Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"But it's impossible to let students walk around with blindfolds every day." Flitwick felt that his head was going bald again.

They could only determine its attack target, but according to this abstract attack target, there was generally no fixed attack time, so the only thing they could do was to find the murderer as soon as possible.

But Flitwick still had a glimmer of hope in this regard - he felt that it was not done by students.

"Minerva and I will work together to strengthen defense, Miss Granger, I'll trouble you with the students." The professor said sincerely, "They have the right to know about this, but how much they say... is up to you."

He knew that those naughty students would not easily listen to the professors' orders.

And Hermione Granger's words were very effective among students below the fifth grade because of the "study group", so Flitwick could only entrust her to arrange the students' travel and try to make them feel a sense of crisis.

To put it bluntly, he liked the leadership temperament of Granger.

"I understand!" Hermione stood behind the professor, puffed out her chest, and deliberately bumped Nietzsche with her shoulder.

"By the way, haven't you learned a lot from me?" Flitwick felt uneasy, so he added, "Since it's a study group, you naturally need to learn something new. I think your lightsaber spells are pretty good."

Okay, it's good.

It's not black magic, so there's nothing wrong with learning a few more self-defense techniques~

Volume 1: Chapter 102 Emergency Alert State of Hogwarts

On the second night, Hermione gathered many people in the hall.

Many people were panicking, turning their heads from time to time to look at the classmates they didn't know around them, fearing that the "heir" was hiding in the crowd.

At the front of the long table of Gryffindor, Hermione and Nietzsche sat, and the others lined up on both sides.

"I don't think I need to say more about Colin's recent affairs..." Hermione cleared her throat and looked around at them, "I hope you can take steps to protect yourself and don't go out at night recently."

George and Fred made a frustrated sound.

But no one refuted. Just looking at Hermione's serious face, you can tell that after experiencing the big and small things last year, no one dared to think that they could compare with those pure bloods, so they were very respectful.

"But what about the murderer?" said Hannah from Hufflepuff.

"Gryffindor thinks it's..." Dean Thomas shook his head and didn't dare to say it all, "Hermione, do you know something?"

Harry sat in the chair expressionlessly, and was not angry because of their suspicion. In fact, he had been annoyed by this several times and had long been accustomed to it.

But Slytherin was the first to refute them and clear Harry of suspicion.

"It can't be Potter." Hubble said, "You know, the Chamber of Secrets was opened because someone was unhappy with non-pure blood people... Weasley! Shut up, this has nothing to do with Salazar Slytherin!"

Ron put the responsibility on the founder, which made the little snakes in Slytherin very unhappy.

"But even if he didn't want to hurt anyone, the thing raised by that old madman is helping the murderer kill people!" He said unconvinced.

When the two schools were about to quarrel again, Nietzsche knocked on the table vigorously.

"Is it reasonable? Quarreling here and letting the person in the dark laugh at you?" Nietzsche waved his wand downwards and pressed down the people who stood up. "I asked you to come here so that you can learn some skills."

Everyone immediately quieted down and focused their attention on the top of the long table again.

No one sitting here would doubt the strength of Nietzsche and Hermione. Everyone can see this. If you are not convinced, you can ask those who have had their arms twisted.

Speaking of which... they can finally learn something beyond the textbook in the study group.

"What is the black magic? Or war magic?" George counted on his fingers and shouted happily, "Or a defensive spell?"

Hermione ignored the expectations of the Weasley twins.

"It's some practical spells that have been successfully experimented with, and dueling skills." Hermione frowned, patiently scolded, "The two colleges can practice with each other. Time... the lunch break at noon is fine."

This is a good suggestion, and the Slytherin people immediately agreed.

After all, no one thinks this is bad...the reason why they joined Hermione's study team is not only to accept different knowledge, but more importantly for greater benefits.

Isn't it coming?

And Ron and his party, seeing that the little snake on the opposite side was so straightforward, naturally would not fall behind, so they agreed to it.

"If you ask me...isn't this better than the requirements of the prefects?" Fred said with some thorns, "He will only say something like 'the professor will take care of everything', as if we can only sit and wait for death."

Ginny Weasley sat next to Harry with a pale face, holding a notebook.

This was obviously a step on Percy.

Nietzsche sat next to Hermione and heard someone humming a few times. Obviously, she liked Fred's words very much.

"If we don't do anything, when the murderer is caught, I'm afraid half of the Muggles in the school will be beaten by people like Malfoy!" Neville waved his fists angrily.

