Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

He bit his finger and looked at the person here who could come up with the best solution—Nietzsche.

“I hope you’ll learn your lesson,” Hermione said, pulling the curtains shut again. “Couldn’t you be a little more careful? How could Malfoy hear something like this?!”

Ron paced back and forth in frustration, trying to figure out a way to salvage the situation.

"Stop criticizing me and Harry, wait...maybe we can catch Malfoy and make sure he doesn't tell anyone!"

“Threats are useless; whether to speak or not is entirely Malfoy’s choice,” Nietzsche countered, suggesting, “If Hagrid still wants to keep this dragon, he’ll have to move it himself.”

Moreover, Ron had no leverage over Malfoy.

The other party is a nobleman's son, how could he be willing to be threatened? We should be grateful to Merlin for not kicking him while he's down.

“But where else can I go?” Hagrid pleaded.

“Release it in the Forbidden Forest,” Nietzsche pointed out the window. “You’re Hogwarts’ only Keeper of the Forbidden Forest, the entire hunting grounds are your work area… If you release a dragon in there, and you deny it, who can find it?”

Harry and Neville's eyes lit up. Yes, Hagrid should take advantage of his strengths.

I learned a new skill.

“Wait a minute, I…I think I have a few friends in the Forbidden Forest. They should be able to help me clear out a temporary space.” Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief and gave Nietzsche a grateful smile.

Hermione: ?

Why is Nietzsche joining in this nonsense?

“Hagrid, you can’t keep it for long. My brother Charlie said that a baby dragon only needs a few months to grow to the size of an adult fire dragon.” Ron then suggested, “You should still return it to the sanctuary.”

Hermione took a leisurely sip of tea.

"What about the food?" She wasn't optimistic about the plan.

"The forbidden forest and Black Lake are not lacking in animals."

Ni used magic to support the little dragon, allowing it to experience the feeling of flight as soon as it hatched.

"If we fly out of the forbidden forest, we will be discovered."

"Then let's train."

Hermione and Nietzsche's question-and-answer session made the entire plan to raise the Norwegian Spinosaurus even more perfect. Hermione's purpose was never to make things difficult, but to fill any gaps.

If you didn't know her, you might really think Hermione was deliberately undermining their confidence.

"But what if Malfoy tells Dumbledore?" This was Hagrid's only worry.

But what he was most worried about was, in Nietzsche's and Hermione's eyes, the least worrying thing: Malfoy was probably more likely to tell Snape than Headmaster Dumbledore.

Because Malfoy would never know the password to the headmaster's office, which was a list of food items.

Chapter Sixty-Three: Daily Life in the Forbidden Forest

Perhaps Malfoy told Dean Snape about this, because he looked at Nietzsche with a strange gaze for the next few days, mostly with a smug look of revenge.

Snape's reaction during a Potions class was indeed quite intriguing.

He seemed to have forgotten about the other students, only moving back and forth between Harry and Nietzsche, while Hermione was busy finding fault with Nietzsche before the professor looked over.

"How many mistletoe berries do you want, Potter?" Snape stopped in front of Harry's table, watching closely the steps in his hands.

Hermione first shifted the perspective to Snape's, correcting Nietzsche's mistake regarding the weight of the valerian, then immediately turned back to Harry, making a few hand gestures. Harry was then pulled down by Ron, who sat at the same table, and quickly looked away.

Facing Snape, they unleashed a flawless combination attack.

“Four berries, but if you want the potion to be less viscous, you can reduce it by one,” Harry replied, bowing his head.

“Very good…” Snape placed his hands on the table and leaned forward. “It seems our Mr. Potter isn’t just someone who wanders around aimlessly with his friends. Since you answered correctly, why are you still standing there?”

Just as Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately turned his attention back and launched a counterattack.

Just as Hermione had imagined, Snape first stopped Nietzsche from stirring, then ran his fingers around the grinding cup, picking up some powder.

"What is the dosage?" His demands on Nietzsche seemed to be stricter than anyone else's.

"It's in a 1:3 ratio with the diluted winged demon venom, Professor," Nietzsche said calmly. "Valeria in it has antispasmodic and analgesic effects, which can counteract the side effects of the winged demon venom."

If it were any other student, Snape might have let it go, but not him.

This basic knowledge of potions was not even considered an entry-level skill in his assessment of Nietzsche; it could only be seen as a sign that his intelligence was "barely on par with that of a normal person."

"In fact, the potion of forgetfulness is more effective than the forgetting charm, and it is not an illegal potion." Snape suddenly raised his voice, as if he had remembered that he was in class. "In terms of advantages and disadvantages, the potion of forgetfulness is superior."

But Snape's eyes didn't scan the classroom to pick out which Gryffindors weren't taking notes; instead, they were fixed on Nietzsche.

"Because the effect of the Winged Demon Venom is to make people forget bad memories, the forgetting potion is related to the user's subjective thoughts, making it more controllable than the forgetting spell."

Nietzsche had memorized almost all the material from his pre-Christmas crash course, which dampened Draco's spirits, who was waiting to see him fail.

So here's the question: if a wizard who has suffered psychological trauma in the wizarding world and believes that everything in the wizarding world is hostile, will he become a Muggle who can use magic after taking a potion of forgetfulness?

"Professor! I saw Granger help him with the operation!" Draco reported directly.

"Is that so?" Snape was very interested in Potions, so his actions were within Draco's expectations.

“Yes, there is, but…” Nietzsche pressed his palm down, signaling the professor not to rush, “Professor, I think the partner is also an important part. Only perfect cooperation can make the potion more perfect.”

Who is Nietzsche?

