Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

There was already a case in front of him, and Draco obviously understood what would happen if he floated in the air.

"In terms of the number of spells, it is absolutely impossible for Nietzsche to surpass Marcus now." George took out his wand and placed the tip of the wand to his lips, like a professional game commentator.

"Brother, don't forget that Marcus still needs to maintain the armor spell, and the students' magic power is not enough to support both ends."

Nietzsche insisted on controlling Malfoy, and it was simply unrealistic to expect him to dodge spells as frequently as before.

He also knew that if he wanted to keep the situation balanced, he had to find a way to get rid of Malfoy while the other party was breathing, and his spirit and attention had to be focused on controlling his magic.

"Hurry - fight - back!" Marcus shouted at the top of his lungs.

Nietzsche felt as if he was hit head-on by an angry bull and fell backwards.

He covered his abdomen and pressed it tentatively with his fingertips, only to find that his ribs might be broken. His head was buzzing due to the violent impact, and he also lost a certain degree of hearing.

Faced with Marcus's relentless pressure, he could only support himself with his elbows and slowly walk towards him.

But Nietzsche seized the opportunity in his heart - when Marcus shouted the repulsive spell for the third time, the original two seconds of preparation time became four seconds, which meant that the opponent's magic power had reached the bottom.

"What's your plan?" Ron was anxious, jumping up and down, as if he was the wizard who was knocked down. "Hermione, didn't you say that as long as Nietzsche could hold on for ten minutes, he wouldn't lose?"

"Damn it, Neville won't go looking for his toad at the last minute, will he?" Hermione was also a little depressed, "I calculated it right!"

She wanted to stand up to help, but was stopped by the Weasley twins, because if Hermione did any more strenuous exercise, it would only speed up the blood circulation.

So all Hermione can do now is to hope that Neville can be of some use at the critical moment.

But they were wrong about one thing, that was their judgment... On the note from Warrington, Marcus's hot temper and the moves he made in the duel were clearly recorded.

The opponent is good at repelling spells and obstruction spells. In other words, as long as it is not a spell like the petrification spell that can make Nietzsche lose his ability to move instantly, it will not affect his control over Malfoy.

Nietzsche was knocked down again and again by Marcus, who was in full force, but the pain only made him more sober.

Malfoy, whose feet were slightly off the ground, felt a sway and shouted excitedly, "That's right! Flint, that's it, don't give him time to control the levitation spell!"

The dawn of victory has arrived. As long as Nietzsche loses control of the spell, Malfoy will fall to the ground and the situation will instantly return to one-on-two.

But he thought it was too simple, shaking was just shaking...

For the first time, Marcus felt inexplicably panicked. The opponent was like an indestructible cockroach. Every time he defeated Nietzsche, he would get up again. It seemed that the only way to stop him from moving forward was to kill him.

He was puzzled, but soon understood what the other party's purpose was under such absolute crushing strength.

"Your wound..." Marcus' hands began to tremble.

Turning his head to look at Malfoy who was giving orders to him from behind, and then looking at Nietzsche in front of him, Marcus saw a huge gap.

Instead of retreating, Nietzsche was moving toward himself.

How many times has this happened?

Looking at the breathless Marcus, Nietzsche seized the opportunity at this moment.

"Sorry, for the sake of fairness, let me think... let him out." Nietzsche bent his waist and raised his hands towards Malfoy like an old man, and then the other's body began to bend.

Think of him as a piece of paper.

It has nothing to do with size or the level of magic power; it is simply Nietzsche's subconscious disgust.

That's it, while maintaining the 'floating' state, apply the 'twisting' effect to the target.

Draco, suspended in the air, saw the Shield Charm gradually dissipating, and fear crept up his spine in the dark night. Then, everyone including the Slytherins saw an even more horrifying scene:

Draco Malfoy was hung up, and with a 'click' sound, the joints of both arms were dislocated.

Among the audience, only George and Fred saw it clearly first.

"I see. In order to prevent Malfoy from escaping control, Nietzsche chose to use his body to take on Marcus's spell... He could sense that the other party couldn't take care of both ends at the same time."

"Nietzsche could see through any slight change in Marcus. It's incredible. He's a natural chaser."

Malfoy's screams were particularly harsh in the night sky before curfew, but when the sound reached the castle, the wizards leaning against the windows just thought it was a bird calling.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were under the trees, had already begun to retreat.

