Chapter 199

Hermione almost choked on her own saliva: Wait, the real one? Is there an imposter?

The next second, everyone's eyes were fixed on her.

"Ahem... I think Nietzsche's patron saint is the rune snake, so why not call it the 'Army of Gentlemen'? This is also related to the ideal he expected, how about it?" Hermione suddenly had an idea.

"I second the motion."

Chapter 317 Ordinary but comfortable daily life

It is inevitable to encounter some sudden things in life, which is normal. Nietzsche is experiencing this change.

For example, after finishing a day's class, he dragged his exhausted body and fell on the bed. When he woke up the next day, he found that Hogwarts had changed - a group of people were discussing open classes...

At first he thought he had heard it wrong, until Mr. Filch posted a notice on the notice board with a stern face:

'This Friday night, Professor Quirrell and Professor Grendel will hold an open class on the application of magic in the auditorium for everyone... regardless of grade. '

"This is different from Gilderoy Lockhart's dueling club." Nietzsche just sat down at the Slytherin table and heard Daphne recommending to some students, "I mean... at least Quirrell is better than him."

Well, whenever something new happens in the school, the second-year professors are always whipped.

But Nietzsche didn't think Quirrell was such a high-profile person, so he asked curiously: "Who initiated it?"

"It was Professor Grendel. He had nothing to do and refused to stay in the same classroom with Umbridge to teach." Daphne said, "Maybe Dumbledore gave him time to kill time, but who knows Quirrell really agreed."

Nietzsche frowned. In fact, only he understood how strong the old professor was. You know, Hermione's war magic was brought up by him.

This morning's meal was soft Italian ciabatta bread, with many super air holes on the cross section. Nietzsche just stood up and prepared to dip some sweet sauce, and the little snake opposite casually pushed the plate of jam over.

This subtle move made Nietzsche stunned for a moment, but he didn't think much about it...

"Has everyone seen the notice?" Marvolo pulled out a chair and sat down, "This must have pissed off that old toad Umbridge."

He had just said hello to George and Fred, and had obviously successfully integrated into Gryffindor.

Of course, Nietzsche was making a fuss. This kind of thing was a very simple thing for Marvolo. Facing a group of simple-minded lions was always easier than dealing with pure-bloods who calculated gains and losses all day long.

"What's going on?" Daphne asked him.

"Last night when I was visiting the trophy display room, I heard the old toad screaming." Marvolo laughed, "I can even imagine her scratching her ears... All her classes were canceled."

"Night tour?" Nietzsche said with a raised eyebrow.

Typical Gryffindor behavior, this is almost becoming their admission ceremony.

"As a freshman, I have to know something about my new school. For example, you have a dragon in the Forbidden Forest, and there is a student union president named Tom Riddle who has received many honorary certificates." Marvolo said shamelessly.

"Ah~ I thought that name was abandoned." Nietzsche said evasively.

At this time, Umbridge broke into the hall. Her pretentious voice was undoubtedly like a fly, which instantly made many students lose their appetite, but fortunately, her target was several professors in the guest seats.

The first to suffer was Quirrell. He looked up and saw a ball of breathing fat.

"You... How could you do this? It was Dumbledore's idea, right?" Umbridge made a wronged gesture, "Your public class time conflicts with my Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"There is really no other way, Professor Umbridge." Quirrell said apologetically, "I can't delay the students' rest time on the weekend."

To be honest, this is more irritating than direct ridicule.

Oh, rest time is important, then the time for Defense Against the Dark Arts is not important? It seems to be true. For students, they hope so, and it would be best if Monday's class is also rushed.

"You have no right to do this! I... I will report this to the Minister!"

* Umbridge started to "complain".

* But nothing happened.

"The Minister is busy with all kinds of things, how can he have so much time to manage the school, he also has to deal with my affairs~" Quirrell blinked innocently, "I have to report some experimental progress to the Minister... Oh, do you understand these too?"

Umbridge was speechless, because she had nothing worth Fudge's attention.

But she didn't give up, just glared at a few snickering professors, stomped her feet hard like a girl acting coquettishly, puffed her face, and walked away in a very embarrassed way... To be precise, it should be "escape".

Starting from the Herbology class, maybe it was an illusion, but Nietzsche always felt that his actions were indescribably smooth:

When he was preparing to take care of the Chinese biting cabbage, there would always be a classmate who handed him the dragon leather gloves without even looking up; when he returned to the Charms class in the afternoon, he didn't even have to push the door, because the person in front of him wouldn't close the door casually...

These are trivial things that seem to be very ordinary in life, but connecting these trivial things can lead to a smooth day, as if no matter where you go, you don't need to take any extra steps.

