Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

In order to make those crucibles and glasses more precise, Nietzsche manually drew scales on them.

"Yes, I can finally appreciate the old bat's admiration for potions." Nietzsche dropped two drops of diluted Curling Wing Demon venom into the crucible filled with lake water. "It leaves no trace...more convenient... Hum."

"We caught some food from the Black Lake." Neville came over carrying a bunch of freshwater fish.

He carefully knelt down, put the thing on the ground first, and then used a branch to push the fish toward Smaug's mouth little by little. Neville didn't want to be bitten by the fire dragon.

But this is at most a sacrifice to Smaug, who now eats almost as much as Hagrid.

But it doesn't need to worry here, at least until it can go out to hunt animals on its own. The centaurs will always bring a complete deer or dozens of rabbits to Smaug after each patrol.

"It will never want to leave the Forbidden Forest in the future..." Ron said cheerfully.

Here, it has food, drink, and a bunch of strong centaurs to take care of it, which is more comfortable than the so-called fire dragon sanctuary.

At this time, a female centaur with brown hair and a grass crown came over carrying a large box of valerian, lavender, and sleepy beans. The raw materials of this kind of magic potion can be seen everywhere in the Forbidden Forest.

"This is... the raw material of the Living Hell Potion. You plan to use the sleeping potion and the amnesia potion together." Hermione suddenly realized something was wrong.

This is a N.E.W.T level powerful sleeping pill.

"It can make people sleep like a dead pig." Nietzsche picked up a needle and took some of the brewed potion, "But the two potions cannot be mixed, so my current problem is not making the potion. "

"You mean...to separate the two potions and inject them one after another?" Hermione thought for a moment.

"Yes, I want to add a piece of vacuum tape inside, but the needle tube is too thin, so... only the transfiguration technique can meet my requirements."

If it had been anyone else, Hermione might have agreed.

She did not immediately take the feathered syringe, but crossed her arms, stood upright, and asked vigilantly.

"Reasons," Hermione said quietly.

"The centaurs have to protect their territory, and my way is more humanitarian..." Nietzsche turned towards the female horseman who had just carried the goods with a polite smile, "I hope you like this method."

Even if it is a female centaur, years of running and working in the Forbidden Forest have left mermaid lines on her slender exposed waist.

Sweat and dew followed the stripes of muscles, sliding from the lower part of the chest to the hair. Those leaves may also be some kind of medicinal herbs, because you can smell a faint fragrance.

"Sometimes we are really troubled by uninvited wizards, so... the centaurs will remember your help." The female centaur's clear voice penetrated into Hermione's ears.

It does sound like you are doing a good thing.

But Hermione knew that Nietzsche must have wanted to use this opportunity to achieve some purpose of his own.

"Look...this is not what I want to do, Hermione, you are helping others..." Nietzsche's voice was like a succubus in the Bible, pulling Hermione's mind into the abyss little by little.

Finally, she muttered helplessly: "Okay! I understand, but you are not allowed to hide yourself secretly!"

Don't bring such dangerous things with you. Hermione is stubborn at her best.

"No problem, you are the only partner recognized by Principal Dumbledore." Nietzsche handed the blowgun needle to the other party nonchalantly and said sincerely, "You know...I will never lie to you."

"You can't lie..." Hermione gritted her teeth, took the opportunity to grab his left hand, and leaned forward slightly.

From the current distance, both of them could clearly feel the other's breath on their faces, but at least it was effective, because Hermione captured the embarrassment and fright on Nietzsche's face.

Apparently, he wasn't calm about everything.

"Dear, do you think I will believe you?" Hermione's voice was trembling because of the trembling.

"At least I am ninety percent honest." Nietzsche heard the sound of bubbles exploding in the crucible and said with a grim face, "The potion will fail. The temperature of Smaug's flame is higher than what we usually burn ourselves."

He moved forward, running his tongue over his teeth in his mouth.

While stirring with the wand, glance to the side from time to time, no more than three seconds at a time.

And Hermione is like a ball escape bird who has won a fight. She has finally touched Nietzsche's lifeblood, but this method cannot be used frequently because she cannot let the other party get used to it, so she must be careful every time.

Ron took Neville to admire the centaurs together, euphemistically saying they were observing the living habits of the creatures... This actually surprised Hagrid.

Harry was in charge and the other centaurs who came back from the patrol, sliced ​​the meat with a knife, roasted part of it for himself at night, and left part for Smaug.