Hermione heard Pansy first swear at a few people and then rushed out of the crowd, ran to Draco and dragged him back.

"There are only two of us left now." Marcus looked at the other side trembling with fear, "Your wounds are not enough to sustain a second battle..."

After his endurance was exhausted, Nietzsche was hit by two repulsive spells, a leg-locking spell, and a stinging spell. If it were any other wizard, they would have no energy to resist, let alone concentrate.

Nietzsche refocused his attention on the wand and raised his hand with difficulty.

"But I just maintained control, so my magic is stronger than yours." Nietzsche, who was hit by the leg-locking spell, stood with his legs together, "I said, the battle is not over yet..."

When Marcus duels, he usually keeps his enemy awake and in pain, which makes the opponent lose the ability to think. This is his usual tactic.

Things like the petrification spell and the freezing spell were not within his scope of study.

But Nietzsche is the natural enemy of this kind of people, because pain is a kind of fuel to him. The more pain he feels, the more fiercely the will in his heart burns.

This kind of miserable posture was something Hermione and Harry had never seen before. Strictly speaking, they never saw these injuries on Nietzsche. Usually, they only appeared on people standing opposite him.

"Really? Are you sure you can cast it again?"

Marcus glanced at the trembling Nietzsche, with a ferocious look on his face, and took the first step forward.

Suddenly, the sound of frogs croaking came from above the lake, and a toad suddenly jumped down from the hillside. The first thing Harry and Ron thought of was Neville's frog.

But it turns out they were right.

"Rivet, run slower... Professor McGonagall should be right here..."

Following Leif was the head of Gryffindor. It was actually the Longbottom kid who knocked on the door of the office tonight. At first she thought Neville was here to study, but when she heard what he said, her expression immediately turned from sunny to gloomy.

Two first-year students fighting each other? And there are fourth-year students involved?

Moreover, Neville Longbottom waited until the two sides started fighting before he hurried over to tell her.

Professor McGonagall first looked at Malfoy, who was leaning against a dead tree with his arms drooping, and then noticed Nietzsche, who was dirty and had a bruised face.

While Neville was picking up the toad again, he exchanged a glance with Hermione.

This was not something Hermione did on purpose, but because there was not much good news about Marcus. Even the Weasley duo, who usually looked down on Slytherin the most, had to affirm his strength.

This was Hermione's helpless Plan B: no winners, no losers... except that the professor heard the noise and stumbled upon several people dueling in private.

"Potter!" She looked behind Nietzsche and could no longer believe her eyes. "Miss Granger, you... don't tell me you were involved."

Hermione lowered her head in shame, not daring to look directly at the dean's complicated expression.

But at this time, Nietzsche, who was supported by Neville, interrupted and said: "Professor, Malfoy and I are both Slytherin..."

"Ah... yes!" Neville felt like he was being poked with a wand and immediately stammered, "Hermione asked me to tell you, Professor."

Professor McGonagall stared at Neville. This Longbottom child was always honest and would not lie. So she flicked her wand and conjured up several stretchers, and the injured people were carried up.

Finally, Slytherin deducted ten points from each person...

Hermione was relieved to hear that Gryffindor had escaped. Apparently Professor McGonagall believed what Neville said. At the same time, she cursed Nietzsche in her heart.

She thought: I am also Nietzsche's assistant, why didn't Gryffindor lose points... No! Granger, what are you thinking? This kind of thinking is not acceptable!

Madam Pomfrey was numb.

What happened? It’s been a week since school started and people have been coming to the infirmary every now and then.

"Professor, we..."

"Shut up!" McGonagall, who was wearing an emerald green wizard robe, interrupted Malfoy's sophistry, "Regarding your duel, I think Dean Snape should come here in person!!"

A cloud of silvery white smoke emerged from the tip of her wand, which then formed into a kitten and ran out of the empty window above the bed.

It was magical that when the kitten made of white mist passed by Nietzsche, the negative emotions that had not yet dissipated began to slowly recede, and he unconsciously recalled some happy scenes.

On the other side, Madam Pomfrey applied potion to Hermione's ankle and then began to check Draco's injuries.

She said solemnly: "Your joke is too much. The girl was poisoned by the snake's neurotoxin, and both of your arms are dislocated, as if they were twisted off by someone..."

But Madam Pomfrey did not find any traces of dark magic left by the spell.

