Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Take out your wand and use the Cruciatus Curse on it." He was very calm. "Don't worry about trace magic. I placed a spell here before going to bed last night. No magic can affect this place."

His calm look reminded Hermione of something bad.

"Isn't this a preview?" she said incredulously, "Are you going to teach students how to use the Cruciatus Curse? This is the Unforgivable Curse, this is... No, I won't just use this spell."

Hermione was so aware of the damage the Cruciatus Curse caused that her teeth were still chattering.

It's not that she completely rejects it, but she is determined to use it in such an unreasonable way.

"Do you know this?" Grindelwald said, pointing to the diary.

"A self-aware Horcrux that stores Voldemort's soul." She said calmly.

"That's right, so you don't need to have any sympathy." His voice sounded far and near, echoing in the girl's ears, "You have to regard black magic as a tool. This is what I want to teach. thing."

There is no need to have hard-earned emotions, but to have a strong personal will.

The wizard's personal will will give power to the magic power, which can cause damage, treatment, repair or a specific state to the target, or it can be death...

"Will is the key, and this is the first lesson I want to teach you."

Grindelwald raised his hand without making any sound, and his eyes showed no emotion. They were as ordinary as eating and drinking. A scarlet light illuminated Hermione's eyes.

The Cruciatus Curse immediately entered Riddle's diary.

"Ah!!" The diary let out a shrill scream, and then a lot of black smoke emerged from it.

The black smoke quickly formed a blurry colored figure, and Tom Riddle was seen looking at the two people angrily. He looked at Hermione for the first time, only to find that the other person was very angry.

So he turned his attention to another person.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Riddle yelled crazily, "The Cruciatus Curse? Huh? I want to tell Dumbledore!"

This made Hermione feel extremely ridiculous.

Voldemort's soul turned out to be like a child threatening his classmates, clamoring to tell the teacher about being bullied.

"Look, it's that simple..." Grindelwald ignored him and turned around to teach, "Emotions are a direct way to seduce the will, but Riddle and I don't know each other, so I just wanted to have fun."

‘Have some fun’ and correct me – use the Cruciatus Curse.

Riddle immediately understood the situation. Obviously, he was now just a tool used by Grindelwald to teach his students.

He hurriedly said: "You can't just teach her like this!"

"I have taught more people than you," Grindelwald said.

"Yes, that's right. It's okay if it's someone else, but not Granger!" Riddle said in a low voice, "She was tortured by Voldemort... Do you understand? You are just hurting her again in the same way. she!"

Grindelwald actually listened to his words.

When he saw the girl holding back the discomfort and glaring at him angrily, he couldn't help but fell silent - who knew Hermione had experienced something like this?

After a long time, he said: "You need to get back on your feet."

"This is not a reason for you to torture others for no reason." Hermione said displeasedly, "Even if he is Voldemort, he should be sentenced to death. This is respect for him as a human being."

Do these wizards have any psychological problems?

Riddle was greatly moved after hearing this and said from the side: "I wish you had said the same thing when we were in the secret room."

He was very worried about Nietzsche's revenge.

"That's another thing!" She put her hands on her hips and pointed at him, "You are just a prisoner now. If torture can save someone, then I won't stop you... It's a pity that I can't now!"

In Grindelwald's eyes, Hermione is a restrained and rational person.

This also shows another level of her willpower - her respect for life exceeds her fear.

Yes, what she resisted was not the curse, but the purpose of the curse.

Hermione did not immediately rejoice and let go of her burden because Riddle was tortured, but was angry at Grindelwald's indifference.

"You are very similar to Albus..." Grindelwald smacked his lips, showing some interest. "When I used to experiment with the Unforgivable Curse, he always liked to chirp next to me."

He understood immediately - Hermione felt that what he had just done was no different from Voldemort's.

"It's strange, but didn't he torture you in the same way?"

Riddle secretly glanced at the girl's face.

"That was done by Voldemort. I am Riddle now, understand? Old man!"

