Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

He seemed to have forgotten the other students, just turning back and forth between Harry and Nietzsche, while Hermione was busy finding Nietzsche's shortcomings before the professor looked over.

"How many mistletoe berries do you want? Potter." Snape stopped in front of Harry's desk and stared at the steps in his hands.

Hermione first brought Snape's perspective, corrected Nietzsche's problem with the weight of valerian, and immediately turned her attention to Harry, who was pulled by his clothes by Ron at the same table and quickly turned his eyes away.

Facing Snape, they used a set of flawless combination skills.

"Four berries, but if the potion wants to reduce the viscosity, you can reduce one appropriately." Harry lowered his head and answered.

"Very good..." Snape supported his hands on the table and leaned down, "It seems that our Mr. Potter is not just wandering around with his friends. Since the answer is correct, why are you still standing there?"

Just after letting Harry breathe a sigh of relief, he immediately turned his spearhead and killed a carbine.

Just as Hermione imagined, Snape first stopped Nietzsche from stirring, scraped his fingers in the grinding cup, and got some powder on it.

"What's the dosage?" His requirements for Nietzsche seemed to be stricter than anyone else.

"A ratio of one to three to the diluted Winged Demon Venom, Professor." Nietzsche said calmly, "Valerian has antispasmodic and analgesic effects, which can offset the side effects of Winged Demon Venom."

If it were any other student, Snape might have let it go, but not him.

This basic potion knowledge was not even considered an entry level in his requirements for Nietzsche, and could only be regarded as a performance of "barely equal to normal people in IQ."

"In fact, the Forgetfulness Potion is more effective than the Forgetfulness Charm, and it is not an illegal potion." Snape suddenly raised his voice, as if he remembered that he was in class, "In terms of pros and cons, the Forgetfulness Potion is better."

But Snape's eyes did not scan the classroom to pick out those Gryffindors who did not take notes, but stared at Nietzsche.

"Because the effect of the Winged Demon Venom is to make people forget bad memories, this leads to the relationship between the forgetfulness potion and the subjective thoughts of the user, which is more controllable than the forgetfulness spell."

Nietzsche almost memorized all the supplementary lessons before Christmas, which made Draco, who was waiting to see the joke, a little discouraged.

Then the question is, a wizard who has suffered mental trauma in the magic world and thinks that everything in the magic world is unfriendly, will he become a Muggle who can use magic after taking the forgetfulness potion?

"Professor! I saw Granger help him operate it!" Draco reported directly.

"Is there such a thing?" Snape pays great attention to potion learning, so his behavior is within Draco's expectations.

"Yes, there is, but..." Nietzsche pressed his palm downwards, signaling the professor not to worry, "Professor, I think partners are also an important part, only perfect cooperation can make the potion more perfect."

Who is Nietzsche?

Hermione's 'always reasonable man', as long as he does something, he can always find a high-sounding reason.

So Nietzsche hooked Hermione's shoulders, but the latter seemed helpless, but did not refute.

Hermione just hoped that when Professor Snape deducted points later, he would not include her in the score...

"Why can't you let Miss Parkinson learn more? Of course, I am not as good as Professor Snape in potions, so partners are also an important part of the potion process." Nietzsche praised Snape.

"You are quibbling!" Draco frowned and said with disdain.

"I only care whether you can produce the finished product today." Snape just threw out this ambiguous statement.

"Professor, have you ever had a partner in making potions before?" Nietzsche smiled and looked curiously at the Slytherin Dean who was deeply trusted by the headmaster.

"I have... In addition, Slytherin will be deducted one point because Mr. Holmes talked about irrelevant gossip in class."

After the potion class, Nietzsche immediately ran to the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid was holding Fang on the hill and waiting for a long time. When he saw Nietzsche waiting, he immediately jumped and waved his hands. He was more impatient than Ron and Harry.

As for the storage point of the dragon, Hagrid has moved it from his house to the Forbidden Forest.

"But Headmaster Dumbledore said that we can't go in." Neville was still a little timid, looking at the dark entrance, swallowing his throat, "It is said that there are many dangerous magical animals in here..."

"Dangerous?" Hagrid waved his hand nonchalantly, "That's all misunderstandings of wizards. In fact, they are all very cute."

Hagrid's job is to be responsible for the security outside the castle, and the Forbidden Forest is naturally his work area.

After Nietzsche heard Neville talk about the magical animals encountered by the Weasley brothers, he felt that the headmaster was really responsible in terms of employing people... because the Forbidden Forest can be regarded as the richest place in Hogwarts.

