Chapter 200

He can even twist Voldemort's killing curse!

"Ouch~" Umbridge, who was standing between the two, seemed to be hit by a bull, and directly knocked over the tables and chairs in the guest seats. "I haven't said to start yet... I said, you have to abide by the rules of the class first."

She looked very embarrassed, and many students covered their mouths and secretly gloated.

But the two professors only had eyes for each other, and ignored Umbridge's weak reminder. Nietzsche even thought that this was deliberately asking her to shut up.

"Actually, I hate fighting." Quirrell said softly, "But if it can open your eyes, I don't mind showing off my skills."

"Then let me see what you can do." Grindelwald took off the professor's coat, looked at him with a disdainful look, and turned his wand in a circle, so that the flames around him broke away from the torches and candles, and turned into blue calendar fire during the flight.

Nietzsche would not be wrong, she recognized that kind of tyrannical feeling, as if this was the essence of the old professor.

Under the blessing of war magic, those whirlpools turned into a fire tornado directly beside Quirrell, which made Vice Principal McGonagall hurriedly lift Professor Flitwick to support the "End of All Curses" barrier.

"Albus!" McGonagall was angry.

"It's okay, I'm here." Dumbledore, contrary to his previous gentleness, looked at the battle in front of him sternly.

The fire tornado became smaller and smaller, wrapping Quirrell up. From a distance, it looked like a huge water drop, but... that's all. The fire kept making a "sizzling" sound, but it couldn't go any further.

Nietzsche looked at Quirrell's vague figure through the fire curtain. The other party just stood there, doing nothing, relying solely on the amulet for defense.

Really crazy...

Because of unconditional trust? Or is he crazy enough to experiment with his own life?

"It's so hot." A purple light flashing with yellow-green appeared in the "water drop", and then the fire was dispersed by this purple light.

It worked, and this made the Weasley twins extremely excited. They pushed through the crowd from Potter and squeezed to Nietzsche's side.

"The magic power was not consumed?" George seemed to see the uniqueness of the amulet at a glance. He said, "No, you... you let the spell absorb the magic power around you!"

To be honest, Nietzsche always felt that the Weasley twins were very talented in alchemy.

"I made a small change to the 'Blood Alliance'." He said casually.

"So, as long as there is magic power around, the amulet can be activated at any time... God, George, we are going to get rich!" Fred wanted to throw Nietzsche to the sky.

Of course he was going to get rich. Disposable amulets were selling well, and this kind of amulet that was so complete that it was almost an alchemical object was even more expensive.

"I suddenly had a good idea! Fred, if we can find a way to isolate magic power from wizards, then the amulet will not be temporarily ineffective?" George's head was shaken like a tumbler by his brother.

"Like magic shielding electricity?"

"That's right."

Listening to George and Fred's constant inspiration, Nietzsche felt that it was a waste of their talents not to do the arms business.

"Did everyone see it?" Quirrell did not rush to counterattack, but said to the confused students, "I did not use the ordinary armor spell to block the calendar fire, but the rune magic... This is the true meaning of magic!"

Grindelwald's face was a little ugly, but he did not stop the teaching.

"Magic is a new energy, just like the eighth color in the color, and this will be the highest realm of the combination of wizards and magic-leaving their own traces in the universe." Quirrell introduced loudly.

There was a kind of excitement in his tone, just like his stomach suddenly became unblocked after three days of holding it.

This is a 'gift', a 'gift' given by Nietzsche to the world, and also the 'final answer' given to magic. With the power of this protection, Quirrell was able to save his energy under Grindelwald's fierce attack.

The two professors fought back and forth on the stage. Every time the horn of attack flew towards Quirrell, he would always activate the rune magic a second before the spell touched him, and the flashing blue-white light would distort the black magic.

As time passed, Grindelwald was actually a little overwhelmed---the attack was deflected, but he had to divide some of his magic power to offset the restraining effect that Quirrell directly applied to himself.

Flitwick watched with relish, and Dumbledore sighed. They all felt that the standard spell was a bit rogue, no matter how many times they watched:

Direct effect... The Killing Curse has to hit the person, and the gravity magic is completely like controlling the entire material universe, highlighting that it is arbitrary.

"You can't use these... This kind of magic that violates the Ministry of Magic!" Umbridge climbed up from the ground, drew out her wand angrily, and said, "Professor Grendel!!"

But Grindelwald, who was entangled in the fight, didn't care about her at all, and didn't even look at her, which made Umbridge even more humiliated.

"I'll tell the Minister. You are so irresponsible."

"Irresponsible? Do you mean your useless and clichéd theories?" Grindelwald puffed the air with his wand, making a deafening sound, and a silver light whipped towards Quirrell like a whip.

