Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Brandy, with a touch of chicken blood, becomes food for young dragons; with a touch of syrup and lemon juice, it becomes Nietzsche's cocktail for regulating his mood.

He leaned against the auditorium door, warming himself with a sweet and sour brandy cocktail, while glancing absently at the students dressed in their finest attire, crowding around him in pairs.

Malfoy also came up from the basement, wearing a black swan down turtleneck robe, while Pansy was wearing a light red long dress, clinging tightly to his arm;

Meanwhile, Goyle and Crabbe, dressed in green suits, stood on either side of them. Clearly, no one paid any attention to these two giants covered in moss.

Warrington also came, and their dance partners included Slytherin witches, Ravenclaws, or Gryffindors.

"Who are you waiting for?" A female voice roused Nietzsche.

It was Daphne. She looked stunning tonight too. The dark purple dress she wore suited her aloof temperament perfectly, making her look like a ghost that lingered on the edge of the crowd and preferred quiet.

And her dance partner was... her sister Astoria, who was shyly hiding behind Daphne.

Nietzsche turned his head groggily. Fueled by the alcohol, he felt a stifling heat, and the part of his brain that controlled 'rational thinking' began to stiffen. Then, his brain made an important decision:

Let go, and surrender everything to your feelings.

“Waiting for my partner…” Nietzsche leaned against the doorframe, looked at the two of them, and said slowly, “It seems you’ve received your Christmas present.”

“Yes~” Daphne stood on tiptoe and managed to see Malfoy’s dance partner with difficulty. “I’m already very satisfied that I can choose my own dance partner now... She’s here!”

Nietzsche's head was suddenly turned to the other side by her, and then he saw the back of the crowd slowly parting.

His gaze moved upwards from the red carpet, and amidst the gasps and sighs of sorrow, he saw a beautiful figure approaching. Her elegant pale red silk dress was adorned with a few yellow agave blossoms on the sleeves.

The brim of her hat perfectly covered half of her head, making her look elegant and mysterious.

Her hair was no longer so messy; it had become very smooth and slightly wavy thanks to the conditioner provided by the other witches, falling naturally down her back and draping over her bare shoulders.

Hermione Granger, she's like a phoenix rising from the ashes...

“Come to me, my unfortunate dance partner, and I won’t refuse!” Hermione strode over and hooked her arm around Nietzsche’s.

He licked the brandy from the corner of his mouth, swallowed, and on her slightly protruding chest was a rhombus-shaped pendant that Nietzsche had never seen before, engraved with several runes.

Unaffected by any magic, he naturally exclaimed in his intoxication: She is so beautiful.

She turned her head, hooked her arm around Nietzsche's, and gave a shy smile in the snowflakes drifting in from the doorway.

What kind of smile was that?

Like a flame lit in the lighthouse at Cape Thar in winter; like a white ghost emerging from his body, accompanying him to every corner of the world...

"Warriors, step forward!" Professor McGonagall looked at the assembled men and pushed open the heavy oak door.

The auditorium had changed; the long tables had been removed and replaced with many small round tables adorned with roses. The sky above twinkled with starlight, and the 'fireflies' that were flying around were real fairies, flitting among the rose petals.

He and Hermione, along with the other warriors and their respective dance partners, sat down at the main round table.

However, Mr. Crouch was absent from the Christmas ball this year, and in his place sat Percy, who had just graduated last year.

"Is it pretty?" Hermione puffed out her chest and said, blushing, "It's a little alchemical gadget that the professor gave me... It can be used to store contract magic."

"That's so unfair." Nietzsche unconsciously drew closer to her.

He sniffed and caught a faint smell of alcohol, but Hermione didn't seem to notice. Perhaps she thought it was the smell coming from the professors' glasses at the head table.

And a hint of...chocolate flavor?

Hundreds of small round tables were empty, all waiting for the elves to serve the food, with only a rich menu in the center of the golden plates.

Dumbledore started it off: "Pork chop!"

When everyone saw the food that appeared out of nowhere, they suddenly realized what was going on and began to imitate the principal and order food.

Fleur's dance partner was Roger Davis of Ravenclaw. Just as Nietzsche had predicted, she didn't really like her partner, because most of the time Fleur was the one talking and Davis was just nodding along.

From the stage, Nietzsche had a wide field of vision and could notice everyone's subtle movements...

Professor Snape watched calmly as people drank one glass after another, some indulging in joy with alcohol, while others were numbing themselves. This drew a worried glance from Lupin, who was sitting at the faculty desk.

Everyone was very happy that evening. Nietzsche even saw Sirius Black giving Harry a thumbs-up, which made Ginny and Harry quite embarrassed.

Don't eat too much, since the whole dance party is about eating and playing. The warriors will start by having a great time, and then everyone else can go up and do some activities after they've eaten their fill.

Dumbledore stood up, waved his wand, and conjured many musical instruments: a drum kit, a guitar, an organ...

"Now, please come forward, warriors and their partners~" The principal winked at the two of them.

As the 'Weird Sisters' band entered amidst applause, their thick hair and deliberately ripped clothes illuminated the area between the VIP seats and the students.

“It’s our turn!” Hermione, unlike her previous reserved demeanor in Belfast, pulled Nietzsche along, forcing him to abandon his unfinished steak.

The lanterns on the other tables were all turned off, leaving only the dance floor and the starry sky on the ceiling as the only light sources in the entire auditorium.

“It seems that being a warrior isn’t all bad.” Hermione put her arm around Nietzsche’s lower back and her other hand on his neck, moving down to the center of his back.

Nietzsche, on the other hand, was like a small boat on a lake, drifting about with the oars.

To be honest, he sensed something—something about the 'love' Dumbledore spoke of, about the meaning of the Patronus Charm... He just stared into the other's chocolate-colored eyes, as if his soul had been drawn into them.

