Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

If he were with Hermione, he would definitely use the Ironclad Charm to protect her, because he wants Hermione to be safe...

Therefore, the 'hand that counteracts danger' can be translated as the combined strength of both parties. In this way, the 'blood alliance' can grow along with him and Hermione's growth, and as long as one side can resist, the other side can also resist.

This way, both sides can avoid hurting themselves.

Ah, Lily, what a great woman! Nietzsche was deeply grateful for her contributions to magic.

Facing the magnified lens, he carefully pointed his wand at the crack, pouring his will into it while repairing the 'Knight's Oath'.

The runes, infused with magic, began to shine brightly once more. Nietzsche dared not slacken his efforts; he had to steadfastly uphold his beliefs without wavering. The slightest doubt would mean certain failure.

'As long as the magic hasn't dried up and life still exists, then I will repay it all.'

Chapter 269 Blood Fusion, Blood Alliance Born

“I’ve figured something out. Dumbledore definitely knows something… Alright, bring that thing out…” Hermione whispered.

In June, on the weekend before the competition, Hermione did not study under the guidance of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as usual. After seeing him come out of the basement, she grabbed his sleeve and dragged him to the other side.

It seems she has been waiting here for quite some time.

"What are you bringing?" Nietzsche asked, somewhat displeased. He had been hoping to save a surprise for himself.

“Hordeals, huh?” Hermione smiled at the passing Beauxbatons students, hooking her arm around his, before shoving him away from the castle.

After the second project, Beauxbatons' students still held a slight sense of awe towards Hermione, and Fleur's relationship with her had improved considerably, so he was drawn to a deserted lawn.

The moment the warm sun shone on them, Crookshank and Nietzsche, who breathed a sigh of relief, both snored.

“Dumbledore knew Voldemort would rise from the dead, yet he still let Harry win the competition. Riddle must have said something…” She paced anxiously back and forth on the open grass. “Could there be a problem? He’s Voldemort’s soul.”

The weather was refreshing, but Hermione had no interest in enjoying it.

The thought of facing a resurrected Voldemort and ensuring Harry Potter's safety made her lose all interest in spending her days chatting about her warrior boyfriend, like Ginny and Cho Chang.

Oh, so you're looking for Little Tom~

Nietzsche grasped her hands, which were groping all over his body; in fact, he wouldn't take the Horcrux around with him.

“I can guess a bit…” Nietzsche patted the back of his hand gently, indicating not to worry, “It might be related to Lily’s ancient magic. Dumbledore wanted to use blood as a medium to prevent Voldemort from harming Harry.”

He told Hermione about his recent discovery about rune magic, and a series of magical deductions made her dizzy.

Voldemort needed Harry's help to be resurrected, which must mean he needed something from him. This involved magic that could reshape the body and alchemy, areas that Dumbledore and Riddle were both experts in.

Ni used his fingertips to draw a lightning bolt symbol on Hermione's palm, then pointed to his own forehead.

"His scars weren't caused by the Killing Curse?" She stopped in surprise, her eyes fixed on the tips of her shoes. "Are they proof that Lily's will protected him?"

"Yes, that's great."

She seemed to still be processing this, like a Muggle who had been hit by a Confusion Charm wandering around the wizarding community, her mind filled with all sorts of doubts and anxieties.

Taking this opportunity, Nietzsche shook his arm, and the golden pendant fell out of his sleeve. He held it up in front of Hermione and deliberately waved it.

“To be honest… Lily Porter’s experience has been a great inspiration to me.” He said, trying to sound calm. “I’ve fixed this thing, and while it’s not perfect, at least I can sense danger approaching you.”

Surprise!

The sunlight made the edges and corners of the diamond-shaped pendant shimmer with a layer of gold light, and the light it reflected made Hermione's pupils look like chocolates coated with gold leaf.

Hermione suddenly felt uneasy. Her face, which never changed even when flirting with him in front of her friends, turned red at this moment. Her eyes were blank for a few seconds before becoming dazed.

He was like a roly-poly toy being blown around by the wind.

"Is this...is this a token?" Her fingers twisted together, her heart pounding like a rabbit.

“In fact, this is a protective mechanism.” Nietzsche looked at the other person seriously, but said it as if it were a trivial matter. “Of course, you decide what it is.”

Hermione didn't know how to catch the necklace hanging on his finger.

Then she glanced at the castle in the distance and said angrily, "You should have said so sooner... I haven't even changed my clothes or done my hair..."

"Don't be silly, when have I ever cared about any of that?" Nietzsche added sarcastically, "Is there any difference between how you were as a bookworm when you were a kid and how you are now? Come on, besides you, who else do I respect?"

In his heart, Hermione was the only one who was qualified to stand up to him, and the only partner who understood him.

Although it was the truth, it was just a bit too cheeky.

Hermione's girlish demeanor vanished completely. She quickly wiped the embarrassment from her face, stomped on his foot fiercely, but her hands still honestly gripped the small golden bottle-like pendant.

"I'll take this as your token... You can't go back on your word!" she said, grinning.

The distant willows seemed to threaten the Durmstrang ship overhead, casting dappled sunlight through their leaves and new leaves onto the two figures.

"And then? What do we do?" Hermione asked softly.

“Let me think… blood as a medium… torn to pieces.” Nietzsche first extended his right hand, and the cutting spell, following his will, slashed a wound about four centimeters long on his palm. “I hope you can bear it.”

Crimson blood flowed along the lines of his palm, then was carried to the ground by gravity, leaving several red marks on the green grass.