"That's a twisted form of revenge." Hermione said not to be outdone, "If you want to test my will, then just come... Even if you torture him all day, I won't will feel happy!”

Seeing Grindelwald eager to try, Riddle walked back and forth in front of the two of them with a sad face.

But what finally made the first-generation Dark Lord put his mind at ease was not Hermione's retort, nor Riddle's poor performance...but Nietzsche who climbed in from the window facing the garden.

With excitement on his face, he started calling the girl's name from across the living room.

‘Beowulf’ comes!

Nietzsche looked at Hermione, Riddle and the unknown old man, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Which...are you still busy?"

(Jie Jie Jie, Fox knows that some people will think that Hermione is a "Mother" and not happy enough, but don't worry, because next, we will focus on describing the other side of Hermione. This is a transitional plot)

Volume One: Chapter 141 The Old First Generation Dark Lord

Nietzsche was sandwiched between Hermione and Grindelwald on the sofa.

Now, he is the most confused one in the Granger family. He originally just took advantage of the rare good weather in England to ask Hermione to go to Diagon Alley and show off his first step in becoming a novelist.

For Nietzsche, Hermione wanted him to share the 'pain'.

"You're already here, so don't leave." Hermione put her arm around Nietzsche's neck and looked at him lovingly.

This look made Nietzsche's goosebumps rise, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up instantly. His intuition reminded him that Hermione had no good intentions.

His ass felt like there was a needle drilling into it, and he kept twisting and turning, always wanting to get up, but how could Hermione give him this chance?

"I suddenly remembered that Howard had some urgent matters!"

"Let's talk about it next time if you have any questions." Hermione almost leaned on him in order to shift her focus, "Great, it wouldn't be fair to you to prepare for this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts class by yourself."

You're here just in time~

In fact, she just wanted Nietzsche to accompany her. It was too scary to face such an old wizard alone!

In the magical world, the older the wizard, the weirder he is. After all, who would teach him the Unforgivable Curse...

On the other hand, Grindelwald was very calm. He kept stroking the white stubble on his chin, but he didn't see any big or earth-shattering secrets. Apart from being more handsome, he didn't see anything that looked like him. .

He was even more dissatisfied when he saw Nietzsche blushing slightly due to Hermione's snort.

Huh... He wouldn't have been like this back then.

"Nietzsche, he is simply crazy!" Riddle's shadow seemed to have seen a savior. He immediately pointed at Gellert and cursed, "He actually used the Cruciatus Curse openly, and he used it on me!"

But Nietzsche just glanced at him with a frown.

"Aren't you still fine?"

He sniffed, because Hermione was so close, Nietzsche smelled a very obvious fragrance, not the kind described in the movie, but some kind of floral fragrance.

Maybe some of Mrs. Granger's flowers?

"Ahem...but he used it in front of Granger."

Nietzsche immediately changed his face, looked at Grindelwald seriously and said: "How can a professor use this kind of curse in front of students without any need and for no reason?"

Riddle nodded repeatedly.

As a prisoner, he understood his situation very well and just stood aside and kept echoing.

But Nietzsche went on to say: "I know you want to vent your anger on the students of Hogwarts and the wizards who were once oppressed, but at least don't do it in front of us, more or less hide it, even if it is secretly... No shame!”

Now it was Grindelwald's turn to nod appreciatively.

It seems there are still sensible people here~

Nietzsche was like a non-stick pan, and neither Hermione nor the new professor ‘Grendel’ was offended.

"Okay, okay, I will pay attention next time." Grindelwald waved his hand and immediately dismissed Riddle's memory, and walked down the steps given by Nietzsche.

Looks like there will be a next time...

Tom Riddle felt that his life would not be peaceful for a while, at least he would have to get used to the Cruciatus Curse that he didn't know when it would come. Under this strong contrast, he suddenly began to miss Dumbledore.

At least in the hands of the other party, he would not be treated like this.

"So what did you learn?" Grindelwald brought the topic back.

