Chapter 162

“Bang!!” The sound of flesh colliding with flesh was very dull, and it was very powerful just to hear it.

However, under the blessing of this speed and gravity, the Ukrainian iron belly was just kicked open.

“Another fire dragon? Norwegian Ridgeback? A fire dragon wearing armor!” Bagman could no longer restrain himself, he held the wand and roared on the spot.

Nietzsche also became excited, and he shook the fence uncontrollably.

Come on, let him see the match between them... see their tacit understanding...

Hermione waved her wand, threw away a blue lightsaber, and landed lightly on the back of the Norwegian Ridgeback with a backflip. Her left hand took the rope wrapped around the wooden breastplate to stabilize her center of gravity.

The strong wind blew her brown curly hair back, showing the chocolate eyes.

Her heart was full of determination.

Furong looked at the heroic Hermione, and it was inevitable that she was a little stunned... Who doesn’t like a warrior riding a fire dragon?

Karkaroff, who was sitting in the referee's seat, stood up and pointed at Hermione and shouted, "She broke the rules!"

"What rules did she break?" Bagman, who was interrupted, was a little unhappy and looked at him reproachfully.

"She accepted help from others."

"Who?"

The question is, who did Hermione accept help from?

This is a dragon, and looking at the magic runes engraved on the rowan wood armor, it is obvious that it was prepared in advance, but there is no evidence to indicate that she broke the rules.

"This... The warrior can only rely on his own wand!" Karkaroff slammed the table hard, puffing his beard and glaring.

This made Grindelwald, who was sitting in the referee's seat, touch his knuckles and look at him coldly.

"Yeah, didn't Granger use a wand?" Ludo Bagman waved his hand impatiently, "Maybe it was some summoning magic, it's normal, it's not a foul... She didn't accept help from anyone."

"But the dragon..."

"If you want to count it that way, then Cedric before was also a foul, because the flying broom was also summoned."

What is courage?

This is courage!

Compared with Hermione, the previous warriors are nothing. Even if she loses this game, it is enough for the audience to respect her. Even Krum, who is very incompatible with Hogwarts, can't find any reason to discredit her.

Dragons collide with dragons, and lightsabers and ancient magic contained in scales spark.

Every time the sharp claws of the Ukrainian Iron Belly grab Smaug, the golden magic charm on the rowan wood will flash, and while defending the attack, it will also bounce it back...

Smaug, who was granted knowledge by the centaurs, will also press the opponent with his front paws, stand only on his hind legs, and then spit flames mouth to mouth.

Female Norwegian Ridgebacks are much more ferocious than males.

Whether boys or girls, Hermione is like a dragon knight in a fairy tale in their eyes. She holds a spear in her hand, leads the reins and fights side by side with her companions. It's a pity...

"They should switch Nietzsche and the golden egg." Lavender stood on a high place, looking at Nietzsche who jumped up excitedly below.

The witches on the side nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

In fairy tales, knights and princesses are more compatible~

Every time Hermione swings, there will be purple lightning brought by war magic, and when Smaug deftly surrounds the Ukrainian iron belly, she feels as light as a feather, faster than riding a horse.

The clumsy Ukrainian fire dragon was dizzy, and every time it missed, it would be whipped, and cracks began to appear on the silver-gray scales as Hermione and Smaug's offensive intensified.

"The Ukrainian Ironbelly is already exhausted... If I'm not mistaken, it seems to have begun to fear..."

"Do you understand what I mean? A female dragon protecting a golden egg has begun to retreat! This is very unusual. Granger beat it back step by step, and the Norwegian Ridgeback took advantage of the victory and pursued it, not giving it any chance to breathe."

Ludo Bagman's commentary echoed in Nietzsche's ears. He looked at the man and the dragon off the field and felt very uncomfortable.

It's a pity that Smaug's first time was Hermione's...

Oh, he said it was the first time to fight side by side.

"Armor Protection!" Hermione put a layer of armor spell on the Norwegian Ridgeback under her, and then they rushed straight to the crumbling Ukrainian Ironbelly.

After the last charge, only the panting Smaug and Hermione standing on the dragon's back were still awake.

She passed over the huge body of Ukraine's Iron Belly, as if she had just passed over a collapsed obstacle. When the golden egg was lifted up, the button that controlled the volume of the entire stadium seemed to be turned on by Merlin.