“Bear with it? I’ve been through worse.” Hermione mimicked him, making a cut on her palm without even flinching.

This is what Nietzsche liked about Hermione: she wasn't always crying or being overly affected. If you removed her somewhat unchangeable, rule-abiding personality, Hermione was practically his carbon copy.

Okay, he suddenly realized he was a bit narcissistic...

The two interlocked their fingers and hung the pendant between their palms.

'Haghette is above.'

We are of one mind, and we will never betray each other.

If either side is harmed, the other will sacrifice their magic to become a hand protecting them from danger, safeguarding their undisturbed kingdom.

They will protect each other, overthrow the secrecy laws together, move towards a new world together, and stand together in the new cosmic order of humanity (wizards, Muggles, and intelligent beings that will not hinder the development of the world).

The blood stopped flowing downwards and gradually rose up along with the pendant.

His blood mingled with Hermione's, seeping into the pendant and filling it completely, like a blood-red jewel set in the center of a rhombus-shaped pendant. The remaining blood then formed a slot, sealing the bottle's opening.

The blood oath that belonged only to the two of them was completed.

The rune symbol, which resembled a golden tree, was no longer the black crack it had been at first; it now shimmered with the sun-like light it should have emitted.

“Take it.” Nietzsche looked down at the congealed blood in his palm.

He suddenly felt a sense of ease he had never experienced before, as if he had accomplished something very important and that he would never need to put any more effort into it again.

If I had to describe it, it would be—rest assured.

It wasn't just about being relieved about Hermione's safety; it was about being safe in many other ways.

Hermione tugged at her collar, took several deep breaths, and put the necklace back around her neck, but this time, it had a different meaning.

"Did you drink the Baffarate stimulant today?" she cleared her throat and asked in a calm but trembling voice.

"No, I haven't had a chance yet..."

"very good."

Then Nietzsche's lips were bitten.

Was she born in the Year of the Cat?

Chapter 270 The Opening of the Final Match

On the day of the competition, the castle was exceptionally lively, with large numbers of wizards arriving from Hogsmeade or other unknown wizarding villages, just to witness the Triwizard Tournament.

The four deans remained in the lobby or auditorium, greeting each audience member without any affectation.

"Harry, Harry!" Sirius Black pushed aside Filch, who was maintaining order, and excitedly rushed to the Gryffindor table. "We've come to watch your match!"

Lupin was embarrassed and apologized to Filch for his friend's behavior.

That's just how he is. Born a werewolf, he values ​​hard-won friendships too much. If a friend does something wrong, he can only come to their rescue.

At such times, Nietzsche also dressed up, wearing a clean and practical tailcoat, a brown top hat with rolled brim, and walked over with a cane. Fortunately, he did not have the eccentricities of Sherlock and Mycroft.

"Professor Lupin, is everything alright?" he asked.

“Very good! Child... Thanks to the potion recipes you gave me, I don’t have to go through so much trouble now.” Lupin opened his clothes, revealing a small bottle of liquor inside, and said gently, “Just call me Remus.”

Lupin looked over his head and turned his gaze toward Gryffindor.

The Triwizard Tournament champions can invite family members to watch the matches, and since they are obviously Harry's relatives, the Dursleys were naturally left out... even though they wouldn't be coming anyway.

Not only Lupin and Black, but the Weasleys also came.

Nietzsche could see Mrs. Weasley kissing Harry's cheek when, just then, a pair of heavy hands landed on his shoulders. Turning his head, he saw it was Mr. Weasley.

Arthur was stronger and more composed than before, but the only thing that hadn't changed was the smile on the other person's face.

“Oh, thank you so much! I really enjoy my job... I never knew Muggles had so many imaginative ideas.” He asked enthusiastically, “Where are Granger’s parents? Aren’t they coming?”

To be honest, it was Hermione who didn't allow her parents to come to watch the game. She didn't like the wizarding world that much, so she didn't want to disappoint them.

“Actually, this…” Nietzsche scratched his face awkwardly.

“Actually, he will be watching the game as a relative of Miss Granger.” Snape walked in from outside the door expressionlessly. “What are you thinking, letting two Muggles go to the wizarding world to watch a show? Arthur, your brain isn’t that sharp.”

Nietzsche understood the dean's meaning. After all, it involved Voldemort and a large group of Death Eaters. Sending two Muggles over now would be tantamount to turning them into soap in 1931 Germany.

However, Arthur thought the dean was mocking Muggles, so he simply turned his head away and ignored him.

“You? A relative? Hahaha... Not bad, Molly and I were taking a walk at four in the morning.” Arthur gave Snape a sour look, then turned around and smiled again.

"Crazy! As Hermione's relative, he can sit with the professor, which will make it easier for them to leave!"

Don't just casually reveal your past love affairs!

Following the relatives of the various warriors was the delegation from the Ministry of Magic. Amidst a commotion, a brand-new car flew down from the sky onto the lawn of Hogwarts Castle, followed by Umbridge and the Minister.

Arthur seemed very unhappy with Cornelius Fudge, who had just been shaking hands with everyone in a grand manner, while Arthur coldly walked to the side.

But when he ran away like that, Nietzsche was the one who got noticed.

“Mr. Holmes!” Fudge, his face greasy, hobbled up to him and held out his fat finger. “Come here…come here, let’s take a picture of me with this young recipient of the Order of Merlin!”

Nietzsche was extremely unwilling, but he could only be forced to put on a forced smile.

On the bright side, no one is better than Fudge.

He instantly became the center of attention, with a large crowd eager to see who was taking a picture with Minister Fudge. He attracted more attention than the other warriors.