With Hermione's help, the Living Hell Potion and Forgetting Potion were quickly brewed.

"Are you sure this can make those wizards leave?" Bain picked up a needle with his fingernail and put it in front of his nose to check. "This looks worse than our bows and arrows and iron spears."

"One stick of this... is enough to make a small horned beast unconscious." Nietzsche casually rubbed the remaining powder on the wings of the fire dragon.

Smaug: Roar?

Stun, forget, a combo is enough to make the invader forget something forever.

The centaurs do not need to worry about their territory being invaded, and they can also prevent being expelled by the Ministry of Magic for harming wizards... After a long period of understanding, Nietzsche understood the arrogant and rigid character of the centaurs.

Because they do not admit that they are called "people" together with those dark creatures, they are classified as magical creatures by the Ministry of Magic.

Magical creatures that hurt wizards need to be punished.

"If you forget something while you are in a coma, you will not notice it... everything seems to be just a dream." Nietzsche introduced the miraculous effect of the magic potion in application, "It is as casual as forgetting a dream you have had. "

There was no need to take responsibility at all, and after-sales service was provided - the other party had forgotten about the whole thing, so naturally there was no 'complaint'.

After a brief discussion, Bain immediately asked the remaining centaurs in charge of hunting to put on blowpipes, and the ammunition belts were pinned directly to their chests, which made their temperament of old jungle hunters even more abrupt.

As for the changes in the Forbidden Forest, Draco naturally didn't know.

At this time, he was still eager to win over the future student union president Lucien Bol.

"Dean Snape said that as long as we have solid evidence, he can drive away a criminal who keeps a fire dragon privately. Then I will ask my father to publicize your hero in the newspaper... The student council president cannot run away."

Draco sat on the single sofa in the lounge, crossing his legs and holding a glass of wine high.

Of course, it's just regular grape juice inside.

"Is it just Hagrid?" Lucian glanced at the students sitting in a row with Draco as the center.

Draco didn't speak, just turned his body, held his head in his hands, and nodded lazily towards Daphne, who was their foreign minister.

"Of course it's more than that. You have to know that Slytherin's Holmes is also an accomplice who knew and failed to report~" Daphne smiled.

"Prefect Lucian, don't you think he's going a little too far?" Draco added to the anger, "You despise the majesty of the prefect, play divisive in Slytherin, do you still have school rules in your eyes?!"

"But his recent momentum... cannot be underestimated." Lucien hesitated.

It's not that he just let it go. The main reason is that he has no way to start. Once he makes things difficult for the other party at this time and is seen by other Slytherins, it will only make the split situation more serious.

In a sense, purebloods need half-bloods and Muggles to assert their status.

"But what if the newspaper says 'Students who are friends with criminals'?" Draco was sure of this. "Reporters from the Daily Prophet have never struggled with money."

"Your father..." Lucian probed cautiously.

"Yes, I went back for Christmas. My dad hates this kind of people, so he supports me very much."

The experienced Lucian immediately agreed. He knew that this matter was not just Draco's attention. Obviously, it seemed that Malfoy wanted to take the opportunity to intervene in Hogwarts, and it would be best to replace Hagrid, the half-blood giant.

Daphne looked at the two people shaking hands and silently sipped the pumpkin juice.

How curious, Nietzsche...how would you defend yourself?

Finally the time was chosen by Prefect Lucian. It was Sunday and Slytherin's Quidditch team needed to train, so there was no chance that Warrington would have the chance to help Nietzsche.

"They're coming out...Goyle, get over there! You're squeezing me!" Pansy stood by the fountain in the courtyard.

She discovered that Hermione Granger and Nietzsche had just walked out of the classroom on the second floor, so she quickly asked Goyle to find Draco and others, but Pansy did not dodge, but exposed herself towards Granger. A mean laugh.

But Hermione and Nietzsche didn't seem to see her... to be precise, they probably couldn't see her at all.

"Pansy! Have they found you?" Draco rushed over from the lounge and looked around.

"Of course not, this is the Disguise Spell." Pansy's voice came out from in front of her, "Now they have gone down the courtyard stairs and are... heading towards the Forbidden Forest!"

"Good opportunity! Lucian, let's follow him quickly."

After the prefect applied the range of the Disillusionment Curse to several other people, Draco finally saw the girl with shaggy hair in front of him.

