Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Except for occasionally not having enough to eat, I didn't starve to death. At least I'm still alive now~" Harry sighed a little, "I didn't expect you to be Hermione's roommate later... I really admire you for being able to tolerate her... .”

He covered his face with his right hand and leaned against Nietzsche. It was best not to hear such whispers.

When Nietzsche came in, several people in a circle around the table looked at Harry at the same time. Among them, the Weasley twins were the most curious. You know, they were the first to hear it from Slytherin. The man of the wind.

Coupled with what happened on the train before, their impression of Nietzsche was beyond Harry's expectation.

"Would you like some props?" George counted on his fingers, "For your duel tonight, our original five-gallon box of fireworks has been discounted to only three galleons."

"Can it automatically track enemies?"

George and Fred's smiles gradually stiffened, they looked at each other and said, "No."

"The explosion range is very wide?"

"It's just ordinary...fireworks..." Fred thought for a while and added for the sake of sales, "But it can transform. If you lose, we can make the fireworks turn into lions and rush towards them."

"What about winning?"

George and Fred sighed and patted Nietzsche hard on the shoulder.

At this time, Hermione rushed out of the dormitory. Seeing everyone who was ready, she hesitated again.

In fact, before Nietzsche came, she had already learned about Marcus from the mouths of the Weasley twins, who were originally in fourth grade, but were repeated in the grade because of a hitting accident.

No wonder George and Fred didn't think they would win.

"It doesn't matter. At least you are a warrior here in Gryffindor. We will engrave your name on the canary biscuits... Our Captain Wood doesn't dare to compete with him when shaking hands."

But Nietzsche shook his head and said calmly: "We are wizards, not barbarians who choose leaders~"

He seemed to have forgotten how Crabbe and Goyle's heads were broken on the first night of school... No! He relied on a cane, not brute force. Only civilized people can use weapons reasonably.

But Hermione just frowned and winked at Neville, who went back to his room first.

She slowly tied up her clothes, took out her wand, and after pretending to warm up, she waved her hand and walked toward the door, seemingly confident that she would win.

"Let's go meet that pureblood." As soon as she left, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and said word by word through gritted teeth, "This is the last time. Next time, I would rather watch you being transformed." Become a soft-footed shrimp!”

But Nietzsche was used to seeing her like this.

He just fanned himself with his hand and said casually: "Okay, Miss Behaved..."

However, Nietzsche's lips never dropped because he knew that Hermione was actually enjoying the process.

The duel took place on the edge of the Black Lake. Although it was night, it was not yet the curfew time, so when the group of people walked from Gryffindor Tower to the hall in a swagger, Filch did not stop them.

He hugged a cat and said viciously: "George, Fred, it's you two again, I will catch you for the second time today!"

Nietzsche and Hermione walked in the front, using their wands to emit a bright silver-white light. Then Harry and the others took out their wands one after another, but their wands only emitted a faint light like fireflies.

"Lumos"

The cold September wind blew across the Black Lake, causing Hermione to tighten the shawl outside her wizard's robes.

After walking along the lakeshore for more than ten minutes, Nietzsche finally saw a few dark figures under a dead tree.

"I thought you wouldn't be afraid anymore." Draco said slyly, "Let me introduce you grandly. This is Marcus Flint. I think Nietzsche has already seen how powerful he is..."

Marcus's tall shadow made Harry and Ron swallow their saliva, and even the Weasley brothers who were whistling along the way fell silent.

How can we not talk some trash before the duel?

"I have indeed seen it - he is very good at dismantling brooms." Nietzsche waved to him, and then immediately whispered to Hermione, "You are responsible for the small ones, and I will be responsible for the big ones."

"Haha! So your assistant is really a little Mudblood? I thought it was funny enough that you called Potter and Poor Weasley."

The laughter of the Slytherins was very loud and harsh on the edge of the black lake.

This word did not make the person involved angry, but Ron Weasley was so angry that he blushed and was pulled by his two brothers. He could only wave his fist in the direction of Slytherin.

"The Last Man has such cheap fun...don't make yourself mad, Ron."

"How dare he!" Ron couldn't understand. "They are laughing at you and scolding you!"

