Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

In order to make the crucibles and glass cups more rigorous, Nietzsche manually drew scales on them.

"Yeah, I finally understand the old bat's admiration for potions." Nietzsche dropped two drops of diluted Curled Wing Demon Venom into the crucible filled with lake water. "Leaving no trace...more convenient...hehe."

"We caught some food from the Black Lake." Neville came over with a bunch of freshwater fish.

He squatted down carefully, put the thing on the ground first, and then used a branch to push the fish towards Smaug's mouth little by little. Neville didn't want to be bitten by the dragon.

But this was just a snack for Smaug, as his appetite was now almost as big as Hagrid's.

But he doesn't need to worry here. At least before he can go out to hunt animals on his own, the centaurs will always bring Smaug a whole deer or dozens of rabbits after each patrol.

"It definitely won't want to leave the Forbidden Forest again..." Ron said cheerfully.

Here, it has food and water, and is taken care of by a group of strong centaurs. It is more comfortable than the so-called fire dragon sanctuary.

At this time, a female centaur with brown hair and a crown of grass came over, carrying a large box of valerian, lavender, and sleepy beans. These raw materials for potions can be found everywhere in the Forbidden Forest.

"This is... the raw material for the Living Hell Potion. You plan to use sleeping pills and forgetfulness potion together." Hermione suddenly realized something was wrong.

This is a NEWT-level powerful sleeping pill.

"It can make people sleep like a dead pig." Nietzsche picked up a needle and drew some of the brewed potion. "But the two potions cannot be mixed, so my current problem is not potion making."

"You mean... to separate the two potions and inject them one by one?" Hermione thought for a moment.

"Yes, I want to add a vacuum belt inside, but the needle is too thin, so... only Transfiguration can achieve my requirements."

If it had been someone else, Hermione might have agreed.

She did not immediately take the needle with the feather. Instead, she crossed her arms, stood up straight, and asked questions vigilantly.

"Reasons," said Hermione quietly.

"Centaurs have to protect their territory, and my way is more humanitarian..." Nietzsche turned to the female centaurs who had just moved the goods and smiled politely, "I hope you like this way."

Even female centaurs, after years of running and working in the forbidden forest, have mermaid lines on their slender, exposed waists.

Sweat and dew flowed along the stripes of muscles from the bottom of the chest to the hair. Those leaves might also be some kind of medicinal herbs, because a faint fragrance could be smelled.

"Sometimes we are really troubled by uninvited wizards, so... the centaurs will remember your help." The centaur's clear voice penetrated Hermione's ears.

It sounds like a good thing to do.

But Hermione knew that Nietzsche must want to use this opportunity to achieve some of his own goals.

"Look... This is not what I want to do, Hermione, you are helping others..." Nietzsche's voice was like a succubus in the Bible, pulling Hermione's mind into the abyss little by little.

Finally, she murmured helplessly, "Okay! I get it, but you are not allowed to hide it on your body!"

Don't carry such dangerous things with you. This is Hermione's best stubbornness.

"No problem. You are the only partner that Headmaster Dumbledore recognizes." Nietzsche handed the blowgun needle to the other person nonchalantly and said sincerely, "You know... I would never lie to you."

"What kind of lie is that..." Hermione gritted her teeth, took the opportunity to grab his left hand, and leaned forward slightly.

At the current distance, both of them could clearly feel the other's breath hitting their faces, but at least it was effective, because Hermione caught the embarrassment and fear on Nietzsche's face.

Apparently, he wasn't able to remain calm about everything.

"My dear, do you think I will believe you?" Hermione's voice was trembling and became rhythmic.

"At least I am 90% honest." Nietzsche heard the sound of bubbles bursting in the crucible and said with a stern face, "The potion will fail. Smaug's flame is hotter than what we usually burn ourselves."

He moved over, his tongue running across his teeth in his mouth.

While stirring with the wand, glance to your side from time to time, each time for no more than three seconds.

Hermione was like a winning ball dodging bird. She had finally grasped Nietzsche's lifeline, but this method could not be used often because she couldn't let the other party get used to it, so she had to find a good measure every time.

Ron dragged Neville along to admire the centaurs, under the pretext of observing the living habits of the creatures... This surprised Hagrid a little.

Harry was responsible for slicing the meat with a knife with other centaurs who came back from patrol. He roasted some of it for himself in the evening and left some for Smaug.

