Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

When get out of class ended, it was usually not Nietzsche who was the last to leave, but Draco.

He raised his tired face, smiled at the people around him, and gestured for them to leave first: "I...I want to learn a little more. Professor Snape gave me quite a lot of tasks today."

“Alright, child... everything will be alright…” Professor Sprout comforted him.

Nietzsche had just stepped out of the greenhouse and was planning to stop by the Forbidden Forest to tease Smaug when Daphne pulled him under a tree not far from the Clock Square.

She acted furtively, glancing back every now and then to see if anyone was following her.

"What did you do during the summer vacation?" Daphne stared wide-eyed, saying incredulously, "Do you know that many purebloods associated with the Malfoys have suffered serious losses? My family is even planning to cancel the marriage alliance."

An overwhelming joy exploded in her heart like a Claymore landmine.

It happened so fast that she hasn't recovered yet, and is still mostly in shock.

“Ah, it seems that the only people who truly own territory in the magical world are the Malfoy family. Many of you must be crying now, right?” Nietzsche had long anticipated this day would come.

"But you never said you'd let purebloods end up in this dangerous situation!" Daphne was at a loss for words.

Sad? After all, the family is even poorer now.

At least now she doesn't have to worry about her father personally sending her or her sister to the Malfoys' house, since it's a very unprofitable deal at the moment.

“But you are free now.” Nietzsche broke free from her grasp, swung his arm, and walked toward the Forbidden Forest.

“This…this is different. I thought you would find a way to become stronger, so that Father would be willing to let me be your subordinate.” Daphne caught up with him. “If my family had a few more people now, we would be almost as powerful as the Weasleys.”

At that time, she might even have to go to a secondhand bookstore to buy a book that someone else has used.

"How can you believe that one person can surpass a family that has been passed down for thousands of years in a short period of time?" Nietzsche spoke the truth bluntly. "I just put everyone on the same starting line... It's fair."

He couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up for his cleverness.

Although Hermione's methods were ineffective against him, they were very suitable for using to retaliate against others.

Daphne pondered the meaning of his words repeatedly, not knowing what Nietzsche meant by the starting line... freedom... Could it be that he was telling her to prepare to completely break away from her family?

After much thought, she still couldn't predict Nietzsche's next move.

"So you have a solution?"

“I think Ron’s father made a flying car, what do you think?” Nietzsche replied.

"Wait...wait a minute, this violates the Secrets Act and the Misuse of Muggle Articles Act." Daphne hadn't expected him to be so audacious. "Don't forget the relationship between the Ministry of Magic and pure-bloods; they won't let this go unpunished..."

But what she wanted, would Nietzsche not have thought of?

"Yes, if it were just me, I would definitely ban it, but what if most people liked flying cars?"

The Ministry of Magic is ultimately a government belonging to wizards. In order to maintain the stability of the wizarding world, it is sometimes necessary to make some concessions and sacrifices. And isn't the purpose of laws to be constantly improved?

For example, magical telephones and magical radios in the magical world...

Of course, Nietzsche would believe that Professor Lockhart's next book would be a bestseller.

He had already prepared a name, but it would be called "My Long Journey with Flying Cars".

(Hehehe, thanks to all the readers for their great support. Fox has inexplicably found himself on some kind of bestseller list.)

Chapter 89 Actually, he's a coward

(This chapter and the next chapter are out of order...sorry)

Hagrid was stunned.

When did the forbidden forest become a classroom?

He looked at the dozen or so young wizards and Lockhart, who was leading them, feeling lost and blank, unsure of what to say... Although school rules forbade students from entering the Forbidden Forest, what if it was part of the class curriculum?

“Alright, I’m very familiar with the Forbidden Forest…” Lockhart patted his chest to assure him.

"Really?" Hagrid asked repeatedly, confirming.

“That’s right, that’s right, I know the way. I’m just showing them a little thing like Hinkpunk.”

Without waiting for Hagrid's reply, Lockhart said, "It's class time," and then led the students into the Forbidden Forest.

This place is still quite unfamiliar to most people, but Nietzsche was looking around and noticed that many small branches had been broken and some bushes looked like they had been trampled by something.

However, this time, Nietzsche did not find as much fluff as he had last year.

“This reminds me of the days of ‘Wandering with the Werewolf’…” he said, panting, as he leaned on a vine after passing through a swampy area. “This is the Hinkpunk neighborhood.”

Draco ignored him and just kept squatting down, digging at some plants under the tree roots.

Nietzsche noticed some dirt on the edge of his pocket, but he quickly stopped staring at Draco, as the path gradually widened as Professor Lockhart ventured deeper.

The ground began to turn a pale white color and felt sticky when walked on, while the surrounding trees began to turn charred black, as if they had been burned.

Several explosions and rumbles could be heard not far away.

'He is the one who is most afraid.' Nietzsche suddenly realized something was wrong.

Lockhart's purpose was not to let the students see dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest, but to safely search for the flying car.

Of course, the Forbidden Forest is so dangerous, how could he possibly handle it alone?

"Aha, what a pleasant surprise!" Lockhart exclaimed, feigning surprise.

He had the students part the bushes and find a Muggle car in a white hollow. Black smoke was billowing from its engine, the wheels were spinning on the ground, and the doors were covered with spider webs and transparent slime.

Under the car wheels were several enormous spiders.

