Chapter 196

Exclusive magic...rune magic.

Chapter 311 Sherlock Holmes-style Return

"So what are you good at?"

"Everyone has their own pursuits, ideas, and inner beliefs, which lead to completely different effects of using the same runes, which will form a unique magic system..."

Every word Quirrell said struck a chord in Nietzsche's heart.

Soon, the bell rang. After understanding the gap between ancient magic and modern charms, the students became more interested in rune literature. With Quirrell's own efforts, this course was in line with the compulsory course. The classes are listed together.

Hermione's next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, so after a few minutes, Nietzsche was the only student left in the classroom.

"Do you have any ideas?" Professor Quirrell walked down from the podium and said softly.

"I'm wondering if rune magic... can bounce back other magic..." Nietzsche told the other party about his sudden inspiration intermittently, "But it's not using the magic power in the wizard's body, but absorbing magic power from the outside world."

According to Lily's ancient magic, he has been verified on Hermione, and its name is 'Return'.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

But after hearing this, Quirrell not only did not show any curious eyes, but was instead very shocked and incomprehensible, as if Nietzsche had become a madman and did something ridiculous like running naked on the street.

"The magic that can return magic to the caster is powerful enough. Do you want others to use it?" Quirrell understood what he meant. "There must be a switch in the middle."

The creator of the rune's return magic is Nietzsche. Others cannot use it at will, even Hermione. It is only because of their blended blood that the magic can be activated.

But Nietzsche's idea goes far beyond that. Not only does he want to remove the side effects of the blood alliance and change the extraction of his own magic power to the extraction of external magic power, he also wants to allow other people he can trust to use it...

"Apart from blood, what other way is there?" Nietzsche frowned and bit his quill.

He can't form a blood alliance with everyone. Let's not talk about the feasibility of the method. How much blood will it cost?

"Maybe it's faith... I don't know, but I don't recommend you to shoulder such a heavy burden." Quirrell persuaded him earnestly.

However, Nietzsche ignored this suggestion. His mind was filled with his own magic and a group of runes arranged in groups. As for the heavy burden? He had never thought of it that way.

Seeing how persistent and obsessed he was, Quirrell sighed heavily.

“Belief as a carrier is the most difficult, because it is very unstable, and no one can guarantee that the subject will stick to it from beginning to end, so do you know what path you have chosen? Are you really prepared? "

Quirrell's eyes were serious, as if he was trying to persuade him to choose a more convenient way.

But Nietzsche just stubbornly asked: "How strong a belief is required to ban blood and support runes."

"Faith that transcends death," Quirrell said softly.

Nietzsche walked out of the classroom and kept thinking about this sentence. What does it mean?

Death... This is not unfamiliar. He has dealt with it many times. At least more than a hundred people have died directly or indirectly in his hands, but beyond death... does it mean eternal life?

But it sounds more like some kind of obsession, closer to a ghost.

"It's the phoenix feather again, Albus, I always have an ominous premonition." Nietzsche was about to go to the library to check information. When he reached the third floor platform through the moving stairs, he heard the conversation in the corner corridor.

He stretched his head and found the white-haired Ollivander standing in front of the gargoyle talking to the principal.

"It's not just unknown, but there's also hope, isn't it?" Dumbledore said, "You don't have to worry too much about the choice of wand."

"Maybe... In this way, the twin brothers now have another friend. I hope this time it will be used by the right person." Ollivander took an orange feather from the principal's hand. .

Those were no ordinary bird feathers. The feathers on them flowed like lava, and the feather shafts were elastic and would not bend no matter how Ollivander played with them.

Nietzsche had only seen this kind of feather on the Phoenix Fox. It was more like a branch burning with flames than a feather.

"Nietzsche!" Dumbledore suddenly called him.

"Principal, what's the matter?"

"Marvolo is still in class, why don't you give this wand to him later... the licorice wand." Dumbledore opened the secret door behind the gargoyle.

To be honest, Nietzsche was uncomfortable. As they slowly ascended the stone stairs, Ollivander's eyes were still observing him, and they were still as insightful as when he first bought the wand.

Unlike Dumbledore's gaze, that gaze was not a direct gaze, but a look at the body wantonly and impolitely.

Perhaps seeing Nietzsche's increasingly displeased expression, Ollivander immediately apologized: "Please forgive me... I was just curious. If I remember correctly, the core of your wand is made of unicorn hair?"

"Yes, that's right, mediocre unicorn hair," Nietzsche said calmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

But instead of being angry, Ollivander became more lively, rubbing his hands together like a fly seeing fresh food.