But what stood in front of them and faced the laughter was Nietzsche's calmness. He never cared about what others were saying, because these people could only win spiritually. In this case, let Malfoy win.

Perhaps it was because this kind of abuse and sarcasm could not make Nietzsche and Hermione as angry as Weasley. After a while, Malfoy also felt bored.

"Don't forget our bet."

Draco put away his smile, took out his wand and said in a low voice: "The Malfoy family never loses!"

Nietzsche, as the duel party, and Hermione, as the assistant, took three steps one after another.

The cold wind made the audience rub their hands and stamp their feet, but neither Draco nor Nietzsche dared to move. They were all quietly waiting for their opponents to show their flaws first.

Hermione looked at Marcus, who was two heads taller than everyone else, and felt a little scared. She whispered, "Are you sure you can deal with that tall guy? He is three years taller than you."

"Then do you have any good countermeasures?"

"I can only guarantee that you won't die here..." Hermione was a little anxious.

She seemed to be waiting for someone to come. In this moment of distraction, the opponent Marcus immediately saw Hermione's slight head turn, and it was still in the dim light.

A pale yellow light flashed by.

"Petrificus Totalus (Total Petrification)"

"Rictusempra (Grinning)"

While pushing Hermione away, Nietzsche rolled to the other side with the force and avoided Malfoy's spell.

Everything changed in an instant, which made Harry open his eyes wide and dare not miss any opportunity.

Calmly analyzing the situation... Nietzsche took a deep breath, took a quick look at the terrain in front of him, and once again dodged Malfoy's spell, calculating the time it took for the other party to chant the spell in his mind.

"Immobulus (Quick Freeze)" Hermione came to her senses and angrily threw a fatal blow at Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy panicked for a moment, but when the spell in front of him was just blocked in front of him and aroused white translucent ripples, he realized that Marcus had been prepared for it.

He shouted proudly: "I won't be hit by the same move a second time!"

But this was just a test. Nietzsche had already launched an attack when his sight was separated.

"Colloshoo (Shoes stick to the ground)!"

This was learned from "Evil Curse, Breaking Curse, Counter Curse", recorded in the front position, the difficulty is simple, just now he clearly saw that the tip of Marcus's wand was facing Malfoy.

In other words, at the same time, he could not release two spells at the same time.

Marcus dodged quickly, but Hermione's Lump Curse followed closely behind. He suppressed his anger and said to Malfoy: "The spell that Professor Snape taught you is useful. How many more opportunities do you want me to create for you!"

He was chased by Nietzsche and Hermione, while his only teammate was still complacent.

The only output, but he took on the role of protection.

"One... two... three... Wingardium Leviosa!"

Nietzsche, who was running, saw Marcus turn around and raise his hand, counted three times, and when the fourth sounded in his mind, he used the levitation spell to levitate the stone in front of him, blocking the opponent's leg lock spell.

Marcus gritted his teeth. He didn't expect this first-year student to be so difficult.

With this kind of combat awareness, as long as OWL is over, Flitwick will definitely invite him to join the duel club in person.

"Did you hear any sound?" Harry suddenly looked around.

But Ron and the Weasley brothers shook their heads in unison and looked behind them, but Filch, the administrator of the castle, did not catch up.

"Is your wound..."

"No! Someone is giving orders." Harry always felt that he had heard it somewhere before, and it sounded familiar.

But he soon knew what was speaking, because Hermione had just used the Levitation Charm to lightly jump away from Malfoy's attack, and then heard the other party's snake-like spell.

"Serpensortia"

She had never heard it before, so she squinted her eyes and stared at the other party, and then her ankle suddenly felt a sharp pain.

It turned out that she was looking at the wrong place.

Hermione's screams immediately made Nietzsche's heart tighten, and Marcus obviously would not miss this opportunity. Before he could run a few steps in Hermione's direction, his legs became weak and he fell to the ground.

It was the limp leg spell...

"Something bit me, I'm fine." Hermione blinked stubbornly and held back her tears.

When he crawled closer, he found that a dark snake had crawled into the bushes near Hermione and lurked again. The murderer was completely integrated with the night, and it was no wonder that Hermione didn't notice it.