Nietzsche felt he had found something, not a lost wand or a piece of clothing, but something like Salazar Slytherin coming from the swamp to the mountains and meeting Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.

It's something that can never be regained once it's lost.

If he recognized his hope because of fear, then he also recognized the meaning Hermione represented because of her—he became so complete because of that part of Hermione.

“I’ve found you.” Nietzsche’s palm pressed tightly against her skin, the sorrowful and slow rhythm blurring his vision. He had to squint and lower his head.

Gradually, his forehead touched hers.

Hermione's eyelashes and soul trembled for a moment.

"Would you like to give it a try?" She seemed to understand what the other person was thinking.

Their movements changed: they freed their right hands to hold the wands, intertwined their left arms, and whispered a Patronus Charm.

"Palmtop Protector~"

Silvery mist spread through the air...

Nietzsche thought to himself: I am not just an idealist immersed in brilliant fantasies, nor am I just a schemer who uses things to achieve his goals. I need Hermione because only she can complete me.

He suddenly recalled Ollivander's assessment of black walnut wood:

Black walnut wood has a peculiar nature; its owner must be a wizard who understands himself well. Once black walnut wood approves of something, it will be very talented in all magic and very loyal.

In this silvery-white mist, Nietzsche could no longer distinguish which parts were his and which were Hermione's.

He could only watch as the swirling mist intertwined, and it wasn't small at all, standing a full nine meters tall. In terms of size, it resembled a giant snake, and it even had three heads.

The sudden appearance of the three-headed snake startled the other warriors, who all drew their wands.

"Relax, everyone!" Dumbledore stood up and clapped happily. "It seems the ball was a great success, and the wizarding world has gained another powerful wizard... Congratulations to Mr. Holmes on this further advancement in magic."

Everyone applauded. They looked up and, when the fog cleared, they saw that the snake's three heads were extremely ferocious, and when it straightened up, it almost reached the ceiling.

“This magical creature is…” Mrs. Maxim waved to the crowd below.

Hagrid, dressed in a brown fur suit, exclaimed, “It’s a Runehead Serpent! But I’ve never seen one like this before… unusually large! Four times the size of a normal Runehead Serpent.”

Karkarov tilted his goatee and a mocking expression appeared on his face.

“If I remember correctly, the Rune Snake is the representative of dark wizards, right?” He leaned over, shifting his weight onto the armrest of his chair, and continued, “The three-headed snake of Burkina Faso has always only communicated with Parsleyans.”

Hermione was very unhappy. She turned around at the speed of light, her anger blazing.

"But what you don't know is that Burkina Faso is a place caught between the old world and the new world. That land is not only home to Parsleyan dialect, but also gave birth to a great man."

Karkarov looked as if he had been slapped in the face; his mouth was agape, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal, and then he stormed off.

However, Nietzsche paid no attention to the thoughts of those in the main seat. He stared intently at the ferocious rune, its three heads representing the planner, the dreamer, and the critic.

Hermione's hand went limp, and when she looked down, she saw that Nietzsche had already taken hers.

"Looks like you don't need to get your teeth straightened." He glanced at the girl's front teeth and said with a smile, "Because of the rune snake's three heads, only the rightmost tooth is highly venomous."

The light shines through the never-melting ice crystals and the translucent three-headed snake, creating a dreamlike and romantic effect.

"Really?" Hermione touched her burning face, stepped off the dance floor, popped a square piece of chocolate into her mouth, and pulled Nietzsche away.

They ignored the people and walked through several winding corridors to the empty eighth floor. At the end of the corridor, under the window, hung a mistletoe wreath bathed in moonlight.

That's amazing...

“I must admit, the guardian spirit is partly composed of you... I can feel it.” Nietzsche breathed in the cool air, her gaze meeting the moonlight in her eyes.

"Really?" Hermione hooked her arm around his neck and slowly leaned her head closer. "Don't you hate following the rules?"

“I just hate sticking to the rules, there’s a difference between the two… I don’t mind following the rules after the new world comes.”

What he sought was not just chaotic freedom, but a complete, beautiful world that infinitely approached utopia, where rules were necessary, but by no means outdated.

This 'love' is not just that he likes a girl, but that she has melted into his life and become a part of him.

Like the head of a rune serpent, the 'critic' with fangs on the far right is used to threaten 'visionaries' and 'planners'... Unrestrained fantasy and planning will only lead to the same fate as purebloods.

When their heads were only a finger's width apart, he smelled a fragrance.

"You've been drinking too?" he asked in surprise.

The next second, Hermione let out a few lazy chuckles and put a finger to his lips.

"To be precise, it should be liqueur-filled chocolates... Ginny said it would relieve the pressure of my opening dance." She chuckled. "I'm so glad I have a pair of fangs, honey, you've given me a surprise tonight."

Nietzsche wondered groggily: What kind of plate of chocolate liqueur could make Hermione so drunk?

But what should he do next?

The magic was complete. He understood Hermione's significance to him and grasped the connection to the Patronus Charm, but... then what?

However, he doesn't need to know that much, because his brain won't give him time to think. His thinking is as sluggish as a gear without lubrication; it will automatically stop unless deliberately tugged.

“You’re always right…you’re always right…indeed, you and I aren’t contradictory, I’m glad…” Her voice grew weaker and weaker.

All possible combinations of words had been exhausted; they combined magic and consciousness, giving birth to their own love, and they were no longer alone—

Immediately afterwards, Hermione's fangs bit into Nietzsche's tongue.

The surrounding environment was cold and quiet, but their hearts were warm at that moment, just like her mouth.

Unlike brandy, Hermione's liqueur-filled chocolates are... apricot flavored.

Chapter 247 First Blood, but Nietzsche