Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Yes, Snape was right. The first-year Gryffindors were still ignorant, but the old lions had already ignored the guest of honor and walked over to the Slytherin side!

"Believe me, the process of making a magic car is not as difficult as you think. Wizards have the ability to make a broom fly, so what is an ordinary car?" Nietzsche's voice deeply attracted them.

In Nietzsche's view, the flying broom is just a Quidditch prop, and it is enough to represent the commemorative significance of wizard history.

A flying car is nothing, but what if it is combined with the traceless extension spell?

"You really look like what is written in the Daily Prophet." Theodore complained, "The most Muggle wizard, the killer of the Muggle Prime Minister..."

He reported a series of titles.

Some of them are frivolous descriptions of Nietzsche, and some are the product of conspiracy theories.

Nietzsche himself disagreed and said contemptuously, "I can guarantee that the current wizards are just kept in captivity and have not really played their strengths. Maybe wizards can make some other magic toys a long time ago."

Everyone seems to be immersed in the "perfect world" described by Nietzsche.

Maybe wizards can use Muggle items to become more convenient, and they can use the magic they are good at to apply to every corner.

Look at Quirrell who has left the magic world. He looks like a real wizard.

"I used to like making those things." Gilderoy suddenly appeared next to the Slytherin table. After signing for those students, he ran over immediately because there were more people here.

And he is the kind of person who is naturally dazzling in the crowd.

"For example?" Nietzsche asked.

"For example...haha, those little things of Muggles are too complicated. It was a long time ago, and I can't remember them clearly."

Snape sat in the guest of honor seat, looking at Gilderoy's awkward laughter, feeling a little happy. He suddenly felt that Nietzsche was a little pleasing to the eye, but only "a little bit".

He was very disgusted with this kind of person who was like a peacock when he first arrived.

"How about this, why don't we go and see the flying car with our own eyes?" Lockhart clapped his hands and drew the attention of the people around him again.

Nietzsche bit the licorice wand and squinted his eyes in thought.

This action was seen by Hermione. She mourned for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in her heart, because this meant that Nietzsche wanted to use something to achieve a purpose again.

In fact, Hermione was right!

"Really? But I heard that the car was almost destroyed by the Whomping Willow, leaving only parts on the ground, and I don't know where the rest went..." Nietzsche pretended to be a good student.

"You're kidding, this kind of thing can be easily repaired, I'll take you to find it when the time comes!" Gilderoy waved his hand, vowed, and returned to his seat under the surprised eyes of the students.

The other professors didn't know what he said to make those students so happy.

Snape stood next to Hagrid with a plate, and the latter immediately hung his head aggrievedly and changed seats with the former.

"Do you know who he is?" Snape's cold voice made Gilderoy shudder.

"I... I know." He was a little surprised, "A genius, just like me back then, don't worry, Severus, you don't have to worry that I will suppress such students, on the contrary, I like..."

"Worry?" Snape said calmly, "I just hope you don't do anything stupid."

He was more worried that people like Gilderoy would be eaten by Nietzsche without leaving any residue.

But then again, Snape cared about what he did, just hoping that Nietzsche could be more obedient, so he wanted to find out something in advance so that he could react in time after something happened.

For example, this time, the Weasley family was the first to react.

Because on the second day, Ron received a screaming letter from his mother.

Slytherin had no classes in the morning, so Nietzsche heard about it from Hermione when he slept until noon. She laughed three times in gloating while talking about it.

"Oh, you just got up now, you really deserve to be the second in the grade." Hermione took out the class schedule and said.

This year's courses are twice as many as last year.

"Why are you so arrogant? If you talk about grades again, I will change the place to eat. If Snape didn't do it on purpose..." Nietzsche was immediately dispelled from sleepiness because of her stimulation.

"What on purpose?" Snape's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Nietzsche froze, only his mouth was chewing mechanically, while Hermione laughed even more happily, seeming to be happier than when she told Ron about receiving the Howler letter.

She buried her head and concentrated on enjoying the classes that Gryffindor and Slytherin were taking at the same time.

"Holmes, you must say 'Dean' outside of class time. Secondly, because you don't respect the professor, Slytherin will be deducted one point." Snape threw his cloak and left without looking back.

Very good, Slytherin was the first to be deducted the first point.

