Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The boy looked around at the cleared bookshelves and photo albums, then noticed the two suitcases filled with clothes at Lockhart's feet.

"What brings you here?" Lockhart forced a smile.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall asked me to get the Sorting Hat..." He smiled and walked over slowly, "I just didn't expect the professor to escape before the fight, which made me a little... but it didn't exceed my expectations."

"Don't worry, you don't need a professor like me, right?"

Lockhart mumbled, lowering his head and locking the two boxes.

The professor now has lost his former high spirits. He has a bitter face and looks very haggard.

But he was wrong about one thing - Professor McGonagall and others did not need people like him, but Nietzsche did, because once Lockhart left, many things that had already been put into place would fail.

More precisely, Nietzsche could not allow Lockhart to make a mistake at this critical juncture.

"Sure enough...So all your books are stories you made up?" Nietzsche shook his head in disappointment and sighed, "I thought you could at least have some outstanding spells, but I didn't expect you to be a simple liar."

"Well, I admit that you are indeed smarter, but at least I have something to be proud of - the Oblivion Charm; secondly, those are not stories I made up."

Lockhart was very dissatisfied with the other party's words.

"You know, it's very difficult to perfectly erase some memories with the Forgetfulness Charm." Lockhart said cunningly, "Especially because I need to visit those wizards who have really expelled werewolves and banshees one by one, kid."

However, Nietzsche simply grabbed the Sorting Hat on the table, turned around and prepared to leave.

The Oblivion spell is a spell that is not in very high demand.

It is usually used by the Ministry of Magic on Muggles, and it requires great precision, because if there is any left, the person being cursed will become a fool who can't even remember what he had for breakfast.

But Lockhart obviously misunderstood. His nerves were very fragile now, and any disturbance would make him nervous.

"Sorry, kid, to be on the safe side, I need to make you forget something... at least make you forget your own inferences about me." Lockhart pulled out his wand tremblingly, "After all, you will eventually find out that my stories are all fake."

He had to do it.

Because if Nietzsche escaped from the school today, his reputation would plummet if he told other professors any news.

"Of course, this will not affect our cooperation..." Lockhart comforted.

But Nietzsche was quicker. Almost as soon as Professor Lockhart drew out his wand, a huge force grabbed his wrist.

Yes, as he said, Nietzsche did foresee that the stories in those books were lies, but the knowledge in them was not...including the ways and spells to deal with werewolves, which can all be found.

The only thing he hadn't expected was that Lockhart had used the Oblivion Charm to steal those glorious deeds.

The bones in Lockhart's wrists cracked and his wand fell to the ground in pain.

"I am not interested in your little story, Professor Lockhart." Nietzsche glanced at him, "You are right. For the sake of cooperation... I will not tell your story to others, but this does not include the professors themselves noticing it."

"W-what do you mean?" Lockhart tried to hook the wand with his toes.

"You don't really think that what you did was perfect, do you?" he said helplessly. "Your contrast lies in the separation between the story and the real you. In fact, you can write a celebrity biography based on these things."

Lockhart shook his head impatiently and gasped a few times at the control of his wrist.

"No one wants to see an old American wizard with no taste in clothes, and no one wants to see that kind of old witch... Sales are too bad. Wizards only want to see a genius who wanders around the world and can solve any problem."

"Without my recommendation, no one would be willing to accept your biography...Nietzsche."

He smiled awkwardly, as if begging the other party not to reveal his most hypocritical side.

This was an option, Nietzsche could bring him disgrace, but at the same time the biggest problem was... the stillborn novel about magic cars and his own "Thus Spake Salazar Slytherin".

Looking further ahead - if the novel fails to interest wizards in magical cars, then he has lost his chance to compete with the purebloods... and even with Moriarty.

"You know what? If Hermione Granger knew you were this kind of person, she would tell everyone about it and make sure you could never raise your head in the wizarding world...but...we are partners after all," Nietzsche said with a smile.

The question is what other professors will do.

Lockhart's originally thin and listless cheeks gradually turned rosy, and he immediately grasped the backbone in front of him.

"what do you mean?"

"It's very simple. You have two choices: first, you can leave now; second, follow us to the secret room... After all, this is your own personal experience, and you can definitely write about it better." Nietzsche tempted.

He recalled the professor's wand, tucked it back at his waist, and then held out the snoring Sorting Hat.

