Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Mr. Always Reasonable, I'm so sorry. It seems that Potions class is going to lower your average score."

Nietzsche laughed briefly, and the next second he sat back in his chair with a slumped face. The dramatic change of face made him look very funny.

Even Hermione, who was being inspected by Professor Snape, pursed her lips tightly and looked at the blue slate with a smile. This was good news for Hermione - Nietzsche seemed to be very bad at potions.

Half an hour later, the little wizards crawled out of the underground classroom with mixed emotions.

Just when Nietzsche was about to pack his schoolbag and talk to her like he did in elementary school, Hermione was overwhelmed by the sudden flow of people, leaving only her hands above her head waving helplessly.

He could hear many Gryffindors, led by Harry, cheering for Hermione:

"Incredible!" "One point for Gryffindor~"

He could only shake his head and clean up the messy table alone.

"Come here at noon on weekends from now on." The huge black shadow extended infinitely under the overhead lights, shrouding Nietzsche, "Slytherin is not as good as Gryffindor in potions, which is a shame to me. "

Maybe Nietzsche heard it wrong, but he could actually feel the dean's hatred of iron.

And Malfoy obviously likes this. As long as the person he hates is embarrassed, it is more exciting than letting him drink a whole bottle of joy potion early in the morning.

Without waiting for the other party's consent, Snape shook off the wizard's robes trailing on the ground, turned around and left the classroom.

Today, Gryffindor is way ahead...

While Nietzsche was having lunch, Mercury came back carrying a newspaper.

But it flew directly over Nietzsche and flew towards the Gryffindor table. However, when it lowered its head and noticed Nietzsche taking out his wand from his waist, it quickly made a gliding turn and returned to Slytherin Airport in an emergency.

"Okay, let's go back..." Nicholas took down the newspaper from the wizarding world, put his latest email in it, and patted its small satchel affectionately, "I don't have any food for you here."

He opened the Daily Prophet and blocked Mercury's plaintive eyes.

The sunshine was just right today, and the headlines in the newspaper made him feel a little better.

"Gringotts Break-In Incident, Ministry of Magic's Incompetence"

Aha!

This was the first wizarding newspaper that Nietzsche subscribed to. As soon as he opened it, he smelled a familiar smell. He almost misread it, thinking that another media outlet was commenting on the English police station.

"The investigation into the illegal break-in at Gringotts on July 31st is still ongoing. We have exclusive information that it was the work of an unknown dark wizard."

Nietzsche folded the newspaper in half and carefully tore off the report about the dark wizard.

He is still a little confused about the magic world, but currently it seems that it is not as peaceful as imagined~

"My father also said that Harry Potter killed the mysterious man on his own and will be a powerful dark wizard in the future." Draco said sarcastically after reading the "Daily Prophet", "Humph. ..I will go home and say, it was totally not worth it!”

Sitting opposite him was Daphne, like a hunter aiming for her prey.

Although her recent seats are all coincidental, in Nietzsche's view, her biggest shortcoming is her excessive casualness and perfect coincidence. Daphne's purpose is too strong.

Nietzsche simply asked while reading the rest of the news.

"Harry Potter was the savior of the First Wizarding War. Is this really what the Ministry of Magic said?"

No, the police in the magical world are not more incompetent than the police in England, right?

Before the First Magic War, there was a global magic war. The former was a magic war in Britain, and the latter was a world war in the wizarding world.

"It's not nonsense." Daphne turned around and looked around. After confirming that he was talking to her, she explained, "In fact, many families believe that Potter is a natural master of black magic."

Only a natural master of black magic can block the inevitable Unforgivable Curse.

This is how most pure-blood wizards feel about Harry Potter. At the same time, this is also one of the reasons why Malfoy wants to win over him.

"I'm not a born dark wizard..."

"No, of course not, your value is far greater than this." Daphne lowered her head and whispered, "Draco recently studied magic with Dean Snape, and he wants to challenge you to a duel."

"You think I can't see you singing a double act?"

Nietzsche was once again thinking about improving the intelligence assessment scores of some people in Slytherin.

