Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Because Moriarty and Moran believed that the world could be created out of thin air, they lost one move to Nietzsche in the end.

Because the Prime Minister, like the wizard, ignored the house elves as a superior, he was killed by the elves.

Hermione gradually became obsessed with it... In fact, she liked to watch Nietzsche persuade others with exquisite words, and handle the diplomacy she hated most with ease.

Nietzsche took a few quick glances and let the gears in his brain begin to turn:

‘The Beauxbatons led by Madam Maxime has many mixed-race wizards, and the school rules are very open, but they are subject to objections from the wizarding world, so the school’s school spirit has become more conservative-such as extreme respect for the principal and professors. ’

The mixed-blood wizards here refer to wizards such as Veela, whose blood is mixed with the blood of magical animals, not wizard blood.

Therefore, he quickly understood what Madame Maxime needed.

Nietzsche wiped his wand and said softly: "Maybe this exchange will make you look like a 'performer,' but after the performance, it is you who will be remembered, isn't it?"

Answer: other people’s eyes.

A half-blood giant principal, Veela students, a school with only seven hundred years of history... Beauxbatons desperately wants the world to look at him differently.

"So...how many students do you need?" Madame Maxime stared at the blue eyes for a while, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The principal was seen nudging towards Fleur. Now they don't have to worry, Nietzsche and Hermione don't need to worry about Beauxbatons.

"Follow me." Fleur said without looking back.

The structure of Beauxbatons' rooms is different from that of Hogwarts. Because of the huge space, they can be connected in a circle. Passing through the banquet hall, you can reach the bookstore at the back from the passage next to the Christmas tree.

In this quiet room, it was difficult not to notice the visitors. Some people looked up from their books and looked at Fleur's new friends.

"Ahem!" Nietzsche cleared his throat vigorously, returned his gaze to the room and said, "In addition to the candidates for the last Goblet of Fire, I hope there will be thirty more people who have obtained 'O' in Defense Against the Dark Arts in OWLs. ' students.

More than fifty students took up their hands, and they became very interested when they heard "Goblet of Fire".

"Only for fourth years and above," Hermione added.

At least eleven little wizards retracted their hands angrily, but Nietzsche glanced at it and found that there was a delicate arm raised behind several senior students. He shook it vigorously as if he was afraid that he would not see it. shake.

"Gabriel!!" Fleur shouted angrily.

"Why? I want to participate too!" Gabrielle stood up like a spring and said with her hands on her hips.

"This is not for fun. This exchange meeting is far more dangerous than the Goblet of Fire." Fleur also told the others incidentally, "I hope you are mentally prepared. The mortality rate may be smaller than the Goblet of Fire, but it is missing an arm. There are definitely some legs.”

Her younger sister pulled away the seniors who were blocking the way, suddenly rushed over, held her arm and started acting coquettishly.

"But during the Goblet of Fire, didn't Madame Maxime also let me visit~" Gabrielle raised her head and looked at her sister with watery eyes, "Besides, I will be in fourth grade next year, I will definitely pass. OWLs exam.”

Nietzsche snapped his fingers, and an invisible hand made of magic pinched her shoulders, directly lifting her to the back of the study and hanging her on a hook above the fireplace.

The precise control and playing with the essence of magic made Fleur marvel.

"You have five chances. As long as you can touch your sister's clothes once, you will be considered qualified." He took out his wand and said to them with a smile, "Of course, for the sake of fairness, the same goes for you... .”

This behavior angered these students. You must know that Nietzsche is just a foreign guest, why would he dare to speak nonsense here.

However, some smart wizards saw Fleur retreating slightly and leaning against the door frame. They knew in their hearts that this matter was not as simple as Nietzsche said, but they did not want to see the school girl who was most favored by the principal being bullied.

"Is it okay if you touch Fleur's clothes?" a wizard asked.

"Yes, in any way," Nietzsche said confidently. "The curse also counts."

"There are more than fifty people here!"

"So what?"

Just when the wizards were taking Gabriel off the hook and planning to teach him a lesson, Fleur suddenly interrupted their actions, seemingly intending to plead for mercy.

"Wait a minute!" She hesitated and continued, "Mr. Holmes, can you at least give them a minute to prepare?"

He was begging for mercy, but he was not begging for mercy for Nietzsche. He was begging for mercy for the students in his own school.

Chapter 400 I'm in a hurry, let's go together

With his attention distracted, the gears of his brain began to turn. Nietzsche faced the nearly fifty "enemies" in front of him and began to analyze each frame and the possible attacks that would follow:

First of all, judging from the posture, the student on the left will take out the wand first, and will most likely use control magic such as the Petrification Curse or the Stunning Curse;

Secondly, the thighs of the students on the right are slightly bent, which indicates that they will squat down to avoid accidental injury. Finally, the second or third row of students from the rear wizard launches the second wave of offensive.

