Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

He seemed to have forgotten about the other students and was just switching back and forth between Harry and Nietzsche, while Hermione was busy finding Nietzsche's flaws before the professor looked over.

"How many mistletoe berries would you like, Potter?" Snape stopped in front of Harry's desk, staring closely at the steps in his hands.

Hermione first took Snape's perspective and corrected Nietzsche's question about the weight of valerian, then immediately turned her attention and made a few gestures to Harry, who had his clothes pulled by his deskmate Ron and quickly looked away.

Facing Snape, they used a flawless combination of skills.

"Four berries, but if you want to reduce the viscosity of the potion, you can reduce one berry." Harry lowered his head and replied.

"Very good..." Snape leaned forward with his hands on the table, "It seems that our Mr. Potter is not just wandering around with his friends doing nothing. Since the answer is correct, why is he still standing there?"

Just when Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately turned around and attacked again.

Just as Hermione imagined, Snape first stopped Nietzsche's stirring and scraped his fingers around in the grinding cup, picking up some powder.

"What's the dose?" His requirements for Nietzsche seemed to be stricter than anyone else.

"The ratio is one to three, professor," Nietzsche said calmly. "Valerian has antispasmodic and analgesic effects, which can offset the side effects of curled-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 entry-level in his requirements for Nietzsche, and could only be regarded as an expression of "an IQ barely on par with that of a normal person."

"In fact, the Forgetfulness Potion is more effective than the Forgetfulness Charm. It is not an illegal potion." Snape suddenly raised his voice, as if he remembered that he was in class. "In terms of pros and cons, the Forgetfulness Potion is better."

But Snape's eyes were not scanning the room, trying to pick out which Gryffindors were not taking notes, but were fixed on Nietzsche.

"Because the effect of the Winged Demon Venom is to make people forget bad memories, this leads to the Forgetfulness Potion being related to the subjective thoughts of the person taking it, and it is more controllable than the Forgetfulness Spell."

Nietzsche had memorized almost all of the remedial lessons before Christmas, which made Draco, who was waiting to see a joke, a little discouraged.

So the question is, if a wizard who has been traumatized by the magical world and believes that everything in the magical world is unfriendly takes the amnesia potion, will he become a Muggle who can use magic?

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

"Is there such a thing?" Snape paid great attention to Potions, so his behavior was within Draco's expectations.

"Yes, but..." Nietzsche pressed his palm downwards, signaling the professor not to rush. "Professor, I think partnering is also an important part. Only perfect cooperation can make the potion more perfect."

Who is Nietzsche?

Hermione calls him 'Mr. Always Right'. He can always find a plausible reason for whatever he does.

So Nietzsche hooked his arm around Hermione's shoulders, but the latter seemed helpless but did not object.

Hermione just hopes that when Professor Snape deducts points later, he won't count her as one of them...

"Why can't you let Miss Parkinson learn more? Of course, I am not as good as Professor Snape in potions, so partnership is also an important part of the potions process." Nietzsche praised Snape.

"You're just quibbling!" Draco frowned and said disdainfully.

"I only care about whether you can produce the finished product today." Snape just left this ambiguous remark.

"Professor, have you ever had a partner to make potions before?" Nietzsche smiled and looked curiously at the Slytherin Dean who was deeply trusted by the headmaster.

"It has happened before... In addition, Slytherin will be deducted one point because Mr. Holmes made irrelevant gossip in class."

After finishing the Potions class, Nietzsche immediately ran to the Forbidden Forest.

At this time, Hagrid had been waiting on the hill with Fang in his hand for a long time. When he saw Nietzsche and others, he immediately jumped and waved his hands. He was more impatient than Ron and Harry.

As for the storage location of the dragon, Hagrid has moved it from his own house to the Forbidden Forest.

"But Headmaster Dumbledore said we can't go in." Neville was still a little timid. He looked at the dark entrance and swallowed. "It is said that there are many dangerous magical animals in here..."

"Dangerous?" Hagrid waved his hand nonchalantly. "That's just a misunderstanding among wizards. They're actually very cute."

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

After listening to Neville's story about the magical animals encountered by the Weasley brothers, Nietzsche felt that the headmaster was really responsible in employing people... because the Forbidden Forest could be regarded as the richest place in Hogwarts.

