Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Volume 1: Chapter 66 Snape says nothing happened

When Nietzsche handed the item to Bain, he kindly reminded him:

Regarding how to deal with dark wizards, of course, we cannot rely on the ordinary hunting mindset. We must take corresponding measures based on the wizard's behavioral habits... and be careful to use spells that can cover up our tracks.

So Goyle and Crabbe became the first unlucky ones because of their obesity.

The feather needles pierced through the thin school robes and shirts and into their skin. The water of life and death entered the subcutaneous blood circulation system, and the effect was faster than drinking it directly.

The two people who were stabbed like hedgehogs closed their eyes and fell straight to the ground.

"We have been discovered by Sherlock Holmes?!" Draco held his head and dived into the bushes.

Whenever there was the slightest movement in the surrounding bushes, he would immediately turn his head.

"No, those are XXXX-level dangerous centaurs. There's no way they can find us." Lucien was confident in his spells, "Run... faint!!"

Several flashes of magic appeared in the air and hit a centaur through the gaps in the branches.

But the opponent just staggered back a few steps, and after struggling to blow an arrow in the direction where the spell came from, he slowly fell to the ground. This scene made Bane even more angry.

Instead of running away immediately, the enemy fought back.

But no matter how Draco and the others tried to escape, or how they fought the centaurs in the forest, they never doubted Nietzsche from beginning to end, but only cursed the centaurs for their bad intentions.

"Is this a coincidence, or a deliberate trap?" Daphne stopped running and suddenly stood still.

"Run, why are you standing there!" Pansy roared in a low voice.

"Parkinson, I know you don't like me, but how about I stay this time?" Daphne looked at the centaur with disgust in her eyes. "For the glory of pure blood, the Greengrass family has no deserters."

Pansy found this unbelievable and even felt a little touched.

So she really ran away...

Daphne hid behind a tree. When the Disillusionment Spell on her body was gradually lifted, she knew that Lucien had run far away, so she simply put her wand back into her waist, raised her hands and walked out.

"I surrender!!"

Looking at the centaurs who surrounded her, sweat broke out on Daphne's forehead.

"Little Pony?" Magree shouted in a shrill voice, "Stop! Let me handle this!"

"They went that way." Daphne didn't dare to move, she could only turn her eyes and look in the direction where Pansy fled. "I won't stop them, I just want to ask one thing...Have you heard of Nietzsche?"

She was nervous and hoped that the centaur in front of her would nod.

Magre simply waved his hand, signaling the rest of the centaurs to continue chasing, while he and Bane stayed where they were.

"It's no use telling his name..."

"It seems you know him. Okay, go ahead and do it. I know the rules." Daphne turned her head and closed her eyes, but her heart was relieved a lot.

Now it was Bane and Margery's turn to be at a loss, and they didn't know whether Daphne was bluffing.

"Don't worry, there is water of life and death and... and forgetfulness potion in here." Magree looked apologetic, "You won't feel any pain, and we will throw your companions out of the Forbidden Forest when the time comes."

"Remember to tell Nietzsche that the person you met is Daphne Greengrass. He will understand..."

Daphne felt as if her arm was pricked by a needle, and then she felt dizzy and fell down.

With Daphne's previous guidance, the remaining three people did not escape unscathed, but before Lucian fell into a coma, he used a spell to make many centaurs faint or have stiff legs and feet.

When the centaur patrol returned to the tribe, the excited Bane told Nietzsche about this.

"Several invisible wizards attacked us today, but... one of them is called Daphne Greengrass. Do you know her?"

"I know him, but I'm not familiar with him." Nietzsche laughed and changed the subject. "Don't worry, they will forget what happened today... By the way, let me help you solve the residual effects of the black magic."

Several centaurs had completely lost their ability to move.

Some were unconscious, some had stiff bodies, and those that were awake had their four hooves twitching unconsciously, like a moon-crazed beast bathing in the moonlight.

"We can use herbs to overcome this influence. After a few days of rest, the remaining magic will disappear..." Bain was a little reluctant, as if he didn't want the wizard to see his people losing their ability to move.

"But are they willing to do nothing?" Nietzsche stroked the centaur's fur. "Of course, if they were officials from the British Ministry of Magic, they might take the opportunity to ask for a few days off."

