Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Memorize the potion sequence list for me. I don't think a person who can't even figure out the name of the potion can beat a Malfoy."

To be honest, Nietzsche thought that the professor was asking him to work for free, but he didn't expect that he was really forcing himself to endorse.

"You know about this?"

"Humph, what kind of hobby can a student who has to memorize the steps for making potions have? I don't think he will become very fond of learning overnight."

"Then why don't you teach me a few tricks?"

Is Snape really the kind of person with a cold face and a warm heart?

If this were the case, Nietzsche would be willing to apologize for his previous prejudice.

"Don't you have a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Snape sneered several times from his throat, "Let me see the professor's defense teaching skills. Don't worry, I can at least guarantee that you won't die."

Sorry, Snape is a living, cold-blooded creature, and his prejudices are correct.

There are nearly seventy-six kinds of potions in the potion sequence, and all Nietzsche needs to do is to write down the names, effects, and perfect states of the potions.

"By the way, what I mean is that as long as you don't die on the spot, I can save you even if you breathe. After all, I rarely do those little evil curses that look like mischief."

Snape was definitely being cautious, but his goal was successful, and Nietzsche shuddered unexpectedly.

As for Nietzsche, who currently only knows the freezing spell and the floating spell, he can only place his hope on Professor Quirinus Quirrell. Not to mention whether the experiment can be successful within two days, it would be great if he could get some counter-curses. .

Somehow, what was originally a competition between two wizards, Muggles and purebloods, seemed to have turned into a competition between two professors.

What Nietzsche didn't know was that what had just happened this morning was just after lunch, and everything had changed. Almost everywhere he went, there were people peeking at him.

He still looked down upon how boring the students at Hogwarts were on the weekends.

In the leisure time after lunch, Nietzsche did not find any entertainment activities, and the Muggle electronic equipment was also malfunctioning. He couldn't take out the Colt revolver that Watson's father had hidden in his luggage.

So he could only go to the library on the fifth floor to kill time, but when he walked between the Latin and Runes shelves, Nietzsche quickly knew why his classmates were staring at him.

"I heard that someone in Slytherin took the lead in resisting Malfoy, what? Of course it wasn't Harry Potter... I don't know..."

On the long table next to the window, several first-year students were discussing enthusiastically. Judging from the badges on their chests and the yellow and black bow ties, they were from Hufflepuff House.

"Who did you listen to?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Nietzsche saw this girl with two pigtails on the train. "I...I planned to go to the Potions classroom to bring out the crucible for practice, but guess who I saw... "

"Wait a minute...Hannah, are you secretly learning Potions behind our backs?!"

"Ahem---" the girl asked herself and said, "Yes! I saw Malfoy in confinement in the classroom, haha... You didn't see that his hands and clothes were covered with slug mucus. "

No way?

In Nietzsche's mind, Draco Malfoy was thrown into the basement by the collar by the Dean on that rare first weekend, with a bucket full of slugs at his feet.

No, he doesn't plan to raise Professor Snape's image just yet... What if he changes his mind next time?

"What are you doing sneakily?"

Nietzsche first smelled a citrus fragrance, and then heard a familiar voice. When Hannah just turned her head, he had already put the books on the bookshelf back, blocking his face.

Hermione...her again!

"What?" Nietzsche grinned and forced himself to calm down, "I'm looking at the connection between Latin and magic..."

"Do you know what happened about you at noon! Nietzsche, as long as I don't keep an eye on you for a day, you can cause trouble!"

"Should I know?"

He grinded his teeth, turned his head, and found that there were several Gryffindors behind Hermione. They blocked the aisle in the middle of the bookshelf, including Ron Way, who was scolded the most by Malfoy. Sly.

When Nietzsche saw Harry's unconcealable excitement, a bad premonition came over him.

Hermione pressed his shoulder with one hand, and then gradually straightened her entire body.

"Everyone in Slytherin has gone crazy, saying that you don't like Malfoy and want to gain his status among the freshmen. You even used means to get him locked up in advance. And... here is the rune book district."