"Why is he targeting students from his own college?" Nietzsche felt puzzled.

"This is called fairness." Hermione smiled proudly, "I advise you to follow the rules this semester, so that you don't receive a Howler letter... For example, relying on Gilderoy Lockhart to find the flying car..."

Nietzsche leisurely spread butter between two pieces of bread, and then stuffed it into her mouth while talking.

"Wrong, my father and they wouldn't do that."

"Well...but..."

When Hermione swallowed a big mouthful of bread and butter, Nietzsche had already run away, so she could only look at his back bitterly.

Slytherin's first class on Monday was Herbology class, which he had with the Ravenclaw students in the afternoon. Not far away, near the city wall, there was a willow tree wrapped with bandages, which was sicker than last year.

Lockhart, on the other hand, was holding a few parts and looking around curiously.

"Good afternoon!" His turquoise robes were spotless, and he had a smile on his face like he was judging in "Wizard Weekly". "I was looking for the flying car after I treated the Whomping Willow with Professor Sprout in the morning."

Nietzsche discovered that Professor Sprout's patched clothes and the gaps between his fingernails were filled with dirt and bark chips.

The outside of Lockhart's boots were clean. Obviously, he was lying. It was not so much 'together', but Lockhart was watching the professor from beginning to end.

"He seems to have made Professor Sprout impatient." A little eagle secretly whispered to Theodore.

He is Anthony Goldstein, a true pureblood, and he has a good chat with Theodore...

"Please come back if you're done." The professor didn't even look at him. He just handed out earmuffs to the students, with a bit of sullenness in his tone. "Today's content is about mandrakes. Follow me to the third greenhouse. !”

Just as Nietzsche was about to go in, Lockhart stopped him.

He glanced at Professor Sprout who didn't look back, and then closed the door after the second to last person entered the greenhouse, leaving Nietzsche outside without any regard for his feelings. He was very self-righteous.

"Let's talk, just for two minutes."

Lockhart's teeth were gleaming white in the sunlight.

"Professor, it's class time now..." Nietzsche raised the watch on his wrist and said calmly, "Two minutes, one hundred and twenty seconds, starting from... now."

"It's about the car!"

Volume One: Chapter 87 The Ridiculous Things of the Ridiculous Teacher

Lockhart seems to have some ideas about the whereabouts of the flying car.

"I asked Harry Potter, that car actually escaped into the Forbidden Forest... I know, you also want to try the benefits of being famous, right, I understand... But since you are so smart For your sake, I can help you,"

"I know that those nonsense words from the Daily Prophet are nothing compared to the award for the most charming smile in a row. Nietzsche, I have to say that the flying car is indeed a good idea!"

Nietzsche stood outside the greenhouse, just listening to him nagging for a long time.

It took a while before he could barely understand what Lockhart meant: He seemed to have mistakenly thought that he wanted to rely on the flying car to become famous like Ron and Harry.

But he was not sure, after all, it was too absurd, so Nietzsche could only act very happy,

"Professor, do you think this is a good idea?" He didn't know what the other person was thinking, so he could only follow his words.

"He is worthy of being called a 'smart' student by Professor Flitwick." Lockhart thought that he and the student's ideas hit it off. "Actually, it is very difficult to remain well-known internationally, so..."

He shrugged and looked towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Yes, Nietzsche and Harry Potter had reminded him, and Lockhart felt that he should be more...well...how to put it? A little more deviant?

Yes, he discovered from yesterday that this image seems to be more popular among young people.

"Aha, I just think that more people should know about the Feitian Car." Nietzsche said, "Of course, if the professor likes it, I can actually recommend other models of cars, some of which are more suitable for you."

No matter what, we can get the Feitian car anyway.

Although Quirrell always looked down on Lockhart, the other party's identity was always a huge advantage for Nietzsche, especially the third-level Order of Merlin... Nietzsche needed to make use of the right to speak he held.

"For example, that kind of golden, convertible sports car... The professor will definitely like the feeling of clouds blowing over his body." Nietzsche said sincerely.

"There are different styles?!" Lockhart was surprised, and then smiled even more happily, "That's great, Nietzsche, I didn't expect us to have some common topics. You are much better than Harry."

Nietzsche didn't say anything, he just stood there and laughed politely.