No traitors, here are some Ministry of Magic jokes that centaurs love to hear.

This worked well for Bane, who laughed out loud and enjoyed the way Niki contrasted the sense of responsibility of the centaurs with that of the Ministry of Magic.

"The pony is right, Bain, we are not those lazy pigs in the Ministry of Magic!"

"The tribe's patrols cannot be missing at this time."

The centaurs, lying on the ground and recovering from their fatigue, were calling out to Nietzsche.

Most of these poisonous and evil spells can be removed with universal breaking spells. Combined with the knowledge Nietzsche learned from Professor Quirrell, even complex dance spells can be removed with freezing spells.

"Baine, you've finally made progress." Ronan walked up to them and suddenly said something incomprehensible.

"Are you getting old?" Bain said gruffly. "Have I never made any progress?"

"It's amazing, isn't it? Cooperation can always make things more perfect. I can see your star in the Centaurus constellation is shining. I am happy for you..."

The wizard removes the curse from the centaur. This scene looks so harmonious and natural.

But Bain glanced at it and deliberately said, "Were you watching the stars with that psychopath Firenze again last night?"

It is mostly highly prejudiced against adult wizards.

Even among the little wizards brought by Hagrid, Bane could only talk to Nietzsche.

It and he can appreciate each other - Bain likes Nietzsche's respect for life, and Nietzsche likes Bain's freedom, but both of them will temporarily maintain a certain comfortable distance.

"Secondly... I don't hate all wizards, I just hate their... arrogance." Bane weighed the blowpipe in his hand and found that this thing was quite useful for wizards when combined with potions.

It's like the centaurs never needed wizards to define whether they are human or not.

"What about him?" Ronan became curious.

"I don't know... Hagrid likes us because he loves magical animals, while Headmaster Dumbledore's behavior is out of kindness." Bain said seriously, "But when I talk to him, I feel like I'm not an animal."

When they saw Nietzsche return to Hermione and tease the dragon, the centaurs noticed the calmness on Bane's face.

When Draco woke up, he found that the ceiling above his head was not the crystal chandelier and glass of the Slytherin bedroom, but a white ceiling. He remembered that he was taking a nap in the dormitory.

Madam Pomfrey passed by his bed, bringing with her a pungent smell of potions.

"Awake?" Snape said coldly, standing beside his bed.

"Professor... Professor." Malfoy held his dizzy head and said dully, "Why am I in the school infirmary?"

Volume 1: Chapter 67: The Distinguished Guest in the Forbidden Forest

"It was Quirrell who sent you here. Who knows what you have done? Never mind... I'm not interested."

Snape looked at the people lying on the bed and asked a few more questions. He found that none of them remembered what had happened. He had some ideas in his mind. When he turned around to get the distilled essence, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The topic dropped there, and Malfoy and the prefect didn't dare to make any sound, for fear of angering the headmaster.

"Perhaps you have provoked Quirrell again. Because of you, each Slytherin has been deducted 20 points."

"Twenty points? Each?!" Pansy couldn't help but say, "But we don't know what happened, Professor. It's possible that Quirrell attacked us."

"I hope you will be respectful to the professor, Miss Parkinson. Why can't you reflect on yourself?"

Snape spoke in a drawling tone, then brewed some dill essence and handed it to the five people to drink.

"But Quirrell threw Draco out of the classroom roughly last time. Maybe he just doesn't like us..." Pansy complained.

"enough!"

Snape raised his index finger, causing Pansy Parkinson's tongue to stick to the roof of her mouth.

Anyone would be angry if they lost 100 points in a flash, not to mention that the person who deducted the points was Professor Quirrell, who was usually the least popular among the people in the school infirmary.

"He won't be able to stay in office for long. He won't have a chance to continue his tenure after this year. Don't continue to provoke a lunatic who is about to leave."

As for what happened, Draco only knew that he and his group were trying to find a way to take revenge on Quirrell, a professor, and then they were probably taught a lesson by the other party.

So much so that Draco and others could only direct their resentment towards Quirrell.

As the sun sets, Nietzsche, Harry and others deep in the Forbidden Forest are speculating about Draco's current condition.

