Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Her eyes were fixed on the front, as if Nietzsche would suddenly disappear if she wasn't careful.

What could Nietzsche do? He could only sigh and acquiesce to this behavior, and he could only wave his wand to restore the destroyed buildings.

"Let's talk about something happy." He said mysteriously, "I have scouted, you can maintain an arc line of defense to control the spread of the opposite side, Smaug will help you clean up the nest of the Acromanthus first."

Relying on mobility to pull out an arc line of defense in the Forbidden Forest is to prevent the funnel from expanding. Nietzsche has always only asked the centaurs to contain, but his teammates like to fight desperately.

Smaug and the Acromanthus are old enemies. They have been trying to kill each other completely since the second grade.

Of course, this is just a saying. The real situation is that Smaug only kills and the Acromanthus only kills.

"I never doubted Smaug's power. As long as there is a fire dragon to contain Aragog's children, the rest of the stupid giants and foreign beasts are no problem for the centaurs..." Bane showed off his muscles.

Vampires, werewolves and other virus-carrying creatures cannot infect centaurs, who are magical animals. This is also why Bane and his team can rely on nature to repel waves of invasion.

But venom is different. If the poison of the eight-eyed giant spider is not treated in time, it may die in a few hours.

There are also those infernal corpses that only drill out of the soil at midnight. They cannot be really killed. They can only be turned into ashes under the burning of flames and the irradiation of sunlight. Therefore, the fire dragon group and the rest of the deployment are needed as a pincer attack.

"One?" Nietzsche smiled and said in a sarcastic manner, "Tsk, do you think I will let you die?"

"Why, can you still shout ten?" Bane asked with bulging eyes.

"Of course not... But Smaug can, I can guarantee that there are at least ten fire dragons, and they are the most aggressive Hebridean black dragons." Nietzsche spoke with a heavy breath.

Yes, that's it, he likes to see the other's face gradually twisted.

The kind of face that first shows a little disdain, then gradually turns into doubt and questioning, and finally shock and surprise. The muscles of the whole face have undergone many clever and subtle changes in just one minute.

"Do you know what you look like now?" Bane twisted the branch into a twist with force, saying jealously.

"What?" Nietzsche asked curiously.

"A male centaur in the matriarchal centaur tribe..."

This is not wrong. Now Nietzsche is socially dead. After leaving the mess and the follow-up matters that need to be dealt with, he is backed by Hermione and Smaug.

"Alia!" Bane shouted towards an area surrounded by wooden fences.

The centaur girl, whose body was covered by only a few leaves, ran over. Her eyes were as charming as grass-green gems, and her abdomen with a vest line was still covered with sweat and dew from the herbs.

To say "beautiful" was too thin, and to say "cute" was too frivolous.

"Let's celebrate tonight!" Bain roared with great momentum, "Let the light of Jupiter baptize us!"

"Go and call Firenze..."

"That 'leaf lover' can come if he wants."

This strange nickname didn't sound in line with the centaur's momentum, and seemed to be a certain kind of ridicule.

But at this moment, a ball of fire suddenly appeared in the air, and then those bright flames formed a piece of parchment, which floated lightly and passed between the two centaurs with a strange falling trajectory, and just fell in front of Nietzsche.

This method reminded Nietzsche of the Goblet of Fire.

The font on the parchment was slightly tilted, with neat spacing and size. There were some wet marks on the parchment, and it smelled like lemon juice. It was obviously sent by Headmaster Dumbledore.

It said:

'Nietzsche, whom I haven't seen for a long time:

If possible, I hope you can come to the office before dinner. Given your inexplicable nervous thinking, just come alone secretly. I don't want you and Severus to mess up the headmaster's office.

Headmaster Dumbledore

Password: As I stated. '

"It seems that our dinner needs to be postponed." Nietzsche did not cover it up, so that the other two centaurs could see the contents of the envelope.

"The headmaster also found out that you are alive? But it seems that he didn't tell anyone else about it." Bain said.

"I scared him here..." Nietzsche said softly, "In fact, for someone like me, disappearing on the spot after everything is over is the most appropriate choice, which is not a bad thing for everyone."

"You humans just like trouble."

Chapter 380 Dumbledore plans to retire

"Iced lemon juice."

The ugly gargoyle in the corridor did not move. It seems that the password is not this. Nietzsche pondered for a while about Principal Dumbledore and the pitiful drinks in the wizarding world.

"Sour soda."

