Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Even Hermione, who always respected teachers, couldn't stand Binns' decadence, and just listened to him quietly as he continued to talk about the goblin uprising a thousand years ago.

"My last name is Granger! Professor!"

Seeing Hermione gradually collapse, Nietzsche couldn't help but laugh.

"Miss Greenland, your ancestors must have been explorers who explored the European plate."

"Well... OK, Miss Grant, as you two can see, ghosts have no magical abilities except Peeves, so I can't appease the students'... hum... restless hearts now."

But everything has a price, so Hermione kicked him under the table, and then moved the wooden table for the two to the side of the podium.

Nietzsche asked curiously: "After becoming a ghost, will you lose your emotions?"

"No, of course not." Binns twisted his beard and said calmly, "But I just feel... a little tired. You don't like the feeling of not being able to sleep, and not being able to die, and forcing yourself to spend nearly a thousand years."

Professor Binns was invited by the founder of Slytherin from the beginning because of his erudition and quick mind.

Every day, every month, every year, there is no change. In this extremely boring wizard society with no updated history textbooks, Binns soon lost himself in the long river of time.

Lectures seemed to have become a habit and instinct for him.

"Later, students gradually lost interest in history, and I repeated the same things every year..."

Hermione sighed just by listening, but it was the repeated lectures before that made Binns rigid, which led to a closed loop of the entire logic:

He changed himself, and his thinking became rigid again; if he did not change, lecturing would be a torture for both parties.

"Maybe it's just that wizards and humans have been isolated for too long." Nietzsche intertwined his ten fingers and placed them in front of the pen tip, "Professor, you can't use the thinking that you used to face people to face students hundreds of years later."

Maybe the goblin uprisings and the International Wizarding Conference he mentioned, in the witch-hunting era, the huge information gap would naturally make wizards feel the grandeur of another world.

But how can this idea work for wizards a hundred years later?

Before coming to school, those Muggle wizards can get the news of every country by just pressing a button. They can even hear about the affairs of any star.

"So you are saying that I am too rigid?" Binns was a little unhappy, but he looked at the notebook full of words on the other's desk and suppressed his emotions. "This is how I taught when I first came to Hogwarts."

"No, I'm just curious... Is it really just because of the short witch hunt that wizards don't contact Muggles?"

Professor Binns stopped his boring voice, first looked at the two people sitting next to him, and after confirming the other's serious attitude, he squeezed out a smile that he thought was very kind.

Although in Hermione's view, this smile is the same as crying.

"This is not something that can be explained in a short time..."

"Is it because of the laziness of the top management? Inaction?" Nietzsche pressed on step by step with the most relaxed attitude, "But as far as I know, the British government knows about the existence of wizards, but why does the Ministry of Magic maintain the status quo?"

Bins looked shocked, his translucent fingers repeatedly stroked the edge of the page, and he fell into silent thought.

He didn't seem to understand the Muggles of today. This boatman who forged wooden boats now had no place on the boat. The distress and restlessness brought by parallax filled his soul that had been calm for hundreds of years.

After a long time, the class finally ended amid the snoring of everyone.

Originally, Nietzsche wanted to hold the professor to ask something, but Hermione immediately pulled the hem of his robe behind him and dragged him back to the wooden chair.

"Why do you have to be a ghost professor, put aside your pride, and go to Muggle society to take a look?"

"The incompetent British government and the Ministry of Magic have wasted precious time!" Nietzsche looked at the professor who walked through the wall without looking back and said, "You can't close your mind in the final education."

In Slytherin, Nietzsche could not see much about the future of wizards...

At least about the future, it was not full of pure blood and Muggles were inferior.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, she instinctively smelled a hint of danger from Nietzsche, just like poppy, beautiful, intoxicating, can be used as an anesthetic and full of unknown risks.

At the same time, when Mrs. Hudson of Baker Street was about to close the window, a gray-white owl squeezed in.

It was like a postman, carrying a miniature shoulder bag on its back.