After analysis, practice begins.

"Petrify them all!" "Imprison them quickly!"

The hands of the students in the front row on the left were always lingering around their waists, so they were the first to draw out their wands. Dozens of spells flew towards Nietzsche, wiping the piles of books on the floor. Obviously, they believed that the way to achieve their goal was to knock him down first. The enemy in front of you.

It's straightforward, but not enough for slightly stronger enemies.

"Armored protection." Nie used the iron armor spell to block the first wave of attacks, and at the same time threw out a magic spell to the right, "Repel at full speed---"

Common Knockback Spell: Causes an enemy to be knocked away by the kinetic energy of a bull's impact.

Nietzsche's knockback spell: The blue-white beam hits an enemy, causing the magic power around the hit person to vibrate, causing a wider collision.

The students in the first row on the right only felt vague fluctuations starting to occur around them, and then they were knocked out as if by a high-speed moving stone wall, along with their companions who had just drawn out the magic spell behind them.

"Hang upside down on the golden hook---fainted!"

Perhaps his companions fell to the ground so quickly that the remaining people did not react. Nietzsche hung them all from the ceiling with his backhand, and then smashed them onto the sofa.

When everyone fell to the ground and groaned, Gabrielle, the only one still standing, belatedly took out her wand.

"Um...Expelliarmus..." She raised her wand awkwardly and pointed it tremblingly forward.

Before Gabrielle Delacour could finish reciting the spell, Nietzsche waved his left arm and hung the back collar of her dress on the hook above the fireplace.

"Want to deal with me?" Nietzsche put the wand up in front of his nose and said softly, "I failed the first time... Now, I will still give you one minute to prepare. No matter what method you use to touch Fleur, you will be considered qualified. "

Fleur's eyelids twitched. She always felt that this selection had a bit of Sherlock Holmes-like bad taste.

"It won't work if they only think about defeating Nietzsche." Hermione commented softly, "There is no spirit of sacrifice at all, and the purpose in their hearts is not clear enough."

Furong said angrily, "Although you are a couple, you don't need to be so protective. There are more than fifty people here!"

There are a lot of people, but... so what?

"From the beginning, Nietzsche only used the conventional wizard duel method." Hermione's eyebrows raised and lowered, explaining in a light tone, "Although he will not kill him, it does not mean that he will lose to this person. A bunch of brats.”

Hey~ She put her words here today and protected Nietzsche.

The second wave of offensive was launched. This time Beauxbatons' senior students were smarter. They began to use the bookshelves in the common room, the kicked over sofas and the long marble table as bunkers and began to advance slowly.

But they didn't seem to want to touch Fleur with harmless spells. They didn't even want to use the spark spell. They just kept pouring their magic onto Nietzsche.

Fleur looked at such dense spells flying around in the public study room, thinking that no one could escape. Even if Madame Maxime came, she would have to use the characteristics of a hybrid giant to resist several spells. However, she thought Wrong.

She saw many spells showing completely different effects while the magic effect remained unchanged.

Joan of Arc, what is that?

If she hadn't heard the spell in person, Fleur would never have believed that it was a barrier spell... She knew that the barrier spell used magic to hinder the target's movements and put the target into a slow state, but seeing the spell for the first time would also be affected.

Of course, not only her, but the students hiding in the bookshelf also saw it, and they roared in their hearts: 'The curse is suspended in mid-air? ’

Nietzsche naturally dodged those attacks, and then took advantage of their incantations to knock them down one by one with overwhelming force.

"Second...failure," he gasped, playing with the black walnut gauntlet.

The Beauxbatons students realized the gap in strength and became serious. They were able to rationally use the environment and cooperate with their companions to start alternating attacks, but it was still not enough and they still needed to continue to force them.

The little girl Gabrielle also used Veela's charm on Nietzsche. Although she was protected by Occlumency, it still made him slow down and almost failed to escape.

But this is useless, Nietzsche has too many trump cards.

After the Beauxbatons students rested for a few minutes to allow the magic in their bodies to recover, they immediately began their third charge.

This time, they used a new tactic: dividing the whole into three parts---using bunkers and magic spells to charge, hiding behind for cover, and specializing in maintaining the variant of the Iron Armor Curse, the 'Safe Guard Curse'.

"Protect everything---"

The Safeguarding Spell blessed by dozens of people could effectively resist Nietzsche's attack. This clear division of labor kept him busy for a while without using rune magic, which gave Fleur hope.

"Yes, catch him!" She waved her fist and said viciously, "Punch him in the face!"

