Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Although Smaug had never liked Hermione, in order to deal with a debt she couldn't repay, she reluctantly shook her heavy body, turned her back to the two of them, and spread her wings.

(Manual background music: "Only if" by Enya)

Nietzsche took the lead and jumped up, stepping onto the raised back, and extended his right hand to Hermione.

The wind was biting, but when the two clasped hands, the fire dragon roared to the sky, and brilliant flames exploded above their heads, all the cold was dispelled, and they gradually rose into the air in the warmth.

Hogwarts was shrouded in gloom, but that didn't stop them from following the sunlight.

Hermione gripped the ropes attached to her plate armor tightly, breaking through the clouds parallel to the ground. She had just opened her mouth to scream when the misty raindrops from the clouds poured into her throat.

"You need to get used to it as soon as possible!" Nietzsche shouted after the fire dragon's body had gradually calmed down.

He leaned back due to inertia, his entire body resting against Hermione's chest. With her hands gripping the ropes on either side, the movement made it seem as if she were embracing Nietzsche from behind.

Hermione felt as if she were a phoenix soaring in the sky.

She didn't know why she was happy; the trouble and resentment caused by Rita Skeeter vanished in that moment.

"Thanks..."

"What?" Nietzsche could only hear the wind. He turned his head as far as he could and tilted his ear to the side.

“I say… this isn’t a surprise! This is a shock!” Hermione exclaimed with a laugh.

She buried her head in Nietzsche's hat, took a deep breath, and pulled the rope through his side, tying a knot in front of his abdomen.

No moment could be more dreamlike than this, and Hermione truly wishes time could stand still at this moment.

Then, the dragon folded its wings and swooped down from the sky. It wasn't until he and Hermione saw the tip of the Hogwarts Castle tower that Smaug suddenly spread its wings and slowly glided over it like a paraglider.

Many people below saw the Norwegian Ridgeback Rhinoceros circling Hogwarts, but no one noticed the two people sitting on it...

After circling twice, it flew back into the depths of the Forbidden Forest and landed steadily on a treetop. The tree trunk was bent under its weight, but Hermione didn't seem to notice that she had landed safely. She was still holding Nietzsche tightly.

With him around, what does Hermione have to worry about?

(Me, a single fox, I'm really bad at giving out sweet moments.)

Chapter 240 The Appetizer of the Triwizard Tournament

After learning about the dragon and Nietzsche's preparations, Hermione felt reassured.

But she wasn't the only warrior who knew the details of the project. On the weekend before the competition began, the day Hogwarts approved students to go to Hogsmeade, Harry and Fleur of Beauxbatons were both informed of the details by Hagrid.

Later, Karkaroff peeked and then told Krum... Of course, all of this was seen by Harry, who was wearing the Invisibility Cloak.

"So you understand now, right? You were the only fool in the entire Triwizard Tournament." The day after Hagrid revealed the information, Nietzsche found Cedric in the library and told him the whole story from beginning to end.

"So you're the only one who doesn't know?" Cedric asked hesitantly.

Sitting next to him was Cho Chang, a senior from Ravenclaw. She shook her head and flicked Cedric's not-so-nimble head with her long black hair.

This little action made Harry, who had come along, feel very uncomfortable, as if Crookshanks were sharpening his claws inside him.

"What time is it now? And you're still thinking about your honesty? If you waste this honor, do you think you'll get torn apart by the other badgers?" Her tone was full of disappointment.

Hufflepuff's prefect was stunned. After thinking for two seconds, he decisively gave up on 'honesty'.

What a joke! Everyone knows the rules and content of the competition, which means no one has been unfairly treated.

Now, everyone starts from the same point.

"Is this your idea, or..." Cedric asked without looking up, hastily flipping through information about fire dragons.

“For the sake of fairness and safety, you will definitely have a share of what we know.” Nietzsche rolled his eyes at him and said in a very impatient tone, “Besides, you don’t have time to learn magic to deal with fire dragons, so staying alive is the most important thing.”

