Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Immediately afterwards, a clanging sound came from the corridor at the end of the room, where countless small boxes were stored.

The old man, known as Ollivander, slid down a movable wooden ladder with a skill beyond his years, carrying a pile of sticks he hadn't had time to store, probably raw materials for wands.

When he saw Professor Snape standing next to McGonagall, he felt a strange sense of dread.

"The school season is here so soon." The old man hunched over, walked quickly to Hermione, and grabbed her arms without a word. "Which hand do you prefer?"

"Right hand."

"Try this: poplar wood and White River Monster spines. The clearer your moral compass, the stronger you become."

Hermione became confident upon hearing words like "honest" and "elegant," which seemed tailor-made for her. Unfortunately, with a gentle wave under her guidance, she only managed to blow up a nearby cabinet.

The violent explosion startled the Grangers.

Fortunately, Watson had seen this kind of thing many times before, and he habitually pulled up his trench coat to shield the three of them from the flying wood chips.

"No, no, change it!"

"Cat leopard hair..."

"Wetland werewolf fur, drawn to dark magic... well, you're not suited for dark magic either..."

She tried almost one by one, and Hermione went from being confident at the beginning to feeling awkward, hesitant, and finally numb.

Nietzsche, observing from the sidelines, understood from Ollivander's words that the wand had to choose a master whose temperament matched the wand's. This reminded him of Eastern divination and Gypsy tarot cards.

He glanced at his mechanical watch and asked, "Do you have any grapevine wood?"

“Grapevine wood?” Ollivander waved his wand, and a box flew out from the wrecked ruins. “Grapevine wood paired with a dragon heartstring—frankly, this wand core is suitable for wizards with strong learning abilities.”

Surprisingly, Hermione's mechanical, casual wave of her hand only produced a small, powerful shockwave.

There were no small tornadoes and no explosions.

"Perfect!!" Ollivander looked at Nietzsche with childlike excitement. "How did you know she was suited for grapevine wood? Usually, those who use this kind of raw material are wizards with lofty ambitions!"

"Am I that kind of person?" Hermione asked, somewhat puzzled. "I didn't know that about me."

"You're just being repressed. If only you weren't so conformist..."

Hermione moved a few steps to the side, away from Nietzsche, who in her eyes was like a villain from a superhero comic book, always thinking about how to bewitch others with words.

She realized that Nietzsche must have changed his strategy:

I want to become like him!

Unfortunately, Nietzsche was unaware of the mental storm raging in Hermione's mind; he was simply getting goosebumps from her staring at him.

Hermione Granger's eyes sharpened...

"Sir, which hand do you prefer?"

"Right hand."

"Try this: laurel wood with Thestral tail hair. Deadly. Their owners always act with integrity, unlike those Slytherins. Even when it comes to honor, they do it openly."

It sounds a lot like the staff of a virtuous gentleman.

Under the watchful eye of a seasoned gentleman like Watson, Nietzsche... of course failed.

They're practically in cahoots with the Sherlock Holmes family, and have absolutely nothing to do with being aboveboard, especially Nietzsche, who grew up listening to all sorts of murder cases.

“Pearwood.” Ollivander remained calm.

Building upon the aspects Nietzsche previously revealed, this article recommends a type of wood that embodies warmth, generosity, and wisdom.

Nietzsche touched the wand, but unfortunately, the energy simply poured out violently through the pear wood. Lightning grazed Ollivander's scalp and flew to the roof, causing a thunderous roar to erupt in the room.

After trying dozens of wands and renovating the house seven times, Ollivander finally experienced a feeling he had never felt before.

The grain of black walnut wood is absolutely beautiful.

The moment Nietzsche grasped the wand, he felt as if his arm and the wand had become one.

“Black walnut wood, paired with… unicorn tail hair, 14 inches.” Ollivander’s expression was somewhat regretful. “Looks like you’re going to have a hard time in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, kid.”

"What do you mean?"

"While unicorn hair is very stable in casting magic, it is extremely resistant to dark magic, which means... wands made from it are very stable, but they cannot be too powerful."

Hermione, who was standing nearby, breathed a sigh of relief.

Black magic sounds evil, but at least she doesn't have to worry about this antisocial little madman going further and further down the path of a black wizard.

"It's alright, consistent spellcasting is very helpful for transfiguration."

The news presented completely different trends in the eyes of the two professors. Professor McGonagall was somewhat pleased, while Professor Snape let out a laugh.

"At least I don't have to worry about Slytherin's new students this year."

Nietzsche, however, disagreed and continued, "Can a wizard only be defined by black magic?"

"Not really, it's just that there are almost no wizards who can master white magic like Headmaster Dumbledore, and dueling magic and war magic both belong to black magic, which are more prominent in combat."

