Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

When Nietzsche entered, they would all shriek and circle overhead, and he only needed to find the most distinctive one among the flock of owls, because Mercury would not be excited by his arrival.

Soon, Nietzsche found the owl facing him, but with its head turned 180 degrees backward.

"Mercury, we have a great mission. You don't want Hermione Granger to be bullied in tomorrow's duel, do you... Freeze her immediately!"

You can't blame him.

If anyone's to blame, it's Mercury for being so mischievous. It was clearly something important concerning Hermione, how could he run away? A pet should always be concerned for its owner's safety!

And so, a scene unfolded inside the shed that terrified the owls:

One of their kind was so intimidated by the little wizard that its legs went weak, and it went from struggling at the beginning to having its eyes glazed over at the end.

Is there any royal law?

If there were an owl court in the shed, they would surely sentence Nietzsche to hanging!

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The First Clash Between Man and Superman

"I want both the old and new scores settled!"

Malfoy rubbed his aching wrists. While everyone else was enjoying their weekend, he was alone in the sunless basement, repeatedly steaming an entire bucket of slugs.

Ironically, this was something that Headmaster Snape had praised for during Potions class.

As for why he was put in solitary confinement... it's obvious, Nietzsche and the professor must have complained about it, saying something about the duel.

“It’s alright, tonight you’ll show that Mudblood what Slytherin is all about!” Pansy shoved his head onto her lap and nodded in agreement. “What did Marcus promise you?”

"Does he even need to consider it?" Draco snorted dismissively. "You know, my mother used to be from the Black family, so I'm related to the Flint family..."

To put it more positively, even the Flint family now relies on handouts from families like theirs.

Draco Malfoy vowed to become a figure no less than his father, and that the Malfoy family would grow even stronger under his leadership. Besides Potter, the people of his own house were naturally worth befriending.

However, Daphne watched the two intimately together with a cold eye, but had to put on a smiling face like a bodyguard duo.

Fate has already secretly marked the price for everything.

Did Nietzsche really complain to Snape?

Daphne probably thought it was impossible for such a thing to happen. How could a wizard who dared to isolate Slytherin do such a thing? Besides, it was said that Malfoy and the Headmaster had a very good personal relationship, so it was impossible for him to punish Draco for such a trivial matter.

Meanwhile, Nietzsche, at the forefront of the undercurrents, was still inside a tower.

“Dragon scum!” Harry led Nietzsche to a giant portrait and said to the fat lady inside.

The plump lady first glanced at the people around Harry, then noticed his bow tie, and looked quite surprised, but still made way for the two of them.

"Slytherin students haven't been here in a long time..."

"Can't other colleges interact with each other?" Nietzsche paused in front of the tunnel behind the portrait.

“Of course!” the fat lady laughed. “Godric welcomes every wizard and friendly Muggle, except for the Hufflepuff lounge...because Lady Helga considers it a form of protection.”

Nobody knows how to get into Hufflepuff's common room, and people from other houses can't get in either.

Guided by Harry, Nietzsche arrived at the Gryffindor common room for the first time. The temperature there was completely different from the outside, and it exuded a warmth that permeated both his mind and body.

The entire lounge is decorated in warm colors, with red as the main color. In the center is a huge fireplace, surrounded by several round tables and comfortable sofas.

The space is circular, with stained glass windows, while most of the other areas are made of volcanic rock.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate..." Neville said cautiously, shrinking back.

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Harry admits he has a great fondness for Nietzsche. Unlike Hagrid, Nietzsche is more like an older brother, especially when he stands in front of him and beats Dudley.

The savior who comes from Muggle society doesn't have so many twists and turns.

If you get along well, you're friends; if not, go eat at the same table as Malfoy. Forget about the academy...

Nietzsche looked at Harry before him, a bitter feeling welling up inside him.

He was bullied by his classmates outside, bullied by his classmates at home, and his parents lost their lives in the first magical battle. He was inexplicably given the title of 'savior'.

It's a miracle that this person didn't go insane.

Harry felt uneasy under his gaze, touched his face, and said, "Wait a minute, Hermione shouldn't be ready yet... Hey! Parvati, go call Hermione!"

What happened to you afterward?

Neville, who was standing nearby, was a little confused by what he said, but Harry seemed to understand what he was asking.

"Aside from the occasional lack of food, I haven't starved to death. At least I'm still alive!" Harry said with a sigh. "I never imagined you'd end up sitting next to Hermione... I really admire your ability to put up with her..."

He shielded his face with his right hand and leaned against Nietzsche, as it was best not to let such whispers be overheard.

When Nietzsche entered, the people gathered around the table all looked towards Harry. The Weasley twins were the most curious, as they were the first to hear the news from Slytherin.

Coupled with what happened on the train earlier, their impression of Nietzsche was unexpected for Harry.

"Want some props?" George counted on his fingers. "For your duel tonight, our Water-Blooming Fireworks, which are usually five Galleons a box, are on sale for only three Galleons."

