Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

There was already a case in front of him, and Draco obviously understood what would happen if he floated in the air.

"In terms of the number of spells, Nietzsche can never surpass Marcus now." George took out his wand and put the tip of the wand next to his lips, like a professional game commentator.

"Brother, don't forget that Marcus still has to maintain the armor spell, and the student's magic power is not enough to support the consumption of both ends."

Nietzsche insisted on controlling Malfoy, and it was unrealistic to dodge spells as frequently as before.

He knew that if he wanted to keep the situation balanced, he had to find a way to get rid of Malfoy while the other party was breathing, and his spirit and attention had to be focused on controlling magic.

"Quick--attack--repel!" Marcus shouted with all his strength.

Nietzsche felt like he was hit head-on by an angry bison, and the whole person turned backwards.

He covered his abdomen and pressed his fingertips lightly and tentatively, only to find that his ribs might be broken, his head was buzzing because of the violent impact, and he also lost a certain degree of hearing.

Facing Marcus's relentless pressure, he could only prop himself up with his elbows and slowly walk towards him.

But Nietzsche seized the opportunity in his heart---when Marcus shouted the repulse spell for the third time, the original two-second preparation time became four seconds, which meant that the opponent's magic power had reached the bottom.

"What's your plan?" Ron jumped anxiously, as if he was the wizard who was knocked down, "Hermione, didn't you say that as long as Nietzsche persisted for ten minutes, he wouldn't lose?"

"Damn, Neville won't go to find his toad temporarily..." Hermione was also a little depressed, "I calculated it correctly!"

She wanted to stand up to help, but was stopped by the Weasley twins, because Hermione would only speed up the blood flow if she did any more intense exercise.

So all Hermione could do now was to hope that Neville could be of some use at the critical moment.

But they thought wrong about one thing, that is, judgment... On the note in Warrington, Marcus's irritable impatience and the moves in the duel were clearly recorded.

The opponent is good at repelling spells and barrier spells, that is, as long as it is not a spell like petrification that can make Nietzsche lose his ability to move instantly, it will not affect his control over Malfoy.

Nietzsche was knocked down again and again by Marcus who was firing at full power, but the pain only made him more sober.

Malfoy, whose feet were slightly off the ground, felt a shake and shouted excitedly: "That's right! Flint, that's it, don't give him time to control the floating spell!"

The dawn of victory has arrived. As long as Nietzsche loses control of the spell, Malfoy will land and the situation will instantly return to one-on-two.

But he thought too simply, shaking is just shaking...

For the first time, Marcus felt inexplicably panicked. The opponent was like an indestructible cockroach. Every time he was repelled, Nietzsche could get up, as if the only way to stop him from moving forward was to kill him.

He was puzzled and soon understood what the opponent's purpose was under such absolute strength.

"Your wound..." Marcus's hands began to tremble.

Turning his head to look at Malfoy who was issuing orders to him from behind, and then looking at Nietzsche in front of him, a huge gap was placed in front of Marcus.

Nietzsche not only did not retreat, but walked towards him.

How many times has this happened?

Looking at the panting Marcus, Nietzsche seized the opportunity at this moment.

"Sorry, for the sake of fairness, let me think... let him out." Nietzsche bent his waist and raised his hands to Malfoy like an old man, and then the other party's body began to bend.

Imagine him as a piece of paper.

It has nothing to do with size, regardless of the level of magic, it is just out of Nietzsche's subconscious disgust.

That's it, while maintaining the "floating" state, the "twisting" effect is applied to the target.

Draco, suspended in the air, saw the armor spell gradually dissipate, and fear climbed up his back in the dark night. Then, including the Slytherins, they all saw an even more horrifying scene:

Draco Malfoy was hung up, and with a "click", the joints of both arms were all dislocated.

Among the audience, only George and Fred saw it clearly first.

"So that's it. In order to prevent Malfoy from getting out of control, Nietzsche chose to take Marcus's spell with his body... He could sense that the other party couldn't take care of both ends at the same time."

"Nietzsche saw through any slight change of Marcus. It's incredible. He is a natural chaser."

Malfoy's screams were particularly harsh in the night sky before curfew, but when the sound spread to the castle, the wizards lying by the windows just thought it was a bird calling.

Crabbe and Goyle under the trees had already started to retreat.

