Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"What is the venue for a general duel?" Nietzsche asked.

"The standard one is about ten meters wide... That's why I like your 'light saber'." Flitwick twirled his beard and took the time to shout a few words while chatting.

Once a wizard is deprived of their wand or is approached, their combat effectiveness will plummet.

For example, if the tongue-stuck spell is not specially trained for silent spells, then the wizard will immediately lose his combat effectiveness and become a lamb to be slaughtered.

And Hermione knew about the experiment between Nietzsche and Quirrell during the summer vacation. Not to mention completely following it, she could at least understand... The product of the lightsaber is indispensable for her contribution.

"Protego (armor protection)" Flitwick put a layer of armor spell on the two of them and made room for them. "It's useless to talk without practicing. Come on, let me see your unique skills." "

Hermione and Nietzsche wore black school robes with their hoods up.

The two looked at each other in the air, and then recited a spell at the same time. Under their restraint, the dazzling light was shaped into a long sword. They held a sword flower in their hands, making the lightsaber make a 'buzzing' sound.

"What kind of spell is that?" Davis and the Ravenclaw on the opposite side stopped and moved closer to the dean to watch the battle.

"Illuminating spell."

"??"

Davis craned his neck, swallowing as he saw the scorch marks the blade made as it sliced ​​through the grass.

"Are you sure this is a lighting spell?!" He thought the dean was lying to him, so he couldn't help but raise his voice, "Did you secretly teach them some other spells... If this is a lighting spell, I'll eat the wand." Go down."

Flitwick held himself up with a levitating spell and jumped up to hit him on the head.

"I asked you to read some books, and you said Quidditch training... This is the essence of standard spells and magic!" the dean shouted impatiently.

Well, it wasn't the first time for the two of them to duel.

So Hermione struck first.

"Oppugno!" She transformed the stones on the ground into countless woodpeckers and attacked Nietzsche.

"Perfect starting position. It seems that Granger has learned a lot from Minerva in the transformation spell." Flitwick clapped his hands and praised Chen, "While attacking the opponent, he can also hide behind the birds to close the distance. "

Not only that, those flying birds also carried a few iron chains among them.

It was Hermione's confining curse hidden in the Salvo Curse.

Nietzsche held his breath, raised his left hand, and all the woodpeckers were stopped in the air. He just turned his wrist and easily cut the two wrapped iron chains in half.

But at this time, Hermione had already arrived in front of him at extremely fast speed.

‘She used a magic spell...’ Nietzsche reacted immediately.

But he just hurriedly crossed the wand, and the two lightsabers collided together, and the burst of energy turned the lawn where they stood into scorched earth.

"Is it a braking spell?" He said in disbelief after he stabilized himself.

"How is my summer homework..." Hermione shook her boots and said proudly, "Although they are not as fast as a broomstick, they can still be regarded as 'Hermes flying shoes'."

With the advantage of speed, Hermione could exert maximum force with very little effort.

But the disadvantage is that Hermione is only using brute force, while Nietzsche can fight back with the advantage of fencing... Looking at the dueling styles of the two, many Ravenclaws always have an indescribable strangeness.

Call them reckless, but there is indeed a magic spell to cooperate.

Call them too fancy, but if they had been approached by two people, they might have been lying on the ground.

"Dean, I want to learn!" Davis squatted down and took the professor's arm, "I also want to learn that lightsaber~"

"First give me the Quidditch Champions Cup!"

But at this time, Hermione, who had become impatient because she had not received positive feedback for a long time, began to lose her pace, so Nietzsche deliberately showed a flaw - to distance himself and take a breather.

And Hermione, with the blessing of the braking spell, raised her wand high and flew towards Nietzsche.

"Ventus"

The wind pressure rolled up in all directions, forcing Hermione back who was unable to brake in time due to inertia.

Nietzsche was still unable to stop the staggering Hermione, and while nimbly dodging the blow, he used his strength to stab Hermione. The high temperature and magic shattered the iron armor spell in front of her.

"It seems you forgot to set the shock-absorbing and slowing charm." He extinguished his wand and held out his left hand to Hermione.