Under the illumination from the wand, Nietzsche could also see the girl's bitten ankle:

The wound on it began to swell, the skin began to slowly turn purple, and the blood kept flowing.

"It's a neurotoxin..." Nietzsche immediately bit his sleeve with his teeth, tore off a piece, and stuffed it into Hermione's hand without saying anything, "Strangle your calf to slow down the spread of the venom."

"I'm fine... Nietzsche, the professor is coming... Hold on."

Nietzsche didn't have time to ask her. At this moment, he suddenly felt an unprecedented anger, even more than when he beat people up.

The venomous snake crawled in the grass, just to wait for the next order.

"Well done." Marcus said breathlessly.

"What's the big deal? They are just two first-year students..." Malfoy cast a contemptuous look. He saw the victory coming, and the great joy made him involuntarily give orders, "Keep attacking! Until he admits defeat!"

Snake! That's right, Harry immediately remembered something.

He slapped his head in annoyance and shouted, "Watch out to the left! I hear it talking!"

"Wingardium leviosa!!"

The dark poisonous snake opened its mouth and exposed its fangs, but it was suspended in the air by Nietzsche and could only hiss feebly, perhaps begging for mercy... But he didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Under the control of his emotions, Nietzsche subconsciously had a thought---crushed it into cakes.

If there was nothing wrong with Malfoy and Marcus' ears, it was indeed a levitation spell. But how could the levitation spell flatten a snake?

They saw with their own eyes that the venomous snake seemed to be pinched by a pair of iron hands, and its eyeballs burst due to the squeezing. If they were more careful, they could even hear the sound of the bones in its body breaking.

So the skinned snake meat pie just floated in the air.

Nietzsche felt a kind of intoxication, as intoxicating as drinking a whole bottle of brandy. He seemed to feel the subtle changes and effects of the spell in a daze.

But as Hermione moaned from the severe pain, he quickly recovered from this state.

"I see, these are thoughts under the influence of emotions... Malfoy, you are so lucky."

It is a rare good fortune for a terminal person like him to experience the floating spell that brings him back to life.

Volume 1: Chapter 29 You know nothing about the floating spell

"Is this a floating spell?!"

In Malfoy's mind, the Levitation Curse was considered a basic spell for beginners. It could at best be used to make things easier, or to make one's movements lighter like Hermione Granger.

But... making a poisonous snake float in the air and being crushed by magic power looks like black magic, right?

The Oolong Exit Spell is just a basic summoning spell, but it does not mean it is not dangerous. When used reasonably and at the right time and environment, an inconspicuous snake can also cause trouble to the enemy.

Nietzsche's wand works its magic quietly and gently, like a sophisticated machine.

After the effect of the floating spell ended, the dead snake had fallen to the ground.

"Surrender, your assistant has already left." Marcus took a few deep breaths and said calmly, "In fact, being a first-year freshman is already pretty good..."

He admitted he was scared.

It wasn't that he thought he would lose, but looking at the snake, he felt a little panicked for no reason. He didn't want to offend a wizard who could play with standard magic spells to death.

"Wingardium leviosa~"

Nietzsche chanted the spell again, and temporarily turned his rational thinking direction to intuitively feel all the emotions brought to him by the outside world, and then used the subconscious driven by emotions to influence the spell.

In the process, he must be honest with himself.

Although there will definitely be casualties in the duel, apart from rational reasoning, he will still feel anxious, angry and a little regretful because of Hermione's injury.

So, Nietzsche waved his magic wand, and Hermione behind him was like a leaf blown up by the autumn wind, lightly out of the range of the spell. .

But at the same time, Malfoy on the opposite side looked like a snake wrapped in a translucent eggshell, except that the eggshell was slowly shrinking while gradually leaving the ground.

Miraculously, Nietzsche felt that there was no difference between the weight of a feather and a person in front of the levitating spell.

"Stop him quickly!" Malfoy's panicked eyes glanced at the dead snake on the ground, and then thought of himself, "Your Iron Armor Curse is just delaying...go and kill him!!"

He could feel the tremendous force trying to lift Marcus up through his armored spell.