Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Nietzsche actually only had a big reaction when he first saw the Veela at the beginning of the school year. He remained cautious afterwards. As the impact became smaller and smaller, his resistance would naturally decrease.

"Do you need to constantly stimulate your spirit and form a defense mechanism?" He recalled his previous feelings.

"That's right." Snape hesitated for a while before looking into his eyes and continued, "You can't let your mind be so active. On the contrary, you need to stay numb. I will constantly stimulate you in the process."

This is not a good thing. It is equivalent to exposing yourself completely.

To be honest, it is no wonder that few people learn brain occlusion. In the process of learning, no one is willing to make themselves an exhibitionist. Although wizards are strange, they are just strange people to Muggles.

At the same time, this also shows that Nietzsche must have great trust in Snape...

The two of them looked at each other, and the firewood in the stove made a crackling sound. Nietzsche found it difficult to make a decision.

"You won't look at everything." He laughed twice, and suddenly felt a little regretful in his heart.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your love affair with Miss Granger... Of course, if it's another secret, it depends on whether you can keep it well." Snape showed a malicious sneer.

He seemed to have finally waited for the day when he could take revenge on Holmes. He grabbed the handrail with both hands and began to stare into Nietzsche's eyes.

At this moment, Nietzsche, who had not had time to prepare, only felt an inexplicable feeling: it was like a needle pierced into his brain from the temple. It didn't hurt, but there was obvious swelling.

And at the same time, his mind began to involuntarily recall the scenes of his childhood:

Nietzsche had just learned to walk and had some memory. He ran around in the house on Baker Street. First, he grabbed a revolver that had fallen on the ground and pulled the trigger hard, making a clicking sound;

Then he saw himself climbing onto a chair, curiously looking at the brain tissue on the plate on the table, and then he poked around with his fingers, and... he stuffed mucus into his mouth...

Where's Sherlock? Sherlock was still sleeping on the sofa, his saliva flowing from his chin to his neck.

‘No, next page, I don’t want to see this scene. ’ Nietzsche roared in his heart that only he could hear.

“WT... How did you survive until now?” Snape’s hoarse exclamation brought Nietzsche back to his senses, and he stared and said, “I know what’s wrong with your character. There is no normal person in your family.”

“No, there is still a normal one.” Nietzsche stood up for Watson.

“Really? Let me take another look...”

“No! I finally made myself forget these things!”

Nietzsche is very much like the person in “The Scream”. He tried hard to forget the past so that he could become a normal person, but now he has to remember it again.

Don’t do this kind of thing!

Chapter 265 The Unlucky Holmes

From Snape’s perspective, Nietzsche’s experience is already “richer” than most people. After all, there are not many people who have to have their stomachs washed because of ingesting formalin, not to mention that they are still children.

It is very rich, but the crises are also rich, and the ways of death are also varied.

Nietzsche was reluctant to recall those days that were almost "nightmares" for him, so he once used reading books and flipping through Watson's case records to enrich his brain.

But even if he tried desperately to suppress the swelling feeling in his temples and drive away Snape's invading thoughts, those memories would still flicker, and the fragments would be intertwined with each other, just like playing several different film reels together.

The last second was still "accidentally pulling the trigger", and the next second it would seamlessly switch to "being held hostage by a gunman".

Nietzsche recalled how his life was hanging by a thread, and the fear and helplessness that once came to him, as well as the feeling that he subconsciously felt when he was a child that the future was bleak and there was no hope.

"Calm down, all this is over." Nietzsche's brain was as reliable as ever, and he seemed to hear it say to himself, "You're still alive."

The thoughts in his brain were like an inland empire, steadily expanding around, slowly eroding his other thoughts, making himself very calm, and also temporarily suspending the beating memory.

It was like being fascinated by a veela... no, even calmer than that.

"I'm still alive?" Nietzsche said.

"Of course, and you have long surpassed yourself. Everything that doesn't kill you will make you stronger."

Nietzsche remembered the most important thing...the first time he felt magic (in the words of wizards, it was called 'magic riot')

He suddenly felt a little cold, and the intrusion disappeared. Snape's office was back. Nietzsche looked at his hands and found that he was holding the armrest tightly, with leather scraps and sponges in the gaps between his nails.

And Snape was not even sitting, the whole person was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the sofa cushion tightly with his elbows to prevent himself from sliding to the floor.

"Did I succeed?" Nietzsche hesitated and whispered.

"Not very good..." Snape said with a curled lip, mockingly, "The resistance was somewhat effective, not bad for the first time, but I didn't expect Mr. Holmes didn't have a good childhood."

No one likes to be seen by others about their most embarrassing history, and Nietzsche is no exception. He looked up at the dark ceiling awkwardly.

