Chapter 197

"No, it's against me." Nietzsche turned around and looked at the worried and hesitant faces around him. "It doesn't matter. You can prepare as you should. Don't worry about other things. I'm here."

"Are you going alone?" Harry said worriedly.

"Of course not only that. I'll visit her with Marvolo later."

Chapter 313 The Warm Reception of Two Dark Lords

At eight o'clock in the evening, the portraits on the wall could see two shadows sneaking towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office.

"During class today, Umbridge offended the professor..." Marvolo said unreservedly, holding his wand, standing at the door of the office on the third floor, "She seems to really think she is the ambassador of the Ministry of Magic."

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class was taught to Gryffindor, which sounded very ineffective.

However, it was Professor Grendel with a cold face who opened the door. Nietzsche looked into the office and saw a bed inside, and a pendant with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows hung on the head of the bed.

"What's the matter?" said the old professor. "If you're looking for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, you should go to the fourth floor... She just moved out today."

The professor's mouth pulled a contemptuous smile, obviously, Umbridge was driven away.

You know, since the third year, this office has always been used by two professors. Nietzsche has never seen the other party drive a colleague out of the office angrily, and even Lupin, as a werewolf, has never encountered such treatment.

"We are in detention instead of George and Weasley..." Nietzsche said honestly.

"Of course, just replacing, does not mean that we will accept detention." Marvolo followed and added.

"Those two 'little sparrows', it's really not surprising." Grendel twisted his beard, looked at the two with a suspicious look, and then continued, "I thought her coming was your intention at first, such as surveillance."

Nietzsche quickly retracted his sight of observing the office and became alert in his heart.

You have to know that he hides very well. Except for people outside the power center, only Dumbledore knew how deep his control over the Ministry of Magic was. Now there is one more person---this former witch has a very sharp vision.

As for surveillance, Nietzsche admitted that he had no such idea at all.

It was not out of respect for the most powerful white wizard or something like that, but simply thought it was unnecessary.

"I don't understand what you are talking about, professor. I think the Ministry of Magic has no intention of monitoring the school at all, and it will never have any." Nietzsche said cautiously.

"Is that so..." Professor Grendel pondered for a moment and continued, "Then you have to be careful."

"Be careful of what?"

"Umbridge has a strong desire for control, kid, she is really not a good choice."

Nietzsche left the corridor on the third floor with a little confusion. At the moment of turning around, Grendel took off his kind disguise and looked at the backs of the two with Grindelwald's lifeless eyes.

At the same time, Nietzsche also felt a little irritated in his heart, which was the uneasiness of not being able to control the situation.

"Did you know that Dumbledore had a relationship with the Witch Party?" he asked as he went upstairs.

"Not sure, but I'm sure Dumbledore knew a lot about the Deathly Hallows at the time." Marvolo recalled the scene of the year as a bystander.

"Please keep an eye on Professor Grendel for me. You know, the Witch Party did not penetrate into Britain when it was at its strongest. I suspect this has something to do with him and Dumbledore. It's better to be on guard. I can feel that he is the headmaster's helper."

As the headmaster, Dumbledore is too conservative. He always wants to control things within his own predictable range. No matter what others do, Nietzsche will never surrender like this.

Umbridge's office is very remote, between the trophy display room and the room that used to be a restricted area.

Nietzsche knocked on the door and heard a sweet voice from inside: "Come in~"

Although the room that is forbidden to enter for the first grade is empty, students rarely come here. Only during the Christmas dance last year, a few young couples hid at the end of the corridor for a date.

But when Nietzsche opened the door, he thought he was opening the door to the Room of Requirement:

Everything inside was like in Madam Puddifoot's tea shop, with a vase of dried lavender on the desk, and any fabric would have lace, and even the teacups were printed with cats;

In addition to the teapot and teacups, there were two clean parchments and two unstained quills on the table.

"Mr. Holmes?" Umbridge, wearing her pink fur collar, completely blended into the background.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge." Nietzsche stared at the floor, which was better than the fat trembling with his attentive smile, "I'm here to tell you about the two Mr. Weasleys."

Marvolo always kept that smiling look, and the surrounding lights dimmed with every step forward.

The darkness seemed to pour in from the office door, extinguishing the light, and Umbridge couldn't say a word, choked in her throat, unwilling to spit into this seemingly crazy world.

Marvolo went back to his old tricks - scaring people.

"They can't come." He said condescendingly.

"Oh, this won't do, no, no..." Umbridge's voice was broken, "Mr. Holmes, I am the deputy minister sent by Minister Fudge to assist Dumbledore. I am a professor, you can't be rude to me... to me."