People were shouting and cheering. They used their wands to conjure many flowers and threw them down from all sides.

But Hermione did not leave immediately. Instead, she stepped on Smaug's wings and came to the audience. She was so excited that she hugged Nietzsche who always stayed in the front.

"I succeeded!!" She could hardly suppress the joy brought by defeating the fire dragon, and her hair was stuck to her face by sweat.

The flowers changed their landing points as she moved, and the two were bathed under the petals.

"Congratulations." Nietzsche was hugged unexpectedly, and his heart trembled.

He suddenly felt... He was about to become Watson.

Chapter 242 Rules that had to be readjusted

On the night when the first project ended perfectly, the hall exploded, and even Slytherin joined in the celebration... You know, the honor of Hogwarts is also the honor of Slytherin.

But in terms of scoring, only Dumbledore, Bagman and Crouch gave full marks, Karkaroff and Madame Maxime gave a few low scores, but overall, Hermione still maintained the first place.

When Harry and Cedric walked in, cheers broke out again.

The fireworks flew everywhere in the sky, but even so, no professor came out to stop it. Except for Snape, all the professors were smiling...

"I will post this photo on the notice board in the Gryffindor common room forever!" Colin Creevey raised the photo in his hand.

Hermione on it was full of vigor and vitality, surrounded by flames and lightning of war magic.

Hermione was surrounded by wizards and was busy signing autographs for them. The golden dragon egg was placed in front of her. Because the second project would start in February, she was not in a hurry to solve the puzzle right away.

At this time, the referee came in, with Bagman holding a wine bottle in one hand and Crouch's neck with the other hand.

"It's a wonderful Triwizard Tournament, which is more exciting than the Irish Quidditch final." Ludo Bagman said to them drunkenly, "But for the sake of fairness, we have to let your dragon out... Miss Granger."

This is indeed not very fair to others, after all, not everyone can raise a dragon.

This result was within Nietzsche's expectations, but it was not bad news. Anyway, the Norwegian Ridgeback was just a means for him to ensure safety.

"In that case... does it mean that the subsequent games will not be as dangerous as the first project?" Ron guessed.

At this banquet to celebrate Hogwarts' temporary lead, Nietzsche also met several acquaintances: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

They should have been invited by Dumbledore. After seeing him and Harry, they hurried over with wine glasses in hand.

"Professor Dumbledore told me about your achievements." Lupin glanced at the guest of honor and whispered, "Harry, who would have thought...you can now face a dragon alone?"

Lupin and Sirius were much fuller than last year, no longer so skinny.

The two of them stood on Harry's left and right sides, each putting a hand on his shoulder, just like a relative protecting their child. As a result, Harry looked more stable and straightened up.

"After Remus left school, he has been living in my house...and the reason why we came~" Black blinked his right eye mysteriously.

"For you, Harry, we are attending the Triwizard Tournament as your parents." Lupin smiled faintly, "But it seems that we came at a bad time. We heard bad news right after we arrived."

Sirius turned his head in cooperation and looked at Karkaroff in the guest of honor seat with disgust.

"He still hasn't changed..." He said sarcastically, "Let me guess, snot... cough... Snape must have also contributed to it."

Black noticed Nietzsche opposite Harry and swallowed the ugly nickname.

"It's impossible to be Snape!" Before Nietzsche could lazily refute, Harry answered first, "The dragon gang is Hermione. You don't know her position in Snape's hands. I dare say that ordinary Slytherins are not as high as her."

"Really?" Black was a little surprised.

"It's true. Gryffindor has gained a lot of points in the potions class."

Nietzsche glanced at him and thought: Don't forget, a lot of points were deducted because of other Gryffindors.

Halfway through the carnival, Nietzsche found Dumbledore standing at the door looking at him, so after saying hello to his friends, he stood up and left the hall, and followed the headmaster to the empty courtyard.

The orange light projected from the window next to him made Dumbledore next to the fountain look very lonely, as if he was out of tune with many beautiful things.

"Regarding Hermione, I think I know who it is... Listen with earplugs." The headmaster cast a spell calmly.

Nietzsche walked a little closer and tilted his head slightly to show that he was listening.

So Dumbledore looked at the dark Forbidden Forest in the distance and continued: "Hermione's teacher, Professor Grendel, found it. He thought it was Barty Crouch, the director of the International Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic."

