Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Don't talk nonsense, Poliaco."

“It’s alright, Headmaster, we brought flying brooms.” Krum seemed eager to try it out as well, showing that he wasn’t as calm as he appeared.

“Look… I’d forgotten you guys are Quidditch. Would you like some wine later?” Karkaroff turned his face, his gentle, fatherly demeanor reserved only for Krum.

Unfortunately, Krum did not appreciate his good intentions and simply frowned and shook his head.

Karkaroff turned around and led his students out. As they passed through the auditorium, they were walking right in front of Grindelwald, who was at the very end of the main seating area. Suddenly, he turned around and stared intently at the other man.

"You've blocked the door, you idiot!" came a roar from behind them.

It was Moody. He limped between Grindelwald and Karkaroff. Then, Nietzsche saw Karkaroff's face turn ashen, his expression filled with fear. At the same time, Krum behind him also looked grim.

Karkaroff said nothing and rushed out of Hogwarts as if he were fleeing.

Moody stared at his back, his mutilated face showing disgust and contemplation, and his demonic eye glanced at Grindelwald.

On Saturday morning, the next day, Nietzsche, who should have slept in, had just thrown Crooks back off the bed and was about to take a nap when Snape dragged him out of bed.

"Professor... what could possibly be so important that you would come all the way from your office to my dorm and wake me up?" He yawned.

“I want you to keep an eye on Igor,” Snape said abruptly.

Nietzsche didn't understand who he was talking about at first, until the dean explained again: "It's the current principal of Durmstrang."

"why?"

"Because he used to be a Death Eater, and he only managed to survive by betraying other Death Eaters... As you and I both know, the Mysterios is making more and more noise now, and it's hard not to guarantee that someone like him won't switch sides at the last minute."

Durmstrang's headmaster is a Death Eater, what else is shocking?

“You should talk to Headmaster Dumbledore about this,” Nietzsche said, sitting up from the boat, wrapped in a blanket.

“Him? He’s always clinging to that ‘belief’ trick.” Snape paced impatiently back and forth in the room. “But he doesn’t understand this kind of person. In fact, Igor has been acting strangely lately; he’s sensed something was wrong.”

There was no respect for Headmaster Dumbledore in his words.

However, Nietzsche was more curious about why Snape was so familiar with a Durmstrang principal.

“But he’s a headmaster now. From his position, Karkaroff wouldn’t do anything that would be detrimental to himself. After all, you said it yourself... he betrayed the Death Eaters to Dumbledore before.” He wasn’t worried about that.

It's not that he didn't trust Snape, but simply that he felt Karkaroff had no reason to do so.

Karkaroff, who had betrayed Voldemort and the Death Eaters long ago, is even less likely to break away from Dumbledore now, unless he prefers to believe that Voldemort will spare his life.

“I’m not worried about him, but rather—I’ve discovered that Igor is very afraid of that Professor Glendale.”

“He’s a friend of Headmaster Dumbledore, so he should…” Nietzsche suddenly thought of Krum, that Durmstrang student who seemed to dislike their Defense Against the Dark Arts associate professor.

This is very strange.

It should be noted that although the old professor had been dismissed by Durmstrang, that was more than seventy years ago.

In other words, Snape wasn't actually worried about the former Death Eater doing anything unusual, but rather wanted him to observe the changes in those around him through Igor Karkaroff.

Who else but an Auror like Moody could frighten a Death Eater who has 'defected'?

Nietzsche seemed to hear Tom Riddle's laughter again: 'You're more unfortunate than I am, because it's not just Dumbledore who's watching you.'

Chapter 233 The Unexpected Warrior

After Snape finished speaking, he ran off, leaving a bewildered Nietzsche in a daze. Now that he was no longer sleepy, he had no choice but to get up and wander around.

When he entered the hall, he saw more than thirty or forty people gathered around the auditorium, a group of them clutching a piece of parchment... while the Goblet of Fire was placed in the center of the platform in front of the main audience, on the chairs used to hold the Sorting Hat.

Around the Goblet of Fire, there was a thin golden line encircling it.

Hermione had just come out from inside, carrying a backpack, seemingly heading to the library.

“You don’t want to get involved too, do you?” She pointed to two students with long white beards. “George and Fred just tried the aging agent, but it didn’t work.”

“I don’t plan to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and... I don’t plan to go to the library either!” Nietzsche said lazily.

Hearing that he had no intention of going to the library, Hermione dejectedly shoved the books into his arms.

Just then, several Durmstrang students rushed in from outside on flying broomsticks, sending the bats on the ceiling flying everywhere and bringing fallen leaves from the courtyard onto the hall floor, making Filch blush.

Go ahead and curse... These are guests, and they came from the ship too.

I don't want to curse... but it's definitely annoying.

“Actually, before George and Fred, Foster of Ravenclaw and Summert of Hufflepuff had already tried it.” Ravend leaned in and said, “I didn’t expect those two to also… Foster usually doesn’t talk to Summert.”

"Where are the Slytherin champions?" Nietzsche took a piece of bread from the table, broke it into pieces, and fed it to Crooks.

"Warrington, that sloth, has been bragging about it since early this morning, but I'd rather Cedric be chosen than believe it was him."

Just then, Harry ran over, carrying the 'Firebolt' that Sirius Black had given him, having just escaped from a group of Durmstrangers who were watching with envy.

He plopped down next to Nietzsche and said gratefully, "Where did you get this notebook? It's a huge help... My potions thesis is saved, at least Snape can't deduct points from it now."

Led by him, Ron and Neville also came over.

“Yeah, I can’t believe I even saw Harry reading all night…” Ron said.

