Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Volume 1: Chapter 66 Snape said nothing happened

When Nietzsche handed the things to Bane, he kindly reminded him:

Regarding how to deal with dark wizards, of course, we cannot rely on the usual hunting thinking mode. We must take corresponding measures according to the wizards' behavior habits... We must be careful to use the spell effect that can cover the traces.

So Goyle and Crabbe became the first unlucky ones because of their obesity.

The needles with feathers pierced through the thin school robes and shirts and pierced into their skin. The water of life and death entered the subcutaneous blood circulation system, and the effect was faster than drinking directly.

The two people who were pierced like hedgehogs closed their eyes and fell straight to the ground.

"We were discovered by Holmes?!" Draco held his head and plunged into the bushes.

Every time the surrounding bushes made a little movement, he would turn his head immediately.

"No, those are XXXX-level dangerous centaurs. There's no way they can find us." Lucien was very confident in his spell, "Run... faint!!"

Several spell lights appeared in the air, hitting a centaur from the gap between branches.

But the other party just staggered back a few steps, and after struggling to blow an arrow in the direction of the spell, he slowly fell to the ground. This scene made Bane even more angry.

Not only did the enemy not run away immediately, but they also fought back at them.

But no matter how much Draco and his men ran, how could they fight centaurs in the forest? And they never doubted Nietzsche from beginning to end, but only cursed the centaurs who were doing bad things.

'Is this a coincidence, or a trap set deliberately? 'Daphne stopped running and suddenly stood still.

"Run, why are you still standing there!" Pansy roared in a low voice.

"Parkinson, I know you don't like me, but how about I stay this time?" Daphne looked at the centaurs with disgust in her eyes, "For the glory of pure blood, the Greengrass family has no deserters."

Pansy was unbelievable about this, and even felt a little touched.

So she really ran away...

Daphne hid behind a tree, and when the disillusionment spell on her body was gradually lifted, she knew that Lucien had run far away, so she simply put the wand back into her waist and walked out with her hands raised high.

"I surrender!!"

Looking at the centaurs who surrounded her, sweat oozed from Daphne's forehead.

"Pony?" Magorie shouted in a shrill voice, surprised, "Stop! Let me handle this!"

"They went over there." Daphne didn't dare to move, she could only turn her eyes and look in the direction of Pansy's escape, "I won't stop them, I just want to ask one thing...Have you heard of Nietzsche?"

She was nervous, hoping that the centaurs in front of her would nod.

Margery just waved his hand, signaling the other centaurs to continue chasing, and he and Bane stayed where they were.

"It's no use telling his name..."

"It seems you know him, all right, you guys do it, I know the rules." Daphne turned her head and closed her eyes, but her heart was much more relaxed.

Now it was Bane and Margery's turn to be at a loss, and they didn't know whether Daphne was bluffing.

"Don't worry, there is water of life and death and... and forgetfulness potion in it." Margery showed some apology, "You won't feel pain, and we will throw your companions outside the Forbidden Forest when the time comes."

"Remember to tell Nietzsche that the person you met is Daphne Greengrass, he will understand..."

Daphne only felt that her arm was pricked by a needle, and then she felt dizzy and fell down.

With Daphne's previous guidance, the remaining three people did not escape, but before Lucien fell into a coma, he used a spell to make many centaurs faint or stiffen their legs.

After the centaur patrol returned to the tribe, the excited Bane also told Nietzsche about this.

"Several invisible wizards attacked us today, but... there was one called Daphne Greengrass, do you know her?"

"I know her, but I'm not familiar with her." Nietzsche laughed and changed the subject, "Don't worry, they will forget what happened today... By the way, let me help you solve the residual effects of black magic."

Several centaurs have completely lost their ability to move.

Some are unconscious, some are stiff, and those who are awake have four hooves twitching unconsciously, like a moon-crazed beast bathing in the moonlight.

"We can overcome this effect with herbs, and wait for a few days of rest to make the residual magic disappear..." Bane was a little reluctant, as if he didn't want the wizard to see the tribe members lose their ability to move.

"But are they willing to do nothing?" Nietzsche stroked the centaur's hair, "Of course, if they are officials of the British Ministry of Magic, they might take the opportunity to ask for a few days off."

