Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

If he was with Hermione, he would definitely help her block it with the Armor Charm, because he wanted Hermione not to be hurt...

Then the "hand that offsets danger" can be translated as the common strength of both parties. In this way, this "blood alliance" can also grow with the growth of him and Hermione. As long as one party can resist, the other party can also resist.

In this way, both parties can avoid hurting themselves.

Ah~ Lily, what a great woman, Nietzsche sincerely thanked her for her contribution to magic.

Facing the magnified lens, he carefully pointed his magic wand at the crack, while repairing the "Knight's Oath" and putting his will into it.

The rune became shiny again under the injection of magic power, and Nietzsche did not dare to neglect it. He must firmly maintain his own ideas and cannot waver in any way. As long as there is a slight doubt, then he will fail.

'As long as the magic power has not dried up and life still exists, then I will return it in full. ’

Chapter 269 Blood blends, blood alliance is born

“I figured out one thing, Dumbledore must know something...Okay, take that thing out..." Hermione whispered.

In June, one weekend before the competition, Hermione did not study under the guidance of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as usual. After seeing him come out of the basement, she grabbed his sleeve and dragged him to the other side.

It seems that she has been waiting here for a long time.

“What to take?” Nietzsche was a little unhappy, he was still thinking of leaving a surprise.

“Horcrux.” Hermione hooked his arm and smiled at the passing Beauxbatons students, and then pushed him out of the castle.

After the second project, the students of Beauxbatons always had a faint awe of Hermione, and Fleur and her relationship also improved a lot, so he was dragged to an unmanned lawn.

The moment the warm sun shone on them, Crookshanks and Nietzsche, who was relieved, snored at the same time.

"Dumbledore knew that Voldemort would be resurrected, but he still wanted Harry to win the game. This must be what Riddle said..." She turned back and forth anxiously on the vast grassland, "Will there be any problems? He is Voldemort's soul."

The weather was very refreshing, but Hermione had no mood to enjoy it at all.

When she thought about facing the resurrected Voldemort and ensuring Harry Potter's safety, she was in no mood to hang out with Ginny, Qiu Zhang and the others every day and talk about her warrior boyfriend.

Oh, it turned out that she was looking for little Tom~

Nietzsche held her hands that were touching him everywhere. In fact, he would not carry the Horcrux around.

"I can guess a little..." Nietzsche patted the back of his hand gently, indicating not to worry, "It may be related to Lily's ancient magic. Dumbledore wants to use blood as a medium to prevent Voldemort from hurting Harry."

He told Hermione about his discovery of rune magic a while ago, and a series of inferences combined with magic made her head dizzy.

Voldemort needs Harry to be resurrected, so he must need something from him, and the magic and alchemy involved in reshaping the body are also the areas that Dumbledore and Riddle are good at.

Nietzsche used his fingertips to draw a lightning symbol on Hermione's palm, and then pointed to his forehead.

"Isn't his scar caused by the killing curse?" She stopped in surprise, staring at the tip of her shoe, "Is it proof that Lily's will protected him?"

"Yes, it's great."

She seemed to be still digesting this matter, like a Muggle who was confused by the spell and was spinning around the wizard settlement, full of all kinds of doubts and anxieties.

Nietzsche took this opportunity to shake his arm, and the golden pendant fell out of his sleeve. He took it and shook it in front of Hermione deliberately.

"To be honest... Lily Potter's experience gave me a lot of inspiration." He pretended to be calm and said, "I repaired this thing. Although it can't be called perfect, I can at least sense that danger is coming to you."

Surprise!

The sun shone on the corners of the diamond-shaped pendant, and the light it reflected made Hermione's pupils look like chocolates wrapped in gold foil.

Hermione suddenly felt uneasy. Her face, which would not change even if she flirted with him in front of her friends, turned red at this moment. Her eyes were stagnant for a few seconds, and then became dazed.

She was like a tumbler swaying in the wind.

"Is this a token?" She twisted her fingers together, and her heart felt like a rabbit jumping up and down.

"In fact, this is a protection mechanism." Nietzsche looked at the other party seriously, but he seemed to treat this matter as an insignificant matter, "Of course, you have the final say on what it is."

Hermione didn't know how to catch the necklace hanging on his finger.

Then she looked at the castle in the distance and said angrily, "You should have told me earlier... I didn't change my clothes, and I didn't have time to take care of my hair..."