“No, I just fell asleep by the fireplace in the common room.” Harry pulled Riddle’s diary out of his pocket. “Now I know why you don’t go to the library every day like Hermione and still get good grades.”

It's really useful. You just need to write your question on it and wait for the answer to appear.

But Harry didn't know that what he was grateful for and praised was actually one of Voldemort's Horcruxes... Nietzsche didn't pay much attention to Harry's chatter, but was curious about what his mental world was like.

Will Harry's subconscious mind reflect his parents?

Do you still need it?

"If possible, please allow me to borrow it until the end of my final exams." Harry happily put the Horcrux away.

"Are you planning to put your name in?" Neville stammered. "It's a pity I'm not old enough, otherwise my grandma would definitely write me a furious letter telling me what to do."

Nietzsche shook his head; he had no interest in such glory.

Most importantly, there's the age detection threshold. For some reason, he always felt that this magic must be related to the Hogwarts admission book, and it couldn't be bypassed by just a few spells or potions.

“He won’t do that,” Hermione said firmly, pushing the men aside.

"Really? Don't you wish Nietzsche had been a warrior?" Lavender made a face. "And you wouldn't have to worry about girls stealing your warrior away... especially those... what's the name again? Veela?"

"Didn't you hear what Headmaster Dumbledore said? The Triwizard Tournament could be life-threatening!"

Hermione was furious at how they didn't take the warning seriously.

Are you serious? Is it life-threatening?

Nietzsche was speechless as he listened to her words. Last summer, none of the things they encountered were ordinary events, unless the Three Kingdoms Tournament involved a danger greater than an army.

Around three or four in the afternoon, a light rain began to fall, and Durmstrangers and a few Quidditch players from Hogwarts ran back after their Quidditch game.

Beauxbatons' delegation followed closely behind, with Hagrid beside Mrs. Maxim, the two chatting and laughing. Fleur Delacour and her sister followed closely behind them, not even glancing at the boys around them.

She flicked her hair slightly, and the silver tips brushed against the noses of those people.

Fortunately, she herself had toned it down considerably... but even with less magical interference, Nietzsche could still see the boys' infatuated expressions.

As Nietzsche passed the Slytherin table, he noticed that Fleur glanced at him curiously.

"Tsk~~" He heard Hermione click her tongue.

Hermione then stayed at the Slytherin table and wouldn't leave, since Gryffindor was between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

"Crack!" That was the sound of several witches snapping their utensils.

The Halloween dinner began, but no one cared about the same abundant and delicious dishes on the table as yesterday. Everyone was staring intently at the Goblet of Fire placed in front of Dumbledore's table.

When they had finished their main course and only chilled juice and snacks remained on the four long tables, Dumbledore finally stood up.

The most exciting moment has arrived.

"Now, we shall announce the name of the hero." Dumbledore took out his wand with its distinct joints, and with a forceful wave, wiped away the light in the Great Hall, leaving the entire hall flickering in the dancing blue and white flames.

Mr. Crouch interlaced his fingers, placed his hands on his stomach, and his face was full of weariness with these rituals.

Professor Glendale stared at Durmstrang's students, sometimes frowning, sometimes showing a strange sense of apology and melancholy.

The flames in the Goblet of Fire shook violently for a moment, then turned from blue-white to a dazzling rose red. The flames flickered a few times, and a piece of parchment, burned down to the length of a finger, flew out of it.

Dumbledore held the parchment in his hand and, by the firelight, saw the name on it.

"The warrior of Durmstrang is... Viktor Krum!"

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted at the Slytherin dining table. Even Krum, who was usually very composed, showed a brief, bright smile before he walked into the room where new students prepared for their enrollment.

This is not the end; it's just the beginning.

Dumbledore took another card, laughing as he called out, "The champion of Beauxbatons! Fleur Delacour!"

For some reason, the applause was even more intense than before, and most of the applause came from boys. They slammed their fists on the table, making a loud bang, and the juice in their glasses spilled onto the table.

Perhaps Nietzsche was mistaken, for he noticed that Fleur was actually smiling at Hermione... he wasn't sure, it could also be at him.

“That’s provocation!” Hermione said angrily. “I bet Mrs. Maxime told them how great and talented I am… Pshaw! She’s just a bit older than me.”

“Yes, yes, if you were seventeen, you would certainly be a warrior,” Nietzsche said dismissively. “But you must admit that it does take courage to do something that angers you.”

Hermione's anger subsided somewhat.

But the anger didn't disappear; it just shifted, so the other witches took out Hermione's anger on their respective boyfriends.

“Finally, it’s Hogwarts’ turn… Let me see.” Dumbledore rubbed his hands together smugly and took the last piece of parchment from the Goblet of Fire. “It’s Cedric Diggory!”

"Great!!" "Hurricane Patch!"

The Hufflepuffs turned into frenzied apes, leaping and bounding across chairs and wooden tables. Even Hannah joined in the madness, taking out her little purse and scattering the copper nuggets inside everywhere.

But that only applies to copper naphth...

Ravenclaw's Seeker, Cho Chang, rushed over and gave Cedric a hug.

Just as Cedric was about to walk into the small room next to the Great Hall, just like the previous 'warriors', the Goblet of Fire suddenly started shaking again, and then, like someone who had eaten too much, spat out two more parchments.

Yes, it was spitting... because the flames were so huge they almost burned off Dumbledore's beard.

Dumbledore took the two parchments, held them up, and blinked repeatedly, as if to make sure he hadn't misjudged them.

“The two champions of Hogwarts…” He cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses with trembling hands, and shouted, “Harry Potter and…”