Hermione heard Pansy first curse at a few people, then rushed out of the crowd, ran to Draco, and dragged him back.

"There are only two of us left now." Marcus looked at the other side fearfully, "Your wounds are not enough to sustain a second battle..."

After his stamina was exhausted, Nietzsche was hit by two repulsive spells, one leg-locking spell, and one stinging spell. If it were any other wizard, they would have no energy to resist, let alone concentrate.

Nietzsche refocused his mind on the wand and raised his hand with difficulty.

"But I just maintained control, so my magic power is better than yours." Nietzsche, who was under the leg-locking spell, stood with his legs together, "I said, the battle is not over yet..."

During a duel, Marcus usually makes his opponent feel pain while he is awake. This will make the opponent lose the ability to think. This is his usual method.

Things like the Petrification Curse and the Freezing Curse were not within his scope of study at all.

But Nietzsche is the natural enemy of this kind of people, because pain is a kind of firewood to him. The more pain he feels, the more intense the will in his heart will burn.

This tragic posture was something Hermione and Harry had never seen before. Strictly speaking, they had never seen these injuries on Nietzsche. Usually, people standing opposite him would have such injuries.

"Really? Are you sure you can cast it again?"

Marcus glanced at Nietzsche, who was trembling all over, with a ferocious expression on his face, and took the first step forward.

Suddenly, several frog calls came from above the lakeside, and a toad suddenly jumped down from the hillside. The first thing Harry and Ron thought of was Neville's Leif.

But it turns out they were right.

"Leif, please run slower...Professor McGonagall should be here..."

The one who came with Leif was the Head of Gryffindor. The person who knocked on the office door tonight turned out to be the child of the Longbottom family. At first, she thought Neville was here to study, but when she heard his words, her face immediately brightened. Turned cloudy.

Two freshmen dueling? And there are also fourth grade students involved?

Moreover, Neville Longbottom waited until the two parties started fighting before he hurried over to tell her.

Professor McGonagall first looked at Malfoy, who was leaning against a dead tree trunk with his arms drooped, and then noticed Nietzsche, who was dirty and had a bruised nose and face.

Neville took the opportunity to pick up the toad again and looked at Hermione.

This is not because Hermione did this intentionally, but because there is really not much good news about Marcus. Even the Weasley duo, who usually look down on Slytherin the most, have to affirm each other's strength.

This was Hermione's helpless plan B: there was no winner or loser... It was just that the professor heard the noise and accidentally discovered a few people dueling in private.

"Potter!" She looked behind Nietzsche, disbelieving her eyes even more, "Miss Granger, you...don't tell me that you were also involved."

Hermione lowered her head in shame, not daring to look directly at the dean's complicated expression.

But at this time, Nietzsche, who was supported by Neville, interrupted and said: "Professor, Malfoy and I are both Slytherins..."

"Ah...that's right!" Neville felt himself being poked with a wand and immediately stammered, "Hermione asked me to tell you, Professor."

Professor McGonagall stared at Neville. This child of the Longbottom family had always been honest and would not lie. Then he flicked his wand and conjured up several stretchers to lift up the injured people.

In the end, Slytherin deducted ten points...

Hermione was relieved when she heard that Gryffindor had escaped. Apparently Professor McGonagall believed what Neville said and also cursed Nietzsche several times in her heart.

She thought to herself: She is obviously Nietzsche's assistant, so why shouldn't Gryffindor deduct points... No! Granger, what are you thinking? This kind of thinking is unacceptable!

Madam Pomfrey was numb.

What's the matter? One week into school, people come to the infirmary every once in a while.

"Professor, we..."

"Shut up!" McGonagall, who was wearing an emerald green wizard robe, interrupted Malfoy's sophistry, "As for your duel, I think Dean Snape should come over in person!!"

A cloud of silvery white smoke came out of the tip of her wand, then formed into a kitten and ran out of the window above the hospital bed.

It's amazing that when the kitten made of white mist passed by Nietzsche, the negative emotions that had not dissipated began to slowly recede, and he unconsciously recalled some scenes that made him happy.

Madam Pomfrey on the other side, after applying potion to Hermione's ankle, began to check Draco's injury.

She said solemnly: "Your joke is too much. That girl was poisoned by the poisonous snake's neurotoxin, and both of your arms were dislocated, as if they were twisted..."