"No, this is the Latin section, and behind you is the runes shelf."

He pointed to the book he had just put back.

"I memorized the structure of the library on the third day of school. If you had not paid attention to other people just now, you would have noticed that 'ancient runes' were written in Latin on the cover."

"Tsk..."

But when Hermione saw the way he curled his lips, she felt as happy as if she had eaten half a chocolate frog.

Especially Harry, who was more excited than anyone else. He grabbed Ron by the collar and shook him wildly, shaking his head like a rattle.

"Ron, I told you he is different from other Slytherins!"

"Okay, okay, you win, take the last bag of strange-flavored beans in my pocket."

Volume 1: Chapter 25 Duel! duel!

If you ask Harry who he hates the most.

He can say "Dudley Dursley" the next second after you ask the question.

But if you ask the same question now... Harry may have to think about it, and after comparison, tell you "Dursley and Malfoy, neither of them can be missing."

Because Malfoy not only represents the family heritage, but also won a series of titles that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve, such as "Dark Wizard", "The Most Disrespectful Running Dog of the You-Know-Who", "Wizard's Dust", "Fence-Sitter", etc.

So... Nietzsche's image has gradually changed a little bit.

But before that, let's pull back our thoughts.

"Who spread it?" Nietzsche found a dusty seat in the innermost corner of the library, "Although the duel is indeed true, Malfoy can't show off everywhere!"

In this group, in addition to Neville, there is another unfamiliar face.

After Hermione's introduction, I learned that he was Seamus Finnigan who helped Neville out of the potions class on Friday.

Seamus' hair changed from brown to its original light brown. The black school uniform was full of wrinkles and there were traces of being wetted by soup during lunch, which meant that the owner of the clothes was a bit lazy.

"George and Fred said that it seemed that a few Slytherins heard the conversation when they came to buy things from them."

"Senior year?"

"Of course they are senior years. The freshmen don't know that the two of them have the ability to sneak out of the school... Uh!" Ron proudly talked about the glorious deeds of his brothers, and only came back to his senses when Harry hit him with his knee.

But it was too late, because Hermione had already set her sights on him.

Ron's mind was working fast at this moment, and he immediately changed the subject: "But we didn't expect Snape to put him in detention. This shouldn't be... Maybe you helped his college add a lot of points."

But Hermione didn't think so. She felt that Nietzsche shouldn't use such an extreme method.

Well, she was just worried that the other party would take other means to retaliate if they were forced into a corner. Hermione recalled the scene when she first met the Watsons. There was a faint smell of cigarettes at the door of his house.

Later, when she returned home, her father told her that Nietzsche's father was a retired military doctor.

"Don't--fight--"

"That's not a fight!" Ron retorted with his eyes wide open, "That's a duel. If both sides agree, even the professors of the school can't stop it. For the sake of everyone being freshmen, as long as one side is unconscious, it's fine."

"What does that mean?" Harry was a little eager to try, "Nietzsche, how about letting me do it..."

In fact, Ron and Seamus wanted to get involved, but for the sake of Little McGreg, they chose to lower their heads and eat the beef pie in their hands. The atmosphere was a little subtle.

"Oh? Harry, what spells do you know?" Hermione said lightly, "You can even pronounce the spell of the levitation spell wrong, so you go up to be a shield for Nietzsche?"

"If Nietzsche can win..."

Think about it with your brain, one for two, it's a win anyway.

But Hermione couldn't stand it. She slapped Harry's hand that was stretched out to Nietzsche, turned sideways, and ruthlessly stood between the two of them.

Okay, okay, Granger... calm down... think about how you should reduce the losses of this matter. What if Nietzsche loses? What if Nietzsche is not gentle?

"If you are really worried about Nietzsche, why don't you be his assistant?" Ron swallowed the food in his mouth and made a vague suggestion.

"What does this have to do with me?"

Hermione just thought they were unreasonable.

But on second thought, she felt that this was also a helpless way: she could control Nietzsche and at the same time reduce the danger caused by the duel.