No insider, here are some jokes from the Ministry of Magic that centaurs love to hear the most.

This trick worked well for Bane. He laughed loudly and liked Nietzsche's comparison of the sense of responsibility of the centaurs with those of the Ministry of Magic.

"The colt is right, Bane. We are not those lazy pigs in the Ministry of Magic!"

"The tribe's patrols cannot be short of people at this time."

The centaurs lying on the ground, recovering from the shock, shouted Nietzsche.

Most of these poisonous spells and curses can be broken with the universal breaking spell. Coupled with the knowledge Nietzsche learned from Professor Quirrell, even complex dance spells can be used to fight poison with freezing spells.

"Bain, you have finally made progress." Ronan walked to them and suddenly said something incomprehensible.

"Are you an old fool?" Bain said rudely, "Didn't I make any progress before?"

"It's amazing, right? Cooperation can always make things more perfect. I can see that your star in the Centaur constellation is shining brightly. I am happy for you..."

The wizard undoes the curse on the centaur. This scene looks so harmonious and natural.

But Bain glanced at it and deliberately asked, "Did you look at the stars with that lunatic Firenze again last night?"

Its prejudice against adult wizards is mostly strong.

Even with the little wizard brought by Hagrid, Bain could only talk to Nietzsche.

It and he can appreciate each other - Bain likes Nietzsche's respect for life, and Nietzsche likes Bain's freedom, but both of them will temporarily maintain a certain comfortable distance.

"Secondly... I don't hate all wizards, I just hate their... arrogance." Bain weighed the blowpipe in his hand and found that it was quite useful for wizards when paired with potions.

It's like centaurs never need wizards to define whether they are human or not.

"What about him?" Ronan became curious.

"I don't know... Hagrid likes us because of his love for magical animals, while Principal Dumbledore is kind of kind." Bain said seriously, "But talking to him, you can feel that you are not an animal.”

When they saw Nietzsche returning to Hermione and teasing the dragon, the centaurs noticed the calmness on Bain's face.

When Draco woke up, he found that the top of his head was not the crystal lamp and glass of Slytherin's bedroom, but the white ceiling. He remembered that he was not taking a lunch break in the dormitory.

Madam Pomfrey passed by his bed, bringing with her the pungent smell of potions.

"Are you awake?" Snape stood beside his bed and said coldly.

"Teach...Professor." Malfoy held his groggy head and said dullly, "Why am I in the school infirmary?"

Volume 1: Chapter 67 The Distinguished Guest in the Forbidden Forest

"It was Quirrell who sent you here. Who knows what you did, forget it...I'm not interested either."

Snape looked at the people lying on the bed and asked a few more questions. He found that none of them remembered what happened. He made some plans in his mind. When he turned around to get the white essence, a smile appeared on his lips.

The topic stopped there, and Malfoy and the prefects did not dare to make any sound for fear of offending the dean.

"Perhaps you have provoked Quirrell again. Because of you, Slytherin was deducted twenty points each."

"Twenty points? Each person?!" Pansy couldn't help but make a sound, "But we don't know what happened, Professor. It's possible that Quirrell attacked us."

"I hope you will maintain respect for the professor, Miss Parkinson, why can't you reflect on yourselves."

Snape spoke in a drawl, then brewed the white essence and handed it to the five people to drink.

"But Quirrell violently threw Draco out of the classroom last time. Maybe he was just unhappy with us..." Pansy complained about this.

"enough!"

Snape raised his index finger, causing Pansy Parkinson's tongue to stick to the roof of her mouth.

A hundred points were lost all of a sudden. Everyone can have a temper, not to mention that the person who deducted points was Professor Quirrell, who was usually the least popular among the people in the school infirmary.

"He won't be proud for long. Once this year is over, he will have no chance to continue serving. Don't continue to provoke a lunatic who wants to leave."

Regarding what happened, Draco could only know that he and his team were thinking of ways to take revenge on Quirrell and a professor, and then they were probably taught a lesson by the other party.

So much so that Draco and others could only blame Quirrell.

As the sun goes down, Nietzsche, Harry and others deep in the Forbidden Forest are speculating on Draco's current state.

"No!" The sudden roar startled Ron.

At this time, Hagrid should have led them out of the Forbidden Forest with Fang in hand, but they seemed particularly panicked tonight. If it weren't for Smaug enjoying dinner, they would have thought that this matter had been discovered.

Hagrid, who was carrying a giant crossbow, ran out from a narrow path leading to the dense forest, his hands covered with silver-white liquid.

"What are those things in your hands?" Ron took a few steps back.

"Unicorn blood, I just found it on the way here." Hagrid gasped and said intermittently, "This is the second time this month, come on... Harry, use whatever you want. Give me some water."

Nietzsche looked at the centaurs around him and found that they were whispering.

Ronan's face was full of sadness, and he was not surprised by Hagrid's words, as if it was expected.

"Speak slowly." Harry saw Hagrid was choked and immediately stepped forward and patted him on the back.

"I found the murderer of those animals, and tonight, he can't escape!" Hagrid ran to Ronan angrily, "Send the little wizard out...even if I beg you."

Ronan didn't answer him immediately. After about five minutes, he lowered his head and looked away from the night sky.

"It seems that the prediction of the stars is correct." He sighed, and then said, "Mars is very bright, which means war and blood... Bain, you take the patrol and go with Hagrid..."

But at this time, Bain was very hesitant, so he looked at Nietzsche.

"But they can't leave now." It said.

"I am glad that you have a good change, but I agree more with Firenze's astrology on this matter." Ronan said slowly, "But it is the most unsafe for the Potter children to stay here, and we can resist for the time being."

The centaurs always speak mysteriously.

Sometimes, Nietzsche really wondered if the way Headmaster Dumbledore spoke was learned from them.

"It's just an invader. What does this have to do with war and Harry Potter?" Hermione looked at them blankly.

Bain and Ronan didn't seem to want to reveal too much. As centaurs, they have always followed the natural selection, including their attitude towards prophecy-believing it.

It seems that everything is moving because of fate.

"Because the invader is that man!" A centaur with silver mane walked out of a lonely tent built with wooden frames and branches in the distance, "Bain, I'm glad you're starting to care about the people around you."

"Shut up, Firenze." Bain was very unhappy.

Hermione looked in the direction of the voice and saw the shining mane and platinum long hair under the moonlight.

Judging from Firenze's posture and tone, it is more like the centaur wise man in mythology. The centaur's eyes are as beautiful as sapphires, and the muscles on his body are streamlined and very symmetrical.

Nietzsche looked at Hermione's slightly surprised eyes and moved to Bain's side.

"Does it always show off like this?" he whispered.

"Always like this." Bain hugged his arms over his chest and nodded in agreement, "But many female centaurs here are like this..."

Firenze stepped across the stream flexibly and came to Harry's side, lifting his trimmed hair with his fingers. Many centaurs saw the scar on his forehead that could not be removed again.

This made Harry a little unhappy, and he took a few steps back, looking at each other warily.

"Hagrid and I will go find the unicorn and that guy, you follow Firenze and leave here." Bane patted Nietzsche's shoulder and called the rest of his companions.

Fortunately, with Nietzsche's help, the entire patrol was intact.

Firenze led Harry, Ron and others out of the camp from the opposite path. Along the way, they were panicked by the words of the centaurs, especially for Neville, who was timid.

"What does this have to do with that person?" Neville's voice contained uncontrollable fear.

"Because of the blood of the unicorn, child, killing a pure unicorn is a very cruel thing. Although its blood can prolong life, it will also be cursed... Think about it, who would do such an inhumane thing."

Firenze's words were like the claws of an owl, suddenly grabbing Neville's heart.

"But isn't he dead?!"

"I don't think so, Mr. Potter... Although this news is shocking, it is true." Firenze motioned for everyone to lower their heads and be careful of the falling branches, "He... is back."

Several people followed Firenze and ran out with their own thoughts.

Some were worried and some were afraid, and Hermione was naturally the former. She just wanted to comfort Harry, but suddenly found that he fell to the ground.

Harry covered his forehead in pain, and felt that his head was as if it was burned by fire.

"I can feel it, I see the green light..."