Lockhart was hesitant at this point, because he might lose his life while having the opportunity to become famous...That was the legendary basilisk, and no one dared to underestimate it.

"We're in the same boat...right?" He looked at Nietzsche and swallowed.

"That depends on what you do." The boy had a special way to deal with such arrogant and narcissistic people, so he continued: "You become famous in one battle, and the magic car is promoted. And these reputations... are real to you."

Nietzsche is like the devil in the Bible who tempts humans to make deals.

This kind of visible and tangible glory is the most important to Lockhart - yes, the man who killed the basilisk, the founder of the flying car... this is much better than the third-level Order of Merlin.

And it is real and definitely exists. He doesn't even need to worry about being exposed one day.

"Then can my safety be guaranteed?"

"Professor, what good would it do me to kill you?" Nietzsche gently placed the Sorting Hat in his hand, turned around and motioned for him to go ahead, "After all, I used you to protect Hermione."

Lockhart looked doubtful and walked forward with a stiff step.

Really? Did he protect Hermione?

Nietzsche walked behind him and sighed silently.

Really, Quirrell is like this, Lockhart is like this too... These alternative geniuses in Ravenclaw are no weaker than ordinary Slytherins in their methods in order to achieve success in their own fields.

But fortunately, Nietzsche can still afford to achieve such things.

Volume 1: Chapter 120: The Chamber of Secrets Expedition

"You really should have been sorted into Slytherin..."

Nietzsche walked behind Lockhart and used his wand as a knife, stabbing him in the middle of his spine.

"what?"

"Why would the Sorting Hat put you in Serpentine House?" Nietzsche repeated carefully, "Ravenclaws like you are always more unscrupulous than us in the face of the desire for achievement, and don't even think about the consequences."

what is this.

Where else can you see the qualities of a true Slytherin besides Slytherin?

Lockhart knew very little about the sorting issue and could only hold the Sorting Hat steadily, praying in his heart that Nietzsche would not change his mind, or suddenly cast a Splitting Curse or a Exploding Curse.

"Aha! Regarding this question, we have to mention 'talent'." The Sorting Hat suddenly raised its tip and began to speak.

This startled both Lockhart and Nietzsche.

"Have you woken up a long time ago?" Nietzsche said.

"I just don't want to disturb a student and a professor's... um... academic exchange?" The Sorting Hat's voice was like a buzzing bee. "But at the same time, you can't deny Gilderoy's achievements in certain areas."

Before Lockhart could smile, it immediately added: "Besides deception... I mean spells, the talent of spells."

Well, its bee-like sound is indeed annoying.

Lockhart's face fell, and he stopped as usual, about to retort, when his back seemed to be electrocuted, and he continued to move forward like a mule whipped by a whip.

Now that his wand had been confiscated, he had no right to fight against a vicious, cunning Slytherin...

Lockhart cursed both Nietzsche and the Sorting Hat in his mind.

"The Oblivion Spell," Nietzsche said softly, "He mentions it almost every time. Is that it?"

"Just this? Huh? You have no idea how much effort I put into this... This is a huge project. You know, the memory erasure department of the entire Ministry of Magic can't be as perfect as me!" Lockhart said proudly.

Nietzsche didn't know what to say.

In fact, Lockhart chose a side path, and he could have been more brilliant in some areas.

But the Sorting Hat twisted its body in disapproval. When the two turned around the petrified corridor, it said, "You see, Ravenclaw students are a bit neurotic... In terms of ambition, this is also different from Slytherin."

"Slytherins know what their goals are and what they are going to do next, but Ravenclaws don't. They always do what they think... Generally speaking, Slytherins are more honest."

Of course, this honesty refers to the area of ​​'self-deception'.

Slytherins rarely deceive themselves. Even if they kill someone, they know why they kill, even if it is for a ridiculous reason.

Nietzsche made a brief comparison between Lockhart and Quirrell, and found that, as the Sorting Hat said, the common point of some Ravenclaws is "self-deception" - making choices through self-deception.

For example, Quirinus Quirrell believed that he could become a being greater than the Dark Lord, so he went to the Albanian forest.

This was a kind of deception of his own goodwill. Even if the hope was almost zero, he was willing to make the choice of "taking a chance". The same was true for Lockhart.

"A natural master of the Oblivion spell, isn't he?" the Sorting Hat said slowly.