The password was correct, and the wall behind the stone beast split in half, revealing an automatically ascending spiral staircase. Nietzsche stepped on one of the steps and began to rotate, and finally came to a golden-edged oak door.

Nietzsche picked up the brass handle and knocked on the door.

"Come in, the door is not locked." The oak door opened automatically.

Dumbledore was feeding the extraordinary phoenix Fawkes. It seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time. Some of the male and female principals on the wall were dozing in a daze, and some ran away to who knows where.

When the principal and Phoenix heard the footsteps, they raised their heads at the same time and looked at Nietzsche with interest.

"Can you take off your beard?" He made a request that was unclear, but his tone was very casual.

"I thought you would need more time, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." Nietzsche removed his beard and arranged his hair into the loose appearance before.

"After I came to my senses, I went to the auditorium to check the number of people again. I have to say that Miss Granger imitated very well. If it weren't for the flaws you deliberately left, I might have been kept in the dark."

After gathering the fragmented information, Nietzsche knew the general process:

Polyjuice Potion was tampered with by Slughorn with the tacit consent, causing slight deviations in the transformation from time to time. Dumbledore could roughly find out that it was Hermione by looking up the deviation points in the transformation time and the whereabouts of 'Vader'. .

Of course, after that, it was either speculation, or Marvolo was caught and asked a few questions...

Poor Marvolo Sisyphus.

Dumbledore said seriously: "You can obviously tell me directly, it's just a matter of one sentence."

He stood up, walked around the table, and sat in front of the principal's desk, pretending to be worried about the safety of the students, but Nietzsche noticed a smile behind his beard.

This is purely selling dog meat with a sheep's head!

So Nietzsche looked at Dumbledore and slowly told a story:

"A young witch was bullied by Muggles in an environment where the two worlds were closed to each other. As a result, one of her brothers joined forces with the Wiccan Party, which was spurned by the European Ministry of Magic, and vowed to break the Statute of Secrecy."

"But later, due to an accident such as... a magical accident, the girl died. As a result, her brother parted ways with the Wiccan Party. The sudden tragedy made his thoughts become extremely conservative overnight."

"There was a rift between the girl's two brothers, and they rarely interacted with each other..."

"Tell me, Mr. Headmaster, how can you make a conservative old wizard who has experienced severe trauma let down his guard?"

He paid attention to the highly respected Hogwarts principal in front of him, who rarely showed emotion when faced with anything. He could no longer maintain his composure in the context of this story, and his long gray beard was trembling with heavy breathing.

But while speaking, Nietzsche also relaxed his Occlumency without any concealment.

They sat across the desk, as if soldiers from two different countries with the river as the border were warning each other, restraining their magic and not letting the unstamped parchments fly everywhere.

Nietzsche worked hard and his face slowly darkened.

"Miss Granger? No, I can use anyone to achieve what I want." He gave the instructions calmly.

As long as he wants to...but he won't do it, because he will always be Sherlock Holmes, not Moriarty who ignores social morality and has no empathy.

Two pairs of bright blue eyes looked at each other, two different thoughts colliding with each other in another realm.

"You are very tired..." Dumbledore said suddenly.

"Nonsense." Nietzsche reached into the snack bowl and grabbed a chocolate cockroach that was about to turn out from the edge of the bowl. He felt the sweetness of the chocolate syrup and said, "Please, rule the world or something... It’s so vulgar.”

At first he was involved in the Moriarty case, then he stopped the conspiracy, and finally the purge of Downing Street was just out of revenge.

In the words of the centaur Bain: He can be protected by Smaug and Hermione, and can live his whole life in peace. At worst, wouldn't it be better to find other stimulation in the future?

Nietzsche looked around and found many exquisite wine bottles placed on one of the tables with slender legs.

"Bo---"

He uncorked the bottle and poured it into the cup that appeared out of thin air.

"You won't be an adult until next year." Dumbledore raised his wand, causing part of the slowly falling wine to fall into the cup he had finished drinking sour soda. "Also, there is a small mistake in the story you told."

"What... burp!" Nietzsche frowned and began to sort out the details in his mind.

As he spoke, a stream of fiery gas rose from his stomach, and he spit out a slender flame like a fire dragon, which made Phoenix Fox scream twice with joy.

"I did not join forces with the Umno Party. The reason why I did not stop the Umno Party immediately was because I was escaping - I provided some of the ideas."

"Before the emergence of the Wiccan Party?" Nietzsche pondered the meaning of this sentence, and a storm quickly arose in his mind palace. He took a big sip of Fire Dragon whiskey and said, "You mean Grindelwald...the school doctor?" Room people?”

