Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

That's true. The only people in the entire school who had a grudge against Harry were Draco and his gang.

As for Snape, he did the same to every Gryffindor.

“Those people?” Nietzsche inquired indirectly, “Were they the ones who followed the mysterious man during the First Magic War?”

“That’s right, it’s those dark wizards!” Hagrid immediately changed the subject, saying proudly, “But this is Hogwarts, they can’t get in, and Dumbledore won’t let them interfere.”

It sounds like there's a lot of conflict between Headmaster Dumbledore and the pure-bloods.

“But I heard from Draco that they have more people. His father is not only a member of the school board here, but also an advisor to the Ministry of Magic.” Nietzsche quietly gave Hermione a look. “Dumbledore couldn’t do that alone.”

Watson, now it's your turn to take notes!

Hagrid, unaware that he had been tricked, said smugly, "One person is enough, and Dumbledore has friends everywhere, one of whom is... Nick Flamel."

“The legendary Nigel Flamel?” Neville exclaimed in surprise.

“No…that’s right.” Hagrid hesitated for a moment.

He probably didn't say much, he just gave these young wizards a brief introduction to his most respected Professor Dumbledore.

But Hermione didn't care about any of that. After all, all that commotion on the Quidditch pitch was just to find out something. So she snatched the rock bread from Nietzsche and threw it in the middle of the table.

"This thing isn't that pretty, so did you even notice it?"

“Of course, dear Miss Granger, it’s really kind of you to cooperate with me…” Nietzsche sighed, “I’ve been calling for the professor from the teachers’ table ever since Slytherin and Hufflepuff started their attack.”

To prevent the farce from escalating, Nietzsche disguised himself as a student from another college and went to the faculty section to call out to the professor.

He had his head down and back hunched over, his face half-covered by a scarf of unknown origin, so no one could immediately recognize him as a Slytherin student, let alone the fact that the students in the audience were engaged in a chaotic brawl.

Professors Flitwick and Sprout were initially surprised and somewhat flustered—this was a fight that was practically on a school-wide scale.

So when they heard Nietzsche's message, they immediately took action, prioritizing the protection of the students closest to them.

Quirrell's first reaction was to look to both sides of the faculty seating area. Only when he saw that the other professors had already begun to stop them did he get up and take out his wand.

Snape, on the other hand, stared intently at the sky, not even blinking, only using his peripheral vision to detect any danger around him.

Ron exclaimed impatiently, "So that means Professor Snape was casting a spell on Harry's flying broomstick! Aha! I knew that old bat was up to no good! He was cheating off the field!"

“But he has no reason... just for this reason…” Hermione hesitated.

“Why not Professor Quirrell?” Neville said, trying to bite a hole in the rock crust, his words mumbled. “Didn’t Nietzsche see two professors watching a game in the sky?”

“Quirk? That professor who stutters?” Ron slapped his thigh and laughed. “Impossible. He was probably terrified by the scene. Don’t you know what he’s usually like?”

Quirinas doesn't make a very good impression.

He stutters and seems timid, so what reason would he have to do this?

“You don’t know him at all!” Hermione was disgusted by this disrespectful attitude towards the professor. “Professor Quirrell was the first professor to run into the center of the crowd and stop this farce!”

As he spoke, he glared at Nietzsche.

Ron chuckled awkwardly, picked up his teacup, and fell silent with Neville.

Nietzsche, however, immediately realized what Ron's laughter had reminded him.

"Was he the first one to come to the center of the crowd?" He seemed to be confirming with Hermione. "How did he perform? Quickly, I need every detail you observed...every second after he came over."

"Professor Flitwick said he used a new spell..."

Hermione described how Quirrell single-handedly overwhelmed dozens of students in the situation, leaving Harry speechless, as they thought the professor was just bragging during class.

Did Quirrell really banish those vampires?

“I suddenly remembered something.” Nietzsche suddenly stood up, then gave Hagrid a reassuring smile. “Thank you for your hospitality. Professor Quirrell’s new spell may be related to the experiment. I’ll be going now.”

It's so abnormal.

If Snape cast a small curse or poison on Harry to help him win the Quidditch match, it would be perfectly understandable, as it was his usual practice.

Professor Quirrell has always disliked being in the limelight. He's the kind of wizard who would run away if laughed at to his face, and he wouldn't even say anything to deduct points, as if he'd forgotten he's a professor.

During regular classes, Nietzsche was largely responsible for maintaining discipline.

When faced with unexpected situations, a person's behavior is unlikely to be the opposite of their usual personality, because this is a reflection of their subconscious.

"It couldn't possibly be Snape; he's been a professor here for decades..."

Hermione braved the cold wind and chased after them out of the stone house.

“Let them have their doubts, Hermione.” Nietzsche looked at Hogwarts Castle in the distance, slapping her stiff face. “Don’t alert them. Professor Quirrell is acting too strangely, as if… he’s doing this on purpose.”

“But what if Snape is only doing this for the game?” She didn’t dare to think about it. “Nietzsche, you have to make sure this is an accusation involving student safety!”

“So I’m going to check now!” Nietzsche raised his hand and brushed the rain off her shoulder. “Trust me.”

Hermione could only stand there and watch Nietzsche turn and leave.

Believe him...