"Ah... Regarding this, I think students should practice more." Quirrell effortlessly picked up the spiraling silver light and said slowly, "It doesn't matter. Everyone can come to my open class of runic literature."

"What? No! That's mine..." Umbridge wanted to retort, but her throat seemed to be stuck with phlegm, and she could only make a gasping sound.

"You're still your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, right?" Quirrell warned. "I didn't violate any Ministry of Magic rules, I just created a new course temporarily."

"Hoo---ho---" Every time Umbridge inhaled, she would make a sound similar to the vibration of the eardrum in her throat.

Really... No matter who it is, even if it is the first time Grindelwald sees someone using standard magic in a way that is comparable to war magic, he will be amazed.

But now, Quirrell stopped. He successfully revealed a side of himself that he had not shown before, which attracted many students.

"In my class, there is no age limit. People who don't want to listen can come at any time, and they can leave at any time if they don't want to listen." He opened his arms in a hug gesture, "And you just need to be ready to face everything outside. "

Quirrell's smile was not as handsome as Lockhart's, and his turban was tilted due to the fight, allowing everyone to see his bare head.

But no one laughed at the professor. Everyone was staring at the amulet emitting blue-white light on his chest, and slowly raised their hands.

"I want to join..."

"I also want to study real magic!"

"..."

Chapter 320 The Reserve Army in Hogwarts

Most of the students who joined Professor Quirrell's class were in fifth grade or above at first, but after comparing it with Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts, those lower-grade students also joined - all wanting to see this 'dead man' And the resurrected' professor.

Friday's open class had ended for several days, but wherever he went Nietzsche could hear everyone talking about the two professors' performances.

The short millennium history of Hogwarts is like the ebb and flow of the sea. The past was full of greed, conspiracy, ambition and struggle, but now it is full of hope, and more and more students are willing to stand up.

But the question is, what classroom can accommodate most of the school?

No problem, Nietzsche came up with a perfect solution the next Friday before class.

"You don't need to ask Dumbledore for permission. There are many unmanaged secret rooms in the school." Nietzsche glanced at the students crowded into the corridor and suggested, "I think the room where the Sorcerer's Stone was stored before is very good."

It's just that they have to go through Umbridge's office, which is the only drawback.

These words made Hermione's eyes light up. She looked back at her friends in a strange way, and said mischievously: "So they have to go through a discounted twelve trials before each class?"

To be honest, Nietzsche didn't think professors would have time to undo the magic they had set.

This is not a wrong thing, because it is too common in Hogwarts. If you walk around the castle, you can see all kinds of strange things, such as fighting armors... These are professors and principals of all generations. The 'property' left behind.

"The Philosopher's Stone has returned to its original position." Nietzsche said with a wicked smile.

He stood next to Professor Quirrell and nudged him with his elbow.

"Okay, come with me, everyone, I don't have the authority to make the classroom more spacious." Quirrell shook his head with a wry smile and led everyone upstairs.

The fourth floor is a restricted area. When the current fifth graders first entered the school, they had always been curious about the restricted area mentioned by Dumbledore. But now, under the leadership of Professor Quirrell, they were able to see its true face.

But after opening the door, Nietzsche and Hermione did not see the familiar three-headed dog.

"This classroom doesn't look big," Cedric said. "Although it's a bit bigger than the classroom in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, it can barely fit everyone in, let alone tables and chairs."

Nietzsche walked leisurely up and down the end of the room, stamping hard on the ground with every step, and distinguished the location of the secret door by its sound.

"Please~" He opened the secret door hidden by the dust, and a hole appeared on the ground just big enough to accommodate an adult's body.

This scene made several students standing close to widen their eyes. Susan Bones, who had long braids on the back of her head, softly exhaled the lighting spell and stretched her neck to peer inside desperately.

"So...Dumbledore didn't let us come to the restricted area because of this secret room?" she said.

"There used to be a three-headed dog guarding the Philosopher's Stone here!" Neville's voice made everyone prick up their ears. "I really hope there won't be a devil's net when I go down this time."

As he spoke, he hugged his chest with his arms, as if the cold and sticky tentacles of the devil's net were climbing up again.

"No more." Hermione reassured them.

"Are you sure?" Ron said, "We and Harry are going to stop...well... (He glanced at Harry and took a deep breath) When Voldemort came, the Devil's Trap was still there..."

"It's not just you who can stop Voldemort." Hermione gave the three people opposite her a deep look.

Of course things like devil's nets have been burned long ago~

But this caused more people to discuss it. Whether it was Quirrell, Nietzsche or Hermione, they did not stop this trend. In fact, they preferred to tell the whole thing first.

After a long time, about ten minutes, Hannah was the first to raise her hand and said: "The mysterious man... Well, I mean Voldemort. He wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone when he was in first grade? And Principal Dumbledore said you It was a sacrifice..."

