Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

And the reason why they were jealous of Nietzsche, the beast, was because of this - he didn't need to actively invite him at all, because Hermione was the warrior.

"Really? She hasn't said anything about the prom for a week." Nietzsche said nonchalantly. "Compared with guessing whether others will agree, waiting is actually the most painful thing."

Warrington just sneered through his nose and thought he was farting.

Who doesn't know that these two people, Slytherin and Gryffindor, are the ones who can see it most clearly.

"Rather than Granger not inviting you, you might as well worry about whether someone else has used the love potion. She is now the most popular warrior. Believe me, everyone is willing to dance with her at the Yule Ball. "

However, Warrington's words were barely a reminder, and Nietzsche's eyes became sharp.

"So...who would do this?" He squinted his eyes and began to observe every person passing by, taking in any subtle expression or movement.

"Who knows, it's not just boys, there are also a lot of girls who like Hermione." Warrington shrugged, "For example, Lavender and Parvati, as roommates, they have too many opportunities to use love potions. ”

When they came to the marble steps from the corner, they found that the people in front were taking deep breaths and slowly squeezing toward the handrails. As the crowd dispersed, they saw a silver-white shadow.

Nietzsche could hear those people staring longingly at the hair: "Fleur Delacour~"

In fact, Warrington was right.

Hermione really wanted to invite, but... couldn't say it out loud.

"What are you waiting for? Be careful he finds someone else to attend the dance." Lavender was as anxious as if he was choosing a dance partner.

"Holmes will not find anyone else. I believe he will not attend the ball directly." Parvati was sitting on the bed, folding her dress carefully. There were several invitations on the bed.

Hermione sat at a table with a makeup mirror. She first ruffled her hair, then stood up and walked around the room.

Let’s not talk about how difficult the invitation process is, but you must know that this is a Christmas ball.

In human society, a dance partner is almost always the person one is attracted to - meaning the desire to develop into a real partner... After all, no one would want to hold hands for the entire dance that they are not interested in.

The most important thing is that her nervousness was actually caused by her friends:

At first, Hermione thought about inviting them directly, but it turned out that Lavender and the others had even thought about her and Nietzsche's future... It was scary.

At this time, another girl interrupted their conversation.

Ginny came bounding over and seemed to be in a good mood, which also made Hermione relieved - because Lavender and Parvati's eyes shifted to Ginny.

"Hey~ Potter's fan girl is here." They shouted in a high-pitched voice.

"How presumptuous!" Ginny responded to the two of them with her hands on her hips, "I am not Potter's fan girl. From now on, I am Potter's... dance partner!"

"Have you invited me? So soon?!" Hermione said angrily, "Didn't we agree that while we were waiting for Nietzsche and Harry to talk, we would go over and invite them together~"

The saddest thing still happens - when you make an appointment with a friend, but the other party completes it ahead of schedule, you will only feel betrayed.

"You can't blame me. It's all Ron's fault... He was the one who pushed Potter here in advance." Ginny's eyes began to wander and she quickly remedied, "It's not difficult. You just go to Holmes and invite him." That’s it.”

It's easy to say, because the stone in her heart has already fallen.

"Yes, wouldn't it be nice if he invited him back in the future..." Parvati said deliberately to stimulate her.

"Again?" Hermione said with a cold face, "Wait until the next Triwizard Tournament. We have already graduated for a year."

"We are talking about a wedding, dear, just think of it as the price. If you kneel on one knee this time, you can make him kneel on both knees in the future, or you will always be on top of him..." Lavender asked. The legs opened up.

Hermione collapsed and shouted: "It's just a ball!!"

However, even Ginny just folded her arms and leaned against the door frame.

"Seriously? It's just a dance?" She hesitated for a moment, then her eyes turned into a very sympathetic look, "Have you forgotten? In the Triwizard Tournament, besides you, there is also a female warrior."

Fleur Delacour—that arrogant girl immediately came to Hermione's mind.

"What's the meaning."

"Dean and Seamus came back just now, and I heard them saying in the lounge that Fleur had extended an invitation to Nietzsche... She was provoking you!" Ginny was adding fuel to the fire.

"That's impossible, she was beaten by him." Hermione said angrily.

"Then this is more suitable for her to take revenge. Think about it, after the ball, she will use Veela's magic to influence Nietzsche and make him embarrassed in front of others... Or does she just want to embarrass you?"

Hermione put down the conditioner in her hand and immediately ran out of the dormitory.