If Hagrid was not so honest, he could make a lot of gold Galleons just by selling potion raw materials.

"Follow closely, my friends are not very friendly." Hagrid led the way with the lantern that would never go out.

The Forbidden Forest was very humid, with only occasional light coming through the gaps between the leaves, so if you walked a little further in, you could see thick tree roots exposed on the ground. Ron tripped because of the fog and fell into the mud.

Nietzsche pulled out his cane and used his sword to cut off the branches that blocked his way.

When Hermione was walking through a bush, she suddenly felt something brushing against her calf and running away.

She stepped back again and again, knocking over Nietzsche behind her.

Fang rushed into the bushes while roaring, and as the leaves fell, a blue, round, fat bird was driven out, and then disappeared in front of Hermione with a "bang".

"That's not a snake, and... have you gained weight recently?" Nietzsche said with a smile.

"How do you know if I'm overweight?" Hermione wanted to apologize, but after hearing his "slander", she rolled her eyes and said, "Shut up! I gave up my afternoon tea time and was dragged here by you."

Cleaned up~

Listening to Hermione who was triggered, Ron slowed down and pulled Neville and Harry away.

"I don't know who else can stand her except Nietzsche..." Ron felt a little overwhelmed when he heard the complaints in front of him, "To be honest, we are good friends of Nietzsche, and it's great."

Neville cast an encouraging look at Nietzsche.

At least, when Nietzsche didn't leave, Hermione wouldn't catch them and talk too much.

"I think..." Harry rubbed his chin with his thumb and thought for a while, "They are a bit like my uncle and aunt. Sometimes when my aunt is nagging, Vernon will stare at the TV in a daze."

"So you mean Hermione likes Nietzsche?" Neville pulled Harry's head over and glanced ahead every time he said something.

"Hey~ Don't tell me, when my dad is tinkering with Muggle cars, my mom will talk on the side." Ron said, "Don't disturb them at this time, otherwise it will bring trouble to yourself...tsk tsk."

Ron and his two brothers have a deep understanding of this point.

The Forbidden Forest was so large that after walking for a while, they could not tell the direction. Hagrid walked under a tree and held up a lantern to check.

With the help of the firelight, Hermione and Nietzsche found a symbol carved by humans.

"We are in their territory. Now follow me closely and don't fall behind." Hagrid pulled away the grass and revealed a path behind. Many weeds were bent. This was a path walked by people.

The depths of the Forbidden Forest were so quiet that it was scary, but after getting used to it, Nietzsche could feel a kind of tranquility.

Ron was in an excited state because he always listened to George and Fred bragging about what happened in the Forbidden Forest, so he said: "It seems that I am the first Weasley family to go deep into the Forbidden Forest."

Occasionally there was a sound of shaking grass, but they thought it was some magical animal.

"Swoosh"

An arrow passed through the bushes and stopped Hagrid's pace.

Nietzsche and Hermione held their wands as quickly as possible, back to back, facing both sides, and reminded Harry and others to squat down and use the grass on the roadside as a cover.

"Wait, it's me! Rubeus!" Hagrid shouted hurriedly, "They are all my friends!!"

Someone started talking in the bushes in the distance.

After a whisper, the sound of horse hooves rang out, and the first thing that appeared from behind the tree trunks was a human head, followed by a horse body...The mysterious "friends" Hagrid was talking about were the centaurs living in the Forbidden Forest.

Some of them bent their bows and arrows, and some held black iron spears.

Nietzsche just drew a circle with his wand towards the centaurs, and they couldn't continue to pull the bowstrings even if they used all their strength. As Nietzsche stroked, all the weapons were crushed and bent by a huge force.

"Hagrid, you know we don't welcome wizards here..." The centaur with brown hair in the middle dug the soil with his front hooves restlessly.

Just now, this little wizard just used a spell to abolish all the weapons of everyone.

"They are just 'ponies'." Hagrid raised his hands, "Bane, we just came to see the dragon, and Ronan will not allow you to hurt the ponies."

"Hmph, don't use him to scare me!" Bain straightened the iron spear in front of everyone's eyes.

His streamlined muscles are just like the description in ancient Greek mythology, handsome, strong and young, the only difference is that his temper is not very good.

"Sorry, Hagrid." Another centaur came out with a little fear to smooth things over, "The Forbidden Forest has been very uneasy recently, and there are always some animals dying tragically, so we are protecting our own home."

Hagrid pressed down Nietzsche and Hermione's wands, and then blocked them with his tall body.

