Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"I heard you're in class..."

"I'm going out for some fresh air," Quirrell said with an awkward laugh before he could finish speaking.

After helping Dean Flitwick up, Quirrell lowered his head and immediately walked out of the auditorium without looking back. When he reached the door, he turned back to look at the students who were playing around, which made Quirrell's back look even more lonely.

The professor walked to the center of the hall and was startled by the draft.

"How did you get out... out here?"

"Then why did you come out too?" Ni answered the question with a question.

The two walked to the gate one after the other, the gray landscape unfolding before them, while laughter and firelight were behind them.

"I...I came out for some fresh air."

“What a coincidence, me too.” Nietzsche stood on tiptoe, looking into the distance. “I’m also checking out the terrain so I don’t get chased by others later… It would be a laughing stock if I were sent back petrified.”

Quirrell pondered in silence for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Well, I was just planning to leave anyway, because... you know Snape still wants to... settle scores with me."

"It was Malfoy who acted recklessly first, but he always defends his own when he shouldn't."

“Yes, it’s always like this…” Quirrell recalled his childhood, his eyes filled with resentment, “Do you know… do you know why I studied dark magic? It’s because the professors always covered for me and smoothed things over.”

People are not born good or bad.

A person's personality is related to the movement of surrounding things and the larger environment, and what prompted Quirrell to become interested in the Dark Magic Defense was naturally related to these factors, which he then studied in depth from a scholar's perspective.

“Aren’t Ravenclaws just bookworms in other people’s eyes?” Nietzsche had no reservations in front of him.

Quirrell chuckled, but if someone else had said that, he wouldn't have bothered to refute it.

"Haha, that's true, but every house has its own problems. Besides passive-aggressive behavior and exclusion, Ravenclaw also has a clown who likes to cause a scene... But I don't blame the headmaster, after all, they're all like that."

"Should I...hate the dean? Obviously not, he doesn't even know he did anything wrong."

This is the problem with Hogwarts: it's frustrating that the older professors are still treating education in the ways of the last century, because they don't realize that the situation of wizards today is different from that of the past.

Wizards were hunted down and ostracized by the Muggle Church, so professors at the school tend to try to smooth things over when conflicts arise between students, preferring to avoid trouble.

Either just defend your own all the way...

“That’s why I strongly advocate that wizards re-evaluate everything.” Nietzsche didn’t refute, but rather empathized deeply. “At least here I don’t have to worry about being fired.”

Quirrell walked back towards the marble staircase, but suddenly stopped on the middle platform.

"What do you think of me... how... how am I as a professor?" He stammered, leaning on the armrest for a long time, and said in a drawn-out tone.

Nietzsche didn't answer, but turned and walked back to the auditorium. He planned to eat something more since he would be sleeping on the train for the night. He covered his mouth, yawned, and waved goodbye to Quirrell.

Merry Christmas! Remember to sign for your presents tomorrow morning!

Chapter 51 Christmas Nightmare (Part 2)

When leaving the school, Nietzsche, just for fun, insisted on dragging Hermione across the ice of the Black Lake.

Hermione has poor balance and slips after taking a few steps, so she simply grabs Nietzsche's clothes and puts her hands on his shoulders. From an outsider's perspective, the girl looks like the sled being pulled.

"Lumos (fluorescent blinking)"

“That’s all the light you’ve got. Watch this.” Nietzsche turned his head and glanced at the fluorescence behind him. “Lumos Duo (Enhanced Fluorescent Flash)”

On the entire ice surface, there were only the two of them. From a distance, they looked like two children waving sparklers.

"Oh, really?" Hermione's competitive spirit was ignited, and she flicked her wand defiantly. "Lumos Masima (Super Luminous)... Hmph, sorry, I'm one point ahead in Charms class."

Hermione smiled when she noticed that Nietzsche hadn't made a move for a long time.

Are you kidding me? Does she spend all her time in the library just to sleep on the table like those little lions?

To be fair, the atmosphere in the library is indeed very conducive to falling asleep... It's quiet, and there's the natural white noise of turning pages, so it's no wonder that many Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs get sleepy just sitting there.

"Do you know what wizards need to be careful about when casting the Illumination Charm?"

"Don't accidentally light your wand." Hermione could practically recite everything Professor Flitwick said in class. "Why? Don't actually burn your wand just to show off."

"For wizards, in that dark age, light was such a rare thing. So the wizards' creation of this spell came from 'Sol', which led to the creation of higher-level spells."

Hermione thought about it and realized she hadn't heard Professor Flitwick say anything about the Illumination Charm.

"Could it be... that I missed Professor Binns's key points? Or did he tell you this privately...?"

“Of course not. How would McGonagall, the Charms and Transfiguration professor’s favorite, know about Quirrell and my research?” Nietzsche cleared his throat, taking a deep breath. “Lumos Solem (Daylight)!”

In fact, language itself is a kind of symbol.

When people utter a word, their subconscious immediately makes associations, and this is the connection between wizards and language.

In the center of the Black Lake, a burst of silvery sunlight suddenly appeared, dispelling the surrounding darkness and making the withered ivy in the depths of darkness clearly visible. This light even dispelled the cold.

At the microscopic level, molecules begin to rub against each other under the influence of magic, causing the energy of light to manifest as heat.

"Sorry, I should be ahead in Charms class too..."

"No, no, no, that doesn't count. At most, it should be Defense Against the Dark Arts plus one point!" Hermione squinted, the sudden flash of white light making her startle.

Nearly an hour passed before the station lights finally appeared, as the two were playfully bickering.

The Hogwarts Express stopped at Hogsmeade Station, and orange lights shone from the windows, casting orange squares onto the white snow.

