Chapter 160

"Sorry... I confused the universal antidote with the healing potion..." Hermione whispered.

This was big news, and Pansy Parkinson, who always hated her, immediately seized the opportunity.

"Professor, she's a warrior now!" She laughed strangely, "Of course she has no time to take care of other classes."

Draco didn't say much, but his gloomy smile said it all.

You know, Snape never liked students to despise his classes. The last one who did so... No, no one dared to do so.

Snape first glanced at Hermione coldly, and then looked at Nietzsche beside her, disappointing those who were waiting to see the joke. Their dean did not intend to blame Granger for this.

"Don't do it again." He pondered for a moment and continued, "Although you participated in the Triwizard Tournament as a fifteen-year-old student, it should not be a difficult thing for you."

There was a hint of sarcasm on his face, but his mouth was a little softer.

That's right... Nietzsche was happy for the professor from the bottom of his heart, which showed that he had begun to try not to pay attention to the unspoken rules of the Hogwarts game.

Hermione looked up in astonishment. She thought that she would be deducted points, but Snape was so reasonable?

Of course, it was normal for other professors, but it was already amazing for him, just like the first time he gave Gryffindor extra points.

"Potter, are you ready for your formula?" Snape walked past the two and went straight to the end of the classroom.

Well... it seems to be just a little improvement.

Chapter 238 Rita: Don't dare to talk nonsense

Snape has certainly improved, but he is still as mean to Harry Potter as always... This is not because of Gryffindor, but because of James Potter. After all, the son pays for the father's debt~

Harry was making a universal antidote under the supervision of the professor. At this time, Colin, a third-year Gryffindor, opened the door of the classroom.

"Gryffindor deduction..." Snape frowned, looking at the little lion coming in and planned to show off his power.

"Professor, Mr. Bagman asked me to come!" Colin dodged back uneasily, moving from Harry's side to behind Hermione, shrinking his neck and saying, "All the warriors have to be interviewed..."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, stood up, hesitantly glanced at Ron who didn't say a word, and finally walked out first.

But what about Hermione?

She was dead silent inside, as if her blood had not flowed. She used the complicated potion making to block the storm outside the door, grinding valerian roots and diffusa leaves wholeheartedly, like a responsible five-star chef.

"Put the things down, you can go out for the time being." Snape walked behind Nietzsche and whispered.

"But I'll be done soon..."

W "I never doubted your seriousness about potions. Now, get out." The professor did not refute her, knocked on the table with his wand, and disappeared the crucible and the burning fire in the classroom.

Hermione tilted her head, glanced at Nietzsche, and said silently: 'I'll go out first. '

But Snape's patience with her was not uncommon for others. After all, they couldn't replicate the behavior of 'making perfect potions in class'.

Among the few unhappy people, Draco Malfoy had the ugliest face.

"Interview? It would be better if their theft could be exposed." He lowered his head to stir the potion in the crucible, his light golden bangs hanging from his forehead, and his gloomy voice seemed to be talking to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Snape watched Hermione walk out of the classroom and turned his head unhappily.

"Don't you think they are hypocritical... This should be the honor of Hufflepuff, but it has to be shared equally with Gryffindor..."

"Enough." Snape said softly, "The honor belongs to Hogwarts... I know you said this because of Slytherin, let it go this time."

But Malfoy did not lower his voice this time. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the professor with an angry and unwilling look.

"Do you really think so?" He put away his wand and wiped the potion on it with a rag. "Belong to Hogwarts? You would rather support those robbers and thieves."

"Draco, there are no thieves in Hogwarts..."

"Really? I heard that in the past, if someone stole a cup from the noble's territory, they would be sentenced to death, but now it is obviously useless. Not only will they not be punished, but they will also be called "heroes." "

"This is not a history of magic classroom, shut up and focus on your potions! I thought you would understand something because of Lucius..."

Snape was surprised by Malfoy's retort. He threw off his cloak vigorously and walked back to the podium, but as soon as he said this, Nietzsche saw that the professor regretted it.

Maybe it was because Draco's patience had reached its limit, or maybe it was because he thought Snape had "betrayed" himself.

"Ha! So this is how you feel! You think... I am not sensible enough, right?" Malfoy stared at the professor with red eyes, his voice so low that it seemed like a murmur from his throat.

He rubbed his nose, put on his backpack, and rushed out of the classroom.

The others didn't dare to breathe, even the Gryffindors who had just laughed lowered their heads and concentrated on dealing with the raw materials of the potion in their hands...

