Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Along with this, some students laughed and exclaimed.

They were students of Beauxbatons. Because the rune horse that pulled the carriage was given to Hagrid to take care of, their activities were almost always in the Forbidden Forest.

Nietzsche saw Madame Maxime's huge body sitting on the golden stairs of the carriage, and the pink-blue carriage did not tilt at all. She was wearing a purple satin dress, laughing with the students.

He took out his wand and pointed it to both sides, easily separating the crowd.

"Hagrid?" Nietzsche strode forward and pulled the half-blood giant who was kneeling on the ground and wailing.

"Quick! Take her away quickly...I don't have many squid left."

No wonder Nietzsche didn’t see Smaug. She was lying on her side on the grass, looking at the pile of extremely ugly shelled creatures next to Hagrid:

Each one is six inches long, with many legs protruding from the gray-white carapace in various directions. The arched part of the back is also equipped with a few spikes, like a giant poisonous scorpion that has been huddled in a conch.

To be honest, first impression was nothing but disgusting.

After seeing Nietzsche coming, Smaug was about to open his mouth and scream, but several carapace and broken limbs flew out mixed with saliva.

Several Beauxbatons' eyes widened. They all wanted to see what the students of Hogwarts looked like when they were unlucky.

"When did you start eating such curious things?" He raised his wand, and those limbs with a bit of a burning smell were flicked onto the faces of the surrounding Beauxbatons, who held their stomachs and retched on the spot.

A sudden disaster is coming...

"Roar~~" Shimaoge innocently used his paw to pull a few times.

"Come with me and be obedient." Nietzsche held his breath and rubbed her nose vigorously a few times.

The fire dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was still a little unfinished... Very good, it seemed that she didn't smell Crookshanks' scent.

"Wait a minute! You just took it away like that?" Fleur suddenly stopped him, "Is this how you do things at Hogwarts? Just take it from the professor without even asking. Let’s borrow things first.”

Fleur Delacour had her hair tied up and tied back, and she wore a cyan lace hat with a veil on her head. Her close-fitting clothes highlighted her figure, which was different from that of most girls at Hogwarts... .

Of course, maybe not most.

"Borrow? What is Smaug? She is a free being." Nietzsche turned his head, but his eyes were over Fleur's shoulder, staring at the leaves behind her.

In order to prevent falling into the Veela's magic again, he had better be cautious.

And Smaug snorted disdainfully with his nose, and with a gentle sweep of his tail, drove away Beauxbatons who had just gathered around him.

Her idea is simple: after eating, it’s time to go play.

"Did you see, she chose me, not you..." Nietzsche said in a very unflattering tone, "Oh~ I'm sorry, it seems that Veela is not effective on all creatures, by the way, Shimao Ge is a girl."

There is no way he can be a gentleman at all. There is nothing he can do about it. Sherlock has taught him well.

When it comes to sarcasm, Holmes is famous.

Fleur must have a very good relationship with Madame Maxime. She is one of the top students in Beauxbatons. Coupled with the magical effects of Veela, she must rarely be ridiculed so openly by a wizard.

Not to mention, this person is still a boy...

Therefore, Fleur, who couldn't bear this tone, walked up to Nietzsche lightly, and there was only half an arm's length between them.

She breathed a long sigh of relief and said softly: "If I remember correctly, the girl you have a good relationship with is also a warrior, but you are not... The Triwizard Tournament is not the usual bump and tumble."

Those Beauxbatons students who were eliminated from the Goblet of Fire and who were closer to the two men took a deep breath, their eyes filled with excitement.

This is the smoke before the war!

But Nietzsche was in trouble. He scratched his head suspiciously... How to explain this?

In fact, Hermione is not that strong. She just almost blew up an entire arsenal during the summer vacation, and used the Patronus Charm to prevent an Obscurus... Oh, by the way, she also saved Moriarty. Got him.

Recently, she only knows a little bit about war magic, and the teacher who taught her used to be a member of the Wu Cui Party.

Bump and bump?

Let's forget it for now, after all, a bump is inevitable.

"But...Professor Hagrid!" Fleur suddenly turned around as if nothing had happened and said respectfully, "I also want to hear more about fire dragons. When we return to Beauxbatons, we will repay the gift with a rune horse. you."

She was so good at it. Seeing that Nietzsche would not accept her trick, she quickly transferred the conflict.