Nietzsche noticed the footprints along the edge of the platform, and several of them were heading towards the edge with the toes of their shoes pointing towards the woods outside the platform, rather than towards the train doors. So he turned around, grabbed Hermione's hand, and pulled her into his arms.

"So what? My potions skills will always be...above yours?" The girl was dumbfounded.

What's wrong with this person? They were talking fine, and then suddenly... why did they suddenly do that?

“You may not have noticed, but just now there was a white shadow moving in the direction of four o’clock, which was touched by our illumination spell... and there were several sets of footsteps at the platform, the birch forest and the edge of the wall, which are hiding spots.”

Nietzsche rested his chin on Hermione's shoulder, with only a woolen scarf separating them by their ears.

"He really is persistent." The girl looked at the points he mentioned one by one and exhaled a puff of white breath.

"If you calm down, when the other person raises their hand, the fabric of their clothes will rub against their elbow and waist..."

Hermione hid her wand at his side, and upon hearing soft whispers and the rustling of fabric in the darkness, she immediately used Transfiguration to bring the snow piles to life, stacking them layer by layer to form a wall.

"Fainted and collapsed!" "All petrified!" "Snot streaming down their faces!"

At the same time, several spells flew out from the forest and struck the wall made of snow bricks.

Nietzsche, on the other hand, was like a World War II veteran, hiding in a trench made of snowdrifts. Facing the enemy's attack, he only hurriedly stuffed a licorice stick into his mouth and looked up at the starry sky.

"And now?" Hermione asked, brushing the snowflakes that had splashed onto her curly hair.

"Lower yourself down, and lie down with me for a while now." Nietzsche pulled down the scarf around her neck, pretending to be casual, and said, "I insist on doing so, and all you can do is wait."

"Wait to die? My God, what a perfect plan!"

Hermione tried to retaliate, but as soon as she showed her face, a red spell flew over and blasted a large hole in the snow.

Ever since she sat next to Nietzsche, a series of events had been nonstop, and this was even more true when she arrived at Hogwarts. She thought she could curb Nietzsche's behavior, but she never expected that things would be completely out of her control.

That's great. Hopefully, when she goes back, her parents won't see Hermione missing an arm or a leg on Christmas Day.

"You're dead! I swear..." Marcus's voice came from the front of the platform, he sounded very angry, "It's all because of you, Nietzsche! I don't care if I have to repeat another year!"

“Then let’s give it a try! You idiot!” Hermione snapped back.

The feud with Marcus Flint actually started a long time ago, but now the other party hates them more than they imagined.

“Ah, and that mudblood from Gryffindor too.” Another sharp voice, seemingly closest to them, said, “Take your little boyfriend and get out of here, go cry on the train back and say, ‘I never want to come back here again.’”

"If you're not afraid of getting fired, then keep going."

"Expelled? Hahaha... I repeated a year back then, and I still do now."

Will she be able to go back unharmed? What will happen to her parents...? No, Granger, now is not the time to think about these things.

"Obstacles... everywhere..." "Who? Who's there?" "You bunch of idiots, you've been followed!"

Hermione was stunned because she heard the 'little troll' Marcus suddenly yelling and shouting, followed by the sound of several people falling to the ground. Only then did she get up from behind the snowdrift.

Now we can see there are five Slytherin seniors in total, and the one closest to them has already fallen.

"Who is it?!" Marcus shouted into the depths of the forest, deflecting a beam of red light.

Now the tide has turned, and it's his turn to be fearful.

Marcus couldn't understand who in the entire school, besides Nietzsche, would dare to mess with him... He didn't take those lower-year students seriously at all, and the only one he had a clear grudge against was C. Warrington.

He roared as he hurled an attack into the shadows: "Warrington, I know it was you who did this!"

The other person's body appeared out of thin air, dodging Marcus's spell. Hermione recognized it as the Disillusionment Charm. Along with Warrington appeared several upperclassmen, some of whom were faces Nietzsche had never seen before.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen or so students quickly stepped out of the steaming express train and stood at a distance.

"Drian Pursey, you really are with him after all... Terrence Higgs, I don't think I was planning to take your Seeker position, hahaha, are you going to betray me too? Huh?"

Terence was a gentle-looking wizard who merely smiled at Marcus's furious rant.

"If Captain Warrington was replaced back then, it's only a matter of time before I am too. To be honest, I'm already quite unhappy with the way you've secured victory for Slytherin."

Nietzsche nodded to Hermione and was the first to emerge from the snowdrift trench.

After the Slytherin match, he heard from Warrington about the Seeker, who had been quite unhappy during the match and had not resorted to tricks, adhering strictly to the rules and not seeking to cheat.

So when Marcus knocked Harry off balance, he didn't immediately seize the Golden Snitch.

"I did it for victory! For Slytherin's honor! You..."

“Here we go again.” Nietzsche waved his hand impatiently and said, “Alright, that’s your honor, it has nothing to do with us. Stop trying to apply your ‘ancestral’ teachings to us.”

Perhaps it was a gesture, because when he waved his hand, Hermione saw the group surround Marcus.

Her eyes sparkled with various colors, and then several wands flew out, their owners unknown. Hermione instinctively wanted to stop them, but couldn't find any reason to do so.

So they had no choice but to avoid the surrounding snowfield, which had become bumpy and uneven.

"Did you plan this in advance?"

“I’m not giving orders to anyone, Hermione. I’m not any boss. They… are fighting for themselves.”

Of course, it wasn't Nietzsche's request. From the moment he and Hermione set foot on the Black Lake, Warrington, carrying a flying broom, grabbed a few friends and braved the wind and snow to arrive at the train station from above Hogwarts.