But Madam Pomfrey did not find any traces of dark magic left behind by the spell inside.

Did Draco just have a fight with Hagrid?

"Who did you fight?"

Draco pointed at Nietzsche, who was sitting across an empty bed. His injury seemed to be more serious than his own.

So Pomfrey asked: "What spell did you use? If you don't want the other party to leave any permanent scars, tell me quickly."

"Levitation spell."

This dark magic sounds a bit strange...wait, levitation spell? ?

"I'm not kidding, kid." Madam Pomfrey told him a little angry, "I don't care what the reason for your duel is, but at least let me know what spells you used."

Now everyone was crowded into the infirmary. Under the light, they all saw those arms, which looked completely different in the dark night.

The entire hand was completely twisted, the shoulder blade joints fell off, the palms were facing up, the muscles turned purple due to lack of blood circulation, and Draco Malfoy had completely lost consciousness.

"Of course the levitating spell won't leave dark magic scars. You just need to restore the joints of his arms to their original positions..."

"Click~"

Madam Pomfrey tried, and Malfoy screamed louder as the shoulder joint healed.

"You did it on purpose, right?"

Under Hermione's gaze, Nietzsche shrugged.

He can guarantee that he never thought of this, but so far, it seems to be working well.

No matter what, as long as it works, Madam Pomfrey completely ignored Nietzsche's levitation spell. After all her years of practice, no one could use a levitation spell to cause such harm to a wizard.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

When the door to the infirmary opened again, Snape came in with a dark face.

Volume 1: Chapter 30 Pureblood is dead!

When everyone thought this was just an ordinary wizard duel, only Hermione, who knew him well, knew that Nietzsche was serious.

"Duel? I think you still have too much energy." Snape stood in front of the hospital bed, his face gloomy, "Draco, you are too indulgent..."

Then he turned his head and said to Nietzsche: "And you, Nietzsche Holmes, are lucky enough to survive the senior wizard duel. You should be lucky that your opponent is a troll."

Of course, Professor McGonagall mentioned Flint standing in the corner and Harry at the door, and they were not spared either.

"As for our Quidditch captain, of course he is willing to continue playing for his team for one more year."

"Ah~ Potter, it's a pity that you're not the one lying here today, watching the show."

However, Snape knew how to measure. After simply checking the injuries of the three, he was shocked by Nietzsche's injuries. He even put the tongue that was spraying venom back into his mouth and stopped taunting.

The left rib was broken due to the impact, and the bruised knee joint was still stained with some dirt and grass. The left arm was bruised, the eyes were slightly protruding, and he had a slight concussion.

According to common sense, a normal person should have passed out.

Snape thought for a moment, then pulled Madam Pomfrey and asked in a deep voice: "You shouldn't use the resuscitation spell for this kind of injury. You should..."

"Of course I didn't! That child was conscious when he was delivered!"

Of course Madam Pomfrey understands the side effects of the Resuscitation Curse. Although this spell can wake people up from coma and can offset a single coma spell, its awakening actually overdraws the energy of the comatose.

Unless it is an emergency or a battle, it will never be used casually.

She looked at Nietzsche, who had just taken the chocolate frog from Neville, and felt a little weird.

"Originally, I planned to ask again tomorrow." Snape nodded, turned away, and sneered, showing his yellow teeth, "Then let me tell you straight, who is the initiator of the duel, and who is the winner..."

"Severus!" Professor McGonagall shouted angrily.

This is unreasonable in Professor McGonagall's opinion. These people who participated in the duel should all be punished.

"I think they should understand the meaning of the duel instead of treating it as a game... But if it is not a duel between wizards, you two--how many kinds of potions I know, you will suffer as much as you want."

Whether it was to avoid punishment or not, Nietzsche and Malfoy both nodded in agreement.

"I'm glad that the dean is willing to be a witness to the duel." Nietzsche was half lying on the bed with a bandage on his left hand, leaning on a pillow. "According to the bet, Malfoy can never mention his miserable bloodline...any words in front of me. "

Draco turned his head sharply, and just as he was about to raise his hand, he gasped in pain.

"I haven't lost! Marcus hasn't quit yet!"

This is a shame.

As a pureblood, he was forbidden to talk about his bloodline in front of the Mudbloods. This was something that had never happened in Slytherin. In this academy, bloodline meant the most basic status.