Chapter 155

When Hermione heard this, she understood immediately, and she quickly shut her mouth.

The problem of house elves cannot be solved overnight or with just one mouth. Even Dobby, who seems to be rebellious, actually did not betray the Malfoy family out of 'freedom'.

The reason why Dobby worked for Nietzsche was more because he received respect. After all, he had experienced persecution by Death Eaters and knew exactly what would happen if his identity fell into the hands of Death Eaters.

And those who are protected in Hogwarts...well...the only difference between them and Dobby is a Death Eater environment.

"I just hate this feeling of being taken for granted." Hermione sniffed, then suddenly changed the subject loudly, "So who do you think will be chosen?"

This topic successfully got them into discussion, and they quickly forgot about the house elves.

"Why don't you follow the rules now? Miss Follow the Rules." Nietzsche said sarcastically.

"Although I'm a bit stubborn, this 'rule' is what I think is a reasonable rule!" Hermione turned around and hit his shoulder with her forehead viciously.

"I understand... So you always wanted me to listen to you."

"Although it's a bit distorted, if the target is you...yes, that's what I mean."

As time went by, there were more and more students in the auditorium. Even Professor Snape rarely came out of his nest in the basement. As soon as he stopped there, the Slytherins knew it was time to leave. .

Students lined up under the darkening ceiling.

"Colin, why do you still have a camera hanging around your neck?" Professor McGonagall scolded the students sternly, "Please tidy up your clothes and don't do anything fancy and funny."

Colin Creevey put the camera back in his pocket unhappily, muttering something about "souvenir photos."

"You, Holmes... come here!" Snape raised his hand and his index finger trembled slightly, not like he was saying hello at all.

"What happened to me?"

"Stand in front~" the dean said impatiently, "please let your arrogance suppress those French guys, okay? Come here... Do you want me to write you a letter of approval?"

"Severus!" McGonagall glared at him, hesitated, and then shouted loudly, "Miss Granger...come here!"

Well, it seems that McGonagall just blamed Snape for speaking too clearly.

But then again, who wants to let their school be inferior to others? Besides, these two guests are France and Germany.

Whether it's the wizarding world or the Muggle world, we are all old enemies.

"But what am I going to do?" Hermione stood up, her nervousness making her words fragmented, and her tone was annoyed, "If it was the opening ceremony, you should have said it earlier... I have nothing to offer... "

Several Gryffindor witches behind her rolled their eyes.

"You don't need to perform, kid. As hosts, we should send blessings to our guests." Dumbledore winked playfully, pursed his lips and smiled.

"Blessings...oh!"

Chapter 230 Miss ‘Cake’

At about six o'clock, a hoarfrost-covered moon hung over the Forbidden Forest, but there was still no one at the train station, and there were no boats floating on the black lake.

All the students in Hogwarts rubbed their hands together and gathered around a tall fire dragon... Of course to keep warm!

"Be careful with her flames..." Hagrid clumsily protected the students around him while taking the opportunity to show off his knowledge of zoology. "Besides the fire dragon's eyes, you can't find another obvious weakness. "

He tapped Smaug's thigh lightly with the tip of his umbrella. Those hard dragon scales couldn't even be bitten by the basilisk's teeth.

In this gradually darkening grassland, they were like savages circling around a fire. The laughter and discussions could not penetrate the Forbidden Forest. Standing further away, they only felt more lonely.

"France~" Hermione looked at the sky, thinking of the trip she missed that summer vacation.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became... Then she glared at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche had long been used to it. Based on Hermione's jumping thinking, he might have thought of something bad and then put the blame on him.

"Ah! The Beauxbatons delegation is here!" Dumbledore, standing in the back row, shouted together with other professors.

They headed in different directions, and finally, above the Forbidden Forest, under the moon, they found a floating house, a mansion pulled by a carriage---twelve silver-tempered Pegasus, each one as big as an elephant. big.

When the carriage landed, even though it was being held by the giant horse, there was still a loud noise. Everyone stepped on each other's feet and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Nietzsche looked at the carriage rolling slowly due to the inertia of the giant wheel, and did not retreat. He looked back at the fire dragon lightly in the shadow. Smaug immediately knew what to do:

She held her head high, raised her front paws, and effortlessly stopped the carriage in front of them.

