Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“Hagrid, you know we don’t welcome wizards here…” The centaur in the middle, with his dark brown fur, pawed at the ground nervously with his forelegs.

Just now, that little wizard used a single spell to render all of everyone's weapons useless.

“They’re just 'ponies'.” Hagrid raised his hands. “Bane, we just came to see the dragon, and Ronan won’t allow you to hurt the ponies.”

"Hmph, don't try to fool me with that!" Bain straightened the iron spear in front of everyone.

His streamlined muscles were just like those described in ancient Greek mythology—handsome, strong, and young, the only difference being that he had a bad temper.

“I’m sorry, Hagrid.” Another member of the group stepped forward, trying to smooth things over, “The Forbidden Forest has been quite turbulent lately, with animals dying tragically. We’re protecting our own home.”

Hagrid pressed down on Nietzsche and Hermione's wands, then used his towering figure to block them from view.

“Margaret, you know... I have an agreement with Ronan, so I will never allow other wizards into your territory.”

“You only represent yourself. Go on, we would never intentionally harm a pony.” Margaret pulled an arrow from her harness and held it like a dagger. “Bane, continue your patrol.”

The centaurs, like Magari, used anything sharp around them as a weapon.

“How could we be ponies?” Harry waited until the centaurs were far away before speaking.

“That’s because they promised Headmaster Dumbledore they wouldn’t harm young wizards, so they call you all ‘foals’ according to centaurs’ custom,” Hagrid said worriedly. “They are very friendly to young wizards.”

Neville was terrified and, as he passed the tree trunk ahead, jumped up and pulled the arrow out of it.

"Friendly? Is this some kind of greeting gift?" He then swung the arrow, leaving a mark on the wood.

"If you want, you can certainly keep it...and as you all heard, this is only a temporary problem. Apart from Bane, that guy has always had a terrible temper."

Soon, not long after passing the centaur patrol, they discovered a tent made of wood, leaves, and vines.

The passageway of the centaur tribe was traversed by a stream flowing from the Black Lake, which converged into a lake in the center of the flat land. There, they saw many female centaurs, their bodies covered only by leaves, scooping water with wooden ladles.

The sounds of playful laughter and the babbling of the stream drew the attention of Ron, Harry, and Neville.

"Natural clothing..." Even Nietzsche was not immune.

“Don’t forget, you’ve come to visit the dragon!” Hermione pulled off her shawl and covered Nietzsche’s head, obscuring his eyes.

“I know, I’m just observing the lives of the centaurs,” Nietzsche stubbornly explained. “Don’t you think the centaurs seem to have become one with nature? For them, this might be a kind of fashion.”

He felt that Hermione must have misunderstood.

After all, I was observing living beings, so I couldn't use a wizard's perspective to look at centaurs... although they were all pretty good.

“That’s just a grass skirt! That’s all!” Hermione said.

"Actually, this is for the sake of you young wizards. Even clothes woven from nature can become an obstacle to our natural connection with nature." An elderly centaur stepped forward and greeted Hagrid kindly.

It had reddish-brown fur, and its long beard was tied up. It was holding a huge stone basin in its hands.

The little dragon that Hagrid was worried about had grown to twice its original size since it hatched. It had rubbed white marks on the stone basin with its claws, and every time it burped, it would exhale a small flame from its mouth.

The centaur would always laugh heartily and tilt his head back to shield his beard from the fire.

"Ronan! This is...good heavens, I don't even know how to thank you." Hagrid quickly took the dragon. "I initially thought you'd refuse, after all, it's a dragon..."

“But no matter how much we hate it, it’s still part of nature.” Ronan seemed very composed.

“By the way, I heard from Bane and Margaret that a lot has happened in the Forbidden Forest lately, so I’ll start keeping an eye on things…” Hagrid stepped aside and introduced the children to them, “I’ll look after these kids when I’m not available.”

Hermione froze as soon as she pulled off Nietzsche's shawl.

What does that mean? Wait a minute... Aren't they only responsible for observation? Why do they need to take care of them?

“Taking care of the dragon is your business.” Hermione’s blank gaze lingered on Hagrid’s face for a moment before she continued, “Do you expect us to run to the Forbidden Forest every day?”

"But I don't know how to train it. What if it flies away one day?" Hagrid didn't think there was a problem.

"so..."

"That's why I want Nietzsche to come. He always comes up with a solution. Don't worry, no one will find you here. This is the only fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest!"

Nietzsche, who was squatting down and using his cane as a chew toy for the dragon, suddenly lost interest.

What do you mean? Why does everyone who works at Hogwarts like to exploit him? Besides, Nietzsche doesn't have free time every day.

"What's its name?" Ronan looked at the unreliable group and felt a sense of absurdity.

"Nober!"

Smaug!

Nietzsche and Heger said it at the same time.

The only fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest should naturally correspond to the last giant dragon in the Middle-earth.

“Then should we change our name to the Elrond Council?” Hermione looked at the centaur tribe hidden in the Forbidden Forest and added, “If so, I want to be Galadriel.”

"What kind of meeting was that?" Ron asked, looking at the two men who were exchanging a knowing smile.

Although he didn't understand, it sounded very Muggle-like and cool.

“Because this is a secret meeting…” Nietzsche explained to them about the novel The Lord of the Rings.

In that meeting, a group of people decided to destroy the One Ring, which determined the course of events.

So, how could this not be a form of acceptance for Hagrid's little dragon...? Nietzsche and Hermione meant that at least the little dragon could be allowed to stay.

(A combined 5,000-word chapter~)

Chapter Sixty-Four: So he is Gollum?

The history of the centaurs can be traced back to the early days of the establishment of European city-states.