"Can you show me your wand? This is the first time I've seen this happen." He was very polite, without any demeanor of a wand master.

It seemed as if Nietzsche was bullying the old man. His wand was made by Ollivander, so it was only natural for him to want to take a look. Therefore, he did not make things difficult and handed his wand over.

Ollivander held the wand with both hands, and walked into the principal's office without raising his head, and kept sighing.

"Why is this unicorn hair black? So that's why. The wand body is black walnut. I just wanted to try it, but I didn't expect it to succeed. It seems that your belief has made black walnut make up for the shortcomings of unicorn hair."

Nietzsche was touched. He turned his head suddenly and looked at Ollivander who was gradually becoming crazy.

"Belief?" Nietzsche asked nervously.

"The properties of black walnut and unicorn hair are completely opposite. I have used many other opposite combinations, but without exception, they have not achieved such perfect complementarity, but you did it." Ollivander said enthusiastically.

Nietzsche thought: Is it because of firm belief that I can use unicorn hair to use powerful unforgivable curses?

He remembered that when he used the Cruciatus Curse for the first time, he only had hatred in his heart. He wanted Voldemort to feel the pain of hurting others... He would give it back in full...

"Those who use black walnut wood, please continue to stay awake." Ollivander returned the wand to him carefully.

Nietzsche lowered his head and stroked his wand, so he was able to transcend death at the beginning?

No, think about it carefully, he just transcended fear. His anger and hatred exceeded his fear of himself, Voldemort and the unknown. He only wanted to achieve his goal in his heart, so this was the answer.

Then, Ollivander took out a series of spare wood, looked at Nietzsche, and took out an elm from it.

For a while, the office was filled with huge magic power. Nietzsche could see that the feather of the phoenix feather was extracted into sparks, which merged into the crooked branch little by little, burning a hole in the middle for the feather shaft to be inserted.

The flame burned a unique spiral pattern on the surface of the wood, and the heat wave rolled up in the office, blowing down the sleeping bunkhouse hat on the side.

"Oh...boy...boy! Help me!" The Sorting Hat fell to the ground and twisted uneasily, "Alas~ These days, no one respects an old thing like me."

But the heat wave was still rolling, so Nietzsche turned his head and looked around, hoping to find something to cover the Sorting Hat to block the flying sparks. When he turned his eyes to a remote corner, he found the Mirror of Erised that had disappeared.

It is now the fifth grade, but the sunlight in the mirror is still there, and the beautiful illusion once again makes Nietzsche fascinated.

Principal Dumbledore is helping to make the wand. This time no one disturbed Nietzsche. He saw more interesting and beautiful scenery and people's sincere smiles, which were like a dream that was hard to distinguish between true and false.

Aren't these what he wants to protect?

Nietzsche didn't know when the wand was made. He just held back a anger that had nowhere to vent and walked out of the principal's office in a daze.

Chapter 312 Who is the boss?

Nietzsche finally understood what Professor Quirrell meant - if he wanted others to use his rune magic, he had to have strong faith in them, and magic would only work if it followed his will.

At night, he handed the elm wand to Marvolo.

"Phoenix feather again? I didn't expect Dumbledore to really understand me..." Marvolo touched the new wand lovingly.

He tried to swing the wand like a freshman, but the magic power exploded and blew up several students around him and the food on the table. This movement scared Ginny, and she glared at Marvolo angrily.

However, even with such a strong power, Nietzsche found that the students flashed a few white lights in front of them, but they were just knocked over by the magic power and did not suffer any substantial damage.

"Sorry, sorry, new wands always behave like this." Marvolo restored the damaged tableware with a chuckle and asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's amazing. I didn't expect this thing to be so useful." Seamus fumbled around on his body for a long time and said in surprise, "It's okay. George and Fred's amulets blocked it..."

The amulets sold in Diagon Alley are all sold by the Ministry of Magic. They are also the products of the new department. I didn't expect the Weasley twins to be able to make magic props of this level. This surprised many people.

"Oh, it's nothing. After market research, we found that most people in the Ministry of Magic can't even use a decent Shield Charm, so we think many people can use it." George squeezed over and said complacently.

"But it's not expensive. You can enjoy the protection of the Shield Charm for only 8 Sig~" Fred took the opportunity to insert an advertisement.

Nietzsche walked to Seamus and observed the amulet in his hand.

Rather than an amulet, it was an iron plate with a Gryffindor lion pattern printed on it. On the back was the spell of the Iron Armor Charm. Nietzsche tapped it with his wand and found that there was no magic power in it.

"One-time use." He poured cold water on the eager students.