In fact, Nietzsche didn't tell the whole story: if Snape wanted to win the game, he could have just interfered occasionally instead of keeping Harry Potter constantly on the brink of danger.

Snape was a rational Potions Master and would not completely expose himself, even if he didn't care about his reputation.

So Quirrell initially looked to both sides, perhaps worried... He thought it was his own problem, and stepped forward to clear his name immediately.

Nietzsche observed from the crowd that after the farce subsided, the Dean turned his gaze to the sky again, but Harry regained control of the broom and lowered it before stepping out.

"Snape might be casting a counter-spell, but why would Quirrell do that..."

This seemingly reasonable phenomenon was so abnormal in Quirrell's case. It was just a small flaw that allowed Nietzsche to see through the fog and see the path ahead.

So that's how Sherlock saw through those cases.

Nietzsche straightened his clothes and, on this day of celebration in Gryffindor, went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. Looking at the tightly closed oak door, only one thought occupied his mind:

'He's a curious student; he's come to inquire about the new spell...'

So he knocked on the door.

"Please come in~"

When Nietzsche opened the door, he found that Quirrell had already prepared a chair in front of his desk. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He placed his hands on the table, gesturing for the other person to sit down and talk, a smile on his pale face.

"Let me guess, you've come for... for our spell experiment."

“That’s right, Professor, Halloween is over.”

Nietzsche did not deliberately pretend to have an identity to conceal his purpose, but honestly made his attitude clear—he came to learn.

All he needed to do was wait for the other party to reveal a weakness during the conversation.

(Wuhu, 7,000 words in a big update! I'm exhausted! Your subscriptions are my motivation!)

Chapter Forty-Seven: Crushing and Strangling

It all looks the same as always—professors and students exploring magical wonders.

Nietzsche was the curious student, and Quirinus Quiro was the research fanatic. For now, everything seemed to be the same, and Quiro knew that Nietzsche would definitely come looking for him.

He seemed very confident about it...

"Today's Quidditch match was truly thrilling. I heard that Professor Snape put a curse on Harry Potter's flying broomstick for the sake of the match."

“Snape…” Quirrell’s eyes widened, his voice trembling with fear. “I thought he was just a little harsh on people normally. Maybe he has some unspeakable secret?”

Nietzsche squinted and immediately sat down in the chair.

"Fortunately, the commotion that followed was big enough. Speaking of which... I saw your new curse in the audience today, it was so cool."

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and two cups of tea appeared on the table between them. He raised his head slightly, looking very proud.

"The core of the Levitation Charm lies in the fact that magic lifts the target according to the wizard's thoughts. Ultimately, it is the interaction between magic and objects. Therefore, my new spell can be said to be completely opposite to the Levitation Charm."

"Gravity! Pressure! Describe it however you like."

He was still as awkward as ever, but fortunately Nietzsche had gotten used to the other person's way of speaking.

“It sounds pretty much what I was thinking…” He took notes while glancing around out of the corner of his eye. “The levitation spell is broken down and the incantation is recited in a completely opposite way. Incredible.”

"I borrowed your inspiration."

At Quirrell's prompting, Nietzsche eagerly drew his wand and silently recited the spell several times in his mind.

To concentrate fully, break the process down into several parts—first try using the Levitation Charm to control the object, but don't cancel the spell. Instead, continue to output magic power and feel the interaction between the magic power and the object.

"Cadi Crush"

No, he didn't want magic to lift objects up and fly high... he wanted things to function in a way that was completely opposite to what they were now.

First, the water glass on the table began to slowly fall to the ground, but that wasn't the end of it. The invisible hand that had been lifting it began to apply pressure, and the glass screamed and began to crack.

The essence of the levitation spell lies in the interaction between magic and objects, because magic attracts, compresses, and collides the object with the tabletop.

As the glass shattered, the liquid inside splashed onto Quirrell, who seemed startled and leaned back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control myself well." Nietzsche looked at the other person's deep red wizard robe and showed a hint of apology.

“All cleaned up~” Quirrell waved his wand unconsciously. “It’s okay, everyone’s first time is always… always a bit rough… I think you’ve probably read enough about spells and magic in the forbidden section.”

"I've also finished studying your notes."

Nietzsche acted modestly, so he got up, walked to the bookshelf on the left, took out Quirrell's old notebook from his pocket, and put it back.

Interestingly, wizards rely heavily on spells, and Professor Quirrell is no exception, but he uses them with even greater skill. Quirrell's hobby after class is pressed flowers, so his mind is definitely more delicate.

In other words, on Halloween night, he wouldn't allow himself to run around with a foul smell.

No matter how you perform, your subconscious reactions can never lie.

“It seems that the standard spell has a wider range of potential for development.” Nietzsche smiled and turned back to look at the professor’s clean clothes. “We are really lucky. At least the predecessors did not steal the credit beforehand.”

"Luck? I don't think so. Maybe it's because...they're arrogant."

Quirrell was quite satisfied with the entire experiment. In fact, he may have had similar ideas at first, but after seeing the dark magic, he put them out of his mind.

If we have to talk about luck... then it should be him.

He was fortunate to meet Nietzsche, fortunate to find like-minded students, and fortunate to discover a brand new path.

“Perhaps if the wizards go out for a walk, they can discover more new ideas…” He glanced quickly at the window behind the professor. “Is that an owl?”