It would be best to pinch his neck.

In this situation, Nietzsche could only divert part of his energy to 'protect Fleur' ​​and instead take steps forward.

"Buzz buzz---" The blue lightsaber began to wave in the crowd. In order not to cause obvious harm to these people, Nietzsche did not inject the will of the Cruciatus Curse, and also used magic to restrain the temperature.

Hermione found out the clues. She saw that the students who maintained the peace keeping charm seemed to be moving, trying to get closer to Fleur.

This was a 'hunt' without any suspense: the wizards responsible for defense were slowly approaching the target; the wizards responsible for covering immediately filled the vacancy after their companions fell to the ground; the wizards in the front row rushed forward one after another to catch Nietzsche.

They pounced and bit, and even gave up the face of wizards for the dignity of Beauxbatons. Even if they couldn't beat Nietzsche, they would bite his arm...

"This is simply suicide, just delaying time." Fleur frowned and said.

"But the right way." Hermione hugged her arms and leaned against the huge wooden door.

"What do you mean? They should find Nietzsche's weakness... weaken the armor spell first, instead of fighting in close combat like a giant... not to mention that they can't beat his 'giant' boyfriend."

"But every sacrifice is an effort to get closer to you, and they must push forward in this way."

Hermione saw it, so Nietzsche could also see it, but how to deal with it was another matter.

He personally picked up a petrified wizard and smashed the five people who rushed over, then stretched out his hand, and the magic power filled in the study grasped the invisible barrier of the Peace Guarding Charm in a breath.

The students in the barrier infused magic power, desperately slowing down the time for the cracks to spread. They were like villains in a crystal ball, and Nietzsche could smash them at any time.

"I admit that you are very good at observation, surpassing Hogwarts, but the power is not enough..." Nietzsche gradually raised his arm, allowing the people who cast the Peace Guarding Charm to start to leave the ground, "This is your shortcoming."

There is no way, the students of Beauxbatons are very mixed, unlike Hogwarts, which only accepts British residents.

It is precisely because of the complexity of this student group, coupled with the fact that there are many mixed-blood wizards, that they care a lot about the opinions of the outside world and the power of magic---they dare not easily practice magic on weekdays.

Unlike Hogwarts, there are always four colleges fighting.

The magic power of the ten senior students was ultimately inferior to the magic power of the outside world. They could not hold on any longer. The Peace Guarding Spell had reached its limit and was crushed alive by Nietzsche.

"Then you still failed..."

"No!" One of the wizards who was pinched to the point of bone pain interrupted Nietzsche, "We won this time!"

But it was obvious that none of them could break through the defense line, so how could they succeed again?

"Because they were covering me!" Gabrielle's voice suddenly appeared at the door.

Nietzsche turned his head and looked at the inconspicuous girl in surprise, who was holding her sister's clothes tightly. Fleur lowered her proud and beautiful head, and looked at her sister with a complicated heart.

No wonder... Gabrielle did not attack the first time, and did not even do it the second time. She just used the magic of the Veela to interfere a little and gave up.

In fact, she just gave a psychological hint: I can't beat you, and the magic of the Veela is the only thing I am good at.

The cover of more than 50 people was not to push the front line at all, but just to sacrifice themselves and control Nietzsche's sight distance, so that Gabrielle, the weakest one, could sneak away from behind the crowd.

"This is very dangerous." Furong didn't know whether to blame her or to celebrate for her.

"You are my sister, and I am your sister." Gabrielle said firmly.

Chapter 401 Neural Nodes

Gabrielle was an exception, but the rest of the senior students also passed, because Nietzsche hoped that they could understand the necessary sacrifices to achieve the goal.

But then again, he preferred the orderly cooperation and observation of Beauxbatons.

"It's a pity that Hogwarts admitted me..." Nietzsche squatted down and sat on the pile of books and sighed.

"Come on, haven't you made enough noise in England?" Hermione twisted his arm and threatened, "Or do you prefer Veela?"

"You're right, dear, I'm afraid no one can cover for me except you."

For the sake of happiness and health, Nietzsche took over her words very obediently... In fact, he was mainly afraid that Hermione would tell Mary in the future, and he didn't want to be twisted by two women at the same time.

Fleur came over with her sister in her arms, and she looked at the students who were cleaning the house in front of her with worried eyes.

丗"But they are going to deal with Voldemort, I hope you can protect these people."

"Don't worry." Hermione took the hidden badge from her chest pocket and pinned it on Gabrielle's golden hair, "This is the alchemy constructed by runes and Nietzsche's will, and you don't need to deal with Voldemort."

As a student of Beauxbatons who was deeply influenced by alchemy, Fleur seemed to feel the 'illusion' it brought: