Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Volume 1: Chapter 64 So he is Gollum?

The long history of the Centaurs can be traced back to the time when European city-states were first established.

From Ronan's words, we can learn that they were very active in the beginning, so much so that every mythological story at that time would include stories about centaurs, who were mostly described as philosophical, warlike humanoid creatures.

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

"I really don't know what's going on with Muggles now. When our ancestors first came to this land, they sometimes helped people from various city-states learn astronomy... Muggles, they have always been eager to learn."

Ronan led a few people and watched the Norwegian Ridgeback drinking water by the lake, but Ron and Neville's eyes always involuntarily shifted to the female centaur on the opposite bank, and they immediately lowered their heads after taking a look.

But the laughter from playing in the water, like a hook, always attracts the hearts of these young wizards who have never seen the world.

"Then did you leave the outside world in the end because of the Statute of Secrecy that was introduced later?" Hermione sat on the soft and wet grass, and the surrounding environment made her begin to relax.

"Wizarding laws have nothing to do with us. It's just that later on, Muggles and centaurs disagreed on many issues." Ronan said as he recalled, "They can't be in harmony with nature, so..."

Nietzsche heard the euphemism and appreciation in it.

The reason for being euphemistic is that the development of Muggles is always inseparable from land resources, which is inevitable, and the reason for being appreciative is because of Muggles' tenacity, loyalty, and courage in facing the unknown.

At this time, Smaug was dragging a fish from the lake to the shore, but his body was still too small and he could not fly. Coupled with the resistance of the water and the struggle of the fish, he choked on several mouthfuls of cold water.

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

"But I've heard of many stories where people fought together on horseback. Is that true?!" Hermione's eyes lit up, as if she was verifying the authenticity of certain stories.

"That's all in the past. There must have been some." Ronan shook his head.

If nothing happened, the Muggles wouldn't record it.

Smaug tilted his head, staring at Nietzsche with his orange-red vertical pupils. It took him a while to think before he realized that the two-legged beast in front of him had helped...so the fish under his claws did not entirely belong to him.

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

Then he used his sharp claws to cut the fish into two halves, and then used his head to push the back half with the tail towards Nietzsche's hand.

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

But Smaug didn't care. He let out a low growl in his throat and looked at him with bulging eyes.

"Ahem... The fire dragon is a creature with a strong sense of self." Ronan cleared his throat and said in a strange tone, "You helped it, so it thinks you are a friend. If you don't accept it, you are rejecting its kindness."

Ronan, you are laughing, right? You are definitely trying not to laugh!

But Hermione had never seen Nietzsche in such an embarrassed state, and she suddenly felt that being dragged to the Forbidden Forest was a good choice.

"Don't you still want to tame dragons? This won't do..." Hermione enjoyed seeing his embarrassment and said with a smile, "Of course, from a hygiene point of view, I still suggest that you grill it and eat it."

Without waiting for Nietzsche to think, she picked up the fish meat soaked in ambergris with a sharpened wooden stick and placed it on the fire among the crowd.

There's nothing wrong with it after it's grilled, but... Nietzsche felt a little sick when he heard the sizzling sound of the fish being grilled. If this Norwegian Ridgeback was a male, he would be even more unbearable.

Wait, what if it's a female dragon?

"Don't worry, we won't compete with you for it." Harry looked at him in a daze and spoke to comfort him.

In the end, Nietzsche lost not to Hermione and Harry's sarcasm, but to Smaug's gaze, which only blinked and turned to taste its own portion after seeing the other take the first bite.

Even if Nietzsche only tore off a small piece of meat with his teeth, it would be enough...

The winner of this day is the kind and generous Smaug.

In the following days, Smaug became a good helper for Nietzsche to relieve his emotions. Its lively appearance seemed to show the charm of vitality to the extreme (but not cute), so this made Nietzsche feel a lot better.

This is good news for Mercury. At least it doesn't have to worry about Nietzsche suddenly getting inspired and going to the Owl Shed to perform some magical experiments with its help.

During the Charms class on Thursday practicing the Spell of the Flying Spell, Malfoy secretly told Blaise and others something.

"I saw with my own eyes that big fool Hagrid raised a dragon." Draco said confidently.

"Have you told 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 dirty half-giant expelled."

"I said it, but...but the dean didn't seem to believe it!"

"That's because you have no evidence." Daphne suddenly interrupted, as if to remind him intentionally, "The fire dragon grows very fast. If it is still in school, it will definitely not be hidden."

Her words enlightened Draco. Yes, raising a dragon like that would definitely leave all kinds of traces.

When Pansy saw Draco, who was originally frowning, suddenly happily thanked Daphne, her brows furrowed and a sense of crisis emerged in her heart.

"Maybe you can ask the prefect to come forward. I heard that the student union president is about to graduate..."

Pansy turned sideways, separating the two from each other and also bringing Draco's gaze back to her.

As for the Student Union President, the most intense competition is between Percy from Gryffindor and Lucian from Slytherin. These two are favored by their respective deans, while Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are simply not interested.

If Lucien caught Hagrid secretly raising a dragon, it would be a first-class achievement and his position as the next student union president would be secure.

"Yes! This is a good idea!" Draco discussed the plan with several others.

After finishing the next flying class, Daphne covered her face with a gauze scarf and hurried to the library on the fifth floor. In the quiet learning atmosphere, she walked inside while observing everyone who passed by.

Because the final exams were approaching, there were quite a few Slytherins among them, but they did not sit together as they did in the past. It seemed that something had begun to disintegrate within Slytherin.

Finally, she saw Nietzsche Holmes sitting in a seat close to the library window.

"Tear the thing off, no one will notice you here." Nietzsche, who was writing a paper on "The Wide Application of Standard Magic Spells", said lazily.

"Even if there's only a small probability, I can't afford to gamble." Daphne lowered her voice and sat in the chair opposite him.

"So what's the reason that made you take the risk to come to me? It can't be just to chat, right?"

Daphne told him everything about the Charms class without holding back, and Nietzsche believed that she would not hold back.

"Hmm...it seems that you choose to bet on both sides, which is cheating." Nietzsche stopped writing with his quill and finally raised his head to look at the other party. "You reminded Malfoy over there, and you want to take credit for it from me."

"Don't be silly, you are a smart person. I am helping you solve the problem in advance and reduce the risk."

Daphne corrected him.

In fact, according to her logic, she was helping Nietzsche to quickly deal with Draco, the venomous snake that kept following him. The longer it took, the more disadvantageous it would be for the "Fire Dragon Incident".

The future represents uncertainty, and plans will only change due to various uncertain factors.

This first-year Muggle wizard in front of him, started out alone and changed other people's impression of Slytherin through various events. He even won over Warrington and struck Marcus out.

Sometimes, she couldn't tell whether Nietzsche had deliberately created those events or just let them happen.

"Aren't you worried that I might sow discord?" Nietzsche put the brown paper filled with papers into the book, and crossed his fingers on the cover. "I just need to tell Draco a little..."

"You won't." Daphne had never thought of that before. "You are not that kind of person."

Although Daphne still insisted on certain rules, she couldn't help but start to have some doubts based on the changes in Slytherin.

"Okay, thank you for your advice. I will keep an eye on Lucian and Gollum." Nietzsche seemed to be in a good mood. Even Daphne, who was of noble birth, could not find any problems with his interpersonal relationships.

Gulu?

Daphne didn't understand his nickname for Malfoy.

As soon as she left, Nietzsche immediately took out a book about spells from the bookshelf, and found the tracking and countermeasures commonly used by wizards.

'In order to ensure that their location is not exposed, wizards usually use the Disillusionment Charm to achieve their goal. A master of this spell can achieve the level of an invisibility cloak... Remember: this cannot make you disappear on the spot.'

When get out of class was over the next day, Nietzsche moved his equipment from the Potions classroom.

"Baine!" he called to the surly centaur as he stuffed wood under the cauldron.

"what's up?"

"If there are any Winged Demons in the Forbidden Forest, can you help me bring a few of them?" Nietzsche looked at his watch, wondering how long it would take Hermione to arrive.

"The centaurs are not your subordinates, little pony..." Bain crushed a piece of bluestone with his hoof in annoyance, "Ronan can allow you to come and go freely, but can't he satisfy your greedy hearts?!"

Nietzsche did not retreat because of the other party's temper, but just took a step back slightly and showed his empty hands.

"I've heard about what happened in the Forbidden Forest recently. As long as you are willing to get some venom from the Winged Demon, I can make enough forgetfulness potion." He thanked Professor Snape for his potions in his heart.

Now it was Bane's turn to be confused.

He had heard of some of the wizards' strange potions, but what did that have to do with patrolling.

"The venom of the Winged Demon has a forgetfulness effect. You can infiltrate the potion into the skin of the invader... This way, if you encounter a poaching wizard, you can better expel him."