If Hagrid wasn't so honest, he could make a lot of Galleons just by selling the raw materials for potions.

"Follow closely, my friends aren't very friendly." Hagrid led the way, holding the lantern that would never go out.

The Forbidden Forest was very humid, with only occasional light coming through the gaps between the leaves, so if you walked a little further in you could see the thick tree roots exposed on the ground. Ron even tripped over the fog and fell into the mud.

Nietzsche, on the other hand, drew his cane and used his sword to cut off the branches that were blocking his way.

As Hermione was walking through a bush, she suddenly felt something brushing against her calf and running away.

She stepped back repeatedly, knocking over Nietzsche behind her.

Fang, who came running at the noise, roared and rushed into the bushes. As the leaves fell, a fat, round blue bird was driven out, and then disappeared with a "bang" in front of Hermione.

"That's not a snake, and...have you gained weight recently?" Nietzsche said with a smile.

"How do you know if I'm overweight?" Hermione wanted to apologize, but after hearing his 'slander', she rolled her eyes and said, "Shut up! I gave up my afternoon tea time and was dragged here by you."

Clean up~

Listening to the triggered Hermione, Ron slowed down his pace and pulled Neville and Harry away.

"I really don't know who else can stand her except Nietzsche..." Ron felt a little overwhelmed after listening to the complaints in front of him. "To be honest, we are still good friends of Nietzsche, and it's a big benefit."

Neville gave Nietzsche an encouraging look.

At least, as long as Nietzsche didn't leave, Hermione wouldn't keep nagging at them.

"I think..." Harry rubbed his chin with his thumb and thought for a while, "They are a bit like my uncle and aunt. Sometimes when my aunt is mumbling, Vernon will stare at the TV in a daze."

"So you mean Hermione likes Nietzsche?" Neville pulled Harry's head over and glanced ahead as he spoke.

"Hey, you know what, when my dad is tinkering with Muggle cars, my mom will nag at the side." Ron said, "Don't disturb them at this time, otherwise you will get into trouble...tsk tsk."

Ron and his two brothers have a deep understanding of this.

The Forbidden Forest was so large that after walking for a while, they lost their way. Hagrid walked under a tree, held up a lantern and began to look around.

With the help of the firelight, Hermione and Nietzsche discovered a symbol carved by humans.

"We've reached their territory. Now follow me closely and don't fall behind." Hagrid pulled aside the grass, revealing a path behind. Many weeds were bent, indicating a path walked by people.

The depths of the Forbidden Forest were frighteningly quiet, but after getting used to it, Nietzsche could feel a sense of peace again.

Ron was in an excited state, because he had always heard George and Fred brag about what happened in the Forbidden Forest, so he said: "It seems that I am the first Weasley family member to go deep into the Forbidden Forest."

Occasionally there was the sound of grass shaking, but they thought it was some magical animal.

"whoosh"

An arrow pierced through the bushes, stopping Hagrid in his tracks.

Nietzsche and Hermione grabbed their wands as quickly as possible, stood back to back, faced both sides, and reminded Harry and others to squat and use the bushes on the roadside as cover.

"Wait, it's me! Rubeus!" Hagrid shouted hurriedly, "They are all my friends!!"

In the distance in the bushes someone began to talk.

Following a burst of whispers, the sound of horse hooves rang out, and first a human head appeared from behind the tree trunks, followed by a horse's body...The mysterious 'friends' that Hagrid mentioned were the group of centaurs living in the Forbidden Forest.

Some of them were holding bows and arrows, while others were holding black iron spears.

Nietzsche simply drew a circle at the centaurs with his wand. Even if they used all their strength, they could not continue pulling the bowstrings. As Nietzsche moved his wand, all the weapons were crushed and bent by a huge force.

"Hagrid, you know we don't welcome wizards here..." The centaur in the middle, with brown and black hair all over his body, pawed the soil restlessly with his front hooves.

Just now, this little wizard just cast a spell and destroyed all the weapons of everyone.

"They're just 'ponies'." Hagrid held up his hands. "Bane, we're only here to see the dragon, and Ronan won't allow you to hurt the ponies."

