Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The only record of the Deathly Hallows is The Tales of Beedle the Bard, so they remain a mystery in the wizarding world.

Obviously, this powerful curse cannot be cured by ordinary potions, and it seems that Dumbledore did not intend to put all his hopes in the hands of the two potion masters in the magical world. He chose another method:

Deathly Hallows.

Of course, this is just an inference and cannot be completely confirmed...

Nietzsche grabbed Slughorn after Snape's figure disappeared into the darkness of the basement.

"So, the curse of the Inferi cannot be eradicated?" His nagging look, coupled with his breathtaking blue eyes, almost left Slughorn with no idea of ​​resistance.

Death Eaters, no one in their right mind is even remotely loyal.

"Yeah, that's good news for you, isn't it?" Slughorn said sullenly.

"You know that's not what I'm asking." Nietzsche pressed impatiently.

He was asking about the origin of dark magic like the Inferi. No one seemed to know about it before Voldemort appeared. Even "Poisonous Magic" and the broken "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed" did not leave any records.

It's as if this kind of black magic was invented by Voldemort.

"The Inferi...the earliest image comes from the three brothers in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard." Slughorn took two steps back in fear and said tremblingly, "No one will go except that person. Understand this life-defying magic."

"So, he can only wait to die?" Nietzsche said with a look of contempt, "Just do what Dumbledore said."

Slughorn's office is not a traditional professor's lounge, but is on the seventh floor. It looks about the same size as the principal's office, and there is a round sandalwood table in the center for gatherings.

Judging from the gorgeous decoration and the melancholy eyes used to teach, this was the meeting place of the Slug Club in the past.

Nietzsche poured himself a glass of mead and crossed his legs by the stove. While tasting the sweet alcohol sliding through his mouthpiece, he commanded his quill to write complex reasoning on the parchment:

Dumbledore...Aberforth...Grendel...the Deathly Hallows and the Pi Inferi 'Morfin'.

And the 'she' who seemed to make Glendale feel ashamed and regretful - a woman. From her intermittent mutterings, it could be felt that 'she' was also related to Principal Dumbledore.

He connected everything and imagined countless scenarios in his mind.

In a trance, Nietzsche saw Morfin Gaunt, who had been burned to ashes by calendrical fire, traveling through time and sitting on the sofa opposite him again... Since experiencing time travel, his fantasy has become more real. .

"You were not killed directly." Nietzsche couldn't help but say.

"I was killed by a curse." 'Morfin' repeated what he said in Gunter's old house, and raised his index finger by his ear, showing surprise, "Listen carefully, He has actually been waiting for me. "

He knew that this Morfin was a figment of his imagination to sort out various clues.

However, this was not the case in the eyes of others. Slughorn simply saw Nietzsche sitting on the sofa with his eyes blank, talking to himself like a madman.

"But your soul is still there..." Nietzsche recalled, "you can still use magic!"

"Why?" Morfin pointed at himself and shouted crazily, "Because I am a true pureblood? You know He is waiting for me there! How painful it is for me!"

The other party...no, it was actually Nietzsche who kept asking himself.

"Because that curse also trapped your soul here." He whispered, and the hesitation in his thoughts caused Morfin opposite to be frozen in the picture.

Not only that, but perhaps the entire black magic comes from the Deathly Hallows.

Morfin sat down again, with countless maggots crawling between the rotting flesh on his face. Nietzsche hated this enhanced ability and helplessly poured himself another glass of expensive mead.

The alcohol began to evaporate in the blood, and the trance and haziness eased Nietzsche's concentration.

"So, Voldemort has already come into contact with the Deathly Hallows..." He had many bad premonitions in his heart.

But Morfin still didn't stop. He kept yelling at the other party with the arrogant tone of pure blood. Countless thoughts came out of the other party's mouth, and spider threads connected all the clues together:

"Did Dumbledore also come into contact with the Deathly Hallows?"

"Glendale is more than just the principal's friend!"

"Where is the Deathly Hallows? What is its function?"

The floor of the Slug Club was making constant sounds as Slughorn stepped on it, and 'Morfin' was still yelling there, which undoubtedly aggravated Nietzsche's inner irritability.

"Shut up! Mouth!!" Nietzsche yelled.

He drank heavily of the viscous wine. After the roar, the figure opposite gradually blurred and disappeared completely under the dancing firelight, but this also startled Slughorn behind him.

The professor stumbled to his bedroom in his pajamas and locked the door.

Slughorn: This madman isn't going to kill me tonight, is he?

Chapter 361: Walking Library

From the perspective of the sun, it was already eleven o'clock when Nietzsche woke up. He rubbed the heavy bags under his eyes and accidentally kicked over several wine glasses when he got up from the sofa...who knows how much he drank. .