This answer was very unexpected, because the other party was specialized in international diplomacy in the Ministry of Magic.

"Mr. Crouch?" Nietzsche put his hands in his pockets, turned his back to the door of the hallway where cheers were constantly coming from, and frowned, "He wants to organize Europe to unite in this way?"

"Not him, Barty was once a comrade of the Order of the Phoenix, and he had firmly fought against Voldemort for the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore said, "He was controlled by the Imperius Curse... The method was superb, but it was still visible."

The headmaster's mouth twitched when he thought of this.

How did Grindelwald see it? It was because he used it a lot in the past. As for the Unforgivable Curse, he was at the point of "there is nothing to study, so I am too lazy to use it."

"That is to say, we still have someone hiding here who maintains the Imperius Curse..." Nietzsche reacted in less than three seconds.

He was also studying magic, so naturally he would also involve the field of black magic.

But whether it's white magic, general magic or black magic, everything cannot avoid 'magic'. The magic comes from the body of the caster and manifests the will of the caster in the form of a spell.

And once the remaining magic power disappears, the effect will naturally end.

Therefore, in this Triwizard Tournament, including the controlled Barty Crouch, there are two people in total.

"If someone wanted to get rid of Harry, then why did he throw Hermione in?" Nietzsche shook his head and overturned some of his assumptions. "It is more difficult to get rid of one person than to get rid of two people at the same time. big."

Not to mention, there is no way to interfere in the Triwizard Tournament. Does that person just plan to use the items of the Tournament to achieve his goal?

If that's true, then this killer is too lame...

The door to the foyer behind him was reopened. He and the principal turned around at the same time and found a head emerging from the crack in the middle door with a rosy face.

Hermione hesitated and said: "Why did you run outside? Colin was planning to take a photo of us...it's Lavender, they called me to come find you...because you are also considered a hero, Deng Principal Bullydo, are you coming too?"

"I won't disturb you anymore." Dumbledore put on his pointed hat and declined her proposal politely. "I think a principal standing over suddenly will only make the students feel awkward... By the way, have you invited me? ?”

He pushed up his glasses and gave her a meaningful look.

"What invitation?" Hermione asked confused.

"The Yule Ball, this is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament. After the first event, the warriors must have their own partners. The ball is led by you."

"Me? But... but he..." Hermione pointed at Nietzsche, who was leaning on the door handle.

"You are a warrior. Strictly speaking, others can only be your dance partner, and you are the leader."

Through the light from the windows of the auditorium, Nietzsche could see the strange smile on Dumbledore's face. If he was not mistaken, it must be a gloating snicker - wanting to smile, but trying hard to keep his mouth shut.

A smile that seems to be stretched but not stretched.

"It seems that you have more than one fire dragon to challenge." Nietzsche pushed her away with a smile.

Chapter 243 The War Called ‘The Ball’

The light snow in December seemed to follow the draft in the castle and poured on Hermione's head.

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall also told Slytherin about this. Now, there is an additional activity in the castle to keep warm: finding a dance partner, because this will bring the students together to discuss plans from time to time.

"Damn it, if I had known we should have let some witches join the Quidditch team." Warrington regretted it to death.

"Also?" Nietzsche walked among them and left the Transfiguration classroom together.

"Look at George and Fred... they don't need to worry." Pusey, who quit Quidditch because of N.E.W.T., said, "Their dance partners are the pursuers Angelina and Aaliyah."

This was almost a war without gunpowder. Every boy tried his best to send out his invitation tactfully, but not too quickly, which would make him look frivolous, but not so slow that others would get in first.

Nietzsche carries his schoolbag and feels sympathy for those who are lost in thought.

"It's really weird. Why don't we see them moving in groups on weekdays?" Theodore roared in distress. He stared dumbfoundedly at a dozen girls coming down the movable stairs together.

"Well... maybe you don't pay attention usually?" Nietzsche said sarcastically next to him.

"Come on! We are not like you...you don't need to find a suitable time to send the invitation alone!" Hubble said angrily.

It's like this, if you just go up and invite him, the girls will surround him.

And this is not the worst thing, the worst thing is...if they fail, they will laugh louder, and in less than a day, the news of the failed invitation will spread throughout the school.

Therefore, individual invitations are best.