"Margaret, you know... I have an agreement with Ronan, so I will never let other wizards come to your territory."

"You can only represent yourself. Let's go. We never actively hurt foals." Margaret pulled out a bow and arrow from his sling and held it in his hand as a dagger. "Bain, continue patrolling."

The centaurs followed Margaret's example and used all the sharp objects around them as handy weapons.

"How can we be foals?" Harry waited until the group of centaurs walked away before speaking.

"That's because they promised Headmaster Dumbledore that they would not hurt young wizards, so according to the custom of the centaurs, they called you all "foals." Hagrid said worriedly, "They are very friendly to young wizards."

Neville was frightened. When he passed the tree trunk in front, he jumped and pulled out the arrow from it.

"Friendly? Is this a gift for meeting?" He then waved the arrow and scratched a mark on the wood.

"If you want, you can indeed keep it...and you also heard that this is just a temporary problem. Except for Bain, that guy has always had a bad temper."

Soon, not long after passing by the group of centaur patrols, I discovered a tent made of wood, leaves and vines.

The corridor of the centaurs tribe had a stream coming from the Black Lake, which converged into a lake in the center of the flat land. There, they saw many female centaurs, covered only with leaves, scooping water with wooden ladles.

The sounds of play and gurgling streams attracted the attention of Ron, Harry, and Neville.

"Natural clothing..." Even Nietzsche was not immune.

"Don't forget, you are here to visit the Fire Dragon!" Hermione pulled off her shawl and covered Nietzsche's head, covering his eyes.

"I know, I'm just observing the life of horse people." Nietzsche explained stubbornly, "Don't you think that horse people seem to be integrated with nature? For horse people, this may be a fashion."

He felt that Hermione must have misunderstood.

After all, I am observing living creatures, so I can't look at centaurs from a wizard's perspective... although they are all pretty good.

"It's just a grass skirt! That's all!" said Hermione.

"Actually, this is for the sake of you little wizards. Even clothes woven with nature will become an obstacle for us to be in nature." An old centaur came out and greeted Hagrid kindly.

It has brown-red hair and a long beard on its chin. It holds a huge stone basin in its hand.

The Charmander that worried Hagrid was twice as big as when it first hatched. It used its claws to scratch white marks on the stone basin, and spit out a small piece of flame from its mouth every time it burped.

The centaur would always smile and tilt his head back to keep his beard away from the fire.

"Ronan! It's so...god, I don't know how to thank you." Hagrid quickly took the fire dragon, "I thought you would refuse at first, after all, the fire dragon..."

"But no matter how much we hate it, it is still a part of nature." Ronan looked very steady.

"By the way, I heard from Bain and Margaery that a lot of things have happened in the Forbidden Forest recently. I will start to pay more attention..." Hagrid stepped aside and introduced to the other party, "These children will be there without me." Take care of it when you have time.”

As soon as Hermione pulled off Nietzsche's shawl, she was stunned.

What does this mean? Wait a minute... Aren't they only responsible for observation? Why do they need to take care of it?

"It's your business to take care of the fire dragon." Hermione's blank eyes lingered on Hagrid's face for a while before continuing, "Do you still expect us to run to the Forbidden Forest every day?"

"But I don't know how to train. What if it flies out one day?" Hagrid didn't think there was any problem.

"so..."

"That's why I want Nietzsche to come. He can always think of a way. Don't worry, no one will find you here. This is the only fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest!"

Nietzsche, who was squatting down and using his stick as a molar for the fire dragon, suddenly lost interest.

What do you mean, why does someone who works at Hogwarts like to exploit him? Besides, Nietzsche doesn't have free time every day.

"What's its name?" Ronan looked at the unreliable people and felt a sense of absurdity.

"Norbert!"

"Smaug!"

Nietzsche and Haig said at the same time.

The only fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest must of course correspond to the last giant dragon in Middle-earth.

"Then do we have to change the name to the Council of Elrond?" Hermione looked at the centaur tribe hidden in the Forbidden Forest and added, "If so, I want to be Galadriel."

"What kind of meeting is that?" Ron looked at the two people who smiled at each other.

Although he didn't understand it, it sounded very Muggle and cool.

"Because this is a secret meeting..." Nietzsche explained to several of them about the novel "The Lord of the Rings".

In that meeting, a group of people decided to destroy the Lord of the Rings, which decided the direction of one thing.

So, how could this not be a form of recognition for Hagrid's Charmander... What Nietzsche and Hermione meant was that at least Charmander could be decided to stay.

(Two in one five thousand chapters~)