"Look, I also have an amulet, do you want to put me in detention too?" Nietzsche took out the invalid badge from his pocket.

"You are joking, as an advisor to the minister, of course, but... but Weasley and the others..."

"This is not theirs." Nietzsche calmly distorted the facts, "Yes, all the 'contraband' you saw was not brought by Weasley, do you understand?"

How absurd, Umbridge saw the Weasley twins selling and even talking about it publicly, but now she can't make any opposition gestures, and that aggrieved look made Nietzsche very satisfied.

In his description, the Weasley twins just happened to get these things, and then kindly gave them to others.

Deducting points is their punishment.

The huge magic imprisoned her. The teacup on the table began to crack because it could not withstand the pressure. The boiling hot tea seeped from the bottom of the cup, overflowed from the tea tray, soaked the tablecloth, and flowed to the woman's wrist.

Umbridge felt pain, but was suppressed by Marvolo and could not raise her hand. She was grimacing because of the burning of the fragrant flower tea.

"But, but..." Umbridge took a deep breath repeatedly, "So, who does Mr. Holmes think is the mastermind behind this?"

"Draco Malfoy." Nietzsche said indifferently.

"Huh?"

Nietzsche walked to the desk and sat down, but moved the chair back to prevent the liquid from dripping on his legs.

"The thing is, Malfoy stole a batch of amulets from the Ministry of Magic in order to retaliate against Daphne. He kept some for himself and deliberately distributed the rest to other people to divert attention." He explained.

"This... ahaha... is that the case?" Umbridge grinned.

But her smile was too ugly, like eating a mouthful of flies from the toilet and not being able to say anything, and even praising that she was actually eating delicious chocolate fly beans.

"You think it was Weasley who violated the school rules, right? This proves that his plan was successful." Nietzsche said, "Therefore, you have to punish Malfoy, not Weasley or others."

"In that case... that's right..." Umbridge didn't seem to want to offend those people, or was afraid.

The teacup exploded into piles of fragments, and those fragments, under Nietzsche's control, strangely fell on the side of the other's fat arm, which made Marvolo's eyes light up.

"Marvolo, didn't you see that Professor Umbridge was burned? Help move her hand away." Nietzsche said with a cold face and without any rebuttal.

Then, Umbridge's right arm began to twist uncontrollably on the table, and every roll would make the white porcelain pieces more red, and some of the small fragments pierced deeply into her flesh.

Perhaps it was too painful, Umbridge finally admitted her mistake.

She twisted her arm hard and said in a shrill voice: "Yes, yes, I understand, Mr. Holmes."

"Understand what?" Nietzsche put his hands gently on his knees and asked her calmly.

"It was the despicable and sensational Malfoy who deliberately...deliberately framed the students and caused the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts to split because of the students...I will punish him according to this matter!" Umbridge repeated.

"Very good, thank you very much for not being deceived." Nietzsche raised his eyebrows, stood up, and when he walked to the door of the office, he suddenly turned around and smiled and said, "Professor Umbridge, Minister Fudge is not here."

(The fox will take a day off tomorrow, and think about the plot of the British government reshuffle and the collection of Dobby's hidden line)

Chapter 314 Malfoy, who is rarely tough

Early the next morning, everyone saw a bloody bandage on his hand, but no one knew what Draco Malfoy had experienced that night.

Although George and Fred often played pranks and didn't care about their studies, they were not stupid. They immediately understood the disaster they had escaped. After all, no one wanted to have a bandage on their hands.

"So we can now sell the skipping candy openly?" George said happily.

"And we won't be caught!" Fred cooperated.

The Weasley twins' side job is to make these prank props, and skipping candy is one of them. Eating it will cause short-term negative effects, such as nosebleeds, fainting, and sores.

This made Hermione on the side narrow her eyes and tap the wooden table with her fingers to issue a series of warnings.

"Don't even think about it!" She said angrily, "This is not to make you play better pranks."

"Just kidding." George lowered his head under the majestic lion's roar and smiled, "Compared to prank props, amulets sell more... Those people who placed orders can line up from the door of the Leaky Cauldron to Gringotts."

"It's better." Hermione glared at them angrily, obviously she didn't completely believe this "guarantee".

The weather was still gloomy and there was drizzle in the sky. Looking up, one could see a lot of rainwater accumulated on the transparent vault of the hall. Fortunately, Slytherin's classes today were all inside the castle.

After Hermione taught the restless Weasley twins a lesson, she turned around and saw Nietzsche and Marvolo sitting side by side.

