Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Volume 1: Chapter 64 So he is Gollum?

The long history of centaurs can be traced back to the time when European city-states were first established.

From Ronan's mouth, we can learn that they were very active at the beginning, so that every myth at that time would include centaurs, and they were mostly described as philosophical and warlike humanoids.

After learning that Nietzsche and Hermione were Muggle wizards, it suddenly became curious.

"I really don't know what the Muggles are like now. When our ancestors first came to this land, they sometimes helped people in various city-states learn astronomy... Muggles, they have always been very studious."

Ronan led a few people to watch the Norwegian Ridgeback drinking water by the lake, but Ron and Neville's eyes would always involuntarily move to the female centaurs on the other side, and they would immediately lower their heads after taking a look.

But the laughter from those playing in the water was like a hook, which would always pull the hearts of these young wizards who had never seen the world again.

"Then did you leave the outside world in the end because of the Statute of Secrecy that was introduced later?" Hermione sat on the soft and wet grass, and the surrounding environment made her begin to relax.

"Wizards' laws have nothing to do with us, but later because Muggles and our centaurs went against each other on many issues." Ronan said as he recalled, "They can't be in harmony with nature, so..."

Nietzsche heard the euphemism and appreciation in his mouth.

The euphemism is because the development of Muggles is always inseparable from land resources, which is inevitable, and the appreciation is because of the tenacity, loyalty, and courage of Muggles in the face of the unknown.

At this time, Smaug dragged a fish from the lake to the shore, but its body was still too small and it couldn't fly. Coupled with the resistance in the water and the struggle of the fish, it choked on several mouthfuls of cold water.

Nietzsche raised his hand slightly and floated back with it and the prey in his claws.

"But I heard that in many stories, there are people riding horses to fight together. Is that true?!" Hermione's eyes were shining, as if she was verifying the authenticity of some stories.

"That's all in the past. There should have been some." Ronan shook his head and said.

If nothing happened, the Muggles wouldn't record it.

Smaug tilted his head, staring at Nietzsche with his orange-red vertical pupils. It thought for a while before realizing that the two-legged beast in front of it helped... so the fish under its claws didn't completely belong to it.

It was the only fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest, how could it be so stingy?

So it used its sharp claws to split the fish in half, and then used its head to push the back half with the tail to Nietzsche's hand.

"I don't need it, but thank you anyway." Nietzsche poked the fish meat, looked at the blood and sticky saliva on it, and still looked a little nauseous.

But Smaug didn't care, his throat growled, and he looked at him with bulging eyes.

"Ahem... The fire dragon is a creature with a strong sense of self." Ronan cleared his throat and said in a weird tone, "You helped it, so it thinks you are a friend. If you don't accept it, it means you are rejecting its kindness."

Ronan, you are laughing, right! Definitely trying to hold back a laugh!

But Hermione had never seen Nietzsche in such an awkward state, and she suddenly felt that being dragged to the Forbidden Forest was a good choice.

"Don't you still want to train dragons? This won't do..." Hermione enjoyed seeing his embarrassment, and said with a smile, "Of course, from a hygienic point of view, I still suggest that you grill it."

She didn't wait for Nietzsche to think, and used a sharpened wooden stick to pick up the fish meat with ambergris, and put it on the fire in the middle of the crowd.

There is no problem after grilling, but... Nietzsche felt a little nauseous when he heard the fish meat being grilled and sizzling. If this Norwegian Ridgeback was a male, he would be even more unbearable.

Wait, what if it is a female dragon?

"Don't worry, we won't compete with you." Harry looked at him in a daze, so he comforted him.

In the end, Nietzsche did not lose to the sarcasm of Hermione and Harry, but to the gaze of Smaug. Only after seeing the other party take the first bite did he blink and turn around to taste his part.

Even if Nietzsche only tore off a small piece of meat with his teeth, it would be enough...

The winner of this day is the kind and generous Smaug~

In the following days, Smaug became a good helper for Nietzsche to dispel his emotions. Its lively appearance seemed to show the charm of vitality to the extreme (but not cute), so it made Nietzsche feel much better.

This is good news for Mercury. At least it doesn't have to worry about Nietzsche suddenly going to the Owl Shed to use it for some magic experiments.

In the spell class on Thursday to practice the Flying Spell, Malfoy secretly told Blaise and others something.

"I saw with my own eyes that stupid big guy Hagrid raised a dragon." Draco said confidently.

"Have you told the dean?" Blaise was more reserved than him, and said in a very calm tone, "This is a good opportunity, maybe we can get that dirty half-giant expelled."