Snape's face was dark, and he finally announced coldly: "Slytherin... twenty points will be deducted. This is his own choice."

Very good, very good. The headmaster of Slytherin actually deducted points from Slytherin for the first time, and it wasn't just one or two points as a warning.

No one spoke during the whole process. Nietzsche just watched the professor walking back and forth between the desks. Some people obviously made mistakes, such as Neville. The boiling liquid and foam overflowed the crucible, but the professor just watched and said nothing. Didn't say.

Clearly, Snape was not at peace.

Even when get out of class was over, they didn't hear Snape announce that get out of class was over. They could only sit awkwardly in their original positions and stare at Snape in a daze.

"Ahem... Where is Nietzsche Holmes?" A woman broke the dead silence, "get out of class is over now, right? Mr. Snape, I think I need to borrow him for a while."

Rita Skeeter, the woman who dressed herself up in splendid clothes, with curly hair and jeweled spectacles, was richer than when Nietzsche first met her.

At that time, she had to skip the bill at the Leaky Cauldron. Now when she talks, her teeth are decorated with three gold teeth.

"I'm going to write an article about the Triwizard Tournament for the Daily Prophet." She said in a high voice, twirling her fat fingers around her hair.

"get out of class is over--" Snape knocked her away coldly.

The remaining people breathed a sigh of relief, cast grateful glances at Rita, and walked out of the classroom one after another.

She twisted around and sat next to Nietzsche - Hermione's seat. Her eyes were firmly locked on him, and her fingers covered with red nail polish took out a quill from the crocodile leather bag.

This magic quill is suspended on the notebook, and the tip of the pen is trembling slightly, as if it is preparing to warm up.

"You are doing well, when are you going to pay me back for the drinks?" Nietzsche squeezed his legs together awkwardly.

"Not as good as you, you are now a celebrity in Diagon Alley - now I am interviewing Nietzsche Holmes." Rita laughed. If she were younger, she should be a standard blonde.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nietzsche saw the magic quill sliding across the paper:

He is not limited by his Muggle family background. Instead, he is said to be the 'real Slytherin' by wizards. He was once valued by the best-selling novelist of the year, Gilderoy Lockhart, and he single-handedly created a wizarding factory. ...

Nietzsche realized that this was not the magic quill he and Hermione usually used. It seemed to have the function of automatically replenishing descriptions.

No wonder she and Lockhart knew each other and had a certain affinity.

"Okay, I heard that Hermione Granger, who is participating in the competition this time, has a good relationship with you. Is she participating in the competition to increase her popularity?" Rita put the notebook up to prevent the contents from leaking out. .

"Participating in the competition was not her original intention." Nietzsche didn't know how she made the connection.

Rita raised an eyebrow, looked at him, and then nodded in realization.

"It's not her intention, I understand... Why do you think of starting a wizard factory?" She asked again.

But Nietzsche had never faced such a formal interview, and he was thinking about how to deal with it: Shylock? He was always photographed by the media with his face covered, and was described as ‘Scotland Yard’s mysterious savior’.

Then, he suddenly had the most suitable candidate in his mind.

"There is no reason, I just want wizards to stop being derailed by the world." A calm smile broke out on his face, very humble and polite, "We have magic, and Muggles have the blueprint, why not cooperate."

"Nietzsche, are you dissatisfied with the current magical world?"

"We have wasted a lot of time and experience," Nietzsche said ambiguously.

The tip of the quill dipped in ink and rustled on the paper, while its owner kept muttering 'I see, so I see'.

"But Miss Granger is a Gryffindor, how did she and you get together?" Rita dug into the secret reluctantly, "Many warriors lost their lives in the past years, have you ever thought about this?"

"We knew each other before we came to Hogwarts. Regarding abilities...instead of worrying about Hermione, I should worry about whether other people will die."

Rita closed her notebook, her eyes shining.

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Holmes." She shouted happily, "I really want to interview you alone. Today's wizards like people with a rebellious spirit, not outdated old men like Dumbledore."

Chapter 239 The Warrior and the Princess

In the afternoon of the next day, as soon as Nietzsche stepped out of Flitwick's Charms Classroom, he was looked at with admiration by Theodore, Warrington and others beside the fire in the auditorium.

He didn't understand what was wrong.

The group of people in Durmstrang were even more confused. They all looked at him with fearful eyes.

"They all firmly believe that you are the man behind the invention of magic weapons..." Warrington said while looking for his name on the permission form in Filch's hand, "But we all know that you and those Purifiers It doesn't matter."