Does the wizard expect floating objects to carry out the attack?

Therefore, the inability to delve deeply into dark magic means that wizards will ultimately be drawn into spell research, and will have no chance with professions like Auror.

Nietzsche had many questions in his mind, but he chose to go to the bookstore to find the answers.

"Thank you for your consideration. Each wand for new students costs five Galleons. Don't break it. This price is only for the first purchase of a wand."

After leaving the wand shop, Hermione puffed out her chest with pride.

The same staff core as Professor McGonagall, the Dragon Heartstring... the heart nerve of a fire dragon, just hearing it sounds incredibly powerful.

"It's okay, unicorns are cute too~"

Nietzsche gritted his teeth, ultimately too lazy to refute.

Fine, let her be smug for a while.

Nietzsche allowed Hermione a period of smugness before he discovered the fundamental principles of magic, but afterwards, he would repay her a hundredfold.

Chapter Nine Harry of the Morkin's Robes Shop

Hermione's swaggering demeanor was something Nietzsche most wanted to ignore at the moment.

But she deliberately lingered in front of him, even when she saw the Defense Against the Dark Arts book at Flourish and Blotts, she would still say a few words.

To be honest, Mrs. Granger wanted to remind her daughter, but her husband stopped her in the end.

"When have you ever seen her like this?" Mr. Granger deliberately pulled his wife away from the two running ahead, saying with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "Don't you find this smug look very real?"

It's true, yes...

Hermione's behavior in these ways was more endearing to her parents than when she was lost in her fantasies from books.

This was meant to be Hermione at twelve, not someone who spends all day like a boring office worker, going to and from school, doing homework, eating, taking a bath, reading, and sleeping.

This vibrant energy is what Hermione should be like.

For a moment, Mr. Granger was unsure whether Nietzsche had done it unintentionally or intentionally... but considering his fathers, it would be plausible if it had been intentional.

Inside Flourish and Blotts, Nietzsche tucked away "Defense Against the Dark Arts: A Guide to Basic Knowledge" and held it in front of his face.

“Hermione, while the Dragon Heartstring is indeed more powerful than the Unicorn Hair, don’t forget that Ollivander said it’s also one of the most difficult wand cores to control.”

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly because of Hermione's lively demeanor.

Yes, this is what life should be like... vibrant and full of sunshine, instead of spending all day with books, constantly aware of the unspoken rules set by those in power for the weak.

"But don't forget, as long as I learn fast enough, I can master it forever!"

"Hmph... If that's the case, you shouldn't have only taken first-grade books."

"You reminded me, that's right, there's also 'Defense Against Magic Theory' and 'Magic Potions'."

So, among the group of freshmen, Nietzsche and Hermione were the two most unique. The books they carried were stacked up to their heads, and they could only see the way out of the corner of their eyes.

After paying, Hermione, clutching the book, staggered towards the door to meet her parents.

Then came the robes. To be honest, Hermione and Nietzsche, who were born into human society, had a rather...uncomfortable view of wizarding attire, especially those brightly colored robes and patterns.

Especially the ordinary clothes, they are almost all exactly the same.

"Sorry...I'm sorry."

Just as Mrs. Malkin was measuring the height of the two men, a burly man accidentally knocked over the clothes rack.

It was the giant Nietzsche had seen at Gringotts before; his beard was as filthy as Shylock's, and the boy beside him seemed somewhat embarrassed by his recklessness.

"Hagrid? Are you here to have a mole fur coat custom-made?"

"I'm here to bring Harry..."

“Harry? Harry Potter?” Mrs. Malkin covered her mouth, her face paling. “My God, that lucky child.”

Nietzsche turned his head and saw that the thin little boy next to Hagrid looked somewhat familiar. He noticed that Madam Malkin lifted Harry's long hair and exclaimed in amazement at the scar on the boy's forehead.

Where have I seen this before?

He thought to himself that none of the people he had beaten up were this thin and small.

Nietzsche!

This wasn't Hermione's warning shout; it was more of a surprise and joy. This kind of exclamation usually comes from seeing a friend you haven't seen in a long time.

Even Hermione raised her eyebrows.

Nietzsche's only response to her was blank stares and a shrug.

"You...excuse me, have I seen you before?"

“Me! Dudley’s cousin!” Harry exclaimed in surprise. “You’re the one who beat up Dudley, I recognize you… I’m sorry, I wanted to speak up for you, but the day you were expelled, Vernon locked me in the room.”

The mention of "Dali's cousin" brought back some memories for Nietzsche.

It was the boy who was bullied by the fat guy at that moment, but Nietzsche beat up the fat guy back then, partly out of personal grudge.