This change was very novel to Nietzsche, and a feeling of comfort spread in his mind, relieving his tense nerves.

When did it start... Ah, yes, since morning... Was it like this before?

To be honest, Nietzsche did not remember these things related to daily repetition, but he always felt that the whole day passed smoothly, which did not require him to allocate extra energy to think about things other than magic.

He seemed to be under an undetectable guidance, but he was unwilling to escape, so much so that he began to doubt his life.

At night, Nietzsche sat in the corner and observed what was going on around him every minute. His nervous look made Hermione look at him and raise her forehead.

"Have you noticed anything wrong?" Nietzsche grabbed the "Daily Prophet" that fell from his head and held it in front of him, revealing only a pair of smart blue eyes. "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Hermione put her chin on the back of her hand and said softly: "What's wrong with you?"

"No, I always feel that they are showing kindness, but... but they don't mean it. Could it be that you are secretly teasing me?"

"Then what do you want to eat tonight?" However, Hermione asked him a strange question without any clue.

What to eat...how does this relate to what he wants to say.

"Pork chops with salad dressing." Nietzsche thought for a moment and said truthfully.

"Then do you have it now?" Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "You are not dreaming, nor do you have whatever you want."

But Hermione turned her head and covered the corners of her curled mouth with her sleeves while eating... Yes, she was responsible for some of the changes, but she just told her about the rune literature elective course. Others.

For Nietzsche, one should not be deliberate. The most important things are the everyday things that seem ordinary and just right.

Chapter 318 The Mystery of Grindelwald

A few days passed until the end of Friday morning. Everyone was eagerly waiting for the rare open class in the evening.

When Nietzsche walked into the auditorium, he found that it was already full of students. After the meal, the four large tables were moved into the kitchen by the house elves, making more space for the venue.

And it is very different from the second-year 'dueling teaching'---Principal Dumbledore and several other professors are also here.

"Too small..." The principal stood in the middle of the crowd and said gently to the students, "Please don't move the children who are against the wall."

I saw the wand with clear joints blooming with beautiful white sparks. Then, Nietzsche's vision changed, as if falling into the bottom of a well, and everything around him was pulled into lines in an instant.

After he recovered from his brief dizziness, he turned around and saw that the position of the students crowded against the wall had changed.

"Such power is unreasonable." Marvolo looked at the principal, his eyes showing desire and shock.

"He is the principal." Hermione said lightly. "Isn't it normal for the principal to have some privileges? This is just an ordinary invisible stretching spell."

"But I remember he didn't have this wand before..."

Marvolo looked like Gollum, greedy for the wand (ring), wanting to hold it up with both hands and say: 'This is my baby~', but when Nietzsche looked at it with questioning eyes, he immediately withdrew his heart's desire desire.

"You mean, the principal's power comes from the magic wand?" Nietzsche asked.

"I don't know. I only have memories of those days when I was a student." Marvolo stopped the topic and said warily, "That's what you said. I just said that Dumbledore changed his wand."

Nietzsche, Hermione, and Marvolo always bickered when they got together.

They can get into fights over all kinds of things, even over something as trivial as "should the bread for breakfast be buttered?"

Suddenly, Marvolo stared at Harry Potter across the spacious field, slapped his thigh heavily, and said: "Potter! Invisibility cloak! That guy has a real invisibility cloak! The Deathly Hallows!"

"What does this have to do with the Deathly Hallows?" Nietzsche knew little about this aspect, but he could still keep up with Marvolo's leaping thinking.

"The Invisibility Cloak, the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone...you haven't read "The Tales of Peter the Bard"?!"

Not to mention Nietzsche, even Hermione was at a loss. The actions of the two made Marvolo find some sense of existence, and he did not want to miss any opportunity to show off and laugh at the two of them.

"That's a fairy tale book," said Hermione.

"But this is the only source of the Deathly Hallows, and I have seen Potter's invisibility cloak. It was not woven from the fur of an invisible beast, nor was it enchanted... Think again about Professor Glendale. Marvolo turned around and said.

Nietzsche immediately understood what he meant: the relationship between the old professor and Dumbledore was related to the Deathly Hallows.

Of course, this is just a guess. After all, Marvolo only found very few relevant records through the symbols of the Deathly Hallows, and there is no guarantee whether this guess is accurate.

Hermione on the side didn't follow this way of thinking, and didn't understand why it suddenly got involved with another professor.

"Dumbledore is holding a new wand, and the professor is a former Wiccan who used the Deathly Hallows as his symbol, and it was Dumbledore who defeated Grindelwald that year... In other words, the principal's wand is most likely the old one's. Magic wand," Nietzsche reasoned.