Very good, perfect! Lockhart's opinion of the magic car was on his side, because the other party had no reason not to like it - it was fancy enough, and the sturdy body could also defend against the Whomping Willow's attack.

Perfect for a wizard who likes to run around.

At this time, Professor Sprout rushed out of the greenhouse angrily, grabbed Nietzsche by the shoulders and dragged him inside.

"Professor Lockhart, you have wasted five minutes of Potter in the morning, and you want to continue with someone else in the afternoon?" She pushed Nietzsche into the classroom and immediately closed the door. "You will give it to someone else later." It’s class.”

Professor Sprout didn't want such a person to deceive the school's good students.

He has been like that since he was a student. Now that he has finally been promoted to professor, he has not changed at all. This makes her very annoyed. It seems that Headmaster Dumbledore really hired him because of his smiling face.

"Humph, the next time he comes to you, you'd better treat him as a mandrake." The professor said angrily.

"Isn't he famous?" Nietzsche asked.

"But no one here likes his temper. Lockhart likes to talk nonsense since he was a child..." Sprout couldn't help but say a few more words, "In this case, it is better to let Snape be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

When the professor took Nietzsche to the door of the third greenhouse, he asked him to put on the earmuffs in advance, because they were already starting to repot the mandrakes.

This time, the difficulty of the Herbology class has increased a lot.

When the mandrakes are repotted, they will cry, and the sound will cause great harm to people and cause coma.

But even with magic earmuffs, they would still twist their bodies wildly because they were pulled out of the soil, throwing mud everywhere... just like parents lifting warm quilts on a cold morning.

"Look, Draco is much more obedient now..." Hubble said to Nietzsche wearing protective glasses.

"What?"

But Nietzsche could only see his mouth moving and could not hear any sound. There was only a weak cry that had been processed in his ears, so he yelled back with his throat.

"I say! Draco will never dare to make trouble again!" Hubble stared and roared hard, his whole face flushed.

As he spoke, he pointed to the corner of the third greenhouse.

Now, Nietzsche finally understood what he meant.

He saw Draco Malfoy listlessly pulling the "hair" of the mandrake and stuffing it into the pit that had been dug long ago. Sometimes the mandrake would resist, but he would pick up the shovel and slap it hard.

The rough action made Professor Sprout walk over. She seemed to know about the changes in the Malfoy family, so she patiently demonstrated it to him again.

"But I think he is holding back a fire!" Nietzsche saw all his actions.

"What?" Hubble opened his mouth blankly, revealing his toothless mouth.

"I said! Draco is more irritable than before!!" He almost put his mouth on his friend's earmuffs.

"If my family goes bankrupt, I will become more irritable than him."

The mandrake in Nietzsche's hand was also very naughty. Its two feet pushed down hard, which forced Nietzsche to take out his wand, pinch the body of the mandrake with magic, and force it into the basin.

Standard spells are really convenient.....

When the get out of class was over, it seemed that the last one to leave was no longer Nietzsche, but Draco.

He raised his tired face, smiled at the people around him, and motioned them to leave first: "I... I have to learn something more. Professor Snape has assigned me a lot of tasks today."

"Okay, kid... everything will pass..." Professor Sprout comforted.

Nietzsche had just walked out of the greenhouse and was planning to go to the Forbidden Forest to tease Smaug, but not far from the clock square, he was pulled under a tree by Daphne.

She was sneaky and looked back from time to time to see if there was anyone following her.

"What did you do during the summer vacation?" Daphne stared and said in disbelief, "Do you know that many pure bloods related to Malfoy have suffered serious losses now, and my family is planning to cancel the marriage."

For a while, there was an uncontrollable joy that exploded from her heart like a broadsword mine.

Because it happened too quickly, she has not recovered until now, so she is more shocked.

"Aha, it seems that the only people in the magic world who really own territory are the Malfoy family. Now many of you are about to cry, right?" Nietzsche had guessed that there would be such a day.

"But you didn't say you would let the purebloods fall into such danger!" Daphne didn't know what to say for a moment.

Sad? After all, the family is even poorer.

But at least she doesn't have to worry about her father sending her or her sister to the Malfoys' house. After all, it's a very unprofitable deal at the moment.

"But you are free now." Nietzsche broke free from her pull, swung his arms, and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.