Counting Daphne, there were six people in total, and they kept a distance of about five meters from Nietzsche. This distance could ensure that the footsteps could not be heard, and at the same time, the figures of the other two would not disappear on the lawn.

Just as Goyle and Crabbe discovered Hagrid's hut, Draco grabbed them.

"Now the fire dragon is definitely not hiding there, don't go there." He was discovered by Granger that day.

Sure enough, Nietzsche and Hermione did not approach the house, but walked along the black lake to a dark path, and stood on the hillside when they found Harry Potter who met the two people.

Draco clenched his fists in excitement.

"But they went to the Forbidden Forest!" Crabbe hesitated.

"Don't worry, as long as the Illusion Curse is still there, we won't be discovered. We are too far away." Lucian ignored him and was the first to follow, "It's enough to see where they hide the fire dragon."

At that time, they only need to lead the dean there.

Draco and others entered the Forbidden Forest for the first time, so they held their wands tightly and took every step extremely slowly. To be on the safe side, Lucian also cast a whispering spell on several people.

"Quietus."

In this way, the sound of their footsteps on leaves and dirt would never attract Nietzsche's attention.

But as they went deeper, Goyle was the first to panic. His fat body always knocked others to the ground because he was trying to avoid the reptiles on the ground.

"Or...or let's leave here." Goyle said with his hands tucked in while wearing the hood of his school uniform.

"Coward, these animals can't see us!" Malfoy used his wand to drive away several passing vixens, "What are you worried about? Use your magic to protect yourself, idiot!"

But in addition to these, there were more creatures like fur balls.

"Why are there so many puffs here?" Daphne raised her foot and stepped over the jumping creatures.

"Stop arguing, they are gone..." Pansy stopped a few people and pointed to the front.

After passing through several bushes, Nietzsche and Hermione disappeared, which made her a little distressed.

"Look! What is that?" Daphne walked to where the others disappeared and found several marks on the tree trunks. "This is deep in the Forbidden Forest. Nietzsche and the others must have made some marks to identify the direction."

There was a horse hoof-like mark carved on each of the two tree trunks, and Daphne led the way through.

Pansy did not follow immediately, and waited until Daphne's affirmative voice sounded again from behind the bushes before pulling Draco forward.

Because the surrounding plants in the depths of the Forbidden Forest began to grow taller and more lush, Daphne could find two tree trunks with marks every few distances. She used her fingers to hold the gaps in the bark and jumped on the roots.

Draco still had a malicious smile on his face.

"When Hagrid is expelled, my father will put the dragon away... How could that stupid giant raise such a thing."

Daphne did not speak, but was uneasy because of the quiet Forbidden Forest.

Just when the others were secretly happy about it, there were suddenly several horse hoof sounds.

"Who's there?" A loud roar came from the woods in the distance, "Margaret, I smell a stranger... You take people to surround this place!"

Lucian stopped his horse and lowered his body.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. When the surrounding bushes were pushed aside, a sturdy centaur jumped out with the puffs.

When the black centaur came over with a blowpipe, Lucian couldn't help but cover his nose with his left hand, holding his breath as much as possible, while holding the wand with the other hand trembling.

"Bane! I don't see anyone..." The centaur turned his head and looked around for a few times, then turned his head and shouted.

"Impossible, my nose can distinguish any kind of herb." Bane took a run-up and jumped up on the tree trunk, "That's not the smell of Nietzsche's ponies, it might be an intruder."

Bane ran around Draco and others who were under the Disillusionment Curse, and this move scared them into a ball.

But as Margaret said, there was no figure.

"Maybe he heard the noise and ran away." Another centaur said.

"Run away..." Bane's eyes turned, as if he was thinking about something, "Who is our enemy?"

"Invaders."

The other centaurs were a little puzzled.

"What is the identity of the invader?" Bane stopped in the middle of the road and put the needle on the shoulder strap into the blowpipe, "It's a wizard. We are dealing with a cunning black wizard. We need to use our brains."

When the centaurs were confused, Mager was the first to understand what Bane said.

"I didn't expect you to use your brain one day." It raised its big hand and commanded, "Everyone get ready!"

"Magri... Although I am a little stupid, I will still learn. Nietzsche's little pony has awakened me." Bane sniffed and showed a cruel smile. He was more convinced now.

Lucian saw something was wrong, took a deep breath, and made up his mind to warn.

"Run!!" A loud noise suddenly came out on the deserted road.

"All the centaurs are indiscriminately attacking me!"

Draco's nightmare has just begun.