Chapter 225

The experience beyond ordinary people brought Nietzsche an equally different understanding from ordinary people. This understanding and will turned into the power of magic, causing slight changes in the characteristics of the Apparition Spell - he passed through the "iron" Door'.

Everything around started to be filled with different colors, like a TV suddenly turned on, but...

"Ah-----" Nietzsche screamed, "Why did he fall from the air!!"

The calm lake surface stirred up water, and he fell straight into the cold lake water from a height of dozens of meters. The impact made his head buzz, and it took him a while to recover.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche felt a soft cushion lifting him up... It was a giant squid!

After a few seconds, his head popped up from the bottom of the lake, and he saw the ancient magic castle standing on the edge of the cliff. At this moment, the boredom that he had been holding back for four whole days turned into laughter from his mouth. Rushed out of the throat.

"Did I succeed?" Nietzsche threw his head back and lay on the tentacles of the giant squid.

He did what Voldemort wanted to do all his life: come and go from school at will.

Obviously, this counter-spell can stop wizards from apparition, but no one knows the true meaning of the Apparition Spell. Of course, Nietzsche doesn't know either. He just uses his own unique knowledge and experience to constantly improve it.

Although this first answer sheet only just passed, it is of great significance to the entire magic research.

"It seems that the coordinates are not clear yet. They are not as stable as a portkey. Maybe something needs to be used as a beacon." Nietzsche was pushed onto the shore and murmured excitedly without being noticed.

As an Apparition in another space, he thought about changing his name - it seems that Muggle scholars and science fiction fans like to call this form of space jump 'jump', right?

Chapter 371 So Hermione started to dress up

Over the next week, Nietzsche began deliberately practicing spatial magic in school.

He initially highlighted a tree by the Black Lake as a beacon in the 'Hogwarts Map'. However, he failed. If he was lucky, he would fall in from mid-air in various strange postures. Black Lake, almost unlucky...

"Maybe the space jump itself is risky." Hermione snapped her fingers, causing her magic power to grab Nietzsche's ankles, pulling him out of the ground like a rabbit pulling a carrot.

This is when bad luck happens, Nietzsche will also suddenly get stuck in the ground in various postures.

But after he calculated day after day, the landing point of the jump gradually became less offset, and he also concluded a certain pattern:

When the consciousness constructs the framework of the overall area, the whole person will feel that his consciousness suddenly falls from a high altitude. Nietzsche calls this jump process "dropping", and the calculation is to prevent the jump from being advanced or delayed.

So, during a practice session on Friday, Nietzsche was fully accustomed to the speed of his descent into consciousness.

There is also an advantage to being a temporary substitute for Professor Slughorn in Potions class: he can take the opportunity to specify the type of potion to be made, such as polyjuice potion, which can provide cover for Hermione and reduce her stress.

When he got up and walked into the basement classroom and saw those jack-o'-lanterns and bat decorations flying everywhere, he knew that Halloween was coming.

"What potions did Darth Vader ask you to do as homework last month?" Professor Slughorn gave the last class on the occasion of Halloween, and seemed to intend to check whether the students had missed their homework.

"Polyjuice Potion, sir." Neville raised his hand excitedly.

"Oh? This does meet the NEWTs assessment standards." Slughorn nodded slowly, confirming Nietzsche's teaching content.

With his hands behind his back, the professor dragged his chubby body first to the blushing Susan Bones. The Ravenclaw witch looked particularly uneasy as the first person to be tested, and her buttocks were always on the stool. Twist.

Everything is going according to plan~~

The process of making polyjuice potion is very long, but Hermione can complete the preparation of the potion during class, and Nietzsche can collect those well-made potions to provide her with enough spare doses.

"Hmm... earthy brown... but not too viscous. Too much oozing grass was added." Slughorn stretched out his wand and slightly stirred the polyjuice potion without adding ingredients into the crucible.

This 'raw material' refers to the tissue structure of the transformed object. Without the addition of these parts, the polyjuice potion is just a pot of boiling mud.

Although Professor Slughorn is too selfish, he still has no academic problems. He can check the advantages and disadvantages of each potion after spending one minute in front of each student.

"Failed?" Susan was a little depressed.

Professor Slughorn hesitated for a moment, then finally cleared his throat and decided to offer advice and comfort.

"No, the process of this potion is very long. It is very good to try this NEWTs-level potion for the first time. You can make it thicker by boiling it for ten more minutes, but it will lose a little weight... 80 "Spare it, Miss Bones."

Nietzsche blinked at Hermione, who took note of these things.

As long as the potion is on the passing line, it can save a little bit. After all, Hermione will not have time to make these polyjuice potions in the future.

Professor Slughorn was a smart man. He had nice things to say to everyone. He didn't deduct points even for those students who failed. He also gave generous advice to those students who stood out in various events.

