Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

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

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

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall asked me to come and get the Sorting Hat..." He smiled and walked over slowly, "I just didn't expect that the professor planned to escape without a fight, which made me a little bit... but that's okay. It’s just beyond my expectations.”

"Don't worry, you don't lack me as a professor, right?"

Lockhart lowered his head vaguely and locked the two boxes.

Today's professor is no longer as high-spirited as he used to be. He has a sad face and is very haggard.

But he was wrong about one thing - Professor McGonagall and others do not lack people like him, but Nietzsche does, because once Lockhart leaves, many things that have caught up will fail.

To be more precise, Nietzsche could not let Lockhart make a mistake at this juncture.

"As expected... So these books of yours are all stories you made up yourself?" 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. "

"Okay, I admit that you are indeed smarter, but I still have something to be proud of - the Forgetting Curse; secondly, those are not stories I made up."

Lockhart was very dissatisfied with what the other party said.

"You have to know that it is very difficult to perfectly erase some memories with the Forgetting Curse." Lockhart said slyly, "Especially because I need to visit the wizards who have really expelled werewolves and banshees one by one. child."

However, Nietzsche just grabbed the sorting hat placed on the table, turned around and prepared to leave.

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

It is usually used by the Ministry of Magic on Muggles, and the requirements are very precise, because if there is any leftover, the cursed person will become a fool who can't even remember what he ate for breakfast.

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

"Sorry, kid, just to be on the safe side, I need to make you forget something... at least make you forget those inferences you made about me." Lockhart pulled out his wand tremblingly, "After all, you will eventually find out what my story is all about. Counterfeit.”

He had to do it.

Because once Nietzsche escapes from the school today, as long as he tells other professors a little bit of information, his reputation will plummet.

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

But Nietzsche's move was faster. Almost as soon as Professor Lockhart took out his wand, a huge force pinched his wrist.

Yes, as he said, Nietzsche had indeed anticipated that the stories in those books were all lies, but the knowledge in them was not...including the ways to deal with werewolves and the magic spells, all of which could be looked up.

The only thing he didn't expect was that Lockhart used the Oblivion Curse to steal those glorious deeds.

The bones in Lockhart's wrist creaked and his wand fell to the ground in pain.

"I'm not interested in your little story, Professor Lockhart." Nietzsche glanced at him, "You are right, for the sake of cooperation... I will not tell others about you, but this is not Including the professors themselves will notice it.”

"What...what do you mean?" Lockhart tried to hook the wand with his toe.

"You don't really think that what you do is perfect, do you?" He said helplessly, "The contrast between you lies in the separation between the story and the reality of you. In fact, you can completely rely on these things to write a celebrity biography."

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

"No one wants to see an old American wizard who dresses tastelessly, and no one wants to see that kind of old witch... Sales are so bad, wizards just want to see a genius who travels around the world and can solve any problem. "

"Without my recommendation, no one would have accepted your biography...Nietzsche."

He smiled sarcastically, as if begging the other party not to expose the most hypocritical side of himself.

This is a choice, Nietzsche can make him ruined, but at the same time the biggest problem is... the stillborn novel about the magic car, and his own "Salazar Slytherin Thus Spoke".

Looking further ahead --- if the novel fails to get the wizard interested in magical cars, then he has lost his competition with purebloods... and even with Moriarty.

"You know what? If Hermione Granger knew you were this kind of person, she would definitely tell everyone about this, so that you would never be able to hold your head high in the wizarding world... But... who let us Are you a partner?" Nietzsche said with a smile.

But the question is what other professors will do.

Lockhart's thin, listless cheeks slowly 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 get out now; second, follow us to the secret room... After all, this is your own personal experience, and you will definitely be able to write better." Nietzsche said bewilderedly.

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

Lockhart was hesitant at this point, because he might also lose his life on this opportunity to become famous in a battle... That was the legendary basilisk, and no one dared to despise it.

"We are on the same boat...right?" He looked at Nietzsche and swallowed.

"It depends on what you do." The boy has a special set of skills for such arrogant and narcissistic people, so he continued: "Become famous in one battle, the magic car is promoted, and these reputations... are very important to you. It’s true.”

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

And this kind of visible and tangible honor is the most important to Lockhart - yes, the man who killed the Basilisk, the founder of the Flying Car... This is comparable to the third-level Merlin Order. Much stronger.

And it was real, it existed, and he didn't even need to worry about being exposed one day.

"So can my safety be guaranteed?"

"Professor, is there any benefit to me from killing you?" Nietzsche gently put the sorting hat into his hand, turned and motioned for the other person to move forward, "After all, I used you to protect Hermione. "

Lockhart had a questioning look on his face and walked forward with dull steps.

Yeah? Did he ever protect Hermione?

Nietzsche walked behind him, sighing silently.

Really, Quirrell is like this, Lockhart is like this too... In order to achieve achievements in his own field, an alternative genius like Ravenclaw is not much weaker than the ordinary Slytherin.

But fortunately, Nietzsche could still afford this kind of achievement.

Volume One: Chapter 120 The Secret Chamber Expeditionary Force

"You really should be sorted into Slytherin..."

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

"What?"

"Why did the Sorting Hat sort you into the Snake House?" Nietzsche said again carefully, "Ravenclaws like you are always more unscrupulous than us when faced with the desire for achievement, and don't even think about the consequences. "

what is this.

Where can you see the qualities of a true Slytherin anywhere but Slytherin?