"Okay, then about the time for duel training..."

"Duel? What duel?" Lockhart suddenly ran in from the door of the auditorium and greeted everyone enthusiastically, "Aha~ Miss Granger, I originally wanted to ask you to continue helping Weasley repair the car. "

Hermione lowered her head in embarrassment and counted the circles of wood grain on the table.

It’s really unlucky, I’m afraid that something will happen.

Lockhart was very happy to see Slytherin and Gryffindor sitting together. He seemed to feel that his wish for 'world peace' was one step closer, so he waved kindly to the two little ones.

"I have protected myself countless times, why don't you come to me and ask about this?"

The professor came over dragging his purple robe and showed his white teeth.

Nietzsche's reaction was beyond most people's expectations. He seemed to welcome this fancy Lockhart...because in his opinion, when he really wanted to sleep, someone came to hand him a pillow.

"I'm just worried that you won't be able to spare any time. After all, you have to write a new novel and teach. In your spare time, you have to prepare a magic car with Granger..."

"That's so thoughtful, kid." Lockhart glanced at the number of people on the long table with emotion, and immediately said, "But for your safety, I decided to support this proposal... Don't worry, I'll go find him right away. Principal applies!”

Hermione roared in her heart: I think you want more people to pay attention to you!

Having said that, there is no need to take advantage of such an unreliable guy! Nietzsche, Nietzsche, you are really not picky about food.

Nietzsche shrank his neck. He suddenly felt a chill on his neck... Could it be that the window was not closed?

Therefore, under Nietzsche's instigation, Lockhart happily accepted the proposal - he would prepare a large platform for everyone to fully train everyone.

"Look, now we don't even need to prepare a location." Nietzsche looked at the professor's running back and applauded him gently, "Professor Lockhart is really good to the best students in the grade."

Such a narcissistic person was eventually eaten by Nietzsche until even his bones were left.

Hermione suddenly felt that the professor was no longer annoying, but rather pitiful.

In the principal's office, the four deans were gathering in front of Dumbledore, talking about school security matters, when Professor Lockhart suddenly rushed in and threw an application form at Dumbledore.

Albus's expression was like that of a lion cat with a big brain.

"Duel...club?" After a few casual glances, he looked at the headmaster of Ravenclaw in confusion.

Albus Dumbledore: Isn't this your club?

Filius Flitwick: I won’t make it!

"That's right, Headmaster~" Lockhart ignored Snape and pushed him aside. "I took this measure based on the suggestions of Holmes and Granger. This will allow the students to have a means of self-protection." ah!"

Ah~ It turns out to be Nietzsche and Hermione.

Dumbledore and Flitwick immediately understood and looked at each other in tacit understanding.

"Well, now is the time when students need to learn some skills." Although Dumbledore stamped his seal, he still said uneasily, "But you can't do it alone, why don't you find an assistant?"

Lockhart stiffly took the application form and looked at the people in front of him.

Looking for an assistant...this is a problem:

Professor McGonagall is the recognized master of Transfiguration in the wizarding world today and is also the Vice-Principal of Hogwarts. He must not be offended;

Professor Sprout, the master of herbalism, has nothing to do with Duel, and is useless as an assistant. He can't just stand aside and act as a healer;

Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion in his youth. Although he is now over a hundred years old, his rich experience cannot be underestimated. Moreover, Lockhart recently heard that he has made new breakthroughs in the field of dueling;

Professor Snape's youthful experience is unknown, but he did apply for Defense Against the Dark Arts several times.

After much thought, Lockhart found only one suitable candidate.

"Then I choose Severus!" he said confidently.

The three old deans laughed more happily than the other.

If Lockhart had chosen them as his assistants, they would have let him off, but they didn't expect that he chose the person who was the most difficult to talk to. Even Dumbledore couldn't hold it in any longer. He just turned his chair and turned his back to him. laugh.

"Severus, do you have any objections?" the headmaster said, suppressing laughter.

"If the honorable holder of the Third Order of Merlin has no problem, I certainly don't have any problem." Snape smiled darkly.

He had said that a guinea pig like Lockhart would only be eaten clean by Slytherin's snakes.

Volume 1: Chapter 103 Meeting Dobby for the first time

With Lockhart's help, the dueling club, which was different from Dean Flitwick, was brought to the table.