"Hmph, don't use it to scare me!" In front of everyone's gaze, Bane straightened the iron spear with all his might.

His streamlined muscles were just like those described in ancient Greek mythology: handsome, strong and youthful. The only difference was his bad temper.

"I'm sorry, Hagrid." Another centaur came out with a little fear, "The Forbidden Forest has been very unstable recently, and there are always some animals dying tragically, so we are protecting our own home."

Hagrid pressed down Nietzsche and Hermione's wands, then used his tall body to block them.

"Magri, you know... Ronan and I have an agreement, so I will never let other wizards come to your territory."

"You can only represent yourself. Let's go. We never actively hurt foals." Magre pulled out a bow and arrow from his sling and held it in his hand like a dagger. "Baine, continue patrolling."

Those centaurs followed Magre's example and used any sharp objects around them as weapons.

"How come we are foals?" Harry waited until the group of centaurs were far away before speaking.

"That's because they promised Headmaster Dumbledore that they wouldn't harm the young wizards, so they called you all 'ponies' according to the centaurs' custom." Hagrid said worriedly, "They are very friendly to the young wizards."

Neville was terrified, and as he passed the tree trunk in front of him, he jumped and pulled out the arrow from it.

"Friendly? Is this a gift for meeting someone?" He then swung the arrow and scratched a mark on the wood.

"If you want, you can collect it... and as you all heard, this is only a temporary problem, except for Bane, who has always had a bad temper."

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

The passage to the centaur tribe had a stream coming from the Black Lake, which converged into a lake in the center of the plain. There, they saw many female centaurs, who only used leaves to cover their bodies, scooping water with wooden ladles.

The sounds of playing and gurgling streams attracted the attention of Ron, Harry and Neville.

“Nature’s dress…” Even Nietzsche is not immune.

"Don't forget, you are here to visit the dragon!" Hermione pulled off her shawl and covered Nietzsche's head with it, covering his eyes.

"I know, I'm just observing the lives of centaurs." Nietzsche explained stubbornly, "Don't you think that centaurs seem to be integrated with nature? For centaurs, this may be a fashion."

He felt that Hermione must have misunderstood.

After all, I'm observing living creatures, so I can't look at the centaurs from a wizard's perspective... although they're all pretty good.

"It's just a grass skirt! That's all!" said Hermione.

"Actually, this is for the sake of you little wizards. Even clothes woven from nature will become an obstacle to our own nature." An elderly centaur came out and greeted Hagrid kindly.

It had brown-red hair and a long beard tied up on its chin, and was holding a huge stone basin in its hands.

The little fire dragon that Hagrid was worried about was now twice as big as when it had just hatched. It had rubbed white marks on the stone basin with its claws, and every time it burped, a small flame would come out of its mouth.

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

"Ronan! Oh my God, I don't know how to thank you." Hagrid quickly took the dragon. "I thought you would refuse at first. After all, a dragon..."

"But no matter how much we hate it, it is still part of nature." Ronan looked very steady.

"By the way, I heard from Bain and Magorian that a lot of things have happened in the Forbidden Forest recently. I'll start to pay attention..." Hagrid stepped aside and introduced the other party, "These children will be taken care of when I'm not free."

As soon as Hermione pulled the shawl off Nietzsche, she froze.

What does this mean? Wait... aren't they just responsible for observation? Why do they need to look after us?

"It's your job to take care of the dragon." Hermione's blank eyes stayed on Hagrid's face for a while, and continued, "Do you still 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 any problem.

"so..."

"That's why I want Nietzsche to come. He can always find a way. 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 teething stick for the fire dragon, suddenly lost interest.

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

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

"Norbert!"

"Smaug!"

Nietzsche and Heigl said at the same time.

The only fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest must of course correspond to the last dragon in Middle-earth.

"Then do we have to change our name to the Council of Elrond?" 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 looked at the two people who were smiling at each other.

Although he didn't understand, it sounded very Muggle and coool.

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

At that meeting, a group of people decided to destroy the ring, which determined the direction of events.

So, how could this not be a recognition for Hagrid's Charmander?... What Nietzsche and Hermione meant was that at least Charmander could be decided to stay.

(Two-in-one chapter of 5,000 chapters~)