Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

After being beaten up, Golden Iron Belly looked aggrieved, but dared not act recklessly due to the absolute disparity in strength. This attitude pleased the Norwegian Spinosaurus on the other side.

Smaug's tail served as a cushion for Nietzsche, while its folded wings protected him from the corrosive sea winds.

Nietzsche got tired of it after only a few bites, but just as he was about to put the whale meat down, he heard a puzzled snort from above. So he had no choice but to continue tearing at the oily fish meat in small bites.

"Come back with me..." Nietzsche patted his tail first, then pointed in the direction of Hogwarts.

Smaug hesitated for a moment, and just as it lowered its head, it noticed Nietzsche looking up at it from below. So it quickly turned its head away, pretending not to see him.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes," Nietzsche chuckled to himself.

Not everyone can enjoy being sheltered from the wind and rain by a fire dragon. He stared at the fire in a daze, and drowsiness and relaxation emerged simultaneously from under the starry sky. In the end, he decisively chose to lie back.

Under the moonlight and by the campfire, amidst a flock of fire dragons, he planned to take a peaceful nap.

Without any extra thoughts or movements, he comfortably closed his eyes beneath the fire dragon, surprising even the Ukrainian Iron Belly licking its wounds opposite him—it couldn't understand how a human and a dragon could be in harmony.

Nietzsche stopped paying attention to his surroundings, and his completely relaxed posture made Smaug tuck his tail in even tighter.

The next day, Nietzsche woke up to find himself surrounded by a circle of Hebrew dragons. After careful observation, he was amazed by the scene before him:

The black dragons did not display any aggressive posture; on the contrary, they all kept their heads very low.

Well, it seems that Smaug wasn't idle in the past. It used its sharp teeth and the flames in its throat to establish an unshakeable position for itself in the dragonflight.

"Time to go!" Nietzsche whistled and waved to his fiery dragon.

Smaug ignored him, first haughtily letting out a meaningless warning roar at the black dragons, then brushing past him and rushing straight into the woods, heading towards the freshwater lake in the center of the island.

Immediately afterwards, as Smaug churned, some silt emerged from the lakebed and was dug out, as if it were some treasured gem.

"You... still have those things?" He had a general idea in his mind.

Smaug ran around in the lake with glee, like a dog that had found a frisbee and wanted to be rewarded.

"Sweep it away!" Nietzsche waved his wand, cleaning away the sticky mud and sand, revealing the true nature of what had been buried deep inside.

Sure enough, it was a complete set of protective armor made of pear wood.

Nietzsche had no idea that they were simply hidden under the sand, and that not a single part was missing. The scratches and cracks covering them contrasted sharply with the sword wounds on the golden iron belly.

At this moment, Smaug revealed her true intentions—she folded her spiky wings and lowered her head.

Nietzsche laboriously lifted a pearwood helmet, half a person's height, and placed a 'crown' on Smaug's head under the gaze of dozens of black dragons. Only then did he wave his wand, equipping Smaug with armor and gauntlets...

After doing all this, the dragon did not raise its head; it waited until Nietzsche climbed up before straightening up.

They began to rise gradually. Nietzsche looked down and saw the weak yet enormous golden iron belly take a few steps forward, tilting its head back as if trying to follow, but it was trapped in place by some bad trauma.

“We will be back!” he said loudly, rubbing Smaug’s chest with magic.

The Norwegian Ridgeback understood his meaning. Despite its reluctance, it continued to spew out a ball of fire and circled the ring-shaped island, marking out its territory.

Several black dragons were dissatisfied with this way of managing the territory and wanted to fight for it, but Nietzsche and Smaug's dive attack quickly dispelled their ideas.

He watched as the Hebrides grew smaller and smaller, and silently saluted the ailing golden iron belly.

The change in Smaug was unexpected, but Nietzsche liked this positive change because it gave him more possibilities.

After passing through the canyon, they began to descend and fly along the deep green mountains. The wind pressure shaped the world of reeds, causing the life-sized lawn to ripple like a lake.

Smaug knew the way himself; once they crossed the lawn, a forest would suddenly appear before them—the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Fly higher." Nietzsche gently tugged at the rope wrapped around his armor.

With air superiority, he began scouting several newly emerged settlements on the edge of the Forbidden Forest: the giants were the most obvious, their presence evident from the fallen trees...

As the shadows approached the colonies, Smaug began to rise vertically so as not to disturb the prey, concealing himself and Nietzsche within the clouds.

They spun around, using the gaps between the clouds to observe the ground.

Whether the centaurs retreated voluntarily or their defenses began to falter, the wooded area surrounding Hogwarts had already begun to fall, with the felled trees forming a funnel shape—spreading inward from the edges.

Finally, Smaug folded its wings and swooped down into the shallow waters of Black Lake.

They are back.

Chapter 379 Formal Meeting at Hogwarts

P.S.: Seeing the suggestion from a reader, I've decided to add a bonus chapter about the Dragon Knight later (lol).

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Nietzsche's feet touched the ground, and he saw several centaurs who had rushed over upon hearing the news: they looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and fervor...surprised by the dragon riders, and fervent by the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragons that were larger than they should be.

The Forbidden Forest, its queen has returned.

They went to the world of the centaurs, which excited them like the wind in the Sahara oasis.

Along the way, one could see many centaurs applying herbs they had boiled to their wounds, while others were wearing down their weapons by constantly quenching their arrowheads with venom to paralyze their nerves. Nietzsche had also seen this from the sky, and the situation was not optimistic.

"Continue to withdraw from the defensive line, and don't get entangled with those stupid giants and trolls," Bain instructed from the tribe's gate, his face full of worry.