"Maybe the professor helped the headmaster get the wand and defeated Grindelwald." Hermione said, "Otherwise why would the headmaster allow a wizard who made mistakes in Europe to become a professor."

This possibility is not ruled out. The Elder Wand is just the result of their reasoning. The specific origin is still unknown.

At this time, Professor Grendel and Professor Quirrell walked in together, but they didn't look very willing, as if they were pushed away... Then, Nietzsche saw Umbridge behind them.

"Didn't we agree? Why is she here too?" Pansy said disgustedly.

Umbridge saw the students' disgust, but she endured it, and crossed her hands on her chest (if that piece of fat can be called a chest), and smiled on her face.

"Quiet, children, let me introduce the arrangements for tonight." She regarded this place as the Ministry of Magic, "The two professors will show you what qualified self-protection is. This is not a barbaric act like a 'duel'."

A sacred ritual belonging to wizards became a barbaric act in her mouth.

"It's 'detection'." Professor Grendel interrupted her with a smile, his words revealing murderous intent, "I'm detecting the gadgets produced by the Ministry of Magic...some...unorthodox methods."

Dissatisfied, yes, Nietzsche heard this dissatisfaction from the professor's words.

"Former wizard party, classic wizard supremacy." Nietzsche whispered to Hermione, "It seems that your honesty hates the industrialization of the Ministry of Magic."

"Didn't you hear? That's called 'detection'!" Hermione refuted vigorously.

Qurinus Quirrell has experienced more terrible things and has long been accustomed to this kind of 'contempt'.

"To be precise, it is the universal application of magic. I believe that even if Muggles have not invented electricity, electricity will be invented through magic. No one can stop the wheel, not even Voldemort." Quirrell responded softly.

When the name of the mysterious man was called out lightly, Umbridge, like other students, shuddered, and this reaction was noticed by Malfoy.

"Well said, Mr. Quirrell," Umbridge praised.

"Then let me weigh you little guys' weight." Grendel pulled out his wand, and his movements were not like those of a nearly 100-year-old man. "Excuse me, you are following in the footsteps of Muggles."

"Thank you for your compliment." Quirrell regarded the metaphor of "Muggle" as an encouragement.

It was a wand that was all black, and the wand was spiraled an inch above the grip. It was completely different from the simple wand that the old professor made at Granger's house. It was as mysterious and beautiful as obsidian.

Marvolo narrowed his eyes and was fascinated.

Hermione first stood on tiptoe to observe Headmaster Dumbledore, and whispered: "Does Headmaster Dumbledore agree with Professor Grendel's ideas? Do you think wizards should look like wizards?"

To be honest, it was surprising enough that the headmaster agreed to let the old professor hold this open class.

"Maybe Dumbledore is observing." Nietzsche shook his head and spoke for the headmaster this time. "He wants to compare the potential of black magic, white magic and common magic through the competition between the two professors."

The competition is about who can go further, not who is stronger.

For example: Grendel's Fire Curse, maybe through complex learning and manipulation, the fire can burn a city. It is very strong, but the end can be seen at a glance. Maybe only one of the top wizards can do it.

Besides, if Dumbledore really has this idea, they would have called the headmaster Minister Albus Dumbledore by now.

On the field, it is no longer a duel between two professors, but a fight between two completely different beliefs.

What? There is also an Umbridge standing in the middle? Just kidding, she just represents the not-so-innocent wizards who accidentally died in the fight.

Chapter 319 So, join us

Quirinus Quirrell and Grendel, both professors who have taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, seem to be planning to compete.

Grindelwald, who was once the first generation of Dark Lord, even though he is now Professor Grendel and does not participate in the magic world, he still dislikes Nietzsche's style and even wants to grab his collar and ask:

What do you think of magic? !

No matter how much he teaches his students, he will always be Grindelwald in his heart. That is why he hates wizards who are gradually becoming Muggles.

"What is magic? Magic is something that creatures like Muggles, centaurs, and murlocs cannot do." Grindelwald gradually straightened his spine and said sternly and slowly, "It is a miracle and the standard for measuring wizards."

He raised his wand gracefully, and an invisible force began to spread with himself as the center. Some students' hair was blown up by this energy, like a cat sensing danger.

The first meeting of Lihuo, or the war magic that was gradually displayed to the outside... These made Nietzsche sweat for Quirrell.

The students just subconsciously retreated in the face of this surging energy, using the tip of Dumbledore's shoe as a dividing line, and hiding behind the headmaster whose long beard was blown into two parts, so they were not affected.

However, in the face of this temptation, Quirrell was so lazy that he didn't even take out his hands.