"I'll do it next time. You're lucky this time!" Although Hermione was not convinced, she still held the other person's hand and was pulled up.

Flitwick dismissed the students watching the theater angrily and walked over alone. His face was full of joy because while observing the duel between the two, he also discovered some new inspirations.

This style of agility combined with sword skills seems to suit him quite well.

Hmm... The idea of ​​using a braking spell to help the wizard to burst out at the fastest speed in the shortest time is too advanced.

"Miss Granger, you could have won as long as you kept the rhythm, but you were too impatient." Flitwick pointed out her shortcomings, "Your advantage is that you know how to use magic spells to enhance yourself."

Hermione looked a little embarrassed and lowered her head to admit her mistake.

In fact, Nietzsche could see where Hermione lost: she was clearly the one who lost it~

You should know that the speed advantage brought by the braking spell is difficult to make up for. He was just pretending and barely using skills to deal with it... because those spells of his could be easily dodged by Hermione.

"But, you two have very good skills... That's it, come here every Saturday in the future!" Flitwick decided on his own without waiting for the two to agree.

After sending Hermione and Nietzsche away, Flitwick immediately took off his boots and began to apply the braking spell on them.

He jumped around on the lawn flexibly, as if he had returned to the state of his youth.

It's great, he felt that he could play again.

(Don't keep it for too long, I'm afraid it will be raised to death)

Don't keep it for too long, I'm afraid it will be raised to death

Volume 1: Chapter 94 This year's Halloween is quite peaceful

This year is also leisurely.

The snake-nosed Dark Lord who can't even be named is still staying in the dark sewer to recuperate, which makes Nietzsche and Hermione feel a lot more relaxed. They just talk and do homework in the library every day.

But Defense Against the Dark Arts... Hermione actually chose to skip class.

On September 19th, Nietzsche found out that she didn't go to class again

"Ms. Granger, please give me a reason not to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts." Nietzsche tiptoed behind her and pinched his nose and said, "I thought you were different from those Weasleys."

But Hermione was not scared at all.

The library was very quiet during class, so she could clearly distinguish Nietzsche's footsteps.

"Because it's my birthday today, I'm happy to give myself a day off." She didn't even turn her head, just looking at her full notes seriously.

"Aha, this is a good reason." Nietzsche sat next to her and stretched, "But I heard from Professor Lockhart that there is a good student in Gryffindor who can answer every question he asks..."

He seemed to really care about Professor Lockhart, thinking that he had lost a student who listened to the class carefully.

Hermione stared at him viciously, cleared her throat, and imitated Lockhart's flamboyant appearance with a shrill voice.

"I don't want to hear on my birthday: 'Miss Granger, do you know what my favorite shampoo is?'" Then she complained, "His appearance and experience are completely inconsistent."

Just imagine, someone who has first-hand information about vampires and werewolves must be a knowledgeable wizard.

In those books, the most valuable thing is not 'Lockhart's hobbies', but the detailed life information of those dark creatures. Even if they are made-up stories, they are at least certified by the Wizengamot.

This also means that the habits of dark creatures described in those stories can be traced.

"I thought you also joined the 'Lockhart Fan Club'." Nietzsche complained.

"That should be you!" Hermione snatched the licorice wand from him and held it in her mouth, "After all, the clever Mr. Holmes and the great Professor Lockhart are secretly researching a new technology..."

This time it was Nietzsche's turn to be annoyed.

As soon as he talked about this, he wanted to strangle Lockhart to death - when researching the flying car, he did all the dirty work, while Lockhart just quietly moved his wand and pretended to take notes.

If Nietzsche didn't need Lockhart's publishing house, he would have quit long ago.

"If I remember correctly, you should have a history of magic this afternoon, right?" Hermione bit the licorice wand, and the sweetness and fragrance spread in her mouth.

Not bad, she knew why Nietzsche liked to bite this kind of snack when he was bored.

"Uh... I just came to find the book mentioned by Professor Quirrell." Nietzsche put his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows and said, "About the connection between human semiotics and spells, by the way, that will be a birthday present."

This is a lie~

In fact, he remembered Hermione's birthday, so he came to accompany her.