Snape lightly picked up the wand and restored the broken things in the room to their original state. At this time, Nietzsche discovered that it was not the dean who put out the candles, but his resistance that caused many things to be crushed.

But fortunately, the other party didn't have the heart to nag about such a trivial matter that could be restored with a magic spell.

"I'll give you three seconds to remember the reaction after stimulation and eliminate distracting thoughts...three...two...one, Legilimency!" Snape raised his wand.

Before Nietzsche took his second breath, he was like riding a roller coaster, swooping down from the sky to the ground.

This time, he saw Irene Adler, whom he met for the first time, caught up in a scandal in Bohemia.

When he was five years old, he got a kiss from Irene before leaving with an ugly photo of the royal family. The magic riot made him understand that he was not as weak as he thought... When he was nine years old, he saw Watson and Mary kissing, and he understood that they would have a future together. a family of one's own;

He saw a lip approaching...but he couldn't tell whose lips the approaching lips belonged to. Was it Irene Adler? Or Hermione?

"Cut out the bones, gouge out the bones! How long do you think she can last?"

Hermione curled up on the mud floor, twitching and moaning in pain... When the facts emerged again, he could only tell himself in his heart that this was a memory, and deliberately suppressed the restless emotions in his mind.

"Mudblood!" The sharp voices of Malfoy, Pansy, Shabini, Marcus and others echoed in his ears.

As that long memory emerged in his mind, it was also revealed in front of Snape's eyes. He could now see Nietzsche's memories and those restless emotions...

Nietzsche woke up again, but this time the dean canceled Legilimency before he could subconsciously make any substantial resistance.

"Is...is it a bit too much?" He breathed heavily and began to question Snape's teaching methods. "Isn't teaching all step-by-step? How can students be killed as soon as they get started? "

"Now you have seen it." Snape said coldly, "You have to turn your head into a fortress that even Dumbledore can't break through within ninety days... This is not enough!"

But the learner is much more tiring. He is a hands-on movie player, and Snape is just an audience.

Of course the professor thought it was very simple, but for Nietzsche, it was very troublesome to have many complicated memories suddenly pop up in his mind. Even if it was a small thing, it usually took him several days to forget it.

Damn it! Before learning Occlumency, Snape didn't say he would use Legilimency to stimulate him! !

"It's so stupid... If it were Miss Granger, maybe the progress would be faster." Snape muttered deliberately, and then changed the subject, "The mysterious man doesn't know Potter's identity yet. You’re not just there for yourself.”

His black eyes were like drills, and he wanted to pry open Nietzsche's head and pour out those memories.

While Nietzsche was adjusting to the swelling pain caused by Legilimency, Snape stood up decadently, walked to the frog brains and turpentine on the shelf, and rummaged through various bottles and jars.

"Bafe Brain Refresher, although it can't improve your IQ as advertised, it can make you calmer." The dean threw out a brown glass bottle.

Nietzsche opened the lid and almost vomited on the spot.

He didn't know if it was intentional or not, but the crushed brain tissue and mucus were mixed with the oil. It made him feel sick just looking at it... He once again recalled the various 'accidental eating' in his childhood.

He pinched his nose and poured it down his throat in one breath, and a salty, sticky and oily feeling filled his entire mouth.

"But you always want Harry to die." Nietzsche choked and shed a few tears. He sincerely hoped that the future Hermione could improve the taste of these potions as soon as possible, "Just because he is Lily's son?"

To be honest, he couldn't understand Snape's awkward and morbid state of mind.

"I wish he died, but I don't want to kill him." Snape said viciously, "As long as he doesn't die in front of me."

The Headmaster clearly cared about Harry Potter's life, but he usually tried to appear cold and indifferent when speaking.

"Remember, come here at this time every night and we will continue training." He took the empty potion bottle and said condescendingly, "I will get a bottle of Dreamless Sleeping Potion later, which will help you sleep."

Whether it was Lupin or now, it turned out that Snape was very efficient in doing things, and his vicious words did not affect his delicate arrangements.

Nietzsche never thought that one day he would be like Hermione, relying on Dreamless Sleep to fall asleep. This is because when sleeping, the mind should be kept blank and calm, and the brain can adapt to the stimulation experienced today.

He really paid too much for Hermione and this school.

Chapter 266 The Golden Tree Oath (Mistaken)

Nietzsche prepared as much as possible for the final part of the Triwizard Tournament. Later, he also devoted all his energy to Occlumency, but he usually kept a cold face most of the time.

It’s worth celebrating that every day’s progress is better than yesterday’s.

Of course, when he and Hermione were in class together, the other party would always pinch his face and gently pull it to both sides.