"I hate Watson and Holmes the most...The magic world is not dangerous at all...I live very safely here, so safely that I never want to go home..." Watson couldn't wait to pull the envelope.

His face was full of disbelief.

"That doesn't make sense."

"Glad to help."

Mycroft pulled the letter over and quickly scanned the key points.

"Don't worry, Watson, this is a double code. Sheri and I started using it when we were kids. If the first letter of the message is a consonant, the true meaning is the opposite of what is stated."

"I will contact a few people to investigate the Malfoy family. Nietzsche's investigation work is a little beyond my expectations."

But Watson was still confused. He was overwhelmed by the explosive amount of information.

"Malfoy family?"

"Nietzsche made it very clear that all murders revolve around families that are hostile to ordinary people." Mary said casually, sitting on the sofa, "They don't want wizards and Muggles to get along too peacefully."

Watson was stunned by his fiancée's speech, and even Mycroft cast an approving look.

"You know, I finally understand now why some men with special temperaments would, under certain circumstances, wish to have someone of the opposite sex around them like you."

"Ahem...Excuse me, I'm just an ordinary female teacher."

Watson responded in confusion: "But even if they provoke a war between the two worlds, what good will it do to them?"

Sherlock frowned, he had realized how important Nietzsche was in it.

"Who knows? World War I was a world war started by capital reaching its final stage and evolving into imperialism. How did the nearly 10 million people who died know that this was just for the powerful to take a bite of cake?"

wizard...

What an amazing and sad group of people.

Volume 1: Chapter 19 May the magic be with you

On the morning after Mercury returned, Nietzsche finally stepped into the Charms classroom.

But there is good news recently, that is, Draco took his luggage to other dormitories, leaving Nietzsche alone.

The bad news is that this seems to be Draco Malfoy's plan. He wants to start a cold war, completely isolate Nietzsche from Slytherin, and want to drive him crazy.

Even Snape could see this situation, so he warned during the night confinement:

"The four major colleges will not make changes based on the will of an arrogant fool."

But Nietzsche turned a blind eye.

The Cold War was a battle of ideologies, but sometimes many miracles were born out of it.

In fact, Nietzsche had too many things to think about, and questions like those raised by Professor Binns yesterday also filled his heart.

"Okay, everyone, no matter what happens between you, at least maintain awe of magic here." Flitwick looked at the distribution in the classroom and made a sharp voice, "Pick up your wands!"

As if it was an agreement, everyone stayed away from Nietzsche.

They looked at each other and whispered, keeping their voices audible but not audible.

Professor Flitwick stood on top of a book and waved his wand, making the messy podium from the previous class light and airy. Then several heavy books were stacked high, and the book under his feet flew up together with himself.

"Wingardium Leviosa"

His voice was high-pitched, but his incantations were unmistakable.

After attracting everyone's attention, he continued to introduce kindly: "The Floating Curse, this is the first spell you need to learn."

Charms, Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts are courses with more practice.

In this kind of class, all the wizards were holding their wands excitedly and working hard, but the feathers in front of them were motionless and suddenly shook, which made the little wizards excited.

Unfortunately, it was just the wind blowing in through the window.

"Pay attention to your gestures! Gently lift the wrist holding the wand, don't be too deliberate!"

Nietzsche, sitting alone in a row, recalled in his mind the feeling when his magic went crazy for the first time:

He can make this thing float, it doesn't depend on the size of the object, or whether he thinks about it or not;

Without giving it a try, there is only either you can or you can’t!

"Wingardium Leviosa~"

Nietzsche could clearly feel the gentleness brought by the unicorn hair, and the magic power was very slow. Then the white feather in front of him broke away from the constraints of gravity and slowly floated up.

It's like there is a pair of invisible hands holding the feathers underneath...

Although the hands were shaking as if they were suffering from Parkinson's disease, at least he succeeded.

"Nice levitation spell, five points for Slytherin!" Flitwick jumped slightly and floated in front of Nietzsche, his beard twitching due to his applause, and his eyes narrowed.

But this compliment sounded very harsh to the ears of Malfoy and others.