"I did, but...but the dean didn't seem to believe it!"

"That's because you don't have evidence." Daphne suddenly interrupted, as if to remind him intentionally, "The dragon grows very fast, if it's still in school, it will definitely not be hidden."

Her words woke up Draco, yes, raising a dragon like that will definitely leave all kinds of traces.

When Pansy saw Draco, who was originally frowning, suddenly thanked Daphne happily, her brows furrowed and a sense of crisis emerged in her heart.

"Maybe you can ask the prefect to come forward. I heard that the student union president is about to graduate..."

Pansy turned sideways to separate the two people from each other, and at the same time let Draco's eyes return to her.

Regarding the student union president, the most intense competition is Percy from Gryffindor and Lucian from Slytherin. These two people are favored by their respective deans, while Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are simply not interested.

If Lucian catches Hagrid privately raising a dragon, it will be a first-class merit, and the throne of the next student union president will be stable.

"Yes! This is a good idea!" Draco discussed the plan with several people.

After finishing the next flying class, Daphne covered her face with a gauze scarf and hurried to the library on the fifth floor. In the quiet learning atmosphere, her eyes walked in and observed everyone passing by.

Because the final exams were approaching, there were many Slytherins among them, but they did not sit together as usual. It seemed that something had begun to disintegrate within Slytherin.

Finally, she saw Nietzsche Holmes sitting next to the library window.

"Tear it off. No one will notice you here." Nietzsche was writing a paper on "The Wide Application of Standard Spells" and said lazily.

"Even if there is only a small probability, I can't afford to gamble." Daphne lowered her voice and sat on the chair opposite him.

"So what is the reason that makes you take the risk to come to me? It can't be for chatting."

Daphne told everything about the spells class without reservation, and Nietzsche believed that she would not keep it.

"Well... It seems that you choose to bet on both sides, which is cheating." Nietzsche stopped writing with his quill and finally raised his head to look at him, "You reminded Malfoy over there, and you want to take credit for it here."

"Don't be silly, you are a smart person, I am helping you solve the problem in advance and reduce the risk."

Daphne corrected him.

In fact, according to her logic, she was helping Nietzsche to solve Draco, the venomous snake that followed closely, as soon as possible. The longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for the "Fire Dragon Incident".

The future represents uncertainty, and plans will only change due to various uncertain factors.

The first-year Muggle wizard in front of her changed other people's impression of Slytherin by relying on various events at the beginning, and even won over Warrington and struck out Marcus.

Sometimes, she couldn't tell whether those events were deliberately created by Nietzsche or just went with the flow.

"Aren't you worried that I will sow discord?" Nietzsche put the brown paper full of papers into the book, and crossed his fingers on the cover, "I just need to tell Draco a little..."

"You won't." Daphne never thought about it, "You are not that kind of person."

Although Daphne still insisted on certain rules, she couldn't help but start to have some doubts from the changes in Slytherin.

"Okay, thank you for your advice. I will keep an eye on Lucien and Gollum." Nietzsche seemed to be in a good mood. Even Daphne, who was born in an aristocratic family, could not find any problems with his interpersonal relationship.

Gollum?

Daphne did not understand the nickname he gave Malfoy.

As soon as she left, Nietzsche immediately took out a book about spells from the bookshelf and found the tracking methods and countermeasures commonly used by wizards in it.

'In order to ensure that their positions are not exposed, wizards usually use the Disillusionment Spell to achieve their goals. Those who are proficient in this spell can reach the level of an invisibility cloak... Remember: this does not make you disappear on the spot. '

When the class was over the next day, Nietzsche took his equipment from the Potions classroom.

"Bain!" He shouted at the rude centaur while stuffing firewood under the crucible.

"What's the matter?"

"If there are curled-winged demons in the Forbidden Forest, can you help me bring a few?" Nietzsche looked at his watch and wondered how long it would take Hermione to come.

"The centaurs are not your subordinates, colt..." Bain crushed a piece of bluestone with his hoof in annoyance, "Ronan can allow you to enter and exit freely, can't it satisfy your greedy hearts?!"

Nietzsche did not retreat because of the other party's temper, but just took a step back slightly and showed his empty hands.

"I heard about what happened in the Forbidden Forest recently. As long as you are willing to get some of the venom of the curled wing demon, I can make enough forgetfulness potion." He thanked Professor Snape for his potion science in his heart.

Now it was Bain's turn to be confused.

He had heard of some of the strange potions of wizards, but what did this have to do with patrolling.

"The venom of the curled wing demon has a forgetfulness effect. You can penetrate the potion into the skin of the invader... In this way, if you encounter poaching wizards, you can better expel them."