According to Ronan, they were so active at the beginning that every mythology at the time included centaurs, who were often described as philosophical and warlike humanoids.

Upon learning that Nietzsche and Hermione were Muggle wizards, it suddenly became curious.

"I wonder how the Muggles are doing now. When our ancestors first came to this land, they would sometimes help people from various city-states learn astronomy... Muggles have always been very studious."

Ronan led the group to the lakeside to watch the Norwegian Ridgeback Raptors drink water, but Ron and Neville's eyes would always involuntarily drift to the female centaurs on the opposite bank, and they would immediately lower their heads after just one glance.

But the laughter from those splashing in the water was like a hook, always drawing the hearts of these naive young wizards back to the world.

"So, you left the outside world because of the Secrets Act that was later enacted?" Hermione sat on the soft, damp grass, and the surrounding environment began to relax her.

"The laws of wizards have nothing to do with us. It's just that later, because Muggles and centaurs disagreed on many issues," Ronan said, recalling the past. "They couldn't live in harmony with nature, so..."

Nietzsche sensed the subtlety and appreciation in its words.

The euphemism stems from the fact that the development of Muggles is always inseparable from land resources, which is inevitable; the admiration comes from the Muggles' resilience, loyalty, and courage in the face of the unknown.

At this moment, Smaug dragged a fish from the lake toward the shore, but it was still too small and couldn't fly. The resistance of the water and the fish's struggle caused it to choke on several mouthfuls of cold water.

Nietzsche slightly raised his hand, and it floated back with the prey in its paws.

"But I've heard many stories about people fighting alongside horsemen, is that true?!" Hermione's eyes lit up, as if she were verifying the authenticity of certain stories.

“That’s all in the past. There must have been some,” Ronan said, shaking his head.

If nothing happens, the Muggles won't record it.

Smaug tilted its head, its orange-red vertical pupils staring at Nietzsche. It took it a while for its head to realize that the two-legged creature in front of it had helped... so the fish under its paws didn't entirely belong to it.

It's the only fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest, how could it be so stingy?

So he used his sharp claws to split the fish in two, and then used his head to nudge the tail-bearing half toward Nietzsche's hand.

"I don't need it, but thank you anyway." Nietzsche poked at the fish meat, looking at the blood and sticky saliva on it, still feeling a little nauseous.

But Smaug ignored him, growling and staring at him with wide eyes.

“Ahem… A fire dragon is a creature with a very strong sense of self.” Ronan cleared his throat and said in a strange tone, “You helped it, so it considers you a friend. If you don’t accept it, then you are rejecting its kindness.”

Ronan, you're laughing, aren't you? You're definitely holding back a laugh!

Hermione had never seen Nietzsche in such a distressed state before, and she suddenly realized that being dragged to the Forbidden Forest wasn't such a bad thing after all.

“You still want to tame dragons? This won’t do…” Hermione enjoyed seeing his embarrassed look and said with a smile, “Of course, from a hygiene point of view, I still suggest you bake them.”

Before Nietzsche could even think, she used a sharpened stick to pick up the fish meat coated in ambergris and placed it on the fire in the middle of the group.

There was no problem after grilling, but... Nietzsche felt a bit nauseous listening to the sizzling sound of the fish. If this Norwegian Spinosaurus were male, he would be even more disgusted.

Wait, what if it's a female dragon?

"Don't worry, we won't take it from you," Harry said, reassuring him as he looked lost in thought.

In the end, Nietzsche did not lose to Hermione and Harry's sarcastic remarks, but to Smaug's gaze. Only after seeing the other take the first bite did it blink and turn to begin tasting its own part.

Even if Nietzsche had only torn off a small piece of meat with his teeth, that would have been enough...

The victor of this day was—the merciful and generous Smaug.

In the days that followed, Smaug became Nietzsche's good helper in relieving his emotions. Its lively appearance seemed to show the charm of life to the extreme (but it was not cute), so it made Nietzsche feel much better.

This was good news for Mercury, at least it didn't have to worry about Nietzsche suddenly going to the owl's hut to conduct some magical experiment.

During Thursday's Summoning Charm class, Malfoy secretly told Blaise and the others something.

"I saw it with my own eyes—that big oaf Hagrid kept a dragon," Draco said confidently.

"Did you tell the dean?" Blaise was more reserved than him, and said in a very calm tone, "This is a good opportunity. Maybe we can get that filthy half-giant expelled."

"I already told you, but... but the dean doesn't seem to believe me!"

“That’s because you don’t have any evidence,” Daphne suddenly interjected, as if intentionally reminding him. “The fire dragon grows very quickly; if it were still in school, it definitely wouldn’t be able to hide it.”

Her words jolted Draco awake. Yes, raising a dragon like that would definitely leave behind all sorts of traces.

When Pansy saw Draco, who had been frowning, suddenly express his gratitude to Daphne happily, her brows furrowed and a sense of crisis arose in her heart.

"Perhaps you could ask the prefect to intervene; I heard the student council president is graduating soon..."

Pansy turned to the side, cutting off their conversation and drawing Draco's attention back to her.

The most intense competition for student council president is between Percy of Gryffindor and Lucien of Slytherin, both of whom are favored by their respective heads of household, while Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are simply not interested.

If Lucien catches Hagrid raising a dragon without permission, it will be a top-notch achievement, securing his position as the next student council president.

“That’s right! That’s a great idea!” Draco and the others discussed the plan.

After finishing her next flight lesson, Daphne covered her face with a thin scarf and hurried to the fifth-floor library. In the quiet study atmosphere, she observed everyone who passed by as she walked in.

With final exams approaching, there were quite a few Slytherins among them, but they weren't sitting together as usual, suggesting that something was beginning to crumble within Slytherin.