"Although it is a one-time amulet, it is not easy." George complained and wanted to reach out and grab the hands holding the silver sik.

But then again, the magic spell was written in advance, and then the alchemical equipment was uniformly engraved on the small badge and the magic power was introduced. This production principle is the same as the E-11 magic blaster.

Nietzsche saw the direction---he could print his own runes on it.

"Magic items produced in large quantities cannot be activated. They cannot absorb magic power on their own." Fred said, "Unless... unless there is a circulation system like a magic car."

To put it bluntly, there is still no blueprint. This is just a piece of iron. It can only be enchanted by alchemical equipment. It is not a complete alchemical creation.

"I can help you solve this problem..." Nietzsche said slowly.

George and Fred were in awe. They didn't even care about the silver coins in front of them and squeezed to sit next to Nietzsche.

"We have discussed this matter seriously with Professor Flitwick. Spells can only be applied to objects." George recalled, "and the size of the object has nothing to do with the effect of the spell. This is different from your anti-curse vestment."

It's really hard to tell that the Weasley twins would discuss things other than pranks.

But they are right. The reason why Nietzsche's armor and helmet can resist spells is all thanks to the basilisk scales. This is a natural defense. It can't kill all the basilisks in the world.

Even if wizards can do this, there are not so many basilisks.

"Rune magic." Nietzsche said, holding the small badge that was only five centimeters wide, "I have a way to make the protection stronger while ensuring that it is rechargeable."

"What are you waiting for? We will provide you with the materials in a few days..." George said excitedly.

At this time, a disgusting voice came from the door of the auditorium. It was Umbridge. She had just been attracted by the movement of Marvolo trying out the new wand. She walked over with her fingers crossed and placed in front of her abdomen.

She was wearing a sweet smile, like a poisonous bee lying in a honey jar.

"School rules prohibit the carrying of any magical items. Hand them over." Umbridge stretched out her bloated hands.

Although her nails were painted with bright nail polish, to be honest, Nietzsche suddenly felt that Rita Skeeter's nails were more tasteful, and her hands were not as ugly as Umbridge's.

"This is an amulet!" Harry stood up and said angrily.

"So are these things from outside the school, Mr. Potter?" Umbridge said, showing her teeth and pinching her throat.

"Yes, but..."

"That's right, how can students bring magic items from outside the school into the school at will." Umbridge interrupted Harry's words in an intimate voice, repeating mercilessly, "Put all these things up."

She looked at the prefects, none of whom moved, and they all sat awkwardly in their chairs looking at Nietzsche.

"These are all magical props to protect wizards." Hermione said bluntly, "and they are all amulets allowed by the Ministry of Magic."

"Then Miss Granger, do you think it will be dangerous inside the school?" Umbridge said.

"It's hard to say." Hermione said coldly, "If the school is not dangerous, why would Minister Fudge let you serve as a liaison in the school to prevent attacks by dark wizards?"

She rarely publicly opposed a professor. You know, she would respect even the most unpopular Professor Snape.

"Okay, okay, okay, Gryffindor will be deducted 20 points!" Umbridge stared at the Weasley twins, and the expression on her face began to become sinister.

The hall fell into silence, and Nietzsche heard the sound of the red gems flowing in the score counter.

Even though the colleges are much more friendly now, Slytherin, who maintains a good competition with Gryffindor, did not make a sound of relief. Everyone was either glaring at Umbridge or looking at Nietzsche.

Who has the final say in this school? It seems that someone has not returned to reality.

Just when Umbridge was proudly trying to grab the amulet in the hands of others, Nietzsche resisted the nausea and grabbed her wrist.

"Is it the minister's intention?" he asked softly.

"This is a school, Mr. Holmes, not a place for you to do whatever you want." Umbridge said in a trembling voice, "As a professor, I have the right to uphold the school rules of Hogwarts!"

"But this is the work of the new department of the Ministry of Magic." Nietzsche has been patient to the extreme.

Umbridge was stunned for a moment, and gradually put away her fierce smile. Nietzsche thought she would stop or explode, but she smiled gently.

"As far as I know, George and Weasley are not members of the Ministry of Magic." She said in a coquettish voice, "Let me think... put them in detention. Mr. Weasley, come to my office after dinner."

Is this dissatisfaction?

As a confidant of Minister Fudge, she was now exiled to Hogwarts and forced to stay away from the center of power.

In any case, Umbridge instantly gained the disgust of many students, but she didn't look at those people, and deliberately turned away.

"This lunatic!" George said angrily, "She just wants to maintain order and deliberately targets us..."