She didn't even notice the look on Ginny's face. After she left, Ginny said proudly, "See, someone has to push her."

(Reminder: Most of it is sugar afterward, for relaxation)

Chapter 244 The ‘woman’ who belongs to him

The marble stairs are the only way for students on the first floor to transfer to the classrooms on the second floor. Normally they would not deliberately gather here and stay longer, but today they made an exception because of a witch.

Fleur Delacour, her Veela blood makes the boys around her crazy.

Nietzsche, on the other hand, tensed his muscles and stared ahead vigilantly. He promised that if the other party dared to do anything weird, he would turn around and let Smaug crash into Beauxbatons' camp every day.

"She came to invite me..." He heard that some of the boys around him had already fallen into fantasy.

Veela's magic is very weird. Nietzsche suddenly found that when he looked at Fleur, the surroundings would automatically blur, and there would also be some illusions of magical light spots like elves.

Fleur got closer and closer, she gently caressed the boys away, and finally stopped in front of Nietzsche.

"Are you willing to be my dance partner?" She smiled brightly, her voice was clear and sweet, with a hint of student youthfulness rather than flattery.

Nietzsche did not answer and instinctively took two steps back...

"Are you serious about taking a few steps back and planning to escape?" Fleur took a deep breath and clenched her fists unconsciously. Her original good mood was suddenly disturbed.

"Who knows what you want to do." Nietzsche shook his head vigorously and said with a frown.

He was different from those who had fallen into adolescence and had never even touched a girl's hand, and whose brains easily got hot. If he was thinking of conspiracy theories, he even thought that Fleur was trying to take revenge through the Yule Ball.

And he thought rationally: She is beautiful, but these will eventually disappear in time, just like tears disappear in the rain.

"Do you think I came here specifically for you?" Fleur was surprised at his arrogance, "To be honest, you are not my first consideration at all. If Cedric was not a warrior, I would have invited him first. "

What's even worse is that she actually wants to break up a beautiful couple.

"I hope that before Beauxbatons returns to school, Senior Sister Qiu Zhang will challenge you to a duel." Nietzsche said with his eyes crossed.

And she was a bad woman with a free will... But in his mind's ranking, she was still a little worse than Granger, and one Mary Watson worse than Irene Adler.

The girls around looked at him and Fleur and giggled, waiting for first-hand information on the latest reports in Hogwarts.

But Fleur didn't seem to want to be in a hurry. She pulled Nietzsche's sleeve down, walked through the crowd, and came to the frost-covered lawn. Nietzsche heard several disappointed sighs from behind.

Christmas is coming, and Hagrid is walking to school carrying several decorated trees.

"What do you think I am?" Fleur pulled up her collar and protected her smooth neck. She found a topic in the silence.

"What is a what?" Nietzsche was puzzled by her question. "A Beauxbatons wizard, a student...a warrior who uses a bad character to protect his sister?"

He deliberately missed the Veela issue and said that the other party's bad character was just an act.

This also led to the fact that even though Nietzsche's words were not pleasant to hear, she was still very satisfied with the answer.

"You see...this is why I invited you." Furong looked at the 'spaceship' in the sky, put her hands together, and took two puffs of warm air into her palms, "If the dance starts, my dance partner will just giggle. , that’s so embarrassing.”

In fact, not only Fleur, but also Madame Maxime’s ‘standard etiquette’ are the same:

The giant bloodline represents ‘chaos’, ‘ignorance’ and ‘foolishness’, while the Veela represents ‘beauty’, ‘dignity’ and other beautiful images;

Madame Maxime and Fleur are rebels. They are using opposite images to break and destroy the existing semiotics of wizard society. This is like the 'rebel punk' that was once popular in British society.

Yes, in Nietzsche's eyes...or rather, throughout history, blood is not important, identity is.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll do something to you again?" He flicked his wrist and waved the wand in front of the other person's eyes.

"Maybe... but this fear may also allow me to better control my abilities." Fleur was not frightened by him, but smiled at him.

"Oh, I thought you were trying to get back at Hermione."

"You reminded me." She said teasingly, "It makes me happy to think that a genius who even our Principal Maxim admires is jealous of me. Maybe you can help me with the second project. "

Afterwards, she stopped talking and waited quietly for Nietzsche's answer.

Fleur does have a face that makes many men go crazy, a voice and body curves that make girls jealous, plus magic power that radiates out all the time, but even so, Nietzsche still has to say:

"But, I refuse."