The slight tremors caused by the dragon's gait reached his beating heart, causing him to unconsciously turn around. Upon seeing the fire dragon, he immediately broke into a smile, his eyes shining with a light called 'hope'.

“You…you’re great, you’ve finally come!” Bain said excitedly.

Smaug followed Nietzsche with an air of superiority. Her massive size instilled fear in some of the foals, a natural pressure from the top of the food chain.

Bain looked up, sizing up the fire dragon in front of him, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"She...is stronger than before?"

Of course it's tough. It eats whales and sharks every meal and fights with the local black dragons of the Hebrides Islands for territory every day.

“That’s called cute.” Nietzsche noticed the teasing in the other person’s words and was secretly delighted.

"You call this 'cute'? Seriously?" Bain noticed a few clusters of orange-red flames flying out from the dragon's fangs, and quickly corrected himself, "Of course, it would make sense if it were you."

That's true. Nietzsche affectionately stroked the hard scales, which made Smaug's tail wag involuntarily.

Their arrival eased the pressure on Bain's mind, and the other party's tone became less heavy than before, and they unconsciously started to talk more.

"Why don't you wait for me here?" Nietzsche said, turning around as he looked at the small door ahead.

Smaug didn't understand his meaning and still followed him and Bain to squeeze in, his tail wagging happily like a dog's tail, accidentally tearing down the stone walls around them.

Her eyes were fixed on the front, as if Nietzsche might suddenly disappear if she wasn't careful.

What could Nietzsche do? He could only sigh and acquiesce to this behavior, and all he could do was wave his magic wand and restore the destroyed buildings.

"Let's talk about something happy," he said mysteriously. "I've scouted it out. You can maintain an arc-shaped defensive line to control the spread on the other side. Smaug will help you clear out the eight-eyed giant spider's nest first."

The reason for using mobility to draw an arc-shaped defensive line in the Forbidden Forest was to prevent the funnel from widening. Nietzsche always only asked the centaurs to hold them back, but his teammates liked to fight desperately.

Smaug and the Octopod have been sworn enemies for a long time, and they've wanted to kill each other ever since their second year.

Of course, this is just one version of events. The truth is that Smaug only cared about killing, and the giant spider only cared about dying.

“I have never doubted Smaug’s strength. As long as there is one fire dragon to keep Aragog’s children in check, the rest of those stupid giants and foreign beasts are no problem for the centaurs…” Bane flexed his muscles.

Vampires, werewolves, and other creatures carrying viruses cannot infect centaurs, who are magical creatures. This is why Bane and his companions were able to rely on nature to repel wave after wave of invasions.

But venom is different. If the venom of the giant spider is not treated in time, it can kill you within hours.

There are also those undead that only emerge from the soil at midnight. They cannot be truly killed; they can only be reduced to ashes by the burning of flames and the exposure to sunlight. Therefore, fire dragons and other deployments are needed as a pincer movement.

“One?” Nietzsche sneered, adopting a sarcastic tone. “Tsk tsk, you think I’d send you to your deaths?”

"What, you think you can shout ten more?" Bain asked, his eyes wide.

“Of course not… but Smaug can, I can guarantee, at least ten fire dragons, and they’re the most warlike black dragons from the Hebrides.” Nietzsche said breathlessly.

Yes, that's it. He enjoys watching the other person's face gradually contort.

The initial slight disdain gradually transformed into doubt and skepticism, culminating in shock and surprise; the muscles of the entire face underwent numerous subtle and intricate changes within a mere minute.

“Do you know what you look like right now?” Bain said jealously, twisting the branch into a pretzel.

"What?" Nietzsche asked curiously.

"Male centaurs in a matriarchal centaur tribe..."

That's not wrong. Now that Nietzsche has experienced social death and is no longer dealing with the mess that needed to be cleaned up, he's backed up by Hermione and Smaug.

“Arya!” Bane called out towards an area enclosed by a wooden fence.

The centaur girl, covered only by a few leaves, ran over. Her eyes were as captivating as grass-green gems, and her toned abs were still glistening with sweat and dew from the herbs.

To say 'pretty' is too simplistic, while to say 'cute' is too frivolous.

"Let's celebrate tonight!" Bain roared with great enthusiasm. "Let the brilliance of Jupiter baptize us!"

"Go and call Frenze..."

"That 'leaf lover' can come or not, it's up to her."

This strange nickname doesn't sound like something a centaur would do; it seems to be some kind of mockery.

Just then, a ball of flame suddenly appeared in the air. Then, the bright flames formed a parchment, which floated lightly and drifted in an eerie trajectory, bypassing the two centaurs and landing right in front of Nietzsche.

This technique reminded Nietzsche of the Goblet of Fire.

The writing on the parchment was slightly slanted, with neat spacing and size. There were some wet marks on the parchment, and it smelled like lemon juice. It was obviously sent by Headmaster Dumbledore.

It says:

Nietzsche, whom we haven't seen in a long time:

If possible, I would like you to come to my office before dinner. Given your inexplicable and neurotic thinking, it's best if you come alone and sneak in. I don't want you and Severus to make a mess of the principal's office.

Headmaster Dumbledore

Password: As I stated.

“It seems our dinner party will have to be postponed.” Nietzsche made no attempt to hide it, so the other two centaurs could see the contents of the envelope.

"The principal also found out you were alive? But it seems he didn't tell anyone else," Bain said.

“I startled him here…” Nietzsche said softly. “In fact, for someone like me, disappearing on the spot after everything is over is the most appropriate choice, and it is not a bad thing for anyone.”

"You humans just love trouble."

Chapter 380 Dumbledore's Plan to Retire