Hermione's "Mr. Always Right" always finds a plausible reason for whatever he does.

So Nietzsche put his arm around Hermione's shoulder, but the latter seemed helpless and didn't refute him.

Hermione just hoped that when Professor Snape was deducting points, she wouldn't be counted as one of them...

“Why can’t you let Miss Parkinson learn more? Of course, I’m not as good as Professor Snape at Potions, so having a partner is also an important part of Potions.” Nietzsche also gave Snape a boost.

"That's sophistry!" Draco frowned and said dismissively.

"I only care whether you can produce a finished product today," Snape said, offering only this ambiguous statement.

"Professor, did you have a partner who made potions before?" Nietzsche asked with a fawning smile, looking curiously at the Slytherin headmaster, who enjoyed the headmaster's deep trust.

“There have been instances before… Also, Slytherin loses one point because Mr. Holmes was talking about trivial matters in class.”

After his Potions class, Nietzsche immediately headed for the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid had been waiting on the hill with Baskerville for a long time. When he saw Nietzsche and the others, he immediately jumped up and waved his hands, even more eager than Ron and Harry.

Hagrid has moved the dragon's storage location from his house to the Forbidden Forest.

“But Headmaster Dumbledore said we can’t go in.” Neville was still a little timid, looking at the dark entrance, he swallowed hard. “They say there are many dangerous magical creatures inside…”

“Danger?” Hagrid waved his hand dismissively. “That’s all a wizarding misunderstanding. They’re actually quite cute.”

Hagrid's duty is to be responsible for security outside the castle, and the Forbidden Forest is naturally part of his work area.

After hearing Neville recount the magical creatures the Weasley brothers encountered, Nietzsche felt that the headmaster was truly responsible in his personnel management... because the Forbidden Forest could be considered the richest place in Hogwarts.

If Hagrid weren't so honest and simple, he could make a fortune of Galleons just by selling potion ingredients.

“Stay close, my friends aren’t very friendly.” Hagrid led the way, carrying the lantern that would never go out.

The Forbidden Forest was damp, with only occasional slivers of light filtering through the leaves. As you walked a little further in, you could see thick, bare tree roots exposed on the ground. Ron even tripped over the fog and fell, getting covered in mud.

Nietzsche, on the other hand, drew his cane and used his sword to cut down the branches blocking his path.

As Hermione walked through a clump of bushes, she suddenly felt something brush past her calf and run away.

She stumbled backward, knocking Nietzsche over from behind.

Hearing the commotion, Toothpick roared as he charged into the bushes. As the leaves fell, a plump, round, blue bird was chased out and then vanished with a 'bang' right in front of Hermione.

“That’s not a snake, and…have you gained weight recently?” Nietzsche said with a grin.

"How do you know if I'm heavy or not?" Hermione was about to apologize, but after hearing his 'slander,' she rolled her eyes. "Shut up! I gave up my afternoon tea time to be dragged here by you."

Cleaned up and looking brand new~

Hearing Hermione's voice triggered, Ron slowed his pace and pulled Neville and Harry a little further away.

“I really don’t know who else besides Nietzsche could stand her…” Ron was getting a headache listening to the rambling complaints in front of him. “To be honest, being Nietzsche’s friends does have its advantages, and big ones at that.”

Neville gave Nietzsche an encouraging look.

At least, while Nietzsche was still around, Hermione wouldn't keep nagging them.

“I think…” Ha rubbed his chin with his thumb, thinking for a moment, “They’re a bit like my aunt and uncle. Sometimes when my aunt is nagging, Vernon just stares at the TV in a daze.”

"So you mean Hermione likes Nietzsche?" Neville pulled Harry's head, glancing ahead after every sentence.

“Hey~ You know what, when my dad’s tinkering with Muggle cars, my mom’s always nagging around,” Ron said. “Don’t bother him at that time, or you’ll get yourself into trouble…tsk tsk.”

Ron and his two older brothers know this all too well.

The Forbidden Forest was so vast that after walking for a while, they lost their bearings. Hagrid walked to a tree, held up his lantern, and began to explore.

With the help of the firelight, Hermione and Nietzsche discovered a symbol that had been carved by someone.

“We’re in their territory now. Stay close to me and don’t fall behind.” Hagrid parted the grass, revealing a path behind them. Many weeds were bent over by the weight of the grass; it was a path that had been worn down by people.

The Forbidden Forest was eerily quiet, but once you got used to it, Nietzsche could also feel a sense of tranquility.

Ron, on the other hand, was in a state of excitement because he had always heard George and Fred boast about their adventures in the Forbidden Forest. So he said, "Looks like I'm the first Weasley to go deep into the Forbidden Forest."

Occasionally, they heard the sound of grass rustling, but they assumed it was some magical animal.

"whoosh"

An arrow pierced through the bushes, halting Hagrid's advance.

Nietzsche and Hermione grabbed their wands as fast as they could, back to back, facing to either side, and reminded Harry and the others to crouch down and use the roadside bushes for cover.

"Wait, it's me! Rubeus!" Hagrid shouted urgently, "They're all my friends!!"

Voices began to come from the bushes in the distance.

After a murmur, the sound of hooves rang out. Human heads emerged first from behind the tree trunks, followed by horse bodies... The mysterious 'friends' Hagrid spoke of were these centaurs who lived in the Forbidden Forest.

Some of them had drawn bows and nocked arrows, while others held jet-black iron spears.

Nietzsche simply drew a circle with his wand toward the centaurs, and even with all their might, they could not continue to draw their bowstrings. With Nietzsche's movement, all their weapons were crushed and bent by a tremendous force.