Chapter 201

Nietzsche asked everyone to go through the obsidian door to the third room, and asked half of the students to form a circle against the wall, and let Hermione demonstrate.

"You can use the Stunning Spell or the Petrifying Spell, no limit on the number and power." After throwing the amulet to Hermione, he continued, "And you have to rely on your reaction to activate the amulet, just like the professor did that day..."

The room where the troll was placed was very spacious, and more than 50 people could form an encirclement with a radius of eight meters with Hermione as the center.

It is said to be training reaction, but it is also to enable wizards to have the ability to fight back when facing some fully armed Muggles. It is best to have the ability to deal with the violent attack as early as possible.

Hermione put away her wand, held the amulet, and calmly faced the tight encirclement.

At Nietzsche's wave, more than 50 spells were cast at different times due to the speed of the wizards chanting the spells, and this moment also allowed Hermione to feel the fluctuations of the surrounding magic field through rune magic.

She dodged two attacks from behind, and could barely be called a master in the face of such irregular and overwhelming attacks.

The blue-white light emitted by the amulet would always disappear after the distorted Stunning Spell, so Hermione would choose to dodge and reactivate the Armor Spell blessed by the Rune Magic when the next attack came...

She was like a phoenix dancing in the rain, and those distorted spells were like water drops splashing from feathers.

"Next!" Nietzsche ended the demonstration and whispered, "Let's start with Gryffindor, Lavender Brown!"

As Hermione's roommate, Lavender walked to the middle with confidence and took the amulet, and her previous position was filled by another Hufflepuff.

But soon, Lavender knew the gap between herself and the top of the grade. In just one minute, she was hit by someone's petrification spell and fell to the ground like a wooden man.

"Not bad for the first time, it lasted 53 Longbottoms." Professor Quirrell recorded the time for them.

Don't worry, everyone will experience the feeling of powerlessness in the vortex of the spell, and Nietzsche, who proposed this training method, gradually became ferocious in everyone's mind---it is hard to imagine whether his mental state is still normal.

But no one complained, after all... they all took turns, and they could beat others before being beaten.

Except for Hermione, the students who were exposed to this simulation for the first time fell down quickly. The one who lasted the longest was the seeker of the Quidditch Ravenclaw team: Qiu Zhang, who barely touched it for one minute and thirty seconds.

"Believe in your feelings!" Nietzsche reminded, "Don't panic, touch Rune, and feel the magic around you."

Fortunately, the effects of coma and petrification can be easily removed by the spell. In the repeated falls and exchanges, the whole army of gentlemen grew rapidly, and activating the amulet gradually became an instinct.

After class, the students who were willing to leave used their own methods to leave the secret room, while those who were unwilling to leave directed the giant wizard chess in the second room used as a lounge.

Nietzsche also heard a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs discussing future decoration issues, such as what useful textbooks and herbs to put.

Even for the rest of the weekend, Nietzsche always saw students coming in and out of the room with the "No Entry" sign. He was very happy and couldn't help but wonder what changes would happen to the classroom below.

Only one person was very upset---Umbridge.

She was as anxious as an ant in a hot pot in the office. While applying lipstick in front of the small mirror on the table, she was planning a big plan called "regaining the trust of the minister."

"What can I do... I don't want to stay in Hogwarts all my life." Umbridge said tangledly, "That Holmes deceived the minister with his words. No, I am sure I can solve a big case."

Now that he has been exiled to Hogwarts, he must have a result to show if he wants to be reused by the minister again.

Let her think about it... Pull Nietzsche Holmes's braid?

This idea was immediately dispelled. No, absolutely not. This person is now more than 10,000 people in the Ministry of Magic. Even if he is caught, there is no way to pull him down...

Umbridge felt at a loss, and the feeling of frustration that she knew the other party wanted to make trouble but could not do anything about it surged into her heart.

"If Holmes had not stopped it, there would only be... Death Eaters?" Umbridge pursed her lips, and the mirror reflected her ugly joy. "Great, I can start with those students!"

Thinking of this, she quickly drafted several letters overnight, revised them repeatedly, added her condolences and blessings to the Minister and colleagues, and then walked out the door and ran to the Owl Shed.

So, on the morning of the next Monday, Nietzsche, who was about to go to the Potions class, found a group of people gathered around the notice board in the common room, and he also saw Draco with a pale face, pushing a few people away and running away.

The Slytherin notice board was very clean. In addition to the compulsory course schedule for each grade, there was also a notice printed in bold black with the seal of the Ministry of Magic's Detective Department:

Hogwarts Senior Investigator Appointment Order

Based on the serious threat posed by the Death Eaters to the UK, the Ministry of Magic will approve Dolores Jane Umbridge as a senior investigator to supervise the families of the Death Eaters and related students.