"We can choose to kill anyone who illegally enters the centaur territory. Our ladder can crush his spine." said Bane.

Is the poacher Batman?

"Yes, that's right, but what if the other party takes legal action against the Ministry of Magic?" Nietzsche explained.

Among this group of patrol teams, there are always centaurs who know the pros and cons, so Magre came out and pulled the confused Bane aside. He suddenly felt that he should consider how to deal with wizards who destroy the balance of nature.

Killing is definitely not an option.

"What the little pony said makes sense, Bane...if someone dies, the guys in the Ministry of Magic will choose to expel you, and..." Magorian's horse hooves stepped in small steps, "This is Hogwarts."

They don't want to involve the school's principal yet.

So Nietzsche was right, they needed a correct way to drive out poachers.

"No! That poacher... I've never seen anyone like him!" Bane roared angrily, "He killed the animals but didn't eat them, as if... as if he was just doing it for fun!"

He seemed determined to impose sanctions with iron-blooded means.

But the problem is that the areas where the centaurs live are planned by the Ministry of Magic, and they have to listen to those smooth-talking wizards.

"We are centaurs! Bane, we are not like banshees and vampires who are defined as 'humans' just because they can talk." Magre advised, "We can't let our tribe be despised because of our impulsiveness!"

The hot-tempered Bane glanced at Nietzsche, and his chest, which had been inflated at first, finally deflated.

It walked over slowly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a tone it thought was the calmest about the dosage of the Winged Demon Venom required. It seemed that Bane would also listen to his companion's advice.

"The places marked by the centaurs are all safe, so I will go to the nest of the curled-winged demons to get some." Baine didn't know what to do, so he took out the empty canteen hanging on his body and said, "Is it enough to fill this up?"

Nietzsche was so happy...How much? Of course the more the better!

Judging from the ox horn wine jug used by the centaurs, it is at least a pint, about 400 milliliters.

"The amnesia potion I made is enough for you to use for ten years." Nietzsche held out his hand. "Also, I recommend you use the blowgun. So... happy cooperation?"

Bane saw Nietzsche's etiquette of equality and respect, which seemed to be the first time he had seen it. He was a little flustered for a moment. He looked at the other party's hands covered with mud, so he walked closer and lowered his head slightly.

When you hold your hands together, you can feel the difference in strength brought by the muscles.

"Okay, okay..." Nietzsche quickly pulled his hand away and shook it.

"It seems that you still need some practice, little pony. It seems that wizards are not omnipotent." Bane proudly shook his long hair and grinned, "What did you say... By the way, happy cooperation."

A few sharp noises came from my feet, and I looked down to see Smaug sharpening his claws with his staff.

At this time, the Norwegian Ridgeback was almost as tall as his knees, and the power of its tail alone could break a branch as thick as a wrist. Without any competitors, Smaug grew faster than an ordinary fire dragon.

"Ignite!" Nietzsche shook his wand.

It opened its mouth and spit out a ball of fire at Nietzsche, who immediately controlled it with a fire spell.

This is their way of playing, and Smaug doesn't have to worry about his fire burning down the centaurs' tents, so he likes Nietzsche even more... It's nice to have someone to play with you.

"It's good to have you. I can skip the process of summoning fire." Nietzsche divided the flame into several parts and let them fly into the bonfire of the centaur tribe.

Smaug didn't understand, but when he saw Nietzsche could play with him with a smile, he started to bark too.

Now everything is ready, just waiting for someone to come to the door~

It is not a good idea to trespass into the centaur's territory without permission, but the kind-hearted Nietzsche will only make Malfoy forget everything that happened in the forbidden forest like a nightmare.

Just pretend nothing happened?

Volume 1: Chapter 65: Walking into a Trap

(PS: Although there is only one update these days, don't worry, it is about 5,000 words each.)

As soon as Hermione came over, she saw the secret handover between the centaur Bane and Nietzsche.

Originally, she thought that the ox horn bottle should contain wine brewed by the centaurs themselves, but when the lid was opened, the sticky dark liquid inside brought Hermione's thoughts back to the Potions class.

That's clearly the venom of the Winged Demon...

"Can you come over and give me a hand?" Nietzsche sat on a wooden block and snapped his fingers at the crucible.

It's the 'Fire Dragon Curse'!

Smaug swooped down and spit out a ball of hot dragon flame towards the match under the crucible. After finishing, he proudly swung his tail towards Nietzsche.

"Are you finally willing to practice your clumsy Potions?" Hermione sat down next to him.