"Can it automatically track enemies?"

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

"The explosion had a wide blast radius?"

“It’s just ordinary…fireworks…” Fred thought for a moment, then added to sell the product, “but it can transform. If you lose, we can turn the fireworks into lions that charge at them.”

"And what if you win?"

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

At this moment, Hermione rushed out of her dormitory and hesitated again when she saw everyone who was ready.

In fact, long before Nietzsche arrived, she had already learned about Marcus from the Weasley twins. He was originally a fourth-year student, but he was held back a year because of an incident involving a fight.

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

“It’s alright, at least you’re a warrior here in Gryffindor. We’ll have your name engraved on canary cookies… Even our Captain Wood doesn’t dare to challenge him when shaking hands.”

Nietzsche, however, shook his head and calmly said, "We are wizards, not barbarians choosing leaders."

He seemed to have forgotten how Crabbe and Goyle's heads were broken on the first night of school... No, wait! He used a cane, not brute force. Using weapons properly is what civilized people do.

Hermione just frowned, gave Neville a wink, and he went back to his room first.

She slowly fastened her clothes, drew her wand, and after pretending to warm up, she waved her hand and walked towards the door as if she were absolutely certain of victory.

"Let's go and meet that pureblood." She stopped abruptly as soon as she stepped out, turned around, and said through gritted teeth, "This is the last time. Next time, I'd rather watch you be turned into a spineless coward!!"

However, Nietzsche had already gotten used to seeing her like this.

She simply fanned herself with her hand and casually replied, "Okay, Miss Rule-Abiding..."

However, Nietzsche's smile never faded, because he knew that Hermione was actually enjoying the process as well.

The duel was to take place by the Black Lake. Although it was nighttime, curfew had not yet fallen, so Filch did not stop the group as they swaggered from the Gryffindor Tower into the Great Hall.

He was holding a cat and said fiercely, "George, Fred, it's you two again! I'll catch you a second time today!"

Nietzsche and Hermione walked in front, their wands emitting a bright, silvery-white light. Harry and the others then took out their wands one after another, but their wands only emitted a faint light like fireflies.

"Lumos (fluorescent blinking)"

The cold September wind swept across the Black Lake, causing Hermione to pull her shawl tighter over her wizarding robes.

After walking along the lake shore for about ten minutes, Nietzsche finally spotted a few dark figures under a dead tree.

"I thought you weren't afraid anymore," Draco said sarcastically. "Let me introduce you properly, this is Marcus Flint, I think Nietzsche has already witnessed his prowess..."

Marcus's towering shadow made Harry and Ron swallow hard, and even the Weasley brothers, who had been whistling all the way, fell silent.

Before a duel, how can you not exchange some trash talk?

“I have seen it for myself—he’s really good at taking brooms apart.” Nietzsche waved at him, then immediately whispered to Hermione, “You take care of the small ones, I’ll take care of the big ones.”

"Ha! So your assistant really is a Mudblood? I thought it would be funny enough that you would call him Potter and Poor Weasley."

The laughter of Slytherin and his companions was loud and jarring on the shore of the Black Lake.

The word didn't anger the person in question, but Ron Weasley was so angry that his face turned red. He was held back by his two brothers and could only swing his fists towards Slytherin.

“The last man’s amusement is really cheap... Don’t get yourself worked up, Ron.”

"How dare he!" Ron exclaimed, bewildered. "They're laughing at you, they're insulting you!"

But standing in their way, facing the laughter, was only Nietzsche's calm. He never cared what others said, because these people could only achieve a spiritual victory. Since that was the case, let Malfoy win.

Perhaps because such insults and sarcasm failed to enrage Nietzsche and Hermione as much as Weasley, Malfoy eventually grew bored as well.

"Don't forget our bet."

Draco's smile vanished, and he drew his wand, his voice low and menacing: "The Malfoy family never loses!"

Nietzsche, as the duelist, and Hermione, as his assistant, each took three steps.

The cold wind made the spectators rub their hands and stamp their feet, but neither Draco nor Nietzsche dared to move. They were both quietly waiting for their opponent to make the first mistake.

Hermione glanced at Marcus, who was two heads taller than everyone else, and felt a little intimidated. She asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you can handle that tall guy? He's three years ahead of you."

"So, do you have any good solutions?"

"I can only guarantee you won't die here..." Hermione said anxiously.

She seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive, and in that moment of distraction, Marcus immediately noticed Hermione's slight turn of her head, even in the dim light.

A pale yellow light flashed by.

"Petrificus Totalus"

“Rictusempra (grinning)”

As Nietzsche pushed Hermione away, he used the momentum to roll to the other side, dodging Malfoy's spell.

Everything changed in an instant, which made Harry's eyes widen, not daring to miss any opportunity.

Calmly analyzing the situation... Nietzsche took a deep breath, glanced at the terrain in front of him, and once again dodged Malfoy's spell, mentally calculating the time it would take for the other to cast the incantation.