‘Is this a curse? ' He thought to himself mockingly.

After experiencing so many major events, his sensitivity to clues has gradually surpassed Sherlock's. When faced with overly complicated thoughts, he sometimes needs to be exposed to alcohol that is enough to anesthetize his nerves.

As soon as Nietzsche went out, a ginger stone hit him.

"Crookshanks?" He recognized his Persian cat at a glance, so he said with a smile, "I don't have anything to eat here."

"Meow~" Crookshanks rolled his eyes, pushed Nietzsche's face away with his front paws, turned around and twisted his hips and left. Seeing that he was still staying where he was, he turned back and urged him a few more times.

He walked aimlessly among the scattered crowds, experiencing life away from his status as a student.

An hour later, Crookshanks led him through the back of the greenhouse like a crystal palace, and finally stopped at the edge of the Forbidden Forest very close to the Whomping Willow, a place he had not been to for a long time.

Hermione had spread a mat on the sunny lawn and was sitting there holding a pile of heavy books and immersed herself in writing a thesis.

"You're finally here!" When she heard Crookshanks' call, the joy that burst out in her eyes was the brightest, but she quickly hid it. She frowned slightly and sniffed the air. "Drinking?"

"A little bit..." Nietzsche looked at her mistreated look and couldn't help but joked, "I don't have as many things to do as you do."

But he soon regretted it, because Hermione's wand lit up, and a huge force appeared out of thin air and pulled him over.

"You'd better not forget the debt you owe." She bit her ears first and spoke in an extremely seductive voice, and then said loudly and quickly, "It's a pity that you can't visit Professor Snape's Black Palace." Magic Defense Class."

His expression changed very quickly, as if the whisper just now was Nietzsche's auditory hallucination.

But his attention was focused on the test paper on the floor, which was the test paper Hermione missed last semester's OWLs.

These written tests are not difficult. The content of Potions is related to Polyjuice Potion, while Transfiguration is a matter of transformation spells... The contents of each subject are interlocking and closely connected.

No one was disturbing them now. Daphne didn't know where she was working on the files, and the Weasley twins didn't know what magic items they were specializing in. Nietzsche suddenly felt that just watching Hermione make up the exam was a kind of enjoyment.

Of course, the focus is on ‘make-up exams’, which is where the joy comes from.

The history of magic is a test of wand legislation, which involves the history of the goblin rebellion and the origin of wands.

"Is the Elder Wand the first wand in the history of wizards?" Nietzsche's mind was filled with the Deathly Hallows, and he spoke his mind almost instinctively.

If other people had heard this, they might have sneered and made all kinds of unexplained taunts, but Hermione...

Hermione stopped her pen, she seemed to be really thinking about this problem!

"Logically speaking, Professor Binns is a very rigorous professor. He would not treat The Tales of Beedle the Bard as a historical text, and there is no evidence that the Elder Wand was the first wand for European wizards."

This is how the two of them get along: no matter which one's mind is jumping, the other can always keep up in an orderly manner.

The main thing is that Nietzsche has never disliked Hermione's seriousness... Come on, this is called rigor, and he likes to see her being serious about some weird questions.

"But the Elder Wand must exist." Nietzsche thought.

"Dear, that's just a fairy tale...Does the Resurrection Stone also exist?" Hermione pointed with her wand, "Why are you like Luna from Ravenclaw, nervous all day long."

Nietzsche slapped his forehead: This is great, now I don’t even have to go to the library.

"How is the Resurrection Stone described in the book?" He quickly shook his head and suppressed the thoughts that had just emerged in his mind.

"Let me think about it... Well~ Death picked up a stone from the river and gave it to Cadmus. He resurrected his beloved girl, but the resurrected person was very painful and did not really belong to reality. ..."

Hermione spoke very slowly to ensure that Nietzsche, who seemed to be in a fugue, could hear.

I have to say that her voice is so beautiful. As the content that is almost consistent with the entire book gradually surfaced, Nietzsche's answer became more and more obvious: those contents gradually overlapped with "Morfin" .

Nietzsche held her face and said very seriously: "I will never be able to sleep without you studying next to me."

Sometimes he couldn't understand why some people used to dislike Hermione and ridiculously call her a 'nerd'. Magic was with him! No matter how he looked at it, he thought Hermione was too cute! too! too! Awesome!

They were indeed the most perfect combination, and he was sure that the two of them surpassed the combination of Watson and Sherlock.

So...Hermione is simply a combination of Watson and Irene!