"It's a pity that the side effect is that I can't laugh anymore." She sighed at the side, "If you need it, I can help you make some joy potion in the centaurs tribe."

Qian "I don't know who I am like this because of!" Nietzsche glanced coldly.

"Okay~ I know you're ready, right?" Hermione sniffed and frowned, "I'll ask dad to send some mouthwash next time. The taste in your mouth is too weird... .Evil...is like a swamp full of rot.”

One of the side effects of Baffy's brain-refreshing agent is bad breath, which is physical.

While they were bickering for a long time, they were copying the translation of ancient runes in class. With the help of the brain-refreshing drug, Nietzsche's concentration was improved, and he could almost memorize the content he copied once.

The benefits of Occlumency are not only to prevent mental harm, but also to enhance logical thinking ability and make people more rational.

Ancient Runes was second only to History of Magic as boring to other students.

After they took Rune Literature as an elective last year with the urge to explore, the excitement was worn out after just one semester, so if Nietzsche looked around casually, he could see many people sleeping with their heads down.

"Rune runes are different from magic spells. The latter is a means for wizards to control magic power, while the former is a wizard's oath to the world," Professor Bathshedda Bablin said on the podium, "So I usually recommend that you Minor in Muggle Studies."

"Sounds like Germanic mythology." Hermione complained softly from below.

But she was right to complain, otherwise the professor would not have mentioned Muggle Studies. Some elective courses are related. For example, wizards who usually take Alchemy will definitely also take Ancient Rune Literature...

Since Nietzsche was exposed to Occlumency, he seemed to be gradually able to multi-task like Shylock.

While listening to the professor's lectures, he memorized them verbatim in his mind, while distinguishing 'cooperation' and 'defense' verbatim.

"Contract magic." Nietzsche was thinking about it, so he blurted it out.

"It can be regarded as a form of intersection with runes." The elderly Professor Bablin paused and slowly raised his head, as if he was surprised that his class was listened to. "This method usually remains in life. between."

The quill in Nietzsche's hand suddenly stopped, and he suddenly thought of the pendant.

"So what about some ancient blood magic? Is it related to this?"

"How could you think of going there?" Professor Bablin said in surprise, "The rune itself is mankind's oath to the universe. Just using the name is difficult enough!"

But Nietzsche obviously had special circumstances, and he kept one in his hands.

He asked curiously: "But what about protection? I mean...if one person protects another..."

"It depends on what kind of protection it is. Nowadays, wizards do not respect blood magic because the restrictions are very large. This means that if you want the protection to last, you must have enough blood relatives around you."

Professor Bablin walked down and said slowly: "Wizards usually carve runes on items instead of using them themselves... This reminds me of the Muggle mythology where the god King Odin lost his life. Eye example."

This was said a bit ambiguously, and it sounded like it would require a huge price to pay.

When Odin obtained the runes, he hung himself on the World Tree for nine days and nine nights, being penetrated by the branches, and sacrificed one of his eyes - this meant a price.

"Wait a minute, if we fix that contract protector, you won't be blind too, right?" Hermione said in a low voice.

"It doesn't have to be missing arms or legs." Nietzsche glared at her, "If the contract can be fulfilled perfectly, in human society, this kind of rule itself is the biggest flaw."

Can't you read something good?

"What, have you ever seen this kind of magic?" the professor asked the two of them.

"This thing..." Nietzsche reluctantly took off the warm pendant from his wrist under Hermione's push, "I heard that it could use blood as a medium before, but this one besides'?'."

The thing was so small that Professor Bablin had to lift his unilateral reading glasses, bend down, and put his face close to see it clearly.

He also holds a "Magic Symbol Collection" in his hand, ready to look up the runes at any time.

"The antlers of the elk---the hand that neutralizes danger, can lead people to...to the kingdom of God..." The professor squinted one eye and bulged behind his reading glasses, and muttered something.

The only difference between ancient rune literature and the history of magic is that Professor Bablin is more neurotic than Professor Binns and speaks in a nagging tone.

"God? Do wizards still believe in gods?" Nietzsche was confused.

"I heard it in the Muggle Studies class." Hermione said proudly, "The Kingdom of God means the Muggle name for protection written on the runes by wizards. Many Muggle Studies wizards believe that Muggles Knowledge enhances a wizard's magic."

Professor Bablin nodded and wrapped the thing back around Nietzsche's wrist.

"It's protective magic, but... it's more obscure than what I thought. It's more like a connection. It should be through blood, connecting two people closely, so that the two become a whole. "

Simply put, it means sharing the joys and sorrows.

If he and Hermione are protected by the oath, then no matter who is hurt, it will only be shared with the other person, unless Death takes away both of them at once...

"Thank you, Professor." Nietzsche suppressed the joy in his heart.