He stopped when he said it, without any hesitation, and Nietzsche held the magic wand and pressed it down, suppressing the twelve silver-haired Pegasus horses that were frightened by the fire dragon and wanted to jump around...

The car door with the Beauxbatons school emblem on it was opened - the pattern on it was two golden wands crossed, with six stars emerging from it.

A French boy in a light blue robe jumped down from the carriage. He was frightened by the dragon that lowered its head, and then he hurriedly opened a golden staircase at the door.

"Look, I told you... Alchemy." Hermione saw the stairs extending from the bottom of the carriage.

No, it was not "extended" like a folding ladder, but it felt like a person stretching his arms. The golden hanging ladders were part of the carriage and were connected from the root.

It was just that when a certain function was needed, it would transform into a corresponding thing.

Then, a woman came down from inside. Her size... How to say it? Her shoes alone were as big as a sled.

She was dressed luxuriously, and those luxurious opals and sparkling jewels decorated her from her hair to her ankles. She was also surprised by Nietzsche's Norwegian Ridgeback.

But this body size obviously had a certain giant bloodline. Nietzsche guessed... The personality of this principal should not be so exaggerated on the surface.

"Dumbledore~" She smiled and held out her glittering hand to the headmaster.

"Dear Madame Maxime, welcome to Hogwarts." Headmaster Dumbledore kissed the back of her hand without bending down. If his back was as hunched as Filch's, he would have to stand on tiptoe.

"Does this count as disturbing the sleeping dragon?" Madame Maxime laughed.

"It depends on who the visitor is." The headmaster said with a smile.

The two exchanged a few words about the motto of Hogwarts, and the confrontation stopped at the right time.

"My students... Come down!" Madame Maxime waved her hand, her voice deliberately low.

After receiving permission, Nietzsche and Hermione saw twelve male and female wizards coming down from the carriage one after another. They were all about eighteen years old, and their school robes were all made of exquisite silk.

Two of the students had their heads wrapped in scarves, just like the Muggles in Islam.

"Where's Karkaroff?"

"He hasn't come yet. If you want to wait for him, stay here. If not, just go in and warm up."

"Forget it." Madam Maxime was not interested in another headmaster.

"Then... Miss Granger, could you please lead the way for them?"

Hermione, who received the prompt, quickly jumped away from Nietzsche. Under the puzzled eyes of the students of Beauxbatons, she took out her wand and waved it in a circle towards the dark sky.

"Expecto Patronus!"

The sound preceded the shadow.

Everyone present heard a pleasant, undulating song first. Harry subconsciously looked at Dumbledore's head, but he saw nothing---it was not from Fawkes the Phoenix.

Afterwards, a seven-foot bird flew into the air, with a faint halo wherever it passed.

"Thank you for your blessing, child." Madam Maxime took a deep breath and nodded to Hermione carefully.

If she had to guess which came first, courtesy and then force, then it was obvious that Hermione Granger was the ‘courtesy’ she longed for, and Nietzsche and his Norwegian fire dragon were the tyrannical ‘soldiers’.

Counting the whole of Europe, the number of people who had seen the Phoenix Bird in person could be counted on one hand.

Among the two wizards who covered their faces with silk scarves, revealing only a pair of eyes, the shorter one couldn't help but look at Hermione a few more times, until he was pulled a few times by the tall man next to him before he continued to move forward.

"That man's eyes..." Hermione shuddered, "It made me a little scared."

"Hmm~ You are now a cake full of happiness." Nietzsche said, "Everyone wants a piece."

"So it's time to show your value---Holmes, you are the ‘soldier’ here, you can't even defend a piece of ‘cake’, right?"

She said it very ambiguously, making Nietzsche wonder what she meant for a while.

But Hermione didn't wait for him to think. She turned around and raised her wand, followed the Beauxbatons students into the hall, leaving Nietzsche alone surrounded by dozens of Slytherins and Hufflepuffs who didn't understand what was going on.