"That's right, I did die, but Nietzsche saved me." Quirrell said disapprovingly, "Okay, go down, remember to use the slowing spell to protect yourself."

Logically speaking, the one who should ask the most questions should be Harry, because he faced Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort.

But Harry didn't, as if he was numb like everyone else---the person who wanted to kill him was actually a secret spy who was recruited by Nietzsche and planted next to Voldemort, who used him to get a new body, and the other one became a classmate.

Oh... what else? The person who hates him the most actually has some unclear connection with his mother.

The secret passage without the Devil's Snare is just a simple slide. Nearly a hundred students came to the stone corridor smoothly. Walking in, you can still see keys flying everywhere above your head.

Ginny pointed to the sky and said, "The keys all have wings."

"It was Professor Flitwick's trick." Harry shook his head, his eyes clearer, "I took the keys down on a broomstick... just like Quidditch training."

Several Quidditch players were eager to try, searching every corner with burning eyes, trying to find a broomstick.

But unfortunately, they didn't have the opportunity to perform the live performance of grabbing the keys with bare hands, because the heavy oak door handle had always been inserted with a key, so it could be pushed open with a little force.

When Hermione passed by, she also glanced at the key that didn't fly away-the wings were broken.

"That's why you did a good job~" she said jokingly.

The second scene is naturally Professor McGonagall's chessboard, the majestic momentum of the two armies' duel is daunting.

At this time, Ron suddenly stepped forward and kicked one of the knights. The black cavalryman did not dismount to give up his position, so he turned around and shouted: "They don't need to guard the Philosopher's Stone now, they are just a large wizard chess."

Hearing this, everyone felt relieved, and Lavender also looked at Ron, who was rarely confident.

The third scene was a hall similar to the arena. Nietzsche did not smell the stench of the troll's rotting corpse. Obviously, although there was no change here, it was still cleaned by Dumbledore or the house elves.

"This can be used as a place to practice magic." Quirrell walked deeper and talked more. "There are also wizard chess. You can play with it during your break, and you can also spend some time to decorate the classroom."

Neville rubbed his butt and said with a bitter face: "Then I want to install a ladder where I come down."

Walking along the passage, there is another door as black as obsidian, but the flame has disappeared, perhaps it was extinguished by Dumbledore.

After passing the flame door, you can see the large secret room under the castle: it is concave in the middle, and surrounded by circles of stone steps like a Quidditch field, so that there is no space for tables and chairs.

"I want to put a big blackboard here, and of course, add a few more lights..." Quirrell walked to the place where the Mirror of Erised was placed, waving his hands excitedly.

Under the leadership of the professor, everyone got involved. For the first time, they experienced the joy of participating in creation, and they made suggestions one after another:

"Since it is a practical magic application, I think we should put some magic equipment." Colin Creevey said.

"It's too humid and the smell is a bit smelly. I can bring some plants from the lounge to improve the environment..." No need to think about it, this must be a Hufflepuff.

"Oh, by the way, you can also set some evil spells and anti-tracking spells at the door."

"And..."

Everyone made suggestions as they pleased, as if the idea in their hearts had already appeared in front of them. Even Quirrell, who listened carefully, would occasionally add a few points to these suggestions, which made everyone more enthusiastic.

Nietzsche and Hermione stood at the door, two fingers touching the wall, and then intertwined.

"What do you think?" Hermione asked, slowly leaning her head to lean on his shoulder.

"Not very good, they still have a lot to learn."

Chapter 321 Umbridge: Minister, please look at me

"You can use lightsabers and magic, but what you lack is teamwork. You must understand that you are facing the army led by Voldemort, which is not something that one person can fight against."

"What is applied magic? Use more correct magic to achieve your goals quickly. You need to learn how to cooperate with Muggles and negotiate business with goblins when necessary. What you learn is knowledge that is never mentioned in textbooks."

Quirinus Quirrell is the only professor in Hogwarts who has studied in the Muggle world. He has a way of turning the theory of runic literature into experiments.

As he said, the knowledge taught is also closer to military training.

Everyone was laying on a blanket on the hard stone steps. There were no tables or chairs, but this did not prevent everyone from using magic to manipulate quills and notebooks to record rune magic and tactics.

"Okay, there is training on active counterattack ability..." Nietzsche stood side by side with the professor, holding up the amulet and said, "Although this rune can distort the trajectory of the spell, you must learn to grasp the opportunity."

He was mainly responsible for practical exercises and was also a temporary professor in this open class.

The first person to experiment with rune magic was Quirrell. Through combat, he discovered that the rune magic based on the Iron Armor Curse was different from the Blood Alliance - the former needed to be released actively, while the latter was passive.

But it doesn’t matter. Rune magic can affect the surrounding magic power. If you are careful, you can feel the fluctuations.