Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

After saying that, she took Nietzsche's hand, gently leaped over the windowsill, and stepped onto the dragon's thick scales.

Smaug tilted his head back, and the two of them slid down his neck, fitting perfectly between the pearwood armor and the neck guard. Hermione then hugged Nietzsche from behind, and he felt the softness of her back, as if he had sunk into a coffee sofa by a fireplace.

The fire dragon flapped its wings, knocking the surrounding snow into the courtyard of the Huixing Corridor.

Hermione's arms passed through Nietzsche's waist, holding the ropes binding the dragon armor, while Nietzsche raised his wand, casting a Peaceful Protection Charm that enveloped the dragon in warmth and blocked the falling snow.

They glided low over the Black Lake, Smaug, leaning to one side, carved a line in the thin ice with his wings, then passed the centaur tribe and left from the northwest of Hogwarts.

Flying westward into the Scottish Highlands, we arrived directly at the Hebrides Islands.

Chapter 387 The End of Romance is Cotton Candy

Due to ocean currents and two canyons, the Hebrides Islands are slightly warmer than Hogwarts.

However, none of this was a big deal. Faced with the cold weather, Nietzsche led his wand around Hermione under the night sky with a few thin clouds, and then a pale white steam rose up around them along with the heat.

And this was just the beginning. Nietzsche whistled into the depths of the ring-shaped island, and a second Ukrainian iron belly, plated with gold, emerged from within.

"The one that escaped from Gringotts?" Hermione asked in surprise.

“That’s right, it’s made of real gold…” Nietzsche had barely finished speaking when Smaug nudged him with his tail, so he quickly added, “You’re the Dragon King of the Hebrides, of course you’re still more handsome than me.”

Although Smaug couldn't understand it, she could still sense Nietzsche's previous boastful tone and his current fawning manner.

This was even stranger for Hermione. A legitimate Norwegian Ridgeback had wandered to the Hebdiri Islands and become the dragon king of this fire dragon tribe. She had thought that having an extra golden iron belly was already exaggerated enough.

"I said, are you planning to open a zoo?!" Hermione said angrily, pinching Nietzsche's ear.

Raising one is luck, raising two is the limit, raising more than ten... that's overestimating your abilities.

Okay, Hermione is so annoyed because she knows Nietzsche likes dragons. If left unchecked, their backyard will be turned into a grassland by the Unseen Stretching Charm... Wait, why did she say 'backyard'?

“How could that be?” Nietzsche stared wide-eyed and said confidently, “Look here, there’s a bay, a port can be built, it’s obviously more suitable to develop into an international protected tourist area.”

"So you still want to raise it."

Nietzsche didn't say anything, just gave an awkward smile.

At this moment, Smaug rolled several pieces of wood over with his claws, while Nietzsche clenched his left fist, first making the logs float in the air, and then opened his palm to magically tear the pile of wood into even strips.

Golden Ironbelly had been recuperating in Smaug's territory, and now he was able to spew out thick flames no less powerful than those of a healthy dragon.

The huge campfire shone brightly in the night, and Hermione was instantly mesmerized:

The magical, five-meter-radius hemispherical transparent shield insulated the surrounding cold. Any snowflakes that got close would immediately fall to the edge of the area protected by the peace, while the red star of the campfire could pass through the magical barrier and rise into the air.

She nestled beside Nietzsche, while two fiery dragons crouched on either side, guarding their surroundings.

Everything began to look wonderful. Hermione felt as if she were inside a crystal ball, observing the waves and the dozens of Hebrides black dragons on the distant island.

If you only focus on the coastline, it's not particularly interesting. But if you combine Christmas snow, fire dragons, and the Ironclad Curse with its innovative twists, it becomes a completely different story.

"Merry Christmas---"

Nietzsche raised his wand and used a weather charm to stir the clouds, creating a circular opening in the hazy sky.

The moon was obscured by the surrounding clouds, which made the stars in the gap even brighter. Hermione didn't even need to squint to stare; a quick glance upwards was enough to see the Milky Way she had never seen before.

"This...this is really..." Hermione was stunned, tears welling up in her eyes.

She couldn't describe this natural wonder, because at the same time, as long as she stretched her hand out of the range of the Peaceful Guardian Spell, she could feel the coldness of snowflakes melting in her palm, and when she looked up, she could glimpse a corner of the universe.

Humans can never reach the true end; the end only comes when the spirit of exploration dies.

It took Hermione a while to suppress her inner exclamation. When she came to her senses, she realized that Nietzsche had just used his special apparition ability to bring back a bag of snacks from a shop in the city.

In fact, she thought the other person would take the opportunity to say some cheesy sweet nothings, but they didn't...

"Want some marshmallows?" He casually used a summoning spell to draw a few thin twigs, skewered three soft, white marshmallows from his snack bag, and sprinkled cocoa powder on them as he baked them.

There was no passionate confession on one knee like in the movies, nor a romantic deep kiss like in the novels.

Nietzsche simply stood by the campfire, excitedly roasting marshmallows like a child. After smelling the sweet aroma, he turned around with a grin and gave the first roasted food to his favorite person.

Yet the background is so beautiful that it evokes a sense of romance that seems detached from reality, as if it were floating in the clouds.

"Why not?" Hermione smiled sweetly.

She didn't reach out to take it; instead, she opened her mouth like a hungry lion cub, letting Nietzsche feed her.

Hermione ate the first piece in one bite; it was so soft and melted in her mouth, with a hint of cocoa. But for the second piece, she suddenly became very delicate, taking four bites to finish it. The third piece took three bites.

143 is a homophone for the Old English phrase 'i fall thee'.

Meaning---I love you.

“I thought you would save one for me,” Nietzsche chuckled.