"Oh no!" Ron was startled by the sudden roar.

At this time, Hagrid should have been leading Fang out of the Forbidden Forest, but he seemed particularly panicked tonight. If Smaug hadn't been enjoying dinner, they would have thought that they had been discovered.

Hagrid, carrying a giant crossbow, ran out from a narrow path leading to the dense forest, his hands covered with silvery-white liquid.

"What are those things in your hands?" Ron took a few steps back.

"Unicorn blood. I just found it on the way here." Hagrid panted and said intermittently, "This is the second time this month. Come on... Harry, use anything to get me some water."

Nietzsche looked at the centaurs around him and found that they were whispering.

Ronan's face was full of sadness. He was not surprised by Hagrid's words, as if he had expected it.

"Speak slower." Harry saw that Hagrid was choking, and immediately stepped forward and patted him on the back.

"I found the murderer who killed those animals tonight. He can't get away!" Hagrid ran to Ronan angrily, "Send the little wizard out... even if I beg you."

Ronan didn't answer him immediately. After about five minutes, he lowered his head and looked away from the night sky.

"It seems that the prediction of the starry sky is correct." He sighed, and then said, "Mars is very bright, which means war and blood... Bain, you take the patrol team and go with Hagrid..."

But at this time Bain was very hesitant, so he looked at Nietzsche.

"But they can't leave now," it said.

"I'm glad you've changed for the better, but I agree more with Firenze's astrology on this matter." Ronan said slowly, "But it's the most unsafe for the Potter children to stay here, and we can resist for the time being."

People of the Horse family always speak in a mysterious way.

Sometimes, Nietzsche sincerely wondered whether Headmaster Dumbledore learned the way of speaking from them.

"It's just an invader. What does this have to do with the war and Harry Potter?" Hermione looked at them blankly.

Bane and Ronan didn't seem to want to reveal too much. As centaurs, they had always followed the natural selection, which included their attitude towards prophecies - believing in them firmly.

It seems that everything happens because of fate.

"Because the intruder is that man!" A centaur with silver mane walked out of a lonely tent built with wooden frames and branches in the distance. "Baine, I'm glad that you are beginning to care about the people around you."

"Shut up, Firenze." Bane was unhappy.

Hermione looked in the direction of the voice and saw the sideburns and long platinum hair shining in the moonlight.

Judging from Firenze's posture and tone, it is more like the mythical centaur wise man, whose eyes are as beautiful as sapphires and whose muscles are streamlined and well-proportioned.

Nietzsche looked at Hermione's slightly surprised expression and moved closer to Bane.

"Is it always this...showy?" he whispered.

"It's always been that way." Baine crossed his arms over his chest and nodded in agreement. "But many of the female centaurs here buy into this..."

Firenze strode nimbly across the stream and came to Harry's side, lifting his trimmed hair with his fingers. Many centaurs saw the indelible scar on his forehead again.

This made Harry a little unhappy. He took a few steps back and looked at the other party warily.

"Hagrid and I will go look for the unicorn and that guy. You follow Firenze and leave here." Bane patted Nietzsche on the shoulder and called the rest of his companions.

Fortunately, thanks to Nietzsche's help, the entire patrol was intact.

Firenze led Harry, Ron and the others out of the camp from the opposite path. Along the way, they were all panicked by the centaurs' words, especially Neville who was less courageous.

"What does this have to do with that man?" Neville asked with uncontrollable fear in his voice.

"Because of the unicorn's blood, child. Killing a pure unicorn is a very cruel thing. Although its blood can prolong life, it will also be cursed... Think about it, who would do such an inhumane thing."

Firenze's words were like the sharp claws of an owl, suddenly grabbing Neville's heart.

"But isn't he dead?!"

"I don't think so, Mr. Potter... Although this news is shocking, it is true." Firenze gestured for everyone to lower their heads and be careful of falling branches. "He... is back."

Several people followed Firenze and ran outside with their own thoughts.

Some were worried and some were afraid, and Hermione was naturally the former. She was about to comfort Harry when she suddenly found that he had fallen to the ground.

Harry covered his forehead in pain, feeling as if his head was on fire.

"I can feel it, I see the green light..."