"Why?" Fleur didn't look shocked, but still asked.

"Because of magic... I can feel it..." Nietzsche suddenly laughed, "Forget it, if you want to find some wizards who will not be affected by you, I think the Ravenclaw group will focus on The person you like will suit you.”

He ignored the disappointment that flashed through her eyes like lightning, and just stood behind her and waved.

When Fleur turned around completely and walked alone under the Christmas tree outside Hogwarts Castle, Nietzsche whispered a spell, and a silvery white mist gradually floated around him.

After all, this is realized through some means, and it is not really 'love', it can only be regarded as desire.

At this time, he saw Hermione running out of the main entrance of the hall and met Fleur. Nietzsche rubbed his stiff face, smiled again, and walked over pretending that nothing happened.

"You...you..." Hermione took a deep breath and said out of breath, "You just..."

"Fleur invited me to be his dance partner." Nietzsche said sadly, "She is so beautiful, isn't she?"

"Did she use some shameful tricks? I knew it!" Hermione bared her front teeth, but then she caught a glimpse of the corner of Nietzsche's mouth, which had just twitched.

I wanted to laugh, but immediately stopped myself.

So she let go of Nietzsche's arm and swung it to the side forcefully.

"Well, it seems that you already have a dance partner... Then I can only invite others, but it's a pity that suit." Hermione pretended to be hesitant, "You don't suggest that I wear it as a gift to you?" A hat? It goes well with my dress."

The way Nietzsche looked at Hermione seemed familiar, like...what?

oh! By the way, it’s just like the civet cat that sees someone walking into an alley, suddenly jumps out from the roof to beg for food, fails, and leaves with a brick tail wagging in disgust.

So Nietzsche continued nonchalantly: "Your poor dancing skills were learned with me under the guidance of Shylock. In order to prevent you from trampling others and causing jokes, I didn't agree to her. "

"Ha! So someone who is going to be my dance partner is unlucky?" Hermione said, glaring at him.

"A certain...you haven't even thought about your dance partner?"

"I have thought about it, of course I have thought about it, that person is you! If being my dance partner is an unlucky thing, why should I sacrifice others? You said---right---"

Her face was very dazzling in the snowy sky, and even the white breath and snowflakes she exhaled could not stop the red color.

"Then I will reluctantly become their 'savior'." Nietzsche bit his lip and pretended to be calm and walked to the dormitory. He couldn't wait to roll on the bed.

Think of it as a warm-up preparation in advance for the dance.

Chapter 245 So Nietzsche drank secretly

It was snowing heavily, and Durmstrang's sails were covered with transparent icicles and hoarfrost. Every night, they could see through the ceiling of the auditorium, as if there were two moons in the sky.

In the Slytherin common room, everyone was crowded together, sharing interesting stories about each other's dance partners, and no one cared about the homework assigned by the professors.

And on the second night after Nietzsche became his dance partner, they held a party to celebrate.

But as for Hermione, ever since he accepted the other party's 'invitation', he had not seen her during the Christmas holidays. Every time he asked Ginny, he could only get some vague answers.

"This is just a ball, it's like an engagement party." Nietzsche walked around and found that everyone was immersed in their own world, so he played with the fire dragon for a while before returning to the lounge.

He let out an attention-grabbing grunt while sitting boredly by the fireplace to warm himself.

With the Black Lake frozen over, there was less natural light in the Slytherin common room, and they had to light extra fires and candles to do so.

"Are you nervous?" Theodore glanced at him and said directly and clearly.

"No."

How could he be nervous over such a trivial matter? It was just a dance with the warrior.

"Then you should be nervous." Theodore said the opposite on purpose, as if he was looking for trouble.

"Do you want to listen to what you are saying..."

"No, no, no, listen to me." He interrupted Nietzsche's impatience and explained, "I know you are very smart and rational, but if you want to take this opportunity to go further, you need to try to feel the girl's mood "

Theodore talked like a playboy.

His dance partner was Eloise Midgen, an inconspicuous girl in Gryffindor. Her hands were quite long, but Nietzsche only felt that he was looking for a reason to show off. After all, he had never I've seen Theodore hold someone's hand.

"Eloise was looked down upon by no one because of her acne and pimples, but now? Even Seamus of Gryffindor is jealous of me. That's what I'm saying... If you look at it rationally, I A white swan will be missed.”