"Don't worry, we still have two days." Nietzsche didn't understand Ron's suggestion, but was a little disgusted, "If it really doesn't work, learn some curses temporarily... Hermione is not suitable for this practice."

"Can you stop playing childish provocations?"

"Compared to these, I'm still worried about what Malfoy has learned from Snape."

Neville suddenly remembered something, and the words came to his lips but couldn't spit them out. He was hesitant, which annoyed Hermione who was sitting next to Nietzsche, so he simply issued a "pardon".

"But what is certain is that this duel cannot be shirked. Think about it, now half of the school knows about it."

"Damn Malfoy, he is forcing you!" Harry said coldly, "He looks down on people like us, but you stole his limelight, so he deliberately made it impossible for you to refuse."

Although there was a chance to make friends once, if he could do it again, he would still punch Draco Malfoy in the stomach.

Harry hates people talking about his parents the most.

"Cunning Slytherin..." Ron muttered, "Of course not including Nietzsche, he is special."

Everyone has his own thoughts, but only Harry hopes that Nietzsche will choose him as his dueling assistant. Maybe the Sorting Hat is right. He seems to be particularly eager to prove himself.

Hermione looked out the window. There was a stone house at the edge of the forest in the distance, and smoke was rising from it.

Now she was in a very contradictory mood. On the one hand, she wanted to experience the dueling culture of wizards; but on the other hand, she felt that it was not a good idea to do so. However, after hearing what Ron said about "compliance", it was another matter.

This wizard culture similar to the Knight Challenge sounds... interesting?

The few of them sat for a while and then left.

Harry and Ron were not the kind of people who would sit in the library for an entire afternoon, while Neville and Seamus felt that today's learning load was enough... they didn't have Hermione's patience.

You know, this first weekend is very precious. As a Gryffindor, you can't just stay in the library on the fifth floor and waste all your exploration time, right?

So, the atmosphere gradually became quiet as they left.

Nietzsche opened his notebook, which contained many words newly added by Professor Quirrell. Although his eyes were looking at yesterday's harvest, his mind was always thinking about the duel.

But he was the first to lose his temper.

"How about... be my assistant?"

"What?" Hermione crossed her legs and tilted her ear. "Sorry, your voice is too soft, I didn't hear you clearly."

"How about I drop out of school." Nietzsche suddenly changed his words. "Anyway, Malfoy's father is also the director of this school. Whether I win or lose, I won't get any good. I might as well just drop out..."

But Hermione just squinted at him, with her two big front teeth bared.

"That's not like you."

"If you help me, maybe there will be a chance!" Nietzsche saw that the hard way didn't work, so he could only use the soft way. "Just once, just help me once, can you bear to see your deskmate being bullied?"

Hermione's goose bumps all rose up. She hated Nietzsche's behavior the most, because she really fell for it.

"Just once! I won't make an exception again!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her hips, and lowered her roar.

It's really weird. Since when did she slowly change so much... Hermione thought about her childhood and suddenly realized how quiet she used to be and how she would never get angry easily.

Yes... It's okay, Nietzsche is angry.

Maybe one day, she will become the youngest patient with hypertension.

"Wingardium Leviosa~"

Nietzsche's spell attracted her attention. This was the first spell that the first-year students learned. Although it was a very simple levitation spell, even so, only Hermione's feathers moved a little in the whole class.

You know, even so, in Professor Flitwick's opinion, it was good to be able to move twice in the first class.

But what about Nietzsche?

He can now make the discarded kraft paper on the table float in the air and spin.

'The change of magic... Use emotions to achieve your goals...' Professor Quirrell's intermittent teachings echoed in his ears.

After trying several times, he looked at the ups and downs of the paper and felt a little irritated.

There is no doubt that this is indeed a levitation spell.

But it didn't work, the paper still floated in the air, occasionally spinning and turning over because of the cold wind blowing in from the window.

"Wait, how did you do it?"

"Just use your heart..." Nietzsche muttered.

"Speak human language!"