-haired boys and got on the carriage.

And a boy with golden hair, looking at the passers-by around him with arrogance.

"Nothing, I'm just waiting for you." Nietzsche shook his head, shaking off the messy messages in his mind.

It was a rare morning when the sun came out in England, and the two of them carried their luggage and boarded a train to an unknown destination.

In fact, the interior of the carriage was not as crowded as imagined, but rather spacious. There were carriages on both sides of the corridor. In order to seek quietness, Nietzsche and Hermione kept walking forward until they were stopped by a student.

With neat short hair, tall stature and strong muscles, Nietzsche guessed that the person in front of him should be good at sports.

There was a mark on his chest: a "P" carved into it, with a yellow and black background.

"The carriage behind this is for prefects. Only prefects and professors from each college can... Sorry."

"Well, it looks like we've reached the end."

Hermione chose the innermost carriage for freshmen.

The train started moving, and the people on the platform began to be left behind. After turning a corner and no longer visible to the platform, the noises in the other carriages gradually quieted down... but only relative to before.

To kill time, Hermione took out "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts" from her schoolbag and started reading.

"Did you know that the Harry you helped before was mentioned in several books?"

"If you're talking about 'Magical Events of the 20th Century', which is as thick as an American history book, then I did see the name of Harry Potter."

Nietzsche was indifferent to all this. He took out two bottles of Coke, pointed his magic wand at them and said "Immobulus". Frost immediately formed on the surface of the glass bottles, as if they had just been taken out of the freezer.

perfect!

This is the perfect way to open the spell!!

The names given to spells by wizards have more than just literal meanings. For example, the Freezing Spell...this spell can cool things down, but that's just a side effect.

It can paralyze animals, making them appear to be frozen.

Nietzsche lifted the sackcloth on the birdcage and pointed his wand at the owl in the cage. Before Hermione could react, the owl, which was jointly purchased by Hermione and Nietzsche, stopped moving.

"What are you doing to my Mercury again?!"

Hermione had barely taken her eyes off Nietzsche for ten minutes when something happened.

"It's ours." He looked at the owl, which was still flapping its wings the previous second, and said uncertainly, "I was just experimenting with the reaction of the freezing spell to living things. This reminded me of the 'Hibernation Plan'."

"After we bought it from Diagon Alley, it 'died' twelve times in two months!!"

Hermione gritted her teeth, stood up, snatched the birdcage from Nietzsche, and thawed the poor owl.

It's as if someone pressed the play button and it was freed from the freeze-frame state, with the movements of the previous second and the next second not being awkwardly connected due to the freeze-frame.

“why so serious?”

"Shut up, you're not the Joker, and I... am not Batman."

Hermione didn't bother to pay attention to him and started reading again, but this time, she used her other hand to hold the birdcage next to her hip.

The carriage finally calmed down. The sunlight shone through the window onto the girl's brown hair. She bit her lips lightly and recited the contents of the book to herself.

But Nietzsche always felt that this scene was somewhat similar... Wait...

Isn't this what Watson and Holmes look like at home?

Thinking of this, Nietzsche cast a pitiful look at Hermione. It was such a pity that she was the same as Watson.

"Excuse me, have you seen my...Toad?"

There was a knock on the carriage door, which then opened a crack, revealing half of the body and head of a round-faced boy with a sad face. He was stunned when he saw Hermione tuck her curly hair behind her ears.

But when he looked at the books in the two people's hands, his mind became even more confused.

Wait, that doesn’t seem to be a reading list for first graders, right?

What the hell, is Hogwarts so competitive now?

"No."

Just as the other party was about to close the sliding door in disappointment, Nietzsche stood up.

Like Hermione, he always felt uneasy when thinking about the strange magic school. Even if he memorized all the official and unofficial history of the school, he still did not feel safe.

But the opportunity came knocking.

"If you don't mind, we can help you look for it." He immediately changed from his casual attitude to an enthusiastic and humble one.

"Thank you! My name is Neville Longbottom!"

Nietzsche turned his attention and winked at Hermione, who immediately understood what he meant.

The Longbottom family is one of the twenty-eight holy families. Nietzsche, whose right to use Mercury was confiscated, plans to go out for a walk.

So Hermione covered the book and put it away: "Really... But you're right, this is indeed a good reason."

Neville Longbottom: Did I miss something? Did they talk to each other?

Trying to connect to the shared brain... Connection failed.

But it's always a good thing to have kind people willing to help you.

Nietzsche pulled his windbreaker on, picked up a metal cane from the corner, put on a felt hat and walked out with Neville. In just a moment, he took the initiative in his hands.

"Are you a noble?" Neville shrank his head as he looked at Nietzsche's temperament.

"No, I'm just an ordinary Muggle wizard."

"Phew, fortunately... I thought you were from a Malfoy type family."

"The Malfoy family? Are there still wizards who are noble?"