"When did your relationship become so good?" she complained in confusion.

"How should I put it...tacit understanding." Marvolo dipped his hands in milk and swallowed a piece of bread before continuing, "And we still have some things in common, for example, we both hate Umbridge."

"What they have in common? How come I didn't know that Nietzsche also harmed me?" Ginny Weasley said through gritted teeth.

Unable to solve the secret room case in the second grade, Marvolo Sisyphus simply pretended to be deaf and dumb.

However, other people who didn't know the specific situation were confused and didn't understand why Ginny had such a bad relationship with Marvolo. This really gave the Weasley twins a headache.

On the one hand, it is a new friend who helps me, and on the other hand, it is my sister.

"Okay, let's settle the magic issue first..." Nietzsche looked at Hermione and begged, "Borrow the pendant. I want to find a breakthrough from us."

The pendant, which looked like a miniature potion bottle, had been kept close to Hermione, so when Nietzsche took it over, he could still feel the residual warmth.

Logically speaking, he had never believed in prophecies, but every time he remembered that this pendant, which was the 'Blood Alliance Protector', was originally given to Hermione by Professor Glendale, a few tendons on both sides of his brain would beat.

The more deeply I come into contact with runes, the more I feel something is wrong...

'Better not take advantage of her. ’ Nietzsche instinctively assumed the worst in his mind.

The first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Based on Umbridge's performance last night, no one had high expectations for her.

They walked into the classroom and found Professor Umbridge already sitting by the wall. She was wearing a bright red women's coat and a black bow on her head, just like a poison dart frog with a big black bow on her head. Tumor.

The other party seemed to have noticed Nietzsche's gaze, so he quickly put on a smile.

"Classmates, I heard that you have never had a stable professor. Last year, he was even a Death Eater." Umbridge waited until everyone sat down and said, "But that won't happen now. The Ministry of Magic will guarantee your teaching." system."

However, the Slytherins only responded with perfunctory "um...ah..." and "great".

Theodore looked around, looking for Professor Grendel, and even gave up on basic perfunctory, which made Umbridge very unhappy.

"The OWLs exam will be in June next year. I hope your theoretical knowledge will reach a passing level..." But she still put on airs.

"Where's Professor Glendale?" Theodore couldn't help but interrupt his long and stinky opening remarks.

"Ahem... As I wanted to say, your associate professor is very rude in class and always gets students hurt." Professor Umbridge turned around and said solemnly, "It's for your safety. Sexual considerations..."

"So you're not going to let him teach us!"

Many students exchanged depressed looks. You must know that content that has nothing to do with 'practice' is always boring. It is never the magic class imagined by the little wizards.

But Umbridge, who was always interrupted when talking, became impetuous. She asked in a low voice: "Your name."

"Me? Theodore Nott."

"Very well, Mr. Nott, were you injured in class last year?" Umbridge said.

"Of course it is. Injuries are always common when practicing magic..." Theodore didn't think it was a big deal, and it wasn't like he was missing arms or legs.

"That's right, professors should reduce the safety of students from danger." Umbridge came up with her fallacy, "Rather than wait until danger comes, and then protect them."

In short, don't think about learning any new magic. They took out "Magic Defense Theory" and quills under instructions.

But there was one person who didn't move—Draco Malfoy. He seemed to be retaliating for last night's experience. When he took out the textbook from his school bag, he deliberately shook his hands a few times, covering up the pain and throwing away "Magical Defense Theory". behavior on earth.

How unwilling to be, from being a once aristocratic noble to being bullied by the Ministry of Magic's showboats.

"Mr. Malfoy, pick it up!" Umbridge piped up.

"Sorry, Professor, please forgive me for my awkwardness." Malfoy raised his bandaged right hand and said disdainfully.

"That was just a small punishment..." Umbridge jumped up from the chair first, looked at Nietzsche, and then continued to say in a fake girlish voice, "Stop pretending, you are no longer the Malfoy." "Master."

This almost opened Malfoy's wound, and Nietzsche saw his dark eyes becoming fierce.

"That's not necessarily the case. People who can still stand in the future...who knows?" Malfoy said.

"It seems that some people haven't figured out the situation yet. Malfoy, starting from tomorrow, we will be in solitary confinement every night!" Umbridge said on her own initiative, "Students, the Ministry of Magic will work with the school to ensure your safety. ”

She seemed to think that Malfoy's words would really scare the other students, and Daphne almost laughed out loud.

In the following practice, Nietzsche ignored what Umbridge was saying throughout the class, and just wrote in his notebook about the connection between faith and runes. Anyway, the pink toad did not dare to object.