"We can choose to kill those who illegally enter the centaurs' territory. Our ladder can crush his spine." Bain said.

Is the poacher Batman?

"Yes, that's right, but what if the other party takes the legal procedure of the Ministry of Magic?" Nietzsche explained.

Among this group of patrol teams, there are always centaurs who know the pros and cons, so Magre came out and pulled the confused Bane aside. He suddenly felt that he should consider how to deal with wizards who destroy the balance of nature.

Killing is definitely not an option.

"What the pony said makes sense, Bane... Once someone dies, the Ministry of Magic will choose to expel them, and..." Mager's horse hooves stepped in small steps, "This is Hogwarts."

They didn't want to involve the principal of this school.

So what Nietzsche said was not unreasonable, they needed a correct way to expel poachers.

"No! That poacher... I've never seen such a person!" Bane roared angrily, "He killed the animals but didn't eat them, as if... as if he was just having fun!"

He seemed to have made up his mind and only wanted to use iron-blooded means to sanction.

But the problem is that the areas where the centaurs live are planned by the Ministry of Magic, and they have to listen to those slick wizards.

"We are centaurs! Bane, we are not banshees and vampires who are defined as 'people' just because they can speak." Mager advised, "We can't let the tribe be despised because of impulse!"

The hot-tempered Bane looked at Nietzsche, and his chest, which was initially bulging, finally deflated.

It walked over slowly, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a tone that it thought was the calmest about the dosage of the curled-wing demon venom required. It seemed that Bane would also listen to his companions' advice.

"It's safe in the places marked by the centaurs, so I will go to the curled-wing demon's nest to catch some." Bane didn't know the number in his mind, so he took out the empty water bottle hanging on his body and said, "Is it enough to fill this up?"

And Nietzsche was so happy... How much? Of course, the more the better!

Judging from the centaurs' ox horn wine bottle, there is at least one pint, about more than 400 milliliters.

"The forgetfulness potion made is enough for you to use for ten years." Nietzsche stretched out his hand, "In addition, I recommend you to use the blowgun, so... happy cooperation?"

Bane saw Nietzsche's etiquette of equality and respect, which seemed to be the first time he saw it. He was a little flustered for a while. He looked at the other's hands covered with mud, so he walked closer and lowered his head slightly.

When the two hands were held together, you can feel the difference in strength brought by the muscles.

"Okay, okay..." Nietzsche quickly pulled out his hand and shook it.

"It seems that you still need to exercise, pony. It seems that wizards are not omnipotent." Bain proudly shook his long hair and grinned, "What did you say... By the way, happy cooperation."

A few sharp voices came from his feet. Looking down, he found that Smaug was sharpening his claws with his cane.

At this time, the Norwegian Ridgeback was almost at his knees. The power of its tail alone could break a branch as thick as a wrist. Smaug, who had no competitors, developed faster than ordinary fire dragons.

"Ignite!" Nietzsche shook his wand.

It opened its mouth and spit out a ball of fire at Nietzsche, who immediately controlled it with a fire spell.

This is their way of playing, and Smaug doesn't have to worry about his fire burning down the centaurs' tents, so he likes Nietzsche even more...It's good to have someone to play with you.

"It's good to have you. I can directly save the process of summoning fire." Nietzsche divided the flames into several parts and let them fly into the bonfire in the centaurs' tribe.

Smaug didn't understand, but seeing that Nietzsche could play with him with a smile, he also barked.

Now everything is ready, just waiting for someone to come to the door~

It is not a good idea to trespass into the territory of the centaurs without permission, but the kind-hearted Nietzsche will only make Malfoy forget everything that happened in the Forbidden Forest like a nightmare.

Just pretend that nothing happened?

Volume 1: Chapter 65: Lure someone into a trap

(PS: Although there is only one update in the past few days, don't worry, it is about 5,000 words.)

As soon as Hermione came over, she saw the secret handover between the centaur Bane and Nietzsche.

Originally, she thought that the ox horn bottle should contain wine brewed by the centaurs themselves, but when the lid was opened, the sticky dark liquid inside brought Hermione's thoughts back to the potions class.

That is clearly the venom of the curled-winged demon.....

"Can you come over and give me a hand?" Nietzsche sat on a wooden block and snapped his fingers at the crucible.

It's the 'Fire Dragon Curse'!

Smaug swooped down and spit out a ball of hot dragon flame at the match under the crucible. After finishing, he proudly swung his tail and swung it towards Nietzsche.

"You are finally willing to practice your clumsy potion learning?" Hermione sat next to him.