No wonder Malfoy and Parkinson were frightened. They would obviously be targeted by the vicious old toad.

However, Hermione was very worried. When she saw Nietzsche coming out of the Slytherin common room at the door of the classroom, she hurriedly asked, "Have you seen the news?"

"Yes, Umbridge is like this, always thinking that she can solve major cases." Nietzsche sneered.

"This is not a coincidence!" She said indignantly, "What if she uses her status as a senior investigator to pressure others? Umbridge now has the power to accuse others of crimes."

Look! Even Hermione didn't think Nietzsche would be targeted.

But what she said made sense. After all, Quirrell did have some connection with Voldemort back then, and was considered half a Death Eater. However, Nietzsche's pace into the classroom quickened. He wanted to see what Snape looked like.

His dear dean is a real Death Eater.

Chapter 322 Snape is targeted

Snape targeting a student is a very ordinary thing, not worth making a fuss about; but if Snape is targeted by others one day, then everyone should watch carefully to see which ruthless person dares to do this.

On Monday morning, the Gryffindors and Slytherins saw it --- Umbridge was sitting at the end of the classroom with a small notebook.

No matter what, Gryffindor will at least erect a tombstone for her...

"Today our task is to make a bottle of enhancer. Now, take out the mixture you prepared last week and add six drops of salamander blood." Snape ignored the uninvited guest in the classroom.

With the improvement of the course, most of the potions are now divided into several steps by Professor Snape, and it may take three or four classes to complete a potion.

For the first half an hour, Nietzsche just watched Umbridge wandering around the classroom, occasionally lowering his body to talk to a few Gryffindor witches.

"She doesn't know about Snape's thing, right?" Hermione said in a low voice under the cover of gurgling while boiling the mixture in an orderly manner.

The table was a mess, full of small bottles filled with other ingredients from the last class, and some scarab powder was sprinkled on the table... I made a mistake, this is Nietzsche's table, Hermione's table is much cleaner and tidier.

Her little hands danced rhythmically above more than a dozen bottles, and just looking at them made the professor feel at ease.

Of course, Nietzsche's surroundings only looked messy, but he actually had a plan in his mind about what to add and which bottles without labels to pick out.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't know a lot of things, I don't think she would target Snape out of thin air." Nietzsche said.

Umbridge walked through Gryffindor, sprinted past several cauldrons that were about to explode, and then stopped behind Malfoy.

"Oh, I doubt the problem with potions." She said briskly to Malfoy's back, "For potions such as enhancers and wakeners, maybe they should be deleted... Of course, I mean in certain circumstances."

Snape slowly stood up from Neville's cauldron and turned around.

Here it comes, here it comes. Everyone, including Nietzsche, raised their heads, and the flames under every crucible in the classroom were weakened a little.

"Sorry, I don't have any objection to your teaching, but... think about it, if some students use these potions to help... um... Death Eaters." She explained.

"I don't think this will happen." Snape whispered.

"Really? But I heard that the father of this student is a Death Eater." Umbridge used her bright red nails to scratch Malfoy's shoulders.

Snape's expression changed slightly: it was as if he ate a food he hated at a banquet full of nobles, but in the end he had to pretend to like it and swallow it.

He pouted and frowned quickly on his right eyebrow.

"He is him, and his father is his father." Snape said stiffly.

Umbridge nodded and controlled the magic quill to write something on the notebook.

"It sounds very equal... Severus Snape said: Children of Death Eater families are all good people..." She repeated what she had written.

"You..." Snape's mouth fell, looking very annoyed.

"Bang!!"

The crucible exploded, Nietzsche and Hermione turned around and found that Harry was still stretching his hands forward, as if he had overturned the crucible from the table, and Ron Weasley beside him was opening his mouth in panic.

The orange solution splashed everywhere, and the steaming liquid stained the ground, the chair legs, and Harry's clothes, making a terrible sizzling sound.

"Zero! Potter!" Snape said viciously.

"It doesn't matter, Professor." Harry retracted his hands and said calmly, "I never got a decent potion score anyway."

It's really weird, isn't it? Normally, he wouldn't admit his mistake so quickly at this time, which made Snape look at him twice and feel stunned.

Several little lions who had a good relationship with Harry had already started praying for their friends.

Nietzsche looked at Harry who was bowing his head to admit his mistake, thought about the timing of his anger, and immediately understood what was going on: it was because of Snape's words supporting Malfoy, 'He is him, his father is his father'.

This sentence was nothing short of humiliation and irony to Harry, who knew some of the past, so he rarely lost his temper like a child to vent his anger and grievances.