With Hermione's help, the living hell soup and the forgetfulness potion were quickly brewed.

"Are you sure this can keep the wizards away?" Bane picked up a needle with his fingernail and put it to his nose to examine it. "It looks like it's not as good as our bows and spears."

"One stick of this... is enough to make a small horned beast unconscious." Nietzsche casually rubbed the remaining powder on the fire dragon's wings.

Smaug: Roar?

Coma, oblivion, a set of combo moves is enough to make the invader forget certain things forever.

The centaurs do not need to worry about their territory being invaded, and they can also avoid being expelled by the Ministry of Magic for harming wizards... After a long period of understanding, Nietzsche knew the arrogant and old-fashioned character of the centaurs.

Because they do not admit that they are called "human" together with those dark creatures, they are classified as magical creatures by the Ministry of Magic.

Magical creatures that harm wizards need to be punished.

"If you forget something in a coma, you won't notice it...everything is just like a dream." Nietzsche introduced the miraculous effect of the potion in its application, "It's as casual as forgetting a dream you have had."

There is no need to be responsible at all, and we provide our own after-sales service - the other party has forgotten the whole thing, so naturally there is no "complaint".

After a brief discussion, Bane immediately asked the other centaurs in charge of hunting to change to blowpipes, and the ammunition belts were directly pinned on their chests, which made their temperament as old jungle hunters even more abrupt.

Draco naturally didn't know about the changes in the Forbidden Forest.

At this time, he was still eager to win over the future student union president Lucien Boll.

"Headmaster Snape said that as long as we have solid evidence, he can drive out a criminal who privately raises a dragon. Then I will ask my father to publicize you as a hero in the newspaper... The student union president will not be able to escape."

Draco sat on the single sofa in the lounge, crossed his legs, and held his glass high.

Of course, it's just regular grape juice.

"Just Hagrid?" Lucien glanced at the students sitting in a row with Draco at the center.

Draco didn't say anything, he just leaned over, supported his head with his hands, and nodded lazily at Daphne, who was their Foreign Minister.

"Of course not only that. You know, Slytherin's Holmes is also an accomplice who knew about the crime but did not report it~" Daphne smiled.

"Prefect Lucien, don't you think he's gone a little too far?" Draco added fuel to the fire. "He disrespected the authority of the prefect and tried to split Slytherin. Does he still have any regard for school rules?!"

"But his recent momentum...cannot be underestimated." Lucien hesitated.

It’s not that he just let it go, but he didn’t know where to start. If he made things difficult for the other party at this moment and was seen by other Slytherins, it would only make the divisive situation more serious.

In a sense, purebloods need half-bloods and Muggles to demonstrate their status.

"But what if the newspaper says 'Students who make friends with criminals'?" Draco was sure of this. "Reporters from the Daily Prophet never have trouble with money."

"Your father..." Lucien ventured cautiously.

"Yes, I went back during Christmas. My dad hated people like that, so he supported me."

The experienced Lucien agreed immediately. He knew that this matter was not just Draco's concern. Obviously, it seemed that Malfoy wanted to take the opportunity to interfere in Hogwarts, preferably by replacing Hagrid, the half-blood giant.

Daphne looked at the two people shaking hands and silently sipped her pumpkin juice.

How curious, Nietzsche... How would you defend yourself?

Finally the time chosen by Prefect Lucien arrived. It was Sunday and the Slytherin Quidditch team had to practice, so Warrington had no chance to help Nietzsche.

"They're coming out... Goyle, get over there! You're crowding me!" Pansy stood by the fountain in the courtyard.

She noticed Hermione Granger and Nietzsche had just walked out of the classroom on the second floor, so she quickly asked Goyle to find Draco and others, but Pansy did not dodge, but instead gave Granger a harsh sneer.

But Hermione and Nietzsche didn't seem to see her...to be more precise, they couldn't see her at all.

"Pansy! Did they find you?" Draco rushed over from the lounge and looked around.

"Of course not, this is a Disillusionment Charm." Pansy's voice came from the front, "Now they have gone down the courtyard stairs and are... heading towards the Forbidden Forest!"

"Good opportunity! Lucien, let's catch up."

After the prefect extended the range of the Disillusionment Charm to several other people, Draco finally saw the girl with fluffy hair in front of him.

Including Daphne, there were six people in total. They kept a distance of about five meters from Nietzsche. This distance ensured that their footsteps would not be heard, while also preventing the other two people's figures from disappearing on the lawn.