The reason why fire dragons are so difficult to deal with is that their scales and blood contain ancient magic, which not all magic can penetrate.

It's unrealistic to expect Cedric to learn war magic related to ancient magic in just one week... Well, how many students in the entire school have that kind of talent?

"With the Ministry of Magic and three headmasters as referees, what security issues could there be?" Cho Chang muttered.

"There are no safety issues with the competition, but the participants have..." Nietzsche glanced at the empty bookshelf aisle beside him and said succinctly, "You don't really think Hermione and Harry Potter participated on their own, do you?"

Cedric and Cho exchanged a glance and remained silent for a long time, it seemed that they still harbored some resentment towards each other.

However, how they planned to get through their first project was none of Nietzsche's business.

“And what about you?” Nietzsche turned to Harry and asked.

One thing after another came up that he had to worry about. Normally, Hermione would be the one to arrange these kinds of tedious things, but she was having a great time with Smaug and absolutely refused to get off the dragon's spine.

Harry smiled mysteriously and then mysteriously brushed off non-existent dust from his body.

"You've already told me the method."

"Stop joking around." Nietzsche wasn't in the mood to joke with him.

If anything were to happen to Harry, Dumbledore would be the first to panic, and his panic might cause Nietzsche a great deal of trouble.

“Your diary!” Harry exclaimed, his eyes wide. “Those spells… I just typed ‘What are some simple spells to deal with dragons?’ into it with a quill, and the answers appeared…”

Nietzsche then realized that he was referring to Tom Riddle, and nodded nonchalantly.

It's not that he doesn't trust Harry, it's just that Riddle is a bit better. In terms of strength and understanding of spells, he still has a lot of confidence in the latter.

A week later at noon, when everyone was gathered in the Great Hall for lunch, Vice Principal McGonagall rushed in, tiptoeing and waving in the direction of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

"Potter, Granger, you two get down to the field... the rest of you, follow me!"

Hermione clenched her fists, unsure whether it was nervousness or excitement. She stopped abruptly at the door, turned around, and looked back. Nietzsche, sitting in the middle of Slytherin, nodded at her before Hermione continued walking.

The competition venue was set up on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, on the lawn between Owl Hut and Hagrid Hut.

It looks like another Quidditch pitch, except that instead of a grassy field, it has all sorts of complex terrain created by magic, including streams, woodlands, mountains, and swamps.

Nietzsche, sitting in the audience, could feel his chair trembling from the continuous cheers.

In Gryffindor, some support Harry Potter and Hermione; in Slytherin, almost everyone supports Hermione; in Ravenclaw, most support Krum; and as for Hufflepuff... well, they'll definitely support their own people.

With a whistle, Ludo Bagman, the Director of the Sports Department, ran out of a huge tent.

"Loud voice~" He pressed his wand to his throat, "Hey, hey... let's welcome the first, and youngest, warrior! Harry Potter!"

A crazed Hungarian wood wasp was released. Its scales were bronze-colored, it had horns, and its whip-like tail was covered with sharp spikes. If you were to get scratched, you would definitely have a piece of flesh torn off.

Harry, as the first warrior to appear, didn't even have time to prepare.

“What is he trying to do?” Ludo Bagman ran to the platform and looked down at the battle on the hillside. “Porter has his back against a hill, avoiding a forty-foot wave of fire, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to go around it!”

Listening to the explanation, Nietzsche finally understood how Bagman became the Director of the Sports Department.

Just hearing the description and the screams that were tearing at his throat was impressive enough, and seeing how excited he was, Nietzsche was a little worried that he might suddenly have a heart attack and die at any moment.

He turned his gaze down again and saw Harry taking advantage of the Hungarian hornet's pause in breathing to nimbly vault over the hill, then immediately leaping down the slope to the back of the second hill.

The movements were fluid and precise, without the slightest carelessness.

Nietzsche wondered curiously: What kind of magic did Tom Riddle teach that made him so confident?

