Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Yes, Hermione's eyes were saying, 'I never thought you were this kind of person.'

“Smaug is just a fire-breathing dragon!” Nietzsche said, slapping the dragon’s head hard. “I heard you enjoy burning down the giant spider’s lair? Keep it up...you did a great job yesterday!”

Smaug stared at the fish on the ground and ate heartily, nodding as if he understood but not quite.

Although it didn't understand much, at least it now knew one thing—Nietzsche, this little biped, like the centaur, liked to let it play in the spiders' territory.

“Actually, their intelligence is about the same as that of a foal,” Hermione reminded her. “So they can experience a lot, like… pleasure and the like. I’ve read books about dragons, and they’re similar to dolphins.”

Faced with such a blatant jab, Nietzsche took a few steps back, distancing himself from the fire dragon.

“Your ears are red,” Hermione said.

Nietzsche knew nothing; he simply wanted to thank Smaug.

The two played with Smaug for a little longer before rushing back to class. Although it was called playing, they were actually practicing controlling the flames... but Nietzsche wasn't as interested today as he usually was.

Perhaps it was Hermione who said it, because no matter how she looked at it, this Norwegian Spinosaurus seemed rather...beautiful?

No, no, no, that's impossible. It must be Hermione interfering with me psychologically.

In the days that followed, Nietzsche began to put up with Lockhart’s narcissism, repairing cars in his spare time, while also continuing his research from the previous semester with Professor Flitwick.

However, because there were so many classes and assignments, Nietzsche made a suggestion to Professor Flitwick during Friday afternoon's spell class.

“I can set aside half a period of Charms class to conduct an experiment on ‘Standard Charms and the Nature of Magic’,” he whispered to the professor sitting on the podium in front of him.

“But…but what about your lesson content?” Frivi asked.

He was always quite lenient with his students, and even Malfoy rarely spoke ill of the half-demon.

"Please forgive me for saying this, but it's true... I already know most of the standard spells, and the second half of the class is entirely our free practice time, so it won't interfere with our experiments."

Frivi thought about it and realized that was the case.

After teaching the incantation and precautions, he would always leave plenty of time for the students to practice.

All he needed to do was correct his students' mistakes, which wasn't a problem for Fritillas. He could easily work with Nietzsche to refine Quirrell's theories while simultaneously instructing others...

“But you must use the spells you’ve learned in front of me.” Flitwick nodded in agreement.

Looking at the studious student in front of him, he sighed. Who would have thought that the timid and somewhat cowardly student would give him such a big gift for Christmas?

Perhaps he had foreseen that day would come.

The heavy notebook automatically flipped open in front of the professor. He glanced at the research content following the Levitation Charm, which was probably related to the Illumination Charm.

It reads: Burning, Light, and Lightsaber.

Chapter Ninety-One: The Lightsaber Project

Professor Flitwick, of course, had no idea that Quirrell was still alive.

Quirrell gave Flitwick his research findings from last year for two reasons:

Firstly, because whatever happened to him afterwards, his and Nietzsche's path in spells would not be disturbed; secondly, because Flitwick was once a dueling champion and could bring standard spells to their fullest potential.

This weakness stems from age and experience, and has nothing to do with talent.

“Illumination Charm?” Professor Flitwick quickly grasped the key point. “So your starting point is that precaution of the Illumination Charm—be careful not to burn your wand when using it.”

When it comes to spells, he's the real expert, a walking textbook.

When discussing the Illumination Charm, one must mention its danger—it's simple, but requires concentration; if the wand is accidentally set on fire, it can cause permanent damage.

“That’s right, now we can confirm that the light source produced by the Illumination Charm is a product of energy movement…” Nietzsche explained. “You can think of it as magic causing friction in things that are invisible to the naked eye.”

"Then why don't you change the target to a fire spell?"

"Because the essence of the fire spell is a summoning spell... just like the Fiendfyre spell, we are only summoning, which is far less convenient than the illumination spell---what we need is a lightsaber, not a fire sword."

Flitwick glanced at his students practicing spells, and after confirming that none of them needed help, he immediately took out his wand.

"Lumos (Silver Shimmer)~"

"The sunlight shines brightly!"

The professor first swept his palm back and forth on the tip of the wand, and he could clearly feel the heat. When he moved the wand a little closer to the tip, his palm was stung.

Incredible... It's a very novel feeling.

"Waste paper flies in."

Nietzsche carefully carried the parchment closer to the buzzing orb of light, and as he expected, the paper immediately turned to ashes due to the heat released by the orb.

It's hard to imagine that this was caused by an illumination charm... Flitwick jumped up from the chair made of stacked books.

"I'm so stupid! Really... I should have realized that if I didn't control the Illumination Charm properly, it would set the wand on fire!" The professor shook his wrist and quickly cast the Wand Extinguishing Charm. "So you want to turn this into a weapon?"

“To constrain the shape of plasma using magic requires extremely delicate control,” Nietzsche nodded and said.

The wand is a 'tool' for wizards, but it is not something that can be dispensable.

In the words that wizards can understand, a wand is an amplifier or transformer; it is the 'industrial revolution' of the wizarding world.

A powerful wizard can produce vastly different effects on the same spell by casting it without a wand versus casting it with a wand.

“I understand. You want to use magic to constrain…that…the movement of plasma.” Frivi glanced at the dented notebook and said, “But I can’t guarantee it will work as intended.”

Simply changing the shape of 'light' was not difficult for Professor Flitwick.