Hagrid immediately felt troubled when he heard that he was addressed as 'Professor' and given magical animals as gifts.

"this..."

He first looked at Mrs. Maxim, who was dignified and the same size as himself, and his cheeks gradually turned red.

"How about you lend me another loan?" He moved to Nietzsche and said angrily.

It was obvious that Hagrid was interested in the Beauxbatons headmaster. After all, this was the first time Hagrid had seen someone of the opposite sex who was not much different in age and had a similar body shape.

"Ha! You are helping an outsider." Nietzsche could see through his mind too easily, but he did not take a step back. "Be careful, I tell Bain and Ronan to see if their group of centaurs will like a person who has no position! "

"No, I'll contribute my...my squid..."

"Let's talk about it later. They are not in a hurry to stay in Hogwarts for the whole school year." Nietzsche snapped his fingers and walked out of the camp with Smaug.

Madame Maxime frowned, but she was not angry. She just said, "Forget it, it's just a dragon. I'm just curious about how you tame dragons."

But Hagrid didn't want to lose face in front of Madame Maxime. He scratched his head and thought for a while, then clapped his hands vigorously.

"Let's talk about the Norwegian Ridgeback later. I can introduce you to several other dragons..."

In the camp of Hagrid's hut, the students of Beauxbatons surrounded Hagrid again, and Madame Maxime smiled and exchanged glances with Fleur.

Others?

Where did the 'others' come from?

"Have you met other dragons in the Forbidden Forest before?" Nietzsche jumped lightly and jumped onto the black jade back of the dragon.

"Roar~" Smaug shook his head and let out a low roar.

"Interesting... Let's go to the Forbidden Forest and find Ronan. Let them give you special training." He rubbed his smooth and hard scales, feeling somewhat reluctant, "How about I carve a few more layers of protective magic for you when the time comes?"

He still felt a little distressed when he thought that his girl had to fight on orders.

But think about it on the bright side - at least dear Smaug, in the future he can become a legendary dragon, instead of aging or dying in an internal fight like all ordinary dragons in the nature reserve.

This is the loophole Nietzsche found.

The rules of the Triwizard Tournament only say "Wizards cannot accept and ask for help from others", but they don't say that they can't ask for magical animals.

Tsk, who doesn't have a dragon?

Nietzsche was carried and swayed into the Forbidden Forest, and even heard Hermione's nagging in his ears.

If she were here, she would definitely say, "Ah~ Nietzsche, you broke the rules again... You always have a reason... You always like to play these little tricks..."

But now he can say righteously: I am doing this for your own good.

Chapter 237 Secret Weapon: Dragon Rider

(Happy Christmas, fellow readers~)

"Even wizards are not sure to subdue creatures at the top of the food chain like fire dragons. What else do you want it to deal with?"

Bane, a leader in the centaur tribe, has a rough and aggressive personality, so he is very proficient in fighting and hunting. Even as such a top hunter in the Forbidden Forest, it is a little confused about Nietzsche's ideas.

Still want to train?

How do you want to train?

Is it necessary for this Norwegian Ridgeback to hold a magic wand and cast magic to be considered successful?

"Of course it's a dragon of the same level as it." Nietzsche saw its narrowed eyes and immediately shook his hand and explained, "I'm not asking her to go hunting, it's a competition... I need her to defeat at least one adult dragon."

Bane silently looked at the dragon lying on the edge of the pond, eating the fresh and fat fish whole, and fell into deep thought.

It thought for a long time and didn't make any sound, so much so that Nietzsche thought it was asleep.

"Do you know... the strength of an adult dragon growing up in a protected area..." Bain said with difficulty, "Among the dragons, none of them who can survive and grow up are weak persimmons."

It suddenly covered its face, not wanting to look at Smaug who ran to the lake to have fun after eating.

But Nietzsche didn't care. He ran to the dragon's head and said, "How about letting Hermione ride on you?"

Smaug didn't even turn his head. Even his orange-red vertical pupils just shook for a moment. He grumbled in his throat. It was not known whether it was because of eating or because of disgust.

For her, it was rare for Nietzsche to sit on her, and then he wanted another woman to ride on her...

He was simply asking for more!

"I know, I know, Hermione's temper does conflict with you, and you two don't get along well." Nietzsche said excitedly, "But sometimes, you can get more advantages from her by lending a hand."