This frightened him so much that he shuddered.

As if mocking Lockhart for being able to completely deceive himself without using the Oblivion Charm, this meaningful laugh made him break out in a cold sweat and his hair stood on end.

At the same time, the long voice of the Sorting Hat also attracted the professors at the door of the girls' bathroom.

Professor McGonagall looked at Nietzsche, the Sorting Hat and Lockhart who had arrived together, and the scene before her was beyond her expectations.

In the original plan, Lockhart should have escaped in disgrace and would not hinder their next actions, but the facts were completely the opposite of what she thought. Snape looked at Nietzsche beside him and tilted his head slightly.

The old dean disliked Lockhart, so an explanation was needed.

"What's wrong with this?" Nietzsche clapped his hands, livening up the atmosphere a little. "Should we continue this meaningless quarrel, or should we do something serious?"

"My sister is still in there!" Ron squeezed through the professor's body and pulled Harry to start exploring.

Myrtle would never cry out of that toilet again. Her "bedroom" had been turned upside down by the professors, and even the dirty toilet lids were not spared.

Everyone lit their wands and began to check every brick on the wall for any traces of magic.

"George and Fred are getting really anxious." Hermione puffed her cheeks and said angrily, "Ginny must know something. It must be because I went to see her yesterday... It seems like you were right. She must be that important person."

She was not angry with others, but with herself.

But Nietzsche could understand and just signaled her not to blame herself too much. At least Ginny was in trouble now, instead of waiting until everyone let down their guard.

"You can at least make sure she is under control..."

"Look here!" Professor Flitwick was lying on the sink, his clothes were soaked. "I found it, there is the Slytherin mark here... Show yourself!"

As the Ravenclaw Headmaster cast a spell, sparks flew from the faucet in the innermost sink. Everyone got closer and saw that the sparks had outlined a slender snake pattern on the side of the brass handle.

Why is there a Slytherin symbol in the girls' bathroom?

Nietzsche had to complain about the founder's bad taste.

"Now you have to say something in Parseltongue," Ron shouted anxiously, "say something..."

"What can I say?" Harry scratched his hair and said in despair, "I don't know what to say... Never mind, I'll give it a try."

Lockhart took a few steps back in fear, but happened to bump into Hermione. The girl was not at all surprised like those book friends. Today, she showed her truest side - impatient and annoyed.

But he didn't dare to say anything more. He just glanced at Nietzsche's warning eyes, then walked back to his original position tremblingly, stood in a row with other professors, and put the Sorting Hat in front of his face.

It seemed that the basilisk would rush out in the next second, and the innocent old man would be the one in trouble.

"Harry Potter, we won't have any complaints about you being a Parseltongue." Professor McGonagall put her hand on the boy's shoulder. She saw through his tangled heart. "You are trying to save innocent classmates from being killed."

Snape snorted and glanced to the left, but when he saw Lockhart he immediately turned to the right.

"Hiss (open)." Harry spoke Parseltongue again in the bathroom lit by several wands, but this time there was no whispering and gasping around him.

At the same time, a thick water pipe, just big enough to accommodate an adult's standard body width, appeared in front of everyone.

Hermione, the professors, and Harry all looked at the tunnel leading to the Chamber of Secrets, unable to calm down for a long time... This is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, and before entering, they must be mentally prepared.

You should know that the thousand-year-old basilisk is in here.

"I really hope that Professor McGonagall can continue to serve as the acting headmaster. At least we can solve one problem before he comes back." Nietzsche held onto the wall and motioned for them to jump down. "Please, everyone... ladies first."

"Forget it. There's no difference between me, the acting headmaster, and the vice-headmaster." Minerva McGonagall jumped down first with resentment.

Next came Hermione... but she stamped on him with her boot before jumping off.

This look of taking it for granted is really embarrassing~

"I want to go down too." Ron covered his chest, hesitated for a moment, and stomped his feet as if he had made up his mind.

"Weasley, Potter, you have nothing to do here." Snape grinned and laughed, "Now that your mission is completed, I think... the basilisk below will not listen to your half-baked snake language."

Harry drew his wand and swooped down, knocking Snape aside, face first, into the pipe.

This made the dean very angry. He held on to the water platform next to him and barely managed to avoid slipping. This funny scene made Lockhart laugh out loud inadvertently because it happened so suddenly.

"puff..."