Did Draco just have a fight with Hagrid?

"Who did you fight with?"

Draco pointed to Nietzsche, who was sitting in an empty bed next to him. His injuries looked more serious than his own.

So Pomfrey asked, "What spell did you use? If you don't want to leave any permanent scars on the other party, tell me immediately."

"Levitation spell."

This dark magic sounds a bit strange... Wait, a levitation spell? ?

"I'm not kidding, child." Madam Pomfrey told him angrily, "I don't care what the reason for your duel is, but at least let me know what spells you used."

Now everyone was crowded into the infirmary, and under the light, they all saw the arms, which looked completely different in the dark.

The entire hand was completely twisted, the shoulder blade joint was dislocated, the palm was facing upwards, and the muscles turned purple due to lack of blood circulation. Draco Malfoy had completely lost consciousness.

"Of course the Levitation Charm won't leave any dark magic scars. You just need to restore the joints of his arm to their original positions..."

"Click~"

Madam Pomfrey tried, and Malfoy screamed even louder as his shoulder joint healed.

"You did it on purpose, right?"

Under Hermione's gaze, Nietzsche shrugged.

He dared to guarantee that he had never thought of this, but at the moment, it seemed to be working quite well.

Anyway, as long as it works, it's fine. As for the levitation spell that Nietzsche mentioned, Madam Pomfrey completely ignored it. In all her years of work, no one had ever used a levitation spell that would cause such harm to wizards.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

When the door of the infirmary opened again, Snape came in with a dark face.

Volume 1: Chapter 30: The Pureblood is Dead!

When everyone thought it was just an ordinary wizard duel, only Hermione, who knew him, knew that Nietzsche was serious.

"Duel? I think you still have too much energy." Snape stood in front of the bed, his face gloomy, "Draco, you indulge yourself too much..."

Then he turned to Nietzsche and said, "And you, Nietzsche Holmes, are lucky enough to have survived the senior wizard duel. You should be thankful that your opponent is a troll."

Of course, Flint, who was standing in the corner by Professor McGonagall, and Harry, who was standing at the door, were not spared either.

"As for our Quidditch captain, he is of course willing to continue playing for his team for another year."

"Ah~ Potter, it's a pity that you, the one watching the show, are not lying here today."

However, Snape knew his limits. After simply checking the injuries of the three men, he was shocked by Nietzsche's injuries. He even put the tongue that was spraying venom back into his mouth and stopped mocking him.

His left rib was broken by the impact, his bloody knee joint was still stained with some dirt and grass, his left arm was bruised, his eyeballs were slightly bulging, and he had a slight concussion.

Normally, a normal person should have fainted.

Snape thought for a moment, then pulled Madam Pomfrey over and asked in a deep voice: "This kind of injury should not be treated with a resuscitation spell. You should..."

"Of course I didn't! The child was conscious when he was brought here!"

Madam Pomfrey certainly understood the side effects of the Resuscitation Charm. Although this spell could wake a person up from a coma and offset a single Stunning Spell, its awakening effect actually overdrew the energy of the unconscious person.

Unless in an emergency or combat, it will never be used casually.

She looked at Nietzsche, who had just received the chocolate frog from Neville, and felt a little surprised.

"I was going to ask again tomorrow." Snape nodded, turned around, and sneered, revealing his yellow teeth. "Then I'll tell you straight away, who is the initiator of the duel, and who is the winner..."

"Severus!" Professor McGonagall shouted angrily.

This was unreasonable in Professor McGonagall's opinion, and those who participated in the duel should be punished.

"I think they should understand the meaning of a duel, rather than treating it as a game... But if it's not a duel between wizards, you two - I know as many potions as you will have to endure."

Whether it was to avoid punishment or not, Nietzsche and Malfoy nodded in agreement.

"I'm glad that the dean is willing to be a witness to the duel." Nietzsche's left hand was bandaged, leaning against the pillow, half lying on the bed, "According to the bet, Malfoy can never mention his tragic bloodline in front of me...any words."

Draco turned his head sharply and just as he was about to raise his hand, he gasped in pain.

"I didn't lose! Marcus hasn't retreated yet!"

It's a shame.

As a pureblood, she was forbidden to talk about her bloodline in front of a Mudblood. This had never happened before in Slytherin. In this academy, bloodline meant the most basic status.