"Does this mean that you should watch those people from other schools?" Ernie threw a few strange-tasting beans into his mouth and said together.

"Well... you are right..."

"That makes sense,"

Warrington and Theodore nodded, most likely thinking of strange tricks again.

But... do we really have to do what they said?

Nietzsche asked himself, in fact, he quite enjoyed the tit-for-tat feeling of Hermione.

Just as they were shouting new topics and giving Nietzsche all kinds of bad ideas, there were suddenly several whistles and sucking sounds from the Black Lake, as if someone was sucking the water of the Black Lake with a huge straw.

From the whirlpool, a black mast emerged first, followed by sails and ropes...

In the moonlight, the ship that emerged from the water looked like a skeleton, with signs of damage everywhere, and a strange mist emanating from the deck, making it look like a ghost ship.

Karkaroff came, he threw the anchor, and walked off the ship wrapped in a fur cloak.

"Hogwarts is really cold..." Karkaroff greeted everyone enthusiastically, but his eyes were cold and indifferent, and he said with a fake smile.

But there was one person who didn't smile.

"Durmstrang is no longer good." Grindelwald buried his head in the crowd and sneered, "Even a guy like this can be the principal... I really should have..."

When Karkaroff walked to the bridge on the shore, his eyes suddenly froze, as if he had seen something terrifying. His legs began to fight, he lost his center of gravity in his steps, and he missed a few steps.

As the principal of Durmstrang, he unlocked the achievement: Falling into the Black Lake within five minutes of arriving at Hogwarts.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore raised his hand and pulled him up from the edge of the lake.

"No...it's okay, I made a mistake." Karkaroff swallowed, "The light from the castle was facing me, I couldn't see the road clearly, and then I missed...that...power Kedor! Help me park the boat over there."

But the next second he didn't need to worry about stopping the boat, because... the boat took off.

It can be said that Nietzsche is very meticulous about control. As soon as those Durmstrang students stepped ashore, they saw their boat screaming - it left the water and was lifted to a height that did not belong to it.

And what he needs to do is not just make the boat float, he needs him to stay in the air.

"How did you do this?" The boy supporting Karkaroff looked at the sky in surprise.

"I don't know." Dumbledore shrugged nonchalantly, as if he was used to it. "Every student can find his or her own way at Hogwarts... That's what magic is like."

Before the Durmstrang students walked into the auditorium, they would all look back at the ship they had been on - it looked even more majestic than before because the moon was in the background.

From a distance, it looks like the ghost ship is sealed in a white bubble.

"What kind of dark magic is it?"

"Dark magic... Poof, Viktor, it's just a levitation spell."

The only thing Durmstrang's students knew was that Nietzsche was not to be messed with.

Otherwise, they would never want to go home.

Chapter 231 Nietzsche: Strange things, stay away from me!

The three colleges are finally here.

But Karkaroff was the only one who shrank and trembled when he spoke, but at the same time, he also attracted the attention of others... But that was because of Viktor Krum.

The young and strong student next to him is known as one of the best seekers in the Quidditch World Cup. The most important thing is that he is still a student.

Nietzsche thought that it was only those Quidditch enthusiasts who were interested, but he didn't expect that those witches were also interested... He looked at Krum again... Okay, he probably understood...

But it seemed that Krum didn't like being watched very much. He kept a straight face and tried his best to meet the wizards' requests while also keeping a distance.

"Sit wherever you want," Nietzsche said, standing at the door of the auditorium.

Perhaps due to the difference in school spirit, almost every Durmstrang student has a body type like Warrington or Marcus.

He glanced at them casually, thinking it was another bunch of Quidditch maniacs.

When Nietzsche entered the auditorium, he found that there were still people rushing over to ask for autographs, so he rudely raised his wand and temporarily set up a barrier between him and Durmstrang.

"You...which college are you from?" Krum's accent has a strong tongue, which shows that he is not German, but from northern Europe, probably Slavic.

"Slytherin."

"Then we will sit with you." He took off his felt cloak, ignored the howls of the people around him, sat down at the Slytherin table, and then took Nietzsche's arm, "You come with us "

His eyes were sincere, different from the smile he used to deal with the fans.