Chapter 154

"Hehe... It's hard to say. Not everyone's subconscious is as active as yours."

Riddle put on his hood and tried not to look directly into his subconscious.

The people who got off the train lined up very orderly and entered the lobby of the space station one by one.

The space inside was as big as the hall of Hogwarts. When they stood at the entrance, half of their eyes were transparent, and they could directly see the darkness and tiny spots of light in outer space.

But this was not the most horrifying thing. What almost drove Nietzsche crazy was that he saw his statue...

When he saw the statue, which was tens of meters high and made of gold, and the group of fanatics wearing wizard robes below, he understood what he was most afraid of becoming a reality:

He became a statue of a god.

"Is this what you're afraid of? Seriously?" Riddle stared, full of disbelief, "Are you afraid of being worshipped?"

"Not just worship, but the impact of worship..." Nietzsche wanted to blow this place up, "Everything has returned to the starting point. After the old pure blood died, a new pure blood was born."

He looked at the group of silly wizards who only knew how to look at the statue with awe and worship, and felt that his stomach was churned into a mess.

In his own world, he could naturally do whatever he wanted---under his control, the surrounding walls were knocked into large and small pits by magic, making everything he saw fall apart.

The moment the statue fell, the subconscious did not flee, but was pressed to death on the spot.

"Behind fear is desire, grasp that feeling." Riddle raised his eyebrows and reminded in the gradually broken space station.

The surroundings began to become blurred, but the shaky feeling became clearer.

'Snap! ’

Nietzsche sat up suddenly from the bed, his right face burning. He turned his head dully and saw Hermione standing upright beside the bed with her hands behind her back and her eyes wandering.

The room seemed to be swept by a tornado, and even the bed under him collapsed.

“What’s wrong?” As soon as she saw Nietzsche open his mouth, she asked first, “Your magic just rioted. Was it Riddle’s work? I knew he had bad intentions.”

Hermione glared at Riddle fiercely.

The mattress squirmed for a while, and Crookshanks took a long time to crawl out from underneath. It meowed and scratched Nietzsche with its claws.

“I seem to understand the meaning of the Patronus Charm.” Nietzsche covered his hand in pain.

“Really?” Hermione glanced at him doubtfully.

Could it be that Voldemort abandoned not only his soul and past, but also his understanding of magic?

Nietzsche stared at Hermione, recalling the reminder... Desire means what he wants, and the fear in his subconscious mind is behind desire, which contains the emotions that his Patronus Charm lacks.

At this moment, he understood why he liked to stimulate and guide Hermione.

Nietzsche understood that it was not because he liked Hermione so much, nor did he like to control things in his hands. He liked Hermione's resistance and questioning, rather than blind obedience.

"Expecto Patronum"

The silver-white smoke was the proof of Nietzsche's success.

"What did you think of?" Hermione asked softly.

"I thought of you."

Chapter 228 Patronus Conjecture

Riddle's method is very effective. It is easy to distinguish desire through fear. No wonder Riddle despises Dumbledore's "love".

For him, only death is the most worthy of fear.

But now it is Hermione's turn to be worried all day long.

She was in a trance for several days. Lavender could always see her suddenly giggling for no reason, and then quickly pursing her lips to hide the excitement in her heart. She answered questions in class more frequently than before.

In the subsequent potion class, although Snape still looked cold, his revenge on other colleges has been reduced a lot since Lupin expressed his self-blame last year.

At least he will not specifically find faults and deduct points.

Unless the Gryffindors jump out stupidly.

"Answer me, Longbottom, how did you manage to burn the bottom of the crucible with flames?" Snape rushed to the back of the classroom after hearing the sound of the flame being extinguished, "Gryffindor deducted ten points!"

However, it turns out that although the professor will not find faults, he will still be very strict.

And his seriousness in potions also reflects his attitude towards teaching. Now students can't even think of getting away with it. The professor, who has no time to find faults, will only focus on the process of making potions.

Neville, who had melted the crucible, shrank his neck and endured the roars.

"Is that the end?" Neville looked at the toad with long horns on the chopping board after the professor fixed his crucible, and said in confusion, "I thought I was going to be punished to stay in school for sports again."

"Just be happy." Ron said with a pout.

After class, Hermione and Nietzsche walked along the edge of the Black Lake. She was the one who couldn't wait to see the Patronus form, holding an animal illustration in her hand to guess.

As they walked, they came to Hagrid's hut.

"What animal do you think your personality is similar to?" Hermione said, "You must know that the Patronus may be related to a person's personality, which is similar to Animagus... For example, Professor McGonagall is Tabby cat.”

Nietzsche discovered that she had never paid that much attention to her Patronus Charm.

As soon as he sat outside the hut, Hagrid led the fire dragon out of the woods. Smaug crawled beside the pumpkin patch and pushed his back with the horn on his head.

"How do I know what each animal represents?" Nietzsche said casually, feeling the warmth and hard scales behind him, "Maybe it's also a fire dragon."

He chanted a spell to make the silver-white clouds float and wrap around the fire dragon's tail.

"Hagrid, what do you think?"

"Since you think I know a lot about animals, why did you apply to Professor McGonagall to cancel my Magical Zoology last year?" Hagrid put his hands on his hips and said angrily, "You obviously don't need Muggle Studies."

"Because I can reversely understand the psychology of wizards through Muggle studies." Hermione gave him an unquestionable answer.

"Then do you know the Phoenix King Bird? This is Hermione's patron saint." Nietzsche changed the topic away from himself and asked curiously.

Very little is known about the Kingbird in Europe, and its description can almost be blended into mythology.

"You actually learned the Patronus Charm, and the Patronus is a magical animal!" Hagrid shook his head and recovered from the surprise, "The Phoenix King Bird... maybe this means that your name will also Become a legend."

"It only exists in legends?" Hermione questioned, "If so, how could it be recorded."

"Very few people have seen the Phoenix King Bird. I only heard that wizards who crossed the ocean have seen it in desperate situations. It is said that rainbows will appear wherever the Phoenix King Bird flies, bringing hope to those who are confused."

Hagrid looked at the two people sitting side by side under the wings of the fire dragon, and slowly spoke about the meaning of the Phoenix King Bird.

That kind of animal with rainbows under its wings and a song-like cry like a phoenix, just hearing the description makes me feel that it doesn't exist...because non-existence means that it has no flaws and is perfect.

"But I've never seen it before." Hermione stroked the stripes of the grapevine wand.

This is the charm of the Patronus Charm. The Patronus has nothing to do with the wizard's vision. According to Dumbledore's White Magic Notes, we can know that the Patronus is the reflection of the world by a wizard who has not fallen into darkness.

The person who can use the Patronus Charm may not be a white wizard, but it can never be a black wizard.

Hagrid heard her sigh and suddenly said: "Dumbledore has never seen a phoenix before."

"You're saying that Dumbledore was the Phoenix Patron Saint before Fawkes appeared..." Nietzsche frowned and said, "Isn't it because of the 'Dumbledore Family'?"

"No! His brother doesn't!" Hagrid paused, looked at the castle with pious eyes, and said in a low voice, "In times of danger, for people like me, he himself is the phoenix. "

"Headmaster Dumbledore's brother?"

Hagrid awkwardly turned away from the principal: "Maybe you can see the Phoenix King Bird with your own eyes."

The hybrid giant's mind is very simple. He simply believes that if Hermione's patron saint is a legendary creature, it must have corresponding qualities, and the world will definitely respond.

“Now you’re sure you’ll get the Chocolate Frog card, it’s just a matter of time,” Nietzsche joked.

"Ah~ that can explain it clearly." Hermione said in a confused manner and winked at him.

"Explain what?"

"Can you explain the legend that the Phoenix King Bird will bring hope and happiness to people? You see...you saw me and my patron saint first, and then you turned around, right." She added in a low voice , "After all, you thought of me."

Nietzsche's face gradually turned red and he moved his butt further away, as if he had seen something horrifying.

"Those qualities that come to mind are because of you, not you." His correction seemed a bit deliberate.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the success of your Patronus Charm is all because of me."

At this time, several people were chasing each other in the distance and jumping over from the castle. They were Harry, Ron and Neville.