But Harry still did not improve his opinion of Lockhart, because he was harmed again by the professor in the next Quidditch match-his bones broken by the Bludger were completely damaged by Lockhart. Disappeared.

This became a joke among Malfoy and others.

"What a weird thing. Last semester it was Professor Quirrell, who is it this semester?" Harry said while lying on the bed, covering his empty arms.

Nietzsche was sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs crossed. He heard about Lockhart's 'good deeds' from Hermione, so he came over to take a look.

He picked an apple from the gift basket, peeled it, cut it into pieces and put it on the plate, as if he was the injured one, but Harry didn't care about this and just continued to dislike Lockhart.

Hmm...the apples are crisp, but not very watery and not sweet.

So Nietzsche left the remaining apple cut into small pieces to Harry.

"Thank you... the Bludger is out of control. What Madam Pomfrey could have done in a second, now we can only wait for it to grow back!" Harry shook his limp arm angrily.

It was like a rubber tube, lifeless on the bed, with only muscle and blood beneath the skin.

At this time, Warrington walked in, his face full of admiration, and Harry saw the small bag of snacks in his hand, and his grudge against Slytherin immediately disappeared.

"You didn't see that... Potter hooked one leg on the broomstick and caught the Golden Snitch." Warrington's face turned red and he excitedly recounted the scene just now, "You are really good at it. !”

He subconsciously tapped Harry on the shoulder, causing the latter to scream in pain.

"Feel sorry."

"Forget it, at least you're not like Flint, who likes to bump into people on purpose... But what happened to the Bludger?" Harry moved towards Nietzsche, further away from the reckless man.

"There's no way we did this!" Warrington raised his hands and swore, "Derek only hit one ball at that time, but it missed you... We all saw the Bludger turning a corner on its own. "

But the scream just now attracted Madam Pomfrey. She rushed in with a roar, holding Warrington by the ear and rushing out.

"Get out! He still has more than thirty bones to grow... Look at what a good thing you have done!" She used her thick arms to push him out, and also pushed out the Gryffindor players at the door.

Nietzsche was also kicked out, but at least he was not pushed out.

Before he left, he still talked a lot with Harry, about the recent basilisk attack and the Quidditch match, but the two things could not be connected at all because he could not see any motive or connection. point.

"Could it be Malfoy?" Harry said. "If someone wants to harm me, it will be those related to Voldemort..."

"But the Bludgers used in the competition are all equipped with counter-curses. It is impossible for ordinary students' magic power to break through the above restrictions." Nietzsche shook his head and motioned for him to take a good rest.

In the current corridor, many medieval armors have begun patrolling under the command of Professor McGonagall.

These dead objects will not be petrified, and their purpose is not to kill the basilisk, but to die. The moment they break, Professor McGonagall can be reminded and lead people to the scene.

"Glory." Nietzsche walked into the basement accompanied by his armor and said a slogan to the entrance of the lounge.

As for Hermione, he didn't need to worry at all. Even if Lockhart didn't have the ability to protect her, it would make his secret enemies afraid to take action at will. After all, the position of 'Professor' was here.

After returning to the dormitory, he placed various symbols and events on the floor, looking at the unrelated things and began to think deeply.

This was an indiscriminate attack. There were so many half-bloods and Muggle wizards in the entire school, how could it be possible to list everyone individually.

"The Chamber of Secrets... If someone wants to use Salazar's basilisk to get rid of the wizard in the school, what is the purpose?" Nietzsche lit the wand, lying on the ground and muttered to himself, "To satisfy his own competitiveness?"

But if you really want to say that, Malfoy's suspicion is indeed very high, but he did not find that the other party had any suspicion.

I just go to class and after class like everyone else every day, and occasionally throw a few scary rubbish words at non-pure-bloods...

Forget it, you can only passively find out the flaws in such an irregular attack. Nietzsche pulled off the quilt and looked at the photo on the wall - on it, Hermione Granger shyly covered her breasts under the flash. Face, hiding back and forth.

After a long time, he suddenly noticed that someone was pulling the paper under him, as if they were deliberately waking him up.

Nietzsche never left his wand while sleeping. He immediately took out the wand and pointed it at a dark shadow in the darkness. He muttered a spell in a low voice and quickly, and energy shining like sunlight poured out from the tip of the wand.

"Little thing." He clamped the lightsaber around the neck of the thing. "It's not good to steal things."

The thing had bat-like ears and eyes as big as tennis balls and bulging outwards. It turned its head curiously, and its slender nose was immediately burned.