Just as Goyle and Crabbe discovered Hagrid's hut, Draco stopped them.

"The fire dragon is definitely not hiding there now, don't go over there." He was discovered by Granger that day.

Sure enough, Nietzsche and Hermione did not approach the house, but walked along the Black Lake to a dark path, and then stood on the hillside and found Harry Potter who met the two men.

Draco clenched his fists in excitement.

"But they are heading towards the Forbidden Forest!" Crabbe hesitated.

"Don't worry. As long as the Disillusionment Spell is still in place, we won't be discovered. Let's not stray too far away." Lucien ignored him and followed first. "It's enough to see where they hide the dragon."

When that time comes, they just need to lead the dean over.

It was the first time for Draco and the others to enter the Forbidden Forest, so they held their wands tightly and took every step very slowly. To be on the safe side, Lucien also cast a hushing spell on several of them.

"Quietus."

That way, the sound of their footsteps on leaves and soil would never attract Nietzsche's attention.

But as they went deeper, the first one to start panicking was Gore. His fat body always caused the others to fall down as he tried to avoid the reptiles on the ground.

"Or...or let's leave here." Goyle said with his hands tucked in, wearing the hood of his school uniform.

"Coward, these animals can't see us!" Malfoy used his wand to drive away several passing vixens, "What are you worried about? Use your magic to protect yourself, idiot!"

But besides these, there are more furry creatures.

"Why are there so many cattails here?" Daphne raised her foot and stepped over the jumping creatures.

"Stop arguing, they're gone..." Pansy stopped a few people and pointed forward.

After passing through a few bushes, Nietzsche and Hermione disappeared, which made her a little distressed.

"Look! What is that?" Daphne walked to where the others disappeared and found several marks on the tree trunk. "This is deep in the Forbidden Forest. Nietzsche and the others must have made some marks to help them identify the direction."

There was a horseshoe-like mark carved on each of the two tree trunks, and Daphne led the way through.

Pansy didn't follow immediately. She waited until Daphne's affirmative voice came from behind the bushes again before pulling Draco forward.

Because the surrounding plants were getting taller and more lush in the depths of the forbidden forest, Daphne could find two tree trunks with marks every few meters. She hooked her fingers through the gaps in the bark and jumped back and forth on the roots.

Draco still had a malicious smile on his face.

"When Hagrid is expelled, my father will put the dragon away... Why would that stupid giant keep such a thing?"

Daphne said nothing, only feeling uneasy at the quietness of the Forbidden Forest.

Just when a few people were feeling secretly delighted, the sound of horse hooves suddenly rang out.

"Who's there?" A loud roar came from the woods in the distance, "Magri, I smell a stranger... Bring your men to surround this place!"

Lucien stopped immediately and lowered his body.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. When the surrounding bushes were pushed aside, a sturdy centaur jumped out along with Pu Rongrong.

When the black centaur came over with a blowpipe, Lucien couldn't help but cover his nose with his left hand and hold his breath as much as possible, while holding the wand with the other hand tremblingly.

"Baine! I don't see anyone..." The centaur looked around a few times and shouted.

"Impossible. My nose can identify any kind of herb." Bane took a running start and jumped up on the tree trunk. "That's not the smell of Nietzsche's ponies. It could be an invader."

Bane ran around Draco and the others who were under the Disillusionment Charm, and this action scared them so much that they huddled together.

But just as Magre said, there was no one.

"Maybe he heard the noise and ran away," said another centaur.

"Run away..." Bane's eyes rolled around, as if he was thinking about something, "Who is our enemy?"

"An intruder."

The other centaurs were a little confused.

"What is the identity of the intruder?" Bane stopped in the middle of the road and put the needle on the shoulder strap into the blowpipe. "It's a wizard. We are dealing with a cunning dark wizard. We need to use our brains."

While the centaurs were confused, Mager was the first to understand Baine's words.

"I didn't expect you would need to use your brain." It raised its big hand and commanded, "Everyone get ready!"

"Magri...Although I am a little stupid normally, I will still learn. Nietzsche, that little pony, has awakened me." Bane sniffed and showed a cruel smile. He was more convinced now.

Lucien saw that something was wrong, took a deep breath, and mustered all his strength to issue a warning.

"Run!" A loud noise suddenly came from the deserted road.

"All the centaurs are indiscriminately attacking me in front of them!"

And Draco's nightmare has just begun.