It's really ironic that a pure-blood wizard was outclassed by a Muggle wizard.

"Professor, I have a little question~" Nietzsche touched the back of his head, which was slightly cold.

"You're so studious, just ask!"

"Is it because the wizard can make feathers escape gravity because of a spell or because of magic power?" He can always find problems from some tricky angles.

"Of course it's because of the magic power. After you learn the silent spellcasting in the ultimate wizard examination, you will understand that the magic spell is just used to control the magic power in the wizard's body and make it... docile."

In order to express it more accurately, Professor Flitwick thought a little about the last word.

"But the feeling of the floating spell to me is more like 'grabbing'. The magic power does not make gravity disappear, but catches the target."

"How did you come to this conclusion?" Flitwick was about to point out the others. Hearing this answer, he suddenly turned around, his eyes showing excitement, "This...with all due respect, this is related to the standard magic." The essence of the curse.”

"Just...a gut feeling..."

But Nietzsche disliked this word.

Intuition, which means that he has no conclusive evidence, only an intuitive feeling.

"Elaborate!" Flitwick tilted his head and calmed down his mood, "I'm sorry, I just haven't found a breakthrough in the spell for a long time. Are the 'catch' and 'float' you mentioned the same thing?"

"Floating... is a form of expression, but I can feel the interaction between magic and objects. Of course, I can only feel it on some 'trouble-free' spells."

Nietzsche cut off the connection with the wand, and the feather floating dangling above his head fell back to the table.

"In fact, these spells do not require the caster's emotions, so most of them are not harmful... I recommend "The Fifth Element: Exploration", which tells the difference between white magic and black magic. "

This is another knowledge point that needs to be noted down.

Wizards' black magic and unseen white magic generally require the caster to have a certain degree of malice and goodwill in order for the spell to have corresponding power.

But standard spells are different. They don't require any emotion. As long as the wizard's spells and gestures are correct and he has a certain belief in his heart, he can cast them.

"Your perspective of observation, to be honest, is very...weird. Please tell me that, because wizards, including me now, have a fixed view of some magic spells as 'it just works', but that doesn't mean you're wrong." ”

Flitwick looked at the magic clock on the stone wall with some regret.

Time was limited, and he couldn't immediately drag the Slytherin in front of him to the office to discuss it, not to mention that his next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

At this time, the headmaster of Ravenclaw must be able to find a common topic with the headmaster of Hufflepuff:

About Severus Snape's bad luck.

"I mean, the levitating spell might be useful in a duel..." Nietzsche thought about the introduction about Dean Flitwick in the book, and then said what he wanted.

This seemingly ordinary and very small Filius Flivi was definitely an unreachable giant in dueling. He was the champion of consecutive dueling competitions when he was young.

"But are you going to make your opponent levitate? The idea is good, but it's a pity that only an armor spell can prevent your interference."

"What if the essence of the floating spell is not to erase gravity?" Nietzsche waved his wand excitedly, causing the feathers to do somersaults. "Maybe I can control the opponent's armor spell or..."

"Then please confirm the essence of the Levitation Curse. But for your serious thinking, Slytherin will give you five points!"

Slytherin was stunned.

Originally they were trying to isolate Nietzsche, but unexpectedly during class, Nietzsche asked the professor to isolate them.

Unwilling to admit defeat, Malfoy's wrists became sore, but he finally let the feather fly a few centimeters off the table. Although both Pansy and Blaise admired him, he understood that this kind of performance could not even make the professor look away.

It was as if Daphne was in herbal medicine class and could only get a perfunctory nod from Professor Sprout.

"Huh, he can't be omnipotent!" Pansy comforted, "Don't worry."

"I hope so..." Malfoy tightened his grip on his wand.

His magical talent, which was praised by his father and mother, was not worth mentioning in front of Nietzsche.

Even the innate pride of being born into a large pure-blood family, with his attitude of disregarding all unspoken rules, is tantamount to playing the piano to an ox.

Finally, under Nietzsche's humorous chat, Flivi ended the chat happily.