Lockhart knew very little about the issue of sorting, so he could only hold the sorting hat steadily, praying in his heart that Nietzsche would not change his mind, or that he would suddenly cast a splitting spell or a blasting spell.

"Aha! Regarding this issue, we have to mention 'talent'." The sorting hat suddenly raised its tip and spoke.

This startled both Lockhart and Nietzsche.

"Are you awake early?" Nietzsche said.

"I just don't want to disturb the... um... academic exchange between a student and a professor?" The Sorting Hat's voice sounded like a buzzing bee, "But at the same time, you can't deny that Gilderoy is in a certain situation. achievements in some aspects.”

Just before Lockhart was about to smile, it immediately added: "Besides deception...I mean charms, the gift of charms."

Well, its bee-like sound is quite annoying.

Lockhart's face fell, and he stopped as he was accustomed to, and when he was about to refute, his back felt like an electric shock, and he continued on his way as if he was a mule being beaten by a whip.

Now that the wand has been confiscated, he is in no position to resist a vicious and cunning Slytherin...

Lockhart mentally cursed both Nietzsche and the Sorting Hat.

"The Forgetting Curse." Nietzsche said softly, "He mentions it almost every time, is this it?"

"That's it? Huh? You have no idea how much effort I have put into this... This is a big project. You have to know that the entire memory erasure department of the Ministry of Magic cannot be as perfect as me!" Lockhart proudly said said.

Nietzsche didn't know what to say.

In fact, Lockhart chose to take a side road. He could obviously be more glorious in some fields.

But the Sorting Hat twisted its body disapprovingly. When the two turned around the petrified corridor, it said: "Look, the students in Ravenclaw are a bit neurotic... In terms of ambition, this is also the same as Si The Lytling Difference.”

"Slytherin knows what his goal is and what he wants to do next; but Ravenclaw doesn't. They always do whatever they think of... Generally speaking, Slytherin is more honest. "

Of course, this honesty refers to the place of ‘self-deception’.

Slytherins rarely deceive themselves. Even if they kill someone, they understand why they are killing them, even if it is for a ridiculous reason.

Nietzsche made a slight comparison between Lockhart and Quirrell, and discovered that, as the Sorting Hat said, what some Ravenclaws have in common is 'self-deception'---making choices through self-deception.

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

This is a kind of deception of his own kindness. Even if the hope is almost zero, he is willing to make the choice of 'give it a try'. The same is true for Lockhart.

"A born master of the Forgetting Charm, aren't you~" the Sorting Hat said slowly.

This frightened him to the point of amusement.

As if mocking Lockhart for being able to completely deceive himself without using the Oblivion Curse, this meaningful laughter startled him into a cold sweat and made his hair stand 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. The scene in front of her was beyond her expectation.

In the original idea, Lockhart should have fled in disgrace and would not hinder their next action, but the fact was completely the opposite of her, and Snape looked at Nietzsche beside him and tilted his head slightly.

The old dean didn't like Lockhart very much, so he needed an explanation.

"What's wrong with this?" Nietzsche clapped his hands, making the atmosphere slightly more lively, "Should we continue this meaningless quarrel, or do something serious?"

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

Myrtle would no longer cry out of the toilet. Her "bedroom" was turned upside down by the professors, and even the dirty toilet lids were not spared.

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

"George and Fred are so anxious." Hermione puffed up her cheeks and said angrily, "Ginny must know something, it must be because I went to see her yesterday... It seems that you are right, she must be the important person."

She was not angry with others, but blamed herself.

But Nietzsche could understand, 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 me sure that she is controlled..."

"Look here!" Professor Flitwick lay on the sink, his clothes were wet, "I found it, there is a Slytherin mark here... Hurry up and show yourself!"

As the Ravenclaw Dean's spell fell, some sparks burst out from the faucet in the innermost sink. Everyone came closer to see that on the side of the brass handle, the sparks outlined a slender snake pattern.

How could there be a Slytherin mark in the girls' bathroom?

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

"Now you have to say a few words in Parseltongue." Ron shouted anxiously, "Say a few words..."

"What to say?" Harry scratched his hair and said in collapse, "I don't know what to say... Forget it, I'll give it a try."

Lockhart stepped back in fear, but happened to bump into Hermione. The girl was not as surprised as those book friends. Today, she showed her truest side - impatient and annoyed.

But he didn't dare to say much. After looking at Nietzsche's warning eyes, he walked back to his original position tremblingly, stood in a row with other professors, and blocked his face with the Sorting Hat.

It seemed that the basilisk would rush out in the next second, and the innocent old hat would be unlucky.

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

Snape snorted lightly, first glanced to the left, but immediately turned to the right after seeing Lockhart.

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

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

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

You know, the thousand-year-old basilisk is in it.

"I really hope Professor McGonagall can continue to serve as the principal. At least we can solve one thing before he comes back." Nietzsche held the wall and motioned them to jump down, "Please, everyone... Ladies first."

"Forget it, there is no difference between me as the acting principal and the vice principal." Minerva McGonagall jumped down first with resentment.

Then came Hermione... But she stepped on him with her leather boots before jumping down.

This self-righteous look is really annoying~

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

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

Harry took out his wand, swooped, and knocked Snape to the side, face down, and slid into the pipe.

This made the dean very angry. He held on to the water platform next to him and barely didn't slip. This funny look made Lockhart laugh inadvertently because it happened too suddenly.

"Puff..."