As he spoke, he stroked the protrusion on her head, which made Smaug stunned.

"Think about it... You helped her, right? In this way, she won't be able to raise her head in front of you in the future."

After careful thinking, Smaug found that what Nietzsche said made sense. When he thought about the fact that 'that woman' didn't allow her to follow Nietzsche home, and didn't allow her to run out of the Forbidden Forest.

Done!

In Nietzsche's nagging, the dragon let out an impatient roar.

Now that the most complicated part is done, what he needs to do now is to strengthen the protection of Smaug... In close combat, his dragon may not necessarily take advantage, but what if there is magic?

"Bane, are there any simple materials suitable for engraving magic runes?"

"If you want to protect, the guardian tree is the most suitable material..." The centaur is also good at botany, he frowned and said, "But in this case, you must first let those bowtruckles find a new home."

The guardian tree is also a magical mountain pear tree, so it is not difficult for Nietzsche to find it in the forbidden forest.

They are not like herbs, which have no magic. After the herbs are made into potions, most of the magical effects they represent are given by the wand when stirring the crucible. If they are not specially planted, it is very troublesome to pick them.

After wandering around the forbidden forest for a long time, he and Bane finally found a few guardian trees without many bowtruckles.

Those bowtruckles were very small, almost the size of a leaf, and looked like tree roots. At first, they angrily rolled leaves or branches into spikes and threw them at them.

"Don't do it, they are gentle by nature, and will only attack others when the guardian tree or themselves are threatened." Bane raised his thick left arm, and the thorns did not even pierce his hair.

It was the first time that Nietzsche saw it being so patient with weak lives.

Bane's other hand grabbed a handful of flat pebbles from his waist bag, gently placed them on the palm-sized leaves, and handed them to them respectfully, his arm as steady as an elevator.

They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the bowtruckles finished eating the food and carefully rolled them towards Bane's rough fingers with their root-like fingers.

"It's done." The centaur happily put the little guys on his shoulders.

Then, Smaug, who had received permission, could not wait to clap his tail hard, and the whole rowan tree was cut in half.

The next step was a delicate job. In the next few days, Nietzsche took the basilisk scales and some magical equipment from the Room of Requirement to the Forbidden Forest whenever he had time, and made a simple wooden armor for Smaug with rowan wood.

He needed to find ways to measure the size of the dragon and constantly use the Transfiguration Spell to adjust the size.

But the real difficulty was that Smaug always felt that she was playing with Nietzsche. Whenever he measured the size, she would always run around, which caused a lot of trouble for Nietzsche's work.

Before the first event of the Triwizard Tournament, she would spend time with Nietzsche in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

So, Smaug, the King of the Forbidden Forest, became the biggest winner.

Every night, Nietzsche borrowed the centaur camp and forged the scales into a helmet with a triangular breathing port and window in the middle with a hammer on a temporary forging table, and also engraved magic runes on the rowan wood armor.

Although the process was tiring, it was all worth it when he put the knight's helmet and breastplate with wood grain on Smaug...

Beautiful, too beautiful.

Even the creator was stunned.

Black scales and dark brown wooden armor, flexible tail, strong limbs, plus the anthropomorphism brought by the European medieval knight armor... But Nietzsche always felt that something was missing.

He thought for a while, pulled two dark blue feathers from the passing soundless bird, enlarged them with swelling potion, and inserted them on Smaug's helmet.

"Alas~ It would be great if you could talk and be smarter." After suppressing the excitement in his heart, Nietzsche actually felt a little regretful.

If he had to choose a partner, he would rather choose a talking Norwegian Ridgeback...

Nietzsche looked at Smaug, who was holding his head high and scratching his breastplate with his claws, and felt a little envious in his heart-why this warrior was not him?

However, based on the law of conservation of emotions between Nietzsche and Hermione, there is only so much happiness. If one of them is happy, the other will naturally start to worry, just like Sherlock and Watson.

There must always be one person watching the other person laugh, or one person laughs at the other person.

In the two consecutive potion classes in the afternoon, Nietzsche hummed and prepared the universal antidote, while Hermione, who has always been the student that Snape does not need to worry about the most, always made mistakes this afternoon.

"Miss Granger, why don't you put your white spice in?" Snape said calmly, "I said that it should be put in while stirring to speed up the dissolution, not like sprinkling salt, this is not cooking."