“If you don’t mind, it’s not too late.” Hermione hooked her arm around his neck and kissed him.

Now it was fair. The still-melting marshmallow rolled between her teeth, allowing Nietzsche to taste her creation as well. Their emotions were conveyed through this delicious marshmallow... tenderly...

Born too late, I missed the chance to explore the universe.

Born too early, before there was time to liberate the wizard.

This situation is what you call 'born at the perfect time'.

Smaug snorted and, without turning back, bit its golden iron-bellied tail and sank into the sea.

She was hungry and decided to have some fish.

For a long time, Nietzsche didn't know when the two dragons went to catch fish, until all the air in his lungs was sucked out before Hermione bit his tongue and let him go.

"I've thought of a better way."

Hermione concealed the cunning in her eyes, then took out the small bottle she had prepared, flicked her thumb upwards, and gently pried open the wax seal and cork, spilling the sweet mead liquid onto a few of the candied fruits.

What intrigued Nietzsche was that Hermione held a piece of jackfruit soaked in mead to his lips, while she herself seemed uninterested in the food.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He swallowed hard, picked up the bottle and looked at it. "A craft mead from 1858, the year there was a comet. I've seen this in Slughorn's wine cabinet, but he never lets me touch it."

For Muggles, comets might simply be a way of expressing remembrance, while wizards, when brewing wine, would pay more attention to celestial changes.

How interesting that astronomical phenomena can directly affect the taste of brewed alcohol.

“I got it from him on purpose…” Hermione said as she stuffed the food into his mouth.

Hmm~ Not bad, the pineapple is sweet and sour, with a hint of honey, and... strawberry pudding?

Nietzsche found the taste a bit strange. Normally, his mouth wouldn't mix flavors. As the alcohol and candied fruit slid down his throat, his mind began to wander, rising like flames burning behind him.

Then, he suddenly noticed a unique charm in Hermione's eyes that made it impossible for him to look away.

If it were a Veela like Fleur or someone else, Nietzsche would definitely use Occlumency to get rid of these superfluous emotions, but if it were Hermione, he would find the feeling quite interesting.

"Drink up," Hermione helped him sit down. "This is my reward for you---"

Just then, the two fire dragons flew back, bringing with them a large pile of fish.

Since Smaug holds the sea fish in his mouth and spits them onto the giant coconut leaf along with his clear saliva, Hermione doesn't eat them.

Smaug winked at her, and an invisible bridge was built between their hearts.

In the past, Nietzsche would never have eaten a fish that had been slick with Smaug's saliva, but now things were different. With every sip of his delicious craft mead, Hermione's voice became clearer in his mind.

"Eat...eat..."

Her voice was like magic; even though Nietzsche's mind was clouded by alcohol, he could still clearly hear every word she spoke, which sounded like a command.

'Smack---'

Seeing Nietzsche obediently take a bite of the fish, Smaug was satisfied.

Chapter 388 Everyone Has Won

Nietzsche savored the honey whiskey mixed with aphrodisiacs, like a bee that had fallen into a flower garden; Hermione won.

Nietzsche ate the grilled fish that had slid off the dragon's tongue, and Smaug won too.

In summary, inside the crystal ball on the Hebdiri Islands, the human and the dragon achieved a rare new balance, cooperating to accomplish things they wouldn't normally dare to try.

A thin layer of snow had already covered the surrounding sand, making the area protected by the Ping'an Garrison even more conspicuous.

"Here you go, eat more!" Hermione busily stuffed delicious food into Nietzsche's face.

Nietzsche was a little drunk, but he could still hear Hermione's voice clearly. The flames of the campfire and the two fire dragons gradually blurred, and his eyes looked as if they were covered with a layer of mist. He could only refocus when he looked at her.

See the twinkling shooting stars through the opened 'Eye of the Universe'.

For Nietzsche, those who joined the new Ministry of Magic together for their ideals were like stars, so that he did not lose his way when he went through those difficult years.

"Thank you..." He took a bite of the oily fish and mumbled, "Thank you for understanding me."

Smaug lay down contentedly on the ground, squeezing next to the two men along with Golden Iron Belly, occasionally spitting out a few sparks to make the campfire burn even more fiercely.

“That’s because I love you.” Hermione leaned on his shoulder, enjoying the romantic evening.

Along with the sizzling grilled fish, Nietzsche gulped down honey whiskey, while also smelling the familiar pudding scent in Hermione's hair. The weakened aphrodisiac, though it kept him conscious, only kept a small part of him.

And those few thoughts he could muster were filled with all sorts of ideas about Hermione, which were amplified infinitely.

“I have to do this, Hermien… If I don’t leave, they’ll develop an almost religious cult around me,” Nietzsche stammered under the influence of alcohol. “This world doesn’t belong to me alone…”

Hermione poked at the embers in the campfire with a damp twig, listening intently to his explanation.

The new world was gradually improving, and the two worlds were beginning to merge. However, at this very moment, Nietzsche announced his withdrawal by faking his death, and it was only out of his inner 'concern'.

Who would have thought?

“I want people to stand up, not because I’m right, but to figure out what’s right and what’s wrong… You know what? When I first came to Hebdiri, I felt like this was the place for me.”

"Suitable as your new home?" Hermione asked with a smile.

She turned her head and discovered for the first time that Nietzsche's blue eyes were not filled with thoughtful calm, but rather like a passionate, fiery flame.

“But what about the others?” she continued. “Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell, Daphne, Weasley, Harry… those who have been your friends and have supported you silently for so long.”

Nietzsche's burning face was cupped in his hands, and under the influence of the aphrodisiac, he couldn't help but rub against Hermione's palm like a cat.