"No, you can regard my behavior as an investment. If you are a Muggle, you can ask me if you don't know... Believe me, Ravenclaw rarely talks to others, and Gryffindor doesn't know. Not as many as us.”

Daphne's calm aura made her look as if she was now the heir to the Greengrith family.

Obviously, there was some kind of parallax between her and Malfoy. Just like Nietzsche, even if she couldn't win over him, she was still willing to spend some time investing in him.

Anyway...whether Malfoy wins or loses, she will not suffer.

But there is also a parallax between her and him. Daphne regards Nietzsche's concern for magical things as the curiosity that Muggle wizards should have when they first come to the magical world.

Nietzsche put his hands on the table, habitually made the gesture of thinking, and briefly changed the subject.

"What is the reason that makes a calm investor willing to act as a follower? Let me guess. After the First Magic War, Parkinson preserved a deeper foundation than Greengris."

"You think too much..."

Nietzsche looked at the middle of the Slytherin table and saw Draco, who had just finished his meal, resting on Pansy's shoulder.

All possibilities exist in his mind.

"There was an unwritten rule in the Muggle world before. In order to maximize the benefits, the royal families of various countries have more or less blood relations. I think... this unspoken rule is also applicable to pure blood."

He is so stupid. He should have figured it out earlier.

If pure blood wants to eliminate the possibility that their behavior will violate the concept and fully implement the pure blood concept, it is either close relatives marrying or marriage.

Daphne has heard of a spell in the magic world, but that kind of ability that is almost like reading minds can only be mastered by powerful wizards. She obviously did not feel any intervention of magic, but she was still stripped naked.

An unspeakable shame and anger replaced her noble demeanor that was decorated on the outside.

"You stick to Pansy Parkinson, perhaps because only in this way can you know Malfoy's preferences and achieve equal competition. A shrewd businessman does not hesitate to invest himself in it..."

But Nietzsche was splashed with water before he finished speaking.

Daphne pressed her chest, her face flushed, but this was not shy, but out of an explosive anger.

"Your reasoning is correct, but except for one thing-I don't like Draco Malfoy! I stick to Pansy just to survive between the two of them... Otherwise, why would I have to invest in you?"

Daphne left in a panic, and Nietzsche silently wiped his face with the tablecloth in the curious eyes and jokes of others, and continued to eat the fried steak.

Today is really unlucky...

A leaf made of kraft paper floated in from the door of the auditorium, suspended in front of Nietzsche's eyes, and gradually spread out.

There was only the signature of Quirinus Quirrell and a short sentence on it:

Eight o'clock in the evening.

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Everyone, please leave more messages (although I don't know why, I can't reply, but I can see it)

However, regarding the Slytherin common room, I checked the information, and the door of the Slytherin common room is indeed the stone wall behind the dungeon... (Damn, look at this unique painting style)

Volume 1: Chapter 23 Quirrell's cram school is open~

Friday night is so exciting.

Just imagine, just after the boring potion class, the next day is the weekend without classes, you can sleep in and play as much as you want, you can call your friends to wander around the castle, watch those empty shells of armor humming and fighting...

Unfortunately, these have nothing to do with Nietzsche Holmes.

He went through the moving stairs of the main tower, sorted out his thoughts, and knocked on the oak door of the office on the third floor.

"Please... come in."

The office looks very ordinary, compared with the principal's office of an elementary school, the types of decorations are a little more complicated.

There is a huge bookshelf on the left side of the entrance, and a glass display cabinet on the right side, which contains many pressed flowers; and facing the door is the desk with a crystal ball on it.

Looking past Professor Quirrell who was writing a letter, you can see the astronomical telescope by the window sill of the office.

Nietzsche was not easy to disturb, so he closed the door and carefully looked at this large office. He walked to the bookshelf and found a book about plant gardening that was not covered with dust.

"Is this... a book outside?"

The "outside world" he mentioned represents the Muggle world in the mouths of wizards.

"I bought it when I was traveling... I had just graduated at that time, and I liked to walk around and sit closer..."

Quirrell pushed the letter he had written aside, clapped his free hands, and turned the metal thing standing on the ground into a chair, and immediately demonstrated a wandless and silent spell.

The chair first flew under Nietzsche, and when he sat down, it immediately flew to the side of the desk.