"What does this mean?" Umbridge was attracted by Harry.

"I suggest you ask yourself. Of course, you will only get some answers about 'Potter is stupid'." Harry stood up, grabbed his school bag and fled the classroom without even having time to clean up the mess.

Umbridge watched the farce with great interest, without feeling any guilt at all. Instead, she was as smug as if she had discovered a new world.

In the afternoon, while the students were standing in the courtyard letting the breeze lift their wizard robes, lamenting that Gryffindor had lost another ten points, Nietzsche rushed to the fourth floor with the brim of his wizard hat pressed down, and kicked open the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. .

The huge movement made Umbridge's hands tremble and she spilled the tea on her clothes.

"What's going on with the high-level investigation order?" Nietzsche closed the wooden door with his backhand.

"Ouch~ Mr. Holmes~" Umbridge put down her tea cup and subconsciously clutched her sleeves, "You know, Death Eaters are as cunning as loaches, so we want to use some... ahem... unconventional means. ”

The honorifics came out of her mouth. Sometimes, it still requires some violence to deal with such people.

"Threat?" Although Nietzsche asked, his tone was very sure.

"You can't say that, it's called 'persuading surrender'." Umbridge hurriedly added, "Although I have the right to investigate people who have affairs with Death Eaters, I believe that the people you recognize will be fine. "

It was obvious that she didn't want to experience it again.

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes to a slit, frowned at the weak look of the other party, and thought: Are you just giving up? No matter how disrespectful I am, I won't show any hatred?

Looking at Umbridge lowering her head and smiling, his heart was filled with an excitement that went beyond physical reactions.

"Mr. Holmes, you won't object to me interrogating those sons of Death Eaters, right?" said the docile pink toad, "But Snape...you see...he always protects the people in his own college. ..."

It seemed that she just found Professor Snape's character difficult, which actually relieved Nietzsche.

"He's my man," he said.

"Oh, well, then I understand what's going on." Umbridge hooked her stubby fingers on the tea cup again, "Look, isn't this very simple? I will never do anything to you... .Ahem...dangerous.”

The last two words were very vague, and Nietzsche guessed that she actually meant to say that they would not pose any threat to herself.

He walked into the office aggressively, but when he walked out, he touched the back of his head in confusion. He didn't expect that the other party was as weak as a chicken, and he started chattering in a panic after just pinching it with his hand.

After Nietzsche went out, he told Hermione, who was waiting by the wall, about this.

"So we don't have to worry about her backstabbing us?" Even she became suspicious now, as if all her previous worries were in vain, "I thought she would threaten us through the investigator."

Hermione paused, then turned to look at her boyfriend, and asked curiously: "What did you and Marvolo do?"

"Nothing. I can only say that Marvolo is very good at dealing with such a snobbish wizard." Nietzsche curled his lips.

"Don't learn from him."

But Hermione seems to have done the opposite - it's good that Marvolo didn't learn from Nietzsche.

Chapter 323 Harry: In fact, Snape is not that annoying

Regarding Umbridge's domineering behavior in the school, the professors gathered together to complain to each other whenever they had the opportunity: They were annoyed today... They were questioned again yesterday... What are the special investigators of the Ministry of Magic dissatisfied with? La...

In the days that followed, Nietzsche could see a pink-speckled shadow randomly appearing in other classrooms, and his confusing behavior continued until early October.

Rather than observing a bug eager to crawl back to the center of power, he would rather spend some time taking care of his 'office'.

Yes, it's a dedicated small room, but the only drawback is that it's next to Umbridge's office, so...

"It's not bad, at least the guy guarding the swing door still has three heads." Harry said while controlling the office table with the Flying Charm, "The table is flying!"

"ah!"

The table flew in as expected, but the disaster was caused by Seamo who happened to be passing by, and his back was hit hard.

As for Hermione, she showed off her prefect's patrol style, put her hands behind her back, and looked around the decorated office with envy. If not, God knows it was Nietzsche's office:

The chairs were moved from the Slytherin lounge; the eight corners of the chandelier were eagle heads, and even Qiu Zhang herself didn’t know where they were removed; the murals and carpets were from Hufflepuff; as for Grant, Findo...

Lavender and Parvati said they had sent the Gryffindor prefects out.

The things given by the Gryffindor prefect were too expensive - several stacks of Ministry of Magic documents that gave me a headache just looking at them and a small seal.

"This is an independent office!" Hermione said gloomily.

"Yeah, I know."

"Not even me! I'm the prefect!" She emphasized again and again.

Nietzsche noticed that she kept blinking, and she seemed to be really greedy.

"Why, the prefect wants to show off his power, drive me out, and then take this place as his own?" he said with a smile.