Every time he spoke a word, sparks would float out of his nostrils and mouth along with his breath. Smaug would definitely like this scene if he saw it.

Dumbledore nodded silently.

"Who killed that girl? I have seen countless people, including myself, be the same - lost to power. For several years, I was worried that the situation would not happen again, until I discovered Granger a few days ago. Miss's negligence," the principal said.

According to Dumbledore's current thinking, I am afraid that his sister's death is not only Grindelwald's fault, but also his own.

That accident was the inevitable result of countless accidents. After that, Dumbledore kept himself and those who were ambitious away from power.

What concerns him is: If I had never thought of breaking the "Secrecy Act", would nothing happen next?

The great wizard who single-handedly overpowered two generations of Dark Lords, in Nietzsche's eyes was just an old man regretting the past, because he saw a tear slipping from the corner of the principal's eye.

Although the teardrop had not yet fallen, it was evaporated by Fox's wings.

"Therefore, I respect your choice." Dumbledore took a deep breath and smiled again on his face, "And given the current situation, no one can stop you and Miss Granger from doing anything. You two."

Nietzsche curled his lips and stretched leisurely.

Who knows what the relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore, as Professor Grendel, is. It doesn't matter to him, even if these two people have some big secrets that can shock the world's wizards, he doesn't care.

A doubt about identity was left behind, nothing more.

"You want to save him, right? Use the legend of the Deathly Hallows to escape death," Nietzsche said softly.

"While searching for the Horcruxes, Gellert paid a lot of price for me in order to atone for his sins." Dumbledore explained, "But I can't find the Resurrection Stone... Logically speaking, it should be in the Gaunt family. ..”

He looked at Nietzsche as if asking if this had anything to do with him.

"Maybe it was taken away by Voldemort, and he is now very interested in the remaining Horcruxes."

Dumbledore did not show any unnecessary emotions when he heard the bad news, because he was convinced that since this matter was related to Nietzsche, he must have a plan to deal with it.

So the principal quietly added an ice ball to the Fire Dragon Whiskey and motioned for him to continue.

"I asked Peter Pettigrew to convey a series of misinformation such as that you were cursed. Voldemort would think that Hogwarts was empty, and would use this opportunity to attack from the Forbidden Forest in an attempt to gain a foothold..." Nietzsche said.

The Horcrux may have been taken away by Voldemort. With his extremely crazy temperament, there is a high probability that he will use the resurrection stone to threaten him.

"No, he saw the alliance between Muggles and wizards during the Battle of the Ministry of Magic. He would not think about occupying Hogwarts. He repeatedly inquired about the school to get the last Horcrux." Dumbledore added.

"The last Horcrux is at school?"

"It's possible. I'm afraid that when I asked Armando to reject him as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he took advantage of that time to hide the Horcrux somewhere."

Even Dumbledore didn't dare to pat his chest and talk nonsense in the secret room in the school. Otherwise, in the second grade, it would be Nietzsche's turn to ride a fire dragon and fight in it, but the principal would be the first one to fly in and burn it with Gubler's fire. Bare.

This is both good news and troublesome.

Just as his consciousness was trapped by alcohol, Dumbledore pulled out a stack of test papers from under the table.

"Here are the exams and OWLs papers you missed before." said the headmaster. "I don't want to introduce the chocolate card with a few paragraphs before retiring. During my tenure as the headmaster of Hogwarts, there was a student in the school who did not graduate. "

Chapter 381 Daily life before the decisive battle

Good news: Nietzsche can go on a long vacation under the banner of ‘Darth Vader’.

Bad news: He still has to take a make-up exam.

After Nietzsche returned to school, Hermione, who had resumed her daily activities, had two more joys: First, she could go to the Forbidden Forest to tease the fire dragon; second, she could go to the Slug Club to supervise Nietzsche's make-up exam.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is ready to retire?" During the lunch break after class, Hermione loved to rest on Nietzsche's lap.

She is very concerned about the principal's retirement plan... No, strictly speaking, she is more concerned about the next principal Ji.

"Yes, he plans to accompany his old friends to the old house in Nurmengard to spend a peaceful old age." Nietzsche said, "Old people are like this. They feel that they are about to retire, so they want to find a place that is secluded from the world. A place to fight for.”

"Like you?" Hermione took a hard bite.

Feeling the stinging pain in his thigh flesh, Nietzsche grinned. He couldn't figure out who he learned this trick from.

Smaug?