“Those spiders are giant eight-eyed spiders. It seems their venom has no effect on Muggle vehicles.” Lockhart’s eyes gleamed; just looking at them made him feel completely safe.

With its headlights flashing, it resembled a knight standing atop the corpses of its enemies.

"Professor...are we leaving?" Gore trembled as he hid behind a tree.

“Don’t be so scared, look! Aren’t all those spiders dead?” Lockhart laughed happily, walking triumphantly on the white ground.

It was only then that Nietzsche realized that the soil was not naturally white; it was soft and sticky because spiders had laid two layers of fallen leaves on the hard ground, and then woven webs between the leaves.

He used his wand to part the leaves, and immediately many spiders emerged from underneath, causing some witches to scream.

"Professor, danger!" Nietzsche shouted.

“Mr. Holmes, don’t make such a fuss. You should be quite familiar with Muggle cars.” Lockhart thought the student was talking about flying cars, so he slowly approached the car.

What about the charred trees that Nietzsche saw earlier? Was it Hagrid's way of suppressing the spiders by burning them to prevent their spread?

It's not impossible.

"No, this is a trap set by the giant spider; that car is the prey!" Nietzsche spat on the ground and roared from the edge of the bushes.

"But they're already dead."

"But the engine noise and the vibrations of the spiderwebs will attract other spiders... Head down! Get out of here!" Nietzsche immediately unleashed a red beam of light, "Tear it to pieces!"

Lockhart was somewhat bewildered. Just as he opened his mouth, some transparent, foul-smelling slime dripped onto his head. Then, he saw the spider's body fall from the sky and crash to the ground.

To be precise, it should be half... because its body was cut in half by Nie using a cutting spell.

The professor stiffly raised his head and found that the remaining half of the giant spider's body was still hanging in the air, which was very strange. The internal organs and slime made him lie on the ground and vomit up what he had eaten for lunch.

The sky darkened, not because it was dark, but because the gaps in the treetops were blocked.

Countless spiders crawled in from all directions. It's hard to imagine how many prey such a large depression could catch; this is their hunting ground.

"Restored to its original state~" Nietzsche had restored most of the car's 'damage'.

The dented doors and hood were repaired and then returned to their original place along with the small screws. Although it could not be completely repaired due to missing parts, it was at least clear that this was an old Ford.

It honked its horn a few times, then accelerated and sped out of the ditch.

"Thank you...you..." The car audio system played a thank you message composed of different human voices.

"Whoosh, get out of here!" Lockhart took a few deep breaths and immediately climbed into the car, along with Goyle and Crabbe and a few others. They were already rooted to the spot when they saw the one-meter-tall spider.

The giant spiders hung down from above the trees on their silken threads, their mouths gaping wide and bloody.

"Alright, alright... Protect yourself with the Spider Exorcism Charm, repeat after me." Lockhart immediately rolled down the car window and stuck his head out after seeing the students' disdainful looks. "Arania ExumaI (Spiders, make way)!"

A pale blue energy burst forth from the tip of the staff, but it only caused the giant spiders to take a few steps back.

But since it was still a form of teaching, Theodore, Daphne, and the others tried to imitate the professor, but unfortunately, only a few succeeded...

Nietzsche looked at the stripes of hair on the giant spider's abdomen, raised his wand, and focused his mind—you know what to do, increase the output of magic, expand the range of the spell's influence.

"What kind of spell is this..." Daphne was stunned.

They saw that all the giant spiders within a two-foot radius were crushed, but that wasn't the end of it. Then, those eight-eyed giant spiders turned into a pile of minced meat, so the car didn't have to crash into them anymore and just followed Nietzsche slowly forward.

Perhaps the claws of the giant spider are as sharp as knives, perhaps they are strong enough to lift boulders, but all flesh is powerless in the face of magic.

A giant spider on the treetop leaped down from the sky, intending to kill Nietzsche with the venom of its sharp teeth.

But he merely shook his wand, chanted a spell, and raised his right hand. The giant spider then froze in mid-air, and was crushed to death by Nietzsche's clenched fist.

Clearly, thanks to Quirrell, his practical experience did not suffer during the summer vacation.

"That's it, charge!" Lockhart's body swayed as the car ran over the giant spider. "Remember, when you encounter danger, don't panic, and make good use of everything around you."

He looked at Nietzsche in front of the car and nodded in satisfaction.

Hey, we're really strong!

There were just too many spiders, and Nietzsche's magic was almost exhausted. The car had only traveled halfway when a huge roar came from the sky just as Nietzsche was trying to figure out a solution.

The sound carried the dry north wind that swept through the Forbidden Forest, and flames descended from the sky, burning the giant spiders to ashes.

This flame was Nietzsche's lifeline; he didn't need to summon it, he only needed to control the burning fire to open a path.

"Smaug..." the giant spiders screamed hoarsely, calling out the name in fear as they scattered and fled, some even digging through the soil and spiderwebs to hide underground.

But this was tantamount to digging one's own grave; the flames scorched the earth, directly burning the spiders underground to death.

Lockhart's vision went black. He had just gotten past the giant spider and hadn't even had time to be happy when he encountered a dragon. Judging from the intensity of the flames, it was a well-developed fire dragon.

Nietzsche breathed a sigh of relief; after all that, it turned out that all those marks around them were made by Smaug...

Chapter 88 Gilderoy: Off to catch some Pokémon!

Lockhart's first lesson was with Hermione.