The strong smell of garlic made Nietzsche squint his eyes and lower his head slightly, so he happened to see a letter that the professor had just written, but Nietzsche could only take a quick glance at it in just five seconds...

Because of Quirrell's unique stuttering, he had to divert his attention.

"What new...new information did your intuition bring?"

"In fact, I found a lot of information in the library." Nietzsche glanced at the dark night sky and took out the notes he had prepared long ago. "About the floating spell, it's still a bit troublesome when translating Latin."

He didn't have the mobile phone that looked like a miniature TV in his dream.

When translating, he could only look up the dictionary and look for it word by word, and his eyes were almost blind.

Quirrell took it over and became very interested after just a few minutes of reading, because Nietzsche divided the spell into several sections and analyzed them one by one in a literal translation:

Wing/ard/Ium Leviosa

Translated as -- (fly/high, lift up and rise)

"I see, no wonder you think the levitation spell is not to eliminate the gravity of the target..." Quirrell was a little excited, but finally sighed in frustration, "lift up...fly high?"

He looked at Nietzsche and sighed in his heart: How young, he is only in the first grade.

But Quirrell suddenly covered the back of his head, and then sweat oozed from his forehead, so he quickly got to the point. He knew that he had no choice but to hurry up and get to the point.

"Your current research direction does not have... too... too many problems. The standard spells... are indeed in the Latin system..."

Ahhhhhhh!

This terrible speaking speed made Nietzsche's thoughts begin to diverge, and he was really going crazy.

However, it is worth mentioning that although Professor Quirrell has a Ravenclaw's weird personality and stuttering accent, in terms of theoretical knowledge, he is almost standing on the shoulders of giants and looking down on Nietzsche.

"So the conclusion is consistent with my intuition, right? Anyway, magic can't be seen or touched, you can only feel it."

"Don't...don't be impatient, but do you know how to use emotions to perform it?" When Quirrell raised his head again, he looked at the student with admiration in his eyes, "It's already very good for a Muggle wizard to be able to...perfectly perform a spell."

"Are Muggle wizards generally slow to learn?"

"Of course...Muggles and wizards look at things differently. You should...should understand what your heart...heart was like when you successfully used the Levitation Spell for the first time."

He put down his notes temporarily and guided Nietzsche from the side of the question.

"Firm determination...?" Nietzsche was a little uncertain.

"It's rare to see a little wizard who can succeed in the first class...Yes, it's 'determination'! Most Muggle wizards need time to adapt to new learning methods, so the same is true for emotions."

Professor Quirrell's logic is not roundabout, so Nietzsche understood it very quickly.

The wizard's determination can mobilize magic, and the influence on positive and negative emotions gives magic a characteristic.

Muggle wizards are in the outside world, and the Muggle society has always advocated "rationality" and "rules", which is completely opposite to the emotional wizards, so they always restrain their emotions when they first enter the magic world.

Yes, that's right...

Determination will not only affect the success of the wizard's spell, but also change the effect of the spell due to the influence of emotions, just like the dark wizards always hold a kind of hatred and hatred.

"The limp leg spell will not only make the target lose action, but they can even be pulled out of the leg bones by the dark wizards."

That's right!

The limp leg spell will make the target's legs lose strength, but pulling out the bones will also cause the "limp leg" state, but the effect is different.

"So the standard spell is to impose a state on the target, and different emotions can impose different effects on the target?!"

"It's almost like this. The levitation spell can only make an object have a "floating" state, while a specific crushing spell will make the target fly up first and then explode...so most of the black magic is the most convenient."

Among them, the crushing spell is specifically effective on buildings, which is considered an upgrade of the unlocking spell.

In Professor Quirrell's narration, black magic seems to be the direction in which wizards study magic.

"But there are some things that you can't choose, professor." Nietzsche pondered for a while and continued, "At least black magic is not the most convenient for me."

"What is the personal reason? If you can tell me, it may be more helpful for research."

"The limitation of the wand, Ollivander said that the wand made of unicorn hair cannot be powerful." Nietzsche was a little restrained and raised his hand to scratch his head, "So, I plan to take a different path."

This is indeed a bit personal.