"Yes, yes, you are just Hermione's follower~"

They laughed and joked about Nietzsche.

But Nietzsche, who had no idea what he was talking about, just followed them downstairs in a daze, and the cold wind blowing in from the door of the hall made him shiver.

"Look at this." Theodore turned around and grabbed the brand new "Daily Prophet" from the hand of his friend next to him. "The section about the Triwizard Tournament... is here! Granger and Potter Four sections were divided.”

Nietzsche stood beside them, following the long line, watching with half-open eyes as he walked forward.

In the four sections, Fleur of Beauxbatons, Krum of Durmstrang, and Cedric of Hogwarts were only mentioned by name, and the rest of the content was occupied by interviews with Hermione and Harry.

One of the headlines read: "Granger's Struggle."

‘The warrior from Gryffindor, is he the Dark Lord or the savior? ’

'She and Nietzsche met earlier than the Sorting House. They were in love with each other and their ideas hit it off...Compared to the Boy Who Lived, they were more like fighting for the future of the magical world, and they were saviors regardless of what the world thought...'

‘This warrior from the Muggle world has a profound knowledge of magic. She believes that Muggles are the blueprint for the future development of wizards. So, did the magic weapons used to attack the Ministry of Magic come from her? ’

'According to my investigation... Granger's friends do not know the purpose of her participation in the competition... Granger hides herself so deeply that even the rising stars among wizards are fascinated by her...'

There are a lot of descriptions in which Rita embellishes Hermione and misinterprets Nietzsche's original intention.

For example, he originally said that 'Hermione's participation in the competition was not of her own free will', but Rita described it as saying that 'Hermione did not tell anyone the purpose of participating in the competition'.

Well, well, you are worthy of being a journalist who writes news.

From this interview, it seems that he is being manipulated by Hermione and doesn't know anything...and Harry has become the leading actor in a tragic movie.

Sure enough, when they entered the auditorium, the Gryffindors who had already finished class were turning their heads and laughing at them.

"Praise to the great Hermione Granger," "Congratulations to her for taking Slytherin into her bag." George and Fred were like bards, playing with the insignificant instruments with their hands.

And Hermione, who was the Dark Lord on her left foot and the savior on her right foot, who could change her identity at any time, suddenly sprang out from behind the two of them, holding their left and right ears with both hands, twisting them in and lifting them aside.

Then he ran over again, tapping his toes on the floor awkwardly.

"That reporter... Rita Skeeter... better not let me see her again," she said bitterly, blushing slightly.

"You'd better not confront her." George grabbed a freshly baked baguette from the basket. "Otherwise, she will deliberately portray you in the worst direction. After the limelight is over and the topic is gone, she will I will ignore you."

It was a good suggestion, but based on Hermione's existing identity, Nietzsche felt that Rita would become even more serious.

Seeing her angry look, Nietzsche pulled her out.

"Where to go?" Hermione asked, "I'm going to practice the weather spell with the professor later. I recently discovered that this spell goes well with war magic."

"A surprise." White breath came out of his mouth, and frost had already condensed on the damp ground. "About the preparations for the first event of the Triwizard Tournament, and I think the people from Beauxbatons should know about it."

"How is it possible? How could Hagrid reveal the news to the Beauxbatons warriors?"

Nietzsche said nothing.

He took Hermione around the Owlery, from the edge of the Forbidden Forest to the centaurs tribe, and to the lake, where he let her see his latest masterpiece - the fully protected Norwegian Ridgeback.

The armor made of rosewood is very light for Smaug and will not affect her reaction and speed at all.

"Their principal is too thoughtful..." Nietzsche shrugged, satisfied with Hermione's surprised look, "You don't know the way Hagrid saw Madam Maxime."

Hermione's mood became much more relaxed as she solved the puzzle of the game.

"Really? Hagrid is stupider than you?" She thought of the description in the Daily Prophet, with a smile in her eyes.

This is to say that he and Hagrid are obsessed with Madame Maxime.

So Nietzsche turned black and muttered: "Damn Rita Skeeter..."

After the fire dragon noticed Hermione's arrival, she walked over leisurely with her head held high and wearing a knight's helmet, her tail swaying from side to side. She growled in displeasure, as if to say: You owe me.

"The first project is courage, related to the fire dragon..." Nietzsche explained, "When the time comes, I will let Smaug fly into the sky. When you enter, use magic to give a reminder, and she will come to you. "

He stepped forward, stood on tiptoes and stroked the wooden armor on the fire dragon's body, as if caressing his lover.