"Really?" Hermione raised her little head and took these words into her heart, "Very good. Based on your performance, you can barely pay off the debt."

"So that's it. The Resurrection Stone is the ring of the Gaunt family. Voldemort understood the function of the Resurrection Stone...Voldemort used it to create that curse." Nietzsche exhaled a breath, and the picture in his mind became clearer.

The curse seemed to allow people to see some of the most painful past events and false illusions that were unbearable to look back on, which was exactly the same as the "conspiracy of the god of death":

The second son Cadmus resurrected his beloved, but the other person had no soul, just a bunch of messy illusions full of tragedy, always separated from the real person by a veil;

And this illusory but extremely real "resurrection" made Cadmus crazy and eventually committed suicide.

"Have you seen it?" Hermione exclaimed.

Nietzsche nodded silently.

"It was a Horcrux. I destroyed it and left it in Gaunt... I didn't know it was a Deathly Hallows." He smiled awkwardly, but didn't feel sorry at all.

Even if he could be resurrected, he didn't seem to have anyone to resurrect, right?

Chapter 362 Is it too late to resign now?

Nietzsche actually planned to go to the centaur tribe to take a look, but when he heard the bell ring at three o'clock in the afternoon, he could only rush to the underground classroom with Hermione.

The sixth grade curriculum is different from the past. It is not divided by the college, but by grades...Similar to the elective courses, students need to choose NEWTs advanced courses under the guidance of the dean.

Therefore, when they walked to the corridor outside the classroom, they could see more than 20 students from different colleges.

"It's so exaggerated. Professor Snape used to be an undercover agent!" Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw could be heard from a distance discussing the Defense Against the Dark Arts in the last class.

Snape's teaching is known for "bravery" and "logical thinking". In addition to the necessary magic learning, most of the time is spent explaining the psychological characteristics and coping methods of dark wizards, which involves a lot of experience gained during the undercover period.

Harry was even worse, because he was trained by Snape every day last semester, so he was repeatedly used for demonstration in class.

The door of the basement opened, and Slughorn smiled and twisted his walrus beard, enthusiastically greeting the students in front of him who were taking the NEWTs advanced class of potions.

Nietzsche stood next to the professor and found that when he saw Marvolo's face through the spiraling steam, his body swayed obviously - obviously he had a deep memory of the face of Voldemort when he was young.

"Harry." Slughorn was busy stirring the potion in the crucible and shouted loudly to the Gryffindor area.

The other party stopped chatting and looked at the podium with Marvolo in confusion.

"You..." Slughorn thought for a while and said carefully, "Nothing, I heard from Snape that you learned some potion knowledge during the summer vacation. Come and see, how about it, can you distinguish these potions?"

Harry first looked at the colorless and odorless solution in the first crucible, and the mud-like potion in the second crucible.

"It seems to be Veritaserum and... and the pure original Polyjuice Potion." He pondered for a long time before slowly speaking the answer.

"Yes, very good!" Slughorn seemed a little depressed, "You and your mother both have great talents, and Lily was so smart at the beginning, so what about the last one?"

Harry smelled it and shook his head blankly.

"I haven't drunk it." This is what he answered.

Nietzsche thought: Wait, is something exposed? So Snape's potion tutoring is to let you try all kinds of potions? !

By the way, if the teacher and student are Harry and Snape, it won't be strange.

The third crucible has a very strange taste, with a mother-of-pearl luster, very much like the love potion known as the 'love potion'. If you smell it carefully, you can tell that the fruit has just been picked and has the fragrance of dew and...

Is it pudding? Why does Hermione taste like pudding?

But Nietzsche's curiosity suddenly came up, and he pointed the finger at Harry's deskmate Marvolo Sisyphus.

"In fact, it's a love potion." Nietzsche waved his hand to signal Harry to sit down, and then continued the professor's words, "The smell of this potion varies from person to person, and it's hard to tell... Sisyphus, what do you smell?"

All they heard was the books falling down in unison, the crucible being pushed and clanging, and everyone straightened their backs.

Nietzsche saw that Marvolo's face gradually darkened, but the other party just glared at Slughorn coldly, as if the innocent professor was deliberately teasing him.

In fact, the smell of love potion is very good. Although it varies from person to person, it is a smell that everyone likes, and it is not particularly unpleasant... It's like people in love can't see each other's shortcomings.

"Bloody lollipop." Marvolo summarized it briefly.

This strange taste made many people look at him strangely, and only Slughorn almost knocked over the crucible.

The next course was to let the students practice and make a potion of living hell by themselves. For this, Professor Slughorn also took out a small bottle of freshly brewed Felixir as a prize.

In the entire NEWTs potion improvement class, only three people had a smooth process: