Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Chapter 194 White Album, but the female lead is a fire dragon

After the mouse Spotted was sent away, Ron forgot about it immediately. Nietzsche would often see him carrying a brand-new birdcage, comparing the different kinds of owls with his friends, as if it were the first time he was seriously examining their differences.

But Nietzsche did not receive any news from Crookshan.

As he stepped out of the classroom after Friday afternoon's Charms class, he noticed a tall figure standing in the hallway; Hagrid's massive frame almost blocked the entire passage.

"I'm here!" Hagrid tried to tuck in his stomach so that the students could squeeze past him sideways.

Because he was much taller than the people in the corridor, Nietzsche was easily spotted. The other person reached out, grabbed his clothes with two fingers, and dragged him to the side of the stairs.

Hagrid's eyes darted away, and he shrank his neck... He always did this when he thought he had done something wrong.

"What happened?" Nietzsche asked. "Aren't you usually preparing for your next Magical Creatures class at this time? Or do you want me to persuade Hermione to make you some potions?"

Aside from that, he really couldn't figure out what else the other party could possibly want from him.

“If the forgetfulness potion works…” Hagrid muttered, then spoke rapidly, “This morning, a centaur told me that a fire dragon almost turned the Forbidden Forest upside down.”

"What dares to provoke her?"

"I don't know. All I know is that if you don't stop the fire dragon, Aragog's house will be burned to the ground."

Nietzsche had heard the name Aragog from some giant eight-eyed spiders last year.

As he stepped out of the hall, he could see billowing black smoke rising from the depths of the Forbidden Forest. The entire Forbidden Forest looked like an animal whose fur had been ripped off, and from a distance, a centaur stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The one who led Nietzsche and Hagrid was none other than Ronan, the centaur leader.

“Nature has been destroyed…” Ronan said somberly.

“I know, I know, we all saw it.” Hagrid impatiently poked at a patch of ashes with the tip of his shoe, revealing a charred corpse underneath.

Poor eight-eyed giant spider.

Nietzsche couldn't help but feel sorry for Hagrid when he thought about the huge amount of giant spider venom that had been wasted.

However, he did understand Ronan's warning—it meant that this was not something Smaug the dragon had caused on his own, because it was also part of nature, so what was disrupted was the autonomous balance of the Forbidden Forest's overall ecosystem.

Although the fire dragon sometimes burns things in the Forbidden Forest, it also helps to curb the expansion of the eight-eyed giant spider's territory while venting its energy.

"Is someone interfering with her?" Nietzsche tried to decipher the other's riddle.

“Your little pony is very clever,” Ronan said with a slight nod, his voice low and somber.

Hagrid was the only one who didn't understand. He scratched the back of his head and followed the centaur to the dragon's territory.

The further in you go, the grayer the charred ruins become, and the temperature rises. Nietzsche then sees one of the cave entrances covered with carbonized giant spiders and other animals.

“Isn’t this Aragog’s hometown?!” Hagrid exclaimed in shock.

Although Ronan, being a centaur, also disliked the eight-eyed giant spiders, he still comforted them, saying, "They had already scurried away when the fire dragon broke in..."

He pointed to the pits on the ground.

However, judging from the grayish-white burning center on the ground, it is impossible to know whether Aragog was suffocated underground.

“But how did it suddenly get here… I mean, Aragok always complained to me about dragons, but he never said it would rush into his house.” Hagrid took off his mole-skin coat and wiped the sweat from his brow.

After hearing a few gurgling sounds coming from the cave, he took an umbrella off his back, held it in his hand, and told Nietzsche to wait there. He then carefully made his way into the cave along its edge.

This used to be the base of the eight-eyed giant spider, but not a single strand of spider silk can be seen anymore.

As Nietzsche was wondering who could be interfering with Smaug, he suddenly heard several piercing cat meows coming from the depths of the dark cave. When he turned around, he saw Hagrid flying out with the heatwave.

He really liked what Hagrid said: "Dragons are cute little creatures."

My back...

It was clear that Smaug was not in a good mood.

But Crookshan hasn't returned for several days, and nobody knows where he's gone. It's impossible that he chased a mouse all the way here... If he doesn't get lost, given his temperament, it's hard to say.

Ronan did not help Hagrid up from the ground, because the next moment, the one who illuminated the cave was Nietzsche holding a lightsaber!

"Armor protection!"

He raised his right hand, gripping his wand horizontally. A wave of heat swept up the debris and scalding stones on the ground, crashing onto a small, pale white barrier. The further he went in, the wider the cave became, like a funnel-shaped passage.

The space inside was large enough to hold thousands of eight-eyed giant spiders... but it's unknown whether there are still that many now.

There are many dense holes on those stone walls, but the spider eggs inside should be burnt.

"Roar!" "Meow~"

The piercing screams and deep growls came from Smaug and Crookshanks, who stared at each other without retreating an inch... Nietzsche's worst fears had come true.

Looking at the cat and dragon in front of him, Nietzsche felt even more depressed than when Hermione and Granger met.

“I’ll go check on Hagrid…” He was about to turn around when a black tail blocked his way, separating him from the centaur.

“I’ll take Hagrid to find Aragog; he must be heartbroken right now.” Ron knew that going against the dragon in this confined environment was unwise, so he had no choice but to back down.

The sound of hooves grew fainter; clearly, Ronan had moved on.

Now that the only person who could share the burden was gone, Nietzsche could only stand awkwardly against the wall, trying his best not to be between Crookshank and Smaug, but they would often call out to each other before turning their heads to look at him.

The most crucial point is that Nietzsche couldn't understand whether they were cursing each other or complaining to himself!

"Krokshan, where's the rat I told you to catch?" He gave up, intending to sort things out first.

As Nietzsche questioned the cat, Smaug shifted slightly, crouched behind him, and looked down at Crook Hill from his vantage point, as if to declare his victory in this way.

Crookshan first barked twice, patted the floor with its paw, and then wandered around, rummaging through a pile of ashes and pulling out a spider claw and a bald rat.

I wonder if Peter Pettigrew is dead, and how he died...

"You accidentally wandered into the territory of the eight-eyed giant spider while chasing it?"

"Meow!"

"But Smaug? Then how did you end up burning this place like this?"

Crookshanks picked up the clueless rat and nimbly climbed up Nietzsche's calf. At that moment, Smaug the dragon would unceremoniously pull it off his claws and bounce it against the wall.

Obviously, because Crookshan often likes to stay on him, he has picked up some other scents...?

"You think I was captured by the eight-eyed giant spider?"

"roar~"

Although the Norwegian Spinosaurus looks ferocious at first glance, after looking at it for a while, its movements always seem a bit clumsy.

But that wasn't all. It landed on its forelegs, opened its spiky wings on its back, blocked the cave passage, pointed at Nietzsche with its paws, and then gestured towards the Persian cat with cat-like ancestry.

Smaug: The reason you haven't come to see me is because you have a new cat?

But Crook Mountain probably didn't sense any danger from it and just lazily yawned.

“Well…” Nietzsche rubbed his hands together, stammering as he lied, “How could it replace you? You were the first fire-breathing dragon I ever raised that defeated the basilisk! So strong and…so beautiful…”

In fact, an angry Smaug can sometimes be more difficult to deal with than an angry Hermione.

He took a few steps forward, leaned close to her head which was resting on her paws, and said, "I raised you myself, and most of the time I didn't pay attention to this male cat!"

Smaug glanced at it suspiciously, as if the praise was making it feel flattered.

Of course, how could this male cat compare to her?

Crookshanks rolled his eyes: As expected, Hermione and Granger love it more.

Chapter 195 Snape's Lucky Day

Crookshanks were caught in the web of the eight-eyed spider while chasing Scabbers, and after they were dragged away, Smaug, who was in a bad mood, happened to discover their trail.

As a Norwegian Ridgeback endowed with strict hunting techniques by the centaurs, finding prey by relying on scent was a simple matter for it.

Thus, this is how the Aragog children's camp is: as they lay out their day's prey, ready to share it, the fire dragon arrives.

That's how it went. After it cleaned the place up, it turned out there was no Nietzsche at all, just a Persian cat!

Smaug: It would have been better if Crookshanks had died.

"Poor Aragog..." Hagrid walked behind the dragon, looking enviously at Nietzsche riding on its back. "I won it from someone else back then, and now it's run off with someone else?!"

"The eight-eyed giant spider was originally a creature invented by you wizards." Ronan showed no sympathy for the giant spider's plight, and had no connection to its suffering. "Rupert, it's all nature..."

"I am also part of nature!" the hybrid giant roared at him.

"...the choice."

After Ronan had vented his grievances, he slowly continued to finish his own words.

The rat, Spotted, is now in Hagrid's hands, because Nietzsche noticed that his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and he didn't know if he was faking it.

“It’s dying.” Hagrid held the rat by the tail, examined it for a moment, and then said, “Sigh... Ron will hate me to death. His pet rat has only been here for a few days and it’s already dying.”

No, Ron might just sigh at most... Nietzsche thought to himself.

But Peter Pettigrew cannot die, at least not now.

“It has a bite mark on its rear end, and I’m not sure if it was from a giant spider,” Hagrid added. “But if it was from a giant spider, an ordinary animal wouldn’t survive to the next day.”

“But Scabbers won over the Weasleys for over a decade; perhaps he was just lucky,” Nietzsche said, lying on a black, jade-like ridge.

Crookshank, on the other hand, didn't receive such good treatment. As Nietzsche's pet, it could only jump back and forth on the branches nearby, and Smaug would occasionally glance at Crookshank out of the corner of his eye and flick its tail a few times.

They traveled from their stronghold in Aragog to the edge of the Forbidden Forest before stopping.

"If he's been poisoned, you might need to ask Snape for help."

“Why can’t you go? He’s your headmaster.” Hagrid was somewhat reluctant, after all, he had never liked Snape.

But it's not that simple.

"Do you think I can leave now?" Nietzsche touched his smooth back, looked down at Hagrid with a helpless expression, "If I leave now, I won't have the chance to climb up there for the rest of my life."

"Really?!" Hagrid exclaimed with delight.

“Just because I can’t doesn’t mean you can…” he said with a dark expression.

What saddened Hagrid even more was that he was shoved by Smaug's tail, which almost severed Hagrid's last hope. He picked up Scabbers and left this place of sorrow.