Even a bastard like Ron Weasley in Potions class could pass because of his 'hard work'... Anyway, for him, it was a good thing that he didn't get any points deducted.

Finally Slughorn came to Neville. He looked at the pot of dark brown mud and fell into deep thought.

"Professor?" Neville asked nervously.

"I'm thinking about it, kid... Although I believe you must be working very hard, but..." the professor suddenly drawled, deliberately creating a kind of suspense and attracting the attention of the surrounding students.

"Oh my God...I must have missed some step in the middle, my memory is always bad."

Neville was so anxious that he almost cried. He seemed to have expected that when he went to the Great Hall after class, he would see a few rubies missing from Gryffindor's hourglass.

But Professor Slughorn just twisted some powder out of the grinding cup, sprinkled it into the relit crucible, and stirred it slightly with his wand in front of everyone.

"But you just added less dried leech powder. Don't be nervous, kid. Your potion didn't become weird, did it?" Professor Slughorn said kindly.

The most thrilling episode.

After class, Nietzsche put the potions of Marvolo, Harry, Hermione, and Parvati into individual bottles, and followed the previous suggestions and began to gradually improve those potions that were barely passing.

"Ouch!"

Hermione pulled out a few more hairs when he wasn't looking.

"I said, don't you have hair?" Nietzsche covered his head. Although the pain was not very painful, it was sudden.

"Obviously it's not enough." Hermione couldn't wait to throw her hair into the bottle and shook it gently. "As expected of you, you can still seek some benefits for yourself while being an acting professor."

For better observation, she specially chose a transparent glass bottle. It can be seen that the mud liquid added to Nietzsche's hair is slowly turning into a clear sapphire blue, with small golden particles emerging from it.

This is Nietzsche's Polyjuice Potion, like lake water mixed with golden sand.

"It shouldn't taste too bad, right?" he said curiously.

"My dear, the taste is not much different~" Hermione leaned towards the mouth of the bottle and smelled it, and said intoxicatedly, "It's a bit like an oak barrel where whiskey has been fermented, with a bit of berry sourness... It's probably a little off. acid."

“Sounds like hand-brewed coffee from Honduras.”

Hermione ignored his joke and reluctantly blocked the bottle with the cork.

"You'd better move quickly. These potions can last for up to five days." She used her arms for support and sat on the chair.

Her shapely legs and white knee-high socks were dangling there, leading Nietzsche's mind back to the train where they had just met. The leather boots that had just been pulled up to the calf were still worn at that time. through his body.

Of course, it would be better if it is paired with a Gryffindor tie...

Ah no, I can't continue thinking, Nietzsche's brain issued a warning.

"As long as you don't reveal your secret." He looked away stiffly, but he leaned to the side honestly, so that Hermione could barely reach him with the tip of her shoe.

"Me? Are you kidding me? Only I know you best. For example, you like me the most..." Hermione said.

"Okay, I get it!" Nietzsche raised his hands in surrender, "Sometimes I even doubt whether Irene Adler told you something, although she has disappeared since Moriarty's fall."

Hermione ran her fingers through her hair, smiled mysteriously and said, "Who knows?"

Chapter 372: Hermione’s Day

Early the next morning, Hermione sneaked out of the dormitory and went to the underground classroom early to drink Polyjuice Potion.

After taking the sapphire blue liquid sparkling with golden sand into her mouth, her tongue first tasted a faint aroma of fermented whiskey and berry sourness, followed by the aftertaste of nuts... It seems that Nietzsche has a lot of layers.

Polyjuice Potion may not always taste so delicious, its flavor only depends on the person it transforms into.

It's unfair: Death Eaters feel comfortable pretending to be good people, whereas people pretending to be Death Eaters feel like they're drinking poison when they take Polyjuice Potion.

Immediately, her internal organs began to boil like liver soup cooked by a centaur, and the intestines in her stomach began to wriggle.

"Evil--" Hermione covered her mouth, holding back the feeling of retching.

Then, her body began to change. It was as if countless leeches suddenly appeared under her skin. They sucked the flesh and blood from her chest and then turned around and spit it out elsewhere, thus creating the same height and strong muscles as Nietzsche. as well as...

Hermione immediately blushed and tightened her legs.

In the end, she transformed the original skirt and tie and successfully transformed into Nietzsche John Holmes. But think on the bright side, now she is the assistant of the Potions Professor and can gain more knowledge.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Professor Slughorn walked into the classroom on time, and Hermione quickly put on the fake beard she had prepared.

"That's not bad." He played with his walrus beard with his fingers and puffed out his newly filled belly. "Vida, you should try the food at school instead of staring at the wine sent by my students all day long. "

Hermione was silent, thinking about Nietzsche's new hobby.

"I'd love to," she said dryly.

Slughorn walked over to the classroom with his belly in his hands and began to prepare classes for students of other grades, his little eyes squinting from time to time.