"Don't be silly, when did I care about you?" Nietzsche said again, "Is there any difference between the nerdy look you had when you were a child and now? Come on, who else can I look up to besides you?"

In his heart, Hermione was the only one who was qualified to compete with him, and the only partner who understood him.

Although it was the truth, it was a bit too much.

Hermione's original girlish demeanor was completely destroyed. She quickly put away the shame on her face and stepped on him viciously, but her hands still held the golden bottle-like pendant honestly.

"I'll treat it as your token... Don't regret it!" She said with a grin.

The Whomping Willow in the distance was threatening the Durmstrang ship above their heads. In the warm sunlight, it passed through the leaves and cast spots of light on the two people through the new leaves.

"Then what? How to do it?" Hermione said softly.

"Let me think... blood as a medium... split into pieces." Nietzsche first stretched out his right hand, and the Cutting Curse cut a wound about four centimeters long on his palm according to his mind, "I hope you can bear it."

The bright red blood flowed along the lines on the palm, and then was brought to the ground by gravity, and several red marks suddenly appeared on the green grass.

"Bear with it? I've been through worse things." Hermione imitated him and also cut a wound on her palm without frowning.

This is what Nietzsche likes about Hermione. She doesn't cry all the time, and she's not so pretentious. If you remove her hard-to-change rule-abiding character, Hermione is simply a replica of him.

Well, he suddenly found that he was a little narcissistic...

The two interlocked their fingers and hung the pendant between their palms.

'Haggett.

We are connected in mind and we will never betray each other.

No matter which party is hurt, the other party will sacrifice magic power and turn into a hand to resist danger, protecting each other in an undisturbed kingdom. '

They will protect each other, overthrow the Statute of Secrecy together, move towards a new world together, and stand together as humans (wizards, Muggles, and intelligent creatures that will not hinder the development of the world) move towards a new order of the universe.

The blood stopped flowing down and gradually rose with the pendant.

His blood mixed with Hermione's, and entered the pendant, filling the middle, like a blood-red gem inlaid in the center of the diamond-shaped pendant. Then the remaining blood formed a slot and sealed the bottle mouth.

The "blood alliance" that belonged to the two of them was completed.

The rune symbol that looked like a golden tree was no longer the black crack that it was at the beginning. It was slightly flickering with the sun-like light that it should have emitted.

"You take it." Nietzsche looked down at the blood coagulated in his palm.

He suddenly felt a sense of relief that he had never felt before, as if he had completed something very important, and he would never need to spend any energy on this matter again in his life.

If I have to describe it, it would be - reassurance.

Not only reassurance of Hermione's safety, but also in various senses.

Hermione pulled her collar and took a long breath. She hung the necklace around her neck again, but this time, the meaning was different.

"Did you drink the Bafe brain wakener today?" She cleared her throat and said in a calm and trembling tone.

"No, not yet..."

"Very good."

Then Nietzsche's mouth was bitten.

Is she a cat?

Chapter 270 The opening of the last game

On the day of the game, the castle was particularly lively inside and outside. Large numbers of wizards came here from Hogsmeade or other unknown wizard villages just to witness the Triwizard Tournament.

The four deans stayed in the hall or the auditorium, welcoming every audience without any pretense.

"Harry, Harry!" Sirius Black pushed Filch, who was maintaining order, away and rushed to the Gryffindor table excitedly, "We are here to watch you play!"

Lupin was embarrassed and apologized to Filch for his friend's behavior.

He is like this. Born a werewolf, he values ​​hard-earned friendship too much. Once a friend does something wrong, he can only come to cover it.

At this time, Nietzsche also dressed up. He wore a clean and sporty tailcoat, a brown hat with a rolled brim, and walked over with a cane. Fortunately, he did not have the quirks of Sherlock and Mycroft.

"Professor Lupin, is everything okay?" he said.

"Very good! Child... Thanks to the potion formula you gave me, I don't have to bother so much now." Lupin opened his clothes, revealing the small wine bottle inside, and said gently, "Just call me Remus."

Lupin looked over his head and cast his eyes to Gryffindor.

The warriors of the Triwizard Tournament can invite relatives to watch the game. They are obviously Harry's relatives, so the Dursleys are naturally forgotten... Although that family will not come either.

Not only Lupin and Black, but also the Weasleys.