To be honest, he is very dissatisfied with Hogwarts under Dumbledore's leadership. At least from the current point of view, his intuitive feeling for Grindelwald is that... although it sounds a bit unpleasant, he is indeed a bit weak.

Apart from the black magic that can be used to 'fight fire with fire', there are almost no other deep-level things involved.

"Except for those magics that are not allowed, we have our own magic research."

Hermione raised her head proudly, maybe Nietzsche's arrival gave her some courage, so she pulled Nietzsche, who could barely be called a friend, to the back of the garden.

Because it was covered by anti-tracking and confusion spells, they were free to use magic with their own wands.

And Hermione was also holding back a lot of anger and was just about to vent her anger.

"Interesting." Grindelwald casually broke off a walnut branch from the yard and used it as a wand. "Magical research is not something you just talk about casually. You have to show it."

So Hermione's dissatisfaction with him immediately turned into motivation.

As soon as she turned her wand, the curse was revealed to Grindelwald in its most powerful form - he could clearly feel that the most primitive and essential power was affecting his every move.

His arms began to become unable to move, and his feet began to gradually hang in the air.

It's a very novel feeling, because Grindelwald knows that this is magic that acts directly on his body, infinitely closer to...

"Not a bad curse." He activated the magic power in his body, just like the wizard's first burst of magic power, and cleared away the effects attached to him, "Yes, that's it, use your will to use power. "

He could feel Hermione's determination because she wasn't driven by any unnecessary emotions.

Magic that directly acts on the target, even if the effect does not look so gorgeous, is always the first in efficiency and is even more elusive.

"It's not a curse," Hermione said, looking at him pitifully. "It's not even any branch of dark magic."

The generation gap between her and him is so deep.

"This doesn't make sense. Black magic is the crystallization of magic, the closest thing to its essence. Being able to directly act on the target is one of the characteristics of the curse..." Grindelwald said hesitantly.

Nietzsche listened with great interest, but... hiss, wait a minute, this way of explanation is so familiar, he seems to have heard it somewhere.

correct! Isn't this what Quirrell said back then?

"Derived magic and applications of the Levitation Spell." Hermione sneered. This was her last respect for the old wizard. "It seems that black magic is not omnipotent, nor is it closest to its essence."

Grindelwald didn't have time to think carefully, because Hermione changed her single-wielding posture to dual-wielding, and rushed over with the lightsaber.

Each wave brought with it a buzzing sound of plasma. She tried to be like Nietzsche, adding a magical gesture to her waving movements---it seemed to have a unique sense of beauty.

"Expelliarmus!"

For example, the second before she stabbed Grindelwald, her step happened to be the gesture of the disarming spell.

Even if he escaped the disarming spell, the next second would be a stabbing attack that locked the opponent's position...Hermione had never neglected herself. She had always been observing and trying her best to improve herself.

Once Grindelwald was brought closer to Hermione, he fell into her rhythm.

Just when Nietzsche thought she was about to win, he didn't expect that the new professor used defensive magic to catch her attack, and then a small cluster of dazzling lightning appeared on the branch that was broken off.

Even though Hermione escaped, her body still began to feel stiff and numb.

"Good research. I can see that you are very interested in the application of magic." Grindelwald said breathlessly.

He was old, and years of lack of nutrition and inactivity had turned him into a skeleton that was about to fall apart, not to mention that during the fight with Hermione, he always felt that his movements were restricted everywhere.

Either it gets stuck, or it moves slowly as if stuck in mud...

"So, how is my willpower?" Hermione was very cautious and tried her best to get the other party to admit it.

"Very good, that's all." Grindelwald felt like he was coaxing, his eyes lingered on the girl's face for a while, and then he said angrily, "But compared to my war magic, it's still inferior. A little bit.”

He was also very stubborn, so stubborn that he didn't want to admit that it was because he was old.

Hermione was a little satisfied now. She waited until the paralysis effect wore off, then slowly turned around and cast a proud look at Nietzsche - now it was Hermione Granger's demonstration time.

But Nietzsche just looked at her and giggled.