But he was only concerned with practicality—if it could only reach the strength of a fire spell, it would at most give the wizard another means of close-range protection.

“There’s no need to worry about that. As long as it succeeds, I guarantee I have a way to raise the temperature,” Nietzsche said confidently.

It's worth noting that Professor Quirrell is also there as an advisor. If the wizard doesn't know the answer to this problem, he can simply consult some professors at Cambridge University. Those experts would surely be interested in it.

The buzzing light began to stretch to about ten centimeters at the tip of Flitwick's wand.

"When wizards first used the Illumination Charm, they would always burn their wands, so they created the 'Magic Lamp' to replace it." He patiently explained the history of the spell.

"Is it one of those little lanterns from Hegty?" But Nietzsche quickly contradicted himself, "No, that lantern has a flame inside..."

“That’s the eternal flame of the Ancient Bryant, you can only see the magic lamp in some wizards’ homes,” Professor Flitwick continued. “But then the wizards discovered… Do you remember the point I made last year?”

Nietzsche thought for a moment and realized that when the professor taught this spell, he had deliberately emphasized that they should reserve some of the magic to keep at the tip of the wand in order to prevent the wand from spontaneously combusting.

In other words... the wizard has always been restraining the Light Charm.

"Under the constraints of magic, the light emitted by the Illumination Charm will not ignite the wand or surrounding objects. In other words... it will only become like a flame if you intentionally touch it."

Flitwick twirled his wand deftly with his fingers, as if he were playing with a ten-centimeter-long knife.

The humming sound of the lightsaber was so pleasant to the professor. He gripped his wand in reverse and slowly plunged it into the table. The wooden tabletop was immediately cut open, and small flames rose from the point of contact.

It looks like it's working quite well... Flitwick repeatedly praised the two men's ingenious ideas.

“Wizards prefer the elegant kind, but if I had known back then that the Illumination Charm could be used like this, I would have definitely taught those who mocked me for being short a lesson,” Flitwick said in a shrill voice.

Combining his youthful agility with his current abilities, he can easily sever a duelist's legs, turning them to his own height...

Wait a minute, isn't this idea a bit too violent?

Flitwick extinguished his wand and patted his head... He's a Ravenclaw, how come his thoughts are like those reckless Gryffindor lions? But just thinking about it is really exhilarating!!

"What if I had a way to raise the temperature to four thousand degrees, or even tens of thousands of degrees?" Nietzsche excitedly jotted down the key points.

Hmph, the Killing Curse? The Cruciatus Curse?

I'm sorry, please don't contact me anymore. He's afraid the standard spell might be misunderstood.

“To put it another way… if you have a way to raise the temperature, then the Illumination Charm can become a controllable Fiendfyre Charm,” Flitwick exclaimed. “At least the wizard wouldn’t have to worry about being attacked by it.”

No wonder Quirinus always mentioned Nietzsche in front of him; if it were him, Flitwick would have wanted to include Nietzsche in his Ravenclaw.

But he couldn't be so protective of Nietzsche, because the professor knew... that it would be a waste and too selfish of him to simply have someone like Nietzsche Holmes as his student (his personal student).

When get out of class ended, Frivius seemed unusually happy; although he was a professor, he was the first to leave the classroom.

The professor couldn't wait to share his joy with the other deans.

"Oh, by the way, would you mind inviting Miss Granger to my office this Saturday?" Flitwick skipped past the students and dashed out of the classroom. "You can visit the Duel Club."

Nietzsche touched the cut on the table, so excited that he could barely hold his pen.

Lightsaber Project – Solving construction and shape issues... Completed.

The next step is to increase the temperature.

But for this kind of question, he should honestly write a letter and ask Professor Quirrell for advice.

Chapter Ninety-Two: Malfoy, Deliberately Picking a Trouble

Harry has recently gained two more ardent fans – Ginny Weasley and Colin Crevey.

But some witches wouldn't gossip about Ginny's complicated feelings for Harry, because things that can be easily figured out are never as interesting as exploring them firsthand...

To put it simply: the tug-of-war between Nietzsche and Hermione is more interesting.

On Friday afternoon, the Gryffindors, having just finished the painful Defense Against the Dark Arts, were heading to the basement.

They spent the entire class listening to Lockhart drive his flying car and fight his way in and out of the giant spider's hunting grounds. Although he explained it very well, Hermione and the others didn't believe a word he said.

Ask anyone in Slytherin and you'll know that it was entirely Nietzsche's doing that day.

“Colin, you need to give Harry a break.” Hermione noticed that he always liked to run around with his camera, just to take a few pictures of the 'savior'.

“Breathing? But I didn’t say he couldn’t breathe,” Colin said blankly. “My dad’s a milkman, so I was thinking… to use the camera he gave me to take pictures of the magic, since my dad doesn’t really believe in ‘wizards’.”

He was busy explaining why he was taking the photos.

Hermione, who had just come out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, was walking towards the basement when she heard Colin's words and a wicked thought popped into her head: "Yeah, the photos will record the existence of wizards."

But she immediately pinched her cheek, temporarily hiding her thoughts.

“I heard from George and Fred that wizards’ developing potion can bring photographs to life… By the way, do you know of any good jobs?” Colin turned to Hermione. “I’ve spent all my money on books.”

Because of Harry, he was closer to the Weasley brothers.

And so they told me about Gryffindor's 'encyclopedia'—Hermione Granger, and that if I had any questions or needed help, I should just ask her.