Nietzsche could see Mrs. Weasley kissing Harry's cheek. At this moment, a pair of heavy hands covered his shoulders. He turned his head and found that it was Mr. Weasley.

Arthur was stronger and more stable than before, but the only thing that hadn't changed was the smile on his face.

"Oh, thank you so much, I really like my current job... I didn't expect Muggles to have so many whimsical ideas." He asked enthusiastically, "Where are Granger's parents? Aren't they coming?"

To be honest, it was Hermione who didn't let her parents come to watch the game. She didn't like the current wizarding world so much, and there was no need to disappoint them.

"Actually, this..." Nietzsche scratched his face awkwardly.

"In fact, he will watch the game as Miss Granger's relative." Snape walked in from the door with a blank expression, "What are you thinking, letting two Muggles go to the magic world to watch the show? Arthur, your brain is not that useful."

Nietzsche could understand what the dean meant. After all, it involved Voldemort and a bunch of Death Eaters. Letting two Muggles come now is tantamount to going to Germany in 1931 to become soap.

However, Arthur thought the dean was mocking the Muggles, so he simply turned his head and ignored him.

"You? Relatives? Hahaha... Very good, Molly and I were still taking a walk at four in the morning." Arthur gave Snape a stinky face, then turned his head and smiled again.

Psycho, as Hermione's relative, he can sit with the professor, so it will be convenient for him to set off!

Don't just talk about your love affair back then!

Following the relatives of the warriors was the delegation of the Ministry of Magic. Amidst the noise, a brand new car flew from the sky to the lawn of Hogwarts Castle, followed by Umbridge and the Minister.

Arthur seemed very dissatisfied with Cornelius Fudge. When the other party just shook hands with everyone in a big way, he ran to the side with a cold face.

But when he ran, Nietzsche was noticed.

"Mr. Holmes~" Fudge's face was greasy, and he staggered to him and stretched out his fat fingers, "Come here... Come here, take a photo with this young winner of the Order of Merlin!"

Nietzsche was very reluctant, but he could only force a smile.

Think about it on the bright side, no one is more useful than Fudge.

He became a monkey being watched for a while, and a large group of people rushed to see who was taking a photo with Minister Fudge. He was more noticeable than the other warriors.

Facing several flashes, Nietzsche subconsciously covered his face with his hands.

"Thanks to this child, the Ministry of Magic can afford to support programs that could not be done before... Yes, I will vigorously promote cooperation with Muggles and provide sufficient funds for St. Mungo's Hospital."

At least if he has a good relationship with Nietzsche, Fudge doesn't have to worry about no one voting in the ministerial election.

I don't know how much money the Ministry of Magic has made by relying on the wizard factory, but the minister can't close his mouth with a smile.

"Regarding Mr. Crouch, I can only feel sorry for this." Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped his crocodile tears. "He is obviously not in a good condition now and should retire in time."

Nietzsche was sick of it. If he remembered correctly, in the first year, the other party always talked about the "Statute of Secrecy".

Protect secrets... Whose secrets?

Please, that's a lot of gold. A magic car can sell for three hundred galleons. If Fudge doesn't agree, those goblins from Gringotts will probably be the first to attack the Ministry of Magic.

But Umbridge was not happy. She was pushed aside by the minister, her eyes full of hatred.

The old woman seemed to think that Nietzsche had taken her place. After all, she usually stood beside Fudge on the cover of the Daily Prophet.

"Minister, you are going to the opening ceremony!" He shook his shoulders and calmly moved the fat finger away from his shoulder.

Nietzsche pointed at the people in the courtyard. Principal Maxim's cheeks were red with anger, and Karkaroff leaned against the door frame boredly, staring coldly at every member of the Ministry of Magic who passed by.

When the minister just moved his eyes over, his face tightened instantly, and after saying a few polite words, he sat in the guest of honor seat.

When the enchanted ceiling of Hogwarts turned from sky blue to dark purple, Dumbledore stood up and announced the start of the game, but the principal's eyes seemed to be fixed on Hermione.

People at every table cheered for their idols, and she stood up under the attention of everyone.

"Let Fleur and Krum out first, they can't beat you anyway." Nietzsche said softly.

"I know..." Hermione touched the necklace on her chest that contained the blood of the two people, and was satisfied with the second half of his words, "You will come, right?"

"I can feel it."

Once Hermione is in danger, his magic will be transferred to Hermione through rune magic, and at that moment, it will be the moment when he and Snape set off.