As for the gift... Nietzsche has never had this habit, and he doesn't have any good ideas. He can only spend some time to come out in person. Fortunately, Hermione also skipped class today, at least he doesn't have to really read the book.

"It's up to you. If you get caught by the professor, Slytherin will lose points anyway." Hermione pursed her lips and lowered her head to read.

But her brows had unconsciously relaxed.

The two sat on the bench, occasionally arguing and throwing a few trash words when talking about spells. Now Hermione didn't need to take care of her friends' studies, and Nietzsche didn't have to deal with Lockhart.

They all tacitly didn't break this rare harmonious atmosphere.

When it came to October, the autumn chill began to permeate outside the Hogwarts Castle, and many people caught a cold.

But those people were because they only wore pajamas in the middle of the night and caught a cold when they were wandering around the castle at night, except Ginny Weasley.

She always looked sick, and only when she met Harry Potter would she cheer up and put on a smile.

"Want to take a photo?" "Only five knuts per photo!"

Colin seemed to have listened to Hermione's advice, because he really found George and Fred to promote his Muggle camera.

In the hall, Nietzsche always saw people pulling Colin to discuss something secretly, and it seemed that it was not just the couples and the graduating students, but also the newly appointed prefects.

Even the Quidditch team seemed to have taken a fancy to his camera...

Colin usually prefers to do business with Slytherin students because they never care about 'discounts'.

"Look at this!" Warrington distributed a few photos to some team members and said happily, "For the comparison of the Slytherin team, I applied the developing potion from Ravenclaw."

The six people above were holding broomsticks and wearing windproof glasses. They looked like ace pilots.

The Weasley brothers also made a lot of money. They didn't take Colin's money, but they would take the opportunity to promote their own truant candies and other prank props, especially the recently popular daydream candies.

Colin was also once the most popular among the witches...because he knew many underground love affairs.

"Thanks for your patronage, 10 Sickles in total!" Colin huddled up to the Slytherin table with his camera in his pocket.

"Take it!" Warrington stuffed the silver coins and hooked his shoulder, "By the way, I heard that Cedric guy... ahem, have you ever photographed a girl?"

Colin was pressed next to Nietzsche, miserable.

"I signed a confidentiality agreement, so...I have no idea what you are talking about..."

"Come on!" Chaser Adrian Pusey said, "You Gryffindors have known about this for a long time. Wood has said it... Is it the new guy from the Ravenclaw team who is preparing to seek the ball? hand?!"

Nietzsche ate his beef pie quietly, his ears pricked up.

Huh? Is there any movement from Senior Cedric?

But Colin refused to obey and just zipped up his mouth... He never thought that he would be so popular in school, so he didn't dare to say random things to his seniors.

"You... don't even think about threatening others with this unfounded matter!" He puffed up his face and said angrily.

"What are you thinking about? We are planning to help him!" Warrington explained patiently, "Just think about it...how that stupid guy can do these things. We can occasionally help him during training matches." Down."

In the past, there was no such thing as a training match at Hogwarts, only the team's own training.

But since Warrington replaced Marcus, he has a good relationship with each team, so when he can't grab the court, he will play a game with other colleges (only the Quaffle score is calculated).

"I don't know, no one else knows about this anyway!" Colin could only give an ambiguous answer.

He happily carried his jingling pockets and told Nietzsche before leaving: If you want to shoot with him, the first time is free.

Because Colin had heard about the relationship between Nietzsche and Hermione from the mouths of those witches - the two giants had eased the relationship between their respective colleges. Only through peace could he earn Slytherin's place.

Fortunately, Slytherin has Nietzsche~

"Why are you still doing Cupid's work?" Nietzsche and others immediately came over as soon as they left.

"Oh~ we need to train alone for a few days to practice tactics. I can discuss this with Hufflepuff." Warrington said respectfully, "What age are we still fighting and killing?" ..."

And the more you develop like this, the more you will realize the benefits of friends.

"What's that witch's name?" Pusey scratched his head.

"It seems to be Qiu Zhang."

After Nietzsche returned to his dormitory at night, he looked at the glass covered with lines and kraft paper... except for the cut-out news and magic notes, there was nothing else on it.

How about...ask Colin to take a photo?