"What is he doing? He's staring at the head of the Hungarian Hornet...is he looking for a blind spot?" Ludo Bagman shouted, then immediately resumed observing Harry's actions.

No, we're not looking at the head...

The Hungarian Hornet has yellow eyes, and Harry is an excellent Seeker, so Nietzsche could be sure he was mistaking the dragon's yellow pupils for a Golden Snitch flying around everywhere.

That's interesting, but even if he imagined the Golden Snitch, there's no way to catch him...

"What do seekers typically need to train for?" Nietzsche asked Warrington, his eyes fixed on the ground below.

"Reaction time...but in a match, there's the assistance of teammates, so observation and positioning are still more important." Seeing that Nietzsche rarely asked about Quidditch, he immediately gave a detailed analysis from the perspective of a Quidditch captain.

A Seeker can react slower than a Beater and a Chaser. Due to the Golden Snitch's traits, even if the opposing Seeker sells first, there's no way to get a kill on the first try.

So Harry is using this positioning and observation skills to hit targets.

Just then, Harry suddenly created an opening, deliberately exposing his body so that the Hungarian hornets would open their mouths and breathe fire at him, which was the perfect opportunity.

The flames can damage him, but they will also temporarily block the dragon's own vision.

Then Nietzsche saw Harry make his move... a spell pierced through the flames and struck the dragon's eye.

"It's the Eye Curse! The Eye Curse!!" Ludo Bagman pounded his chest, yelling, "Harry Potter memorized the location of the eyes! That was close! The dragon is completely blind!"

This is a very obscure spell, because this kind of spell only works when it attacks a specific part of the body.

Harry Potter wasn't the type to spend his time in the library reading, so this was clearly something Tom Riddle taught him... simple, easy to learn, just requires the user to aim at a point, which suited him perfectly.

Blinded, the giant dragon rolled on the ground, its spiked tail sweeping back and forth.

Finally, just to be on the safe side, Harry stayed close to the edge of the field and slowly avoided the Hungarian wood wasp. He climbed into the nest and lifted the golden egg, which had no sharp teeth or claws to protect it, from a pile of dry branches.

"Potter succeeded! The amazing accuracy he showed when using magic will definitely add a lot of points!" Bagman shouted on stage.

On the highest platform, there were five golden chairs. The judges raised their wands and began to score Harry Potter.

Mrs. Maxim's wand sparked a few sparks that formed the number 6—neither too high nor too low, just average.

Mr. Crouch and Ludo Bagman gave two high scores, 9 and 10 respectively, and Dumbledore also gave 9. However, Nietzsche felt that the principal should also have given full marks, but did not want to appear too suspicious.

Karkarov received the lowest score of 4, which drew boos from many students.

"What?" He wasn't ashamed at all and loudly retorted to those people, "I don't see any courage in Potter at all. He just blinded the dragon."

However, Hogwarts supporters responded by spitting on the ground at Karkaroff.

To prevent his dissatisfaction from escalating, Ludo Bagman quickly changed the subject: "Let's welcome the next contestant..."

Next up were Cedric, Krum, and Fleur; it seems Hermione was placed last due to the draw.

Cedric first used Polymorph to turn the stone into a hound to attract the dragon's attention, and then used the Summoning Charm to summon his flying broomstick, which he used to crawl under the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon and retrieve the golden egg.

Krum initially hit the Chinese fireball in the eye with an Eye-Burning Curse. Perhaps he felt that Potter shared the same idea as him, so he later emphasized courage—using various spells to wear down the fire dragon until it was completely stunned.

As for Fleur... no one knows what kind of magic she used, only that she hypnotized the Welsh green dragon.

She was the only warrior among the first few who was uninjured, but her skirt was burned by flames spewed from the green dragon's nose as she passed by.

While everyone's attention was focused on Furong's score, Nietzsche suddenly felt an earthquake-like thud... a loud bang, as if something heavy had crashed down from the sky.

Nietzsche saw that the few people who had retreated from the tent to the stands all looked relieved, while Karkarov on the judges' table looked gloating.

The grand finale is here...