After the three of them saw Hermione and Nietzsche, they said excitedly: "Did you see that?"

"We've been here since get out of class...what's new on the notice board?"

"The Triwizard Tournament!" Ron read the news loudly to the two of them. "Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will come over on October 30th, and the Potions class that afternoon will be cancelled!"

Nietzsche guessed that most of their happiness was due to not having to attend potions class, rather than the start of the competition.

"I heard that Nick Flamel sponsored the three Beauxbatons when he was young." Every time Hermione involves new things, she always subconsciously adds a few words of science.

"The Philosopher's Stone...then Beauxbatons must be very rich." Hagrid's sigh was even more direct.

The plain remark made Hermione grunt in displeasure.

In her opinion, having Nick Flamel's sponsorship should mean that Beauxbatons pays great attention to alchemy... But Hagrid is not wrong.

"By the way, let me copy your Potions class notes." Harry patted his head, "When Neville was scolded today, Snape also scolded me too. He actually said that I and My dad is just as stupid!"

"I thought you were used to it." Nietzsche casually took out a notebook from his backpack and handed it to Harry.

To be precise, it should be called Riddle's diary.

Chapter 229 Lively Opening

(Advance Preview: After the discount, the fox rests for a day...)

On October 30th, the school's auditorium was decorated as if the four colleges had won the college cup at the same time.

Red and gold, blue and copper, yellow and black, green and white... Four styles of flags were hung on the tables of their respective colleges, and the banner above the guest of honor seat was a huge school emblem with four animals surrounding the letter 'H'.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were repairing the armor in the corridor, Professor Binns was pulling the college ghost for rehearsal, and Grindelwald... he was running!

When Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were about to arrive, Nietzsche noticed that Professor 'Grendel' seemed to have hidden himself. He ran to the auditorium and took a look, then immediately walked back.

"Isn't the professor from Durmstrang?" Several wizards saw his movements.

After the morning classes, students from the four colleges crowded into the auditorium, sitting in a circle, discussing what dangerous events might happen in the Triwizard Tournament.

"But he didn't graduate from there," Parvati said, "He must be afraid of seeing the school that expelled him."

"If it were me, I would definitely dance in front of the school that expelled me." Colin came over, "They don't want him anymore, and now he is an associate professor invited by Dumbledore."

But just sitting here is nothing to do. Looking at the busy posture, it is estimated that the other two colleges will not come until the evening.

At this time, George and Fred came over stealthily with a few plates.

The two of them are the most concerned about the Triwizard Tournament, and they want to understand the doorway and get a qualification to participate.

Crookshanks, who smelled the aroma of meat, cleverly stepped on the shoulders of several people and recreated the action in Diagon Alley - while it flew over with the plate, it turned its head and took away the salty bacon on the plate.

"You really should go to the kitchen..." Fred grinned at Crookshanks and pulled up his cloak to protect his remaining food.

Nietzsche now knew how he used to prepare lunch and dinner.

"What's wrong with the kitchen?" Justin and Ernie from Hufflepuff became very interested. They both stood up and asked.

"There are things we haven't eaten. I thought the house-elves here only made common things like sandwiches, chicken and steak." George sipped the red fish soup, "It's a pity that they don't have any information."

The Weasley twins shrugged. They thought about starting from other aspects and spying on the content of the game.

But they didn't come back empty-handed...

"There are house-elves in Hogwarts?" Hermione was very surprised about this.

"What else? Do you think everything is made by magic? You are a little mermaid." Ron blinked and acted calmly, "They also help you put your luggage and tidy up your room..."

"That's right! That's why we can have the party in the lounge." George nodded and took a big bite of tomato.

"So they don't get paid?"

Many young wizards who grew up in the wizarding world shook their heads at Hermione with confusion.

Hermione frowned and just opened her mouth when Nietzsche grabbed her wrist. Although he was a little surprised, he still shook his head at the girl, indicating that she didn't need to say those words used on Dobby.

Nietzsche knew what she wanted to say.

"Slaves who live in their masters' houses and slaves who do farm work outside are different in the eyes of slaves." He leaned over to Hermione's ear and whispered.