'He likes to drink? 'Hermione had an idea in her mind, 'By the way, I will also be an adult this year...'

"By the way, don't forget the party tonight." Slughorn suddenly mentioned again.

It was time for class next. Hermione was very careful about disguising herself. She was already very good at using Nietzsche's thinking to solve problems, so she didn't let others see anything.

However, she always felt that Professor Slughorn seemed to be very jealous of her, and spoke in a very humble manner, completely unlike the tone a normal professor would use to his assistant. She couldn't tell it before, but now she was particularly embarrassed when they were face to face. conspicuous.

Hermione roared in her mind: 'Nah! Pick! ’

It was obvious that he was playing a prank, playing tricks on everyone just like Peeves. It was strange that he had not been like this before... But Hermione could only attribute this behavior to 'venting'.

After hurriedly replacing Professor Slughorn to teach the fourth grade students, the day's work has just begun.

After Hermione finished the class, she felt physically uncomfortable, so she sneaked into the prefects' bathroom to change back again, and jumped into the NEWTs Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as a student again.

Professor Yasnap walked in with the bell ringing, and the curtains were automatically drawn on the surrounding windows wherever he passed.

"Are you coming tonight?" Daphne leaned on the table and said under her throat.

"What?" Hermione rubbed her head. She hadn't calmed down for a long time, and the way of thinking in her mind had not yet switched from 'Nietzsche mode' to 'Granger mode'.

"Professor Slughorn invited some people to Halloween dinner, but he couldn't find you, so he asked me to ask."

Hermione's eyes were half-squinted, leaving no room for consideration for the Potions Professor's invitation. It was like a piece of waste paper being cut into countless strips by a paper shredder.

"There's no point," she said bluntly. "I don't want to waste my time playing these games."

In fact, if she went, time would conflict, and she would now be in trouble as if she had a time-shifting spell: Nietzsche and Hermione could not appear in the same place at the same time.

"Okay, I will tell the professor..." Daphne raised her eyebrows and said, "You are starting to look more and more like him."

Hermione was about to speak, but when she saw Snape turning around sternly, she immediately shut her mouth.

In this class, Professor Snape analyzed the essence of black magic in detail, and used his own experience to explain 'how to change an ordinary standard spell into traditional black magic'.

"Last time we said that standard spells would fall with the fall of wizards... I don't think I need to reiterate the point of 'individual will'. At this point, your Professor Quirrell has already explained it." Snape said, "Harry, come to the front."

Harry Potter walked up. He seemed to be used to being displayed as a commodity.

"God's Edge is Shadowless!" At Snape's signal, he read out the dark magic spell loudly, and an invisible and sharp blade cut the podium in half.

"Very well, let's go down... Do you think I will give Gryffindor extra points? What are you thinking? Will other professors give extra points because your homework has not deteriorated?" Snape turned around and continued, "Now, your goal is to practice."

"But... Professor, you said you invented this when you were acting as the darkest wizard." Some students are somewhat resistant to this kind of magic.

However, Professor Snape didn't take it seriously. He didn't think there would be any harm in students learning some real dark magic.

"So I will tell you next about the antagonistic relationship between dark wizards, dark magic and learners." He cleared his throat and said coldly.

Black magic was invented by black wizards, and the idea of ​​"wanting to tear each other to pieces" contained in it will make the black wizards more depraved. This is an objective fact, but for learners, it is also a subjective factor.

For example, if an ordinary learner learns the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse, he or she may not necessarily want to tear an ordinary person to pieces, but a dark wizard will definitely want to tear an innocent person to pieces for fun...

This is Snape's explanation of Defense Against the Dark Arts: You don't have to use dark magic casually, but you must know how to do it, and you must maintain a balance between emotion and rationality.

During class, Hermione could at least regard it as a kind of relaxation, but it was the most painful at night:

When she subconsciously ran into the girls' bathroom and drank the second bottle of Polyjuice Potion, she just walked out of it when she bumped into Slughorn who was hurried upstairs.

There was a flash of shock in the other person's eyes, which made Hermione say 'sorry' in her heart.

"Oh, uh... you know that's the girls' bathroom, right?" Slughorn looked at the stiff 'Darth Vader' in front of him, and continued, driven by the desire to survive, "I'm Looking for you, dinner is about to start."

Although Slughorn had heard that Death Eaters were more or less abnormal, he didn't expect that the man next to him was incredibly crazy.

The handrails on the stair landing were filled with jack-o-lanterns, and those cold firelights made Hermione's expression look uncertain.

She was just a little frustrated and annoyed, but it seemed to Professor Slughorn that he was about to take action at any time.

"Today is Halloween, and the decorations are... you know, not as bright as before." Hermione put her hands in her pockets and clenched them into fists, venting her emotions angrily, trying to make herself look as annoyed as possible.