Chapter 203

"What is the most Lily-like quality in Harry?" Nietzsche pulled out the wand from the crucible and asked the people around him.

"That stubbornness?" Hermione turned her head, looked over Lavender at the back table, and continued, "It's not the appearance anyway... Harry showed us the photo album sent by Hagrid. The only thing that can be called The only thing that looks like is the eyes. ”

Snape stopped in front of Harry's desk, so Ron hid his head behind the cauldron.

"Five points from Gryffindor." Snape said coldly, "Let me remind you that although Aconitum is poisonous, it can be used as a demulcent, such as wolfsbane potion."

Malfoy and others sat in the front row, very close to the podium, but at a certain distance from other people.

Nietzsche saw Malfoy suddenly raise his head and look behind the professor with complicated eyes, as if these words were describing that he could actually be like an aconite.

"Alleviation and detoxification are two different things," Harry said.

"So you think you're good enough to be the antidote..." Snape said sarcastically, "That's a shameless talk. Listen, Potter, no matter what you say to Umbridge, don't bring it into my classroom." "

"Then you can continue to deduct points."

Harry put on an indifferent expression, relaxed and leaned back in the chair and shrugged.

"Even if you deduct all my points, you can't change one fact - I hate Death Eaters." He lowered his head, letting only the crucible reflect in his emerald green eyes, and murmured, "Aconite cannot suppress it. It’s a neurotoxin.”

Nietzsche couldn't tell for a moment whether this was Harry's performance or his real thoughts.

As Harry glared stubbornly at Snape, Nietzsche captured the pause in the professor's walk, as if a moving carriage had been jolted by a stone on a muddy road.

Those bright green eyes narrowed to slits, and Snape backed down when he should have pursued the victory or continued the argument.

Hermione put the hard-fought enhancement potion and yawned, as if she was lamenting that the potions in the Owls exam range were too simple.

"It seems the professor still doesn't care." She said disappointedly when Snape threw off his robes and walked onto the podium.

"To be precise, he cares too much. Don't forget that Snape has been secretly protecting Harry." Nietzsche did not think that his plan had failed, but felt that it was an improvement.

Today, Snape has no reason to maintain his identity as a Death Eater and protect Malfoy. It is more of a return of favor.

Double agent? That was all old history. Nietzsche never needed Snape to continue working for Voldemort. Why bother with it when he could speak with his fists?

But the more Snape protected Malfoy and the others, the angrier they became.

"I really don't understand why they can still stay in school!" After class, Afro-head Seamus wiped the traces of the medicine on his face with his sleeves and yelled in the basement corridor, "My mother almost didn't let them. I'm coming to school."

Now the situation has begun to reverse, and the purebloods headed by Malfoy have become the targets of hatred and revenge.

Nietzsche rolled his eyes and thought of the danger assessment form in Umbridge's hand, so he threw a handful of fire into the blazing fire in front of him... This way, it will burn bigger and bigger, and it is much more useful than matches. .

"They should get out!" Nietzsche cleared his throat, thickened his throat, and shouted from behind Hermione, "I said, are we still afraid of those who bullied us?"

Words without any logic can easily arouse the emotions of others on special occasions.

"Who said you were scared! Who said that?!" There was a response from the crowd quickly.

"Fxxk! They are lucky that they didn't beat back all their previous debts." The Gryffindors shouted all kinds of nasty curses, "beat up those little Death Eaters? Go together, go together!"

Marvolo looked at Nietzsche in horror, as if seeing him for the first time...oh, it was indeed the first time.

Hermione picked up the book and covered her face. The thing that worried her most happened - Marvolo, a restless person, became more and more crooked under the influence of Nietzsche.

This group of gentlemen, apart from their ideals and goals, don’t seem to be so gentlemanly in their process~

Chapter 326: Mal Wuxian

In the auditorium, the wizards who had been complaining for a long time waited until the professors at the guest chair left before taking action. Needless to say, many people used chatting as a cover to quietly approach the Slytherin table...

"You go back with Ginny first?" Nietzsche observed the changes in some seats and said softly, "I remember you are very busy now."

Hermione was now the prefect of Gryffindor. Once something happened, she had reason to uphold the school's rules, but she stood up and sat back down unsteadily within a few seconds.

Why leave?

Since she has the same status as him, there is no reason to leave.

"No need for a salary." Hermione gritted her teeth, frowned, and looked at him very seriously.

Nietzsche knew that Hermione was forcing herself to adapt to some means. When he saw the tenacity in those chocolate-colored eyes, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, and then shrugged as if nothing had happened.

There was a power that penetrated his mind, and after piercing his mind, a few waves of emotion and joy were stuffed inside.

She is learning to grow and supporting him is enough.

Someone noticed something was wrong. The bear-like witch Millicent Bulstrode immediately stood up and prepared to leave after noticing the unusual flow of people, but was pushed back by Susan Bones the next second.

"Su... Susan?" Millicent laughed before she had time to wipe the oil off her face.

"My uncle, cousin, and aunt died at the hands of a Death Eater. Do you know why?" Susan of Hufflepuff pressed her shoulder and said, "Because my last name is Bones of the Wizengamot."

"I didn't know about this. It sounds so bad. I'm sorry."

Millicent no longer looked like she was in the second grade. She always liked to bully other witches everywhere because of her size. Now she was just like a blind bear with Hagrid pointing a giant crossbow at her chest.

Time cannot eliminate everything, especially hatred. The more it is squeezed, the stronger it will be when it is released.

Nietzsche always felt that this group of people were practicing with Malfoy and the others who were still alive. After all, the practice in the classroom lacked a certain kind of... bloodiness?

"Fight back quickly!" Susan pulled out her wand at some point, and screamed at Millicent's back.

"Bang!"

Millicent Bulstrode, who was once so arrogant, knocked over the golden plate, and flew out from the top of the dining table with the food residue.

This made Nietzsche a little unhappy. Of course, he felt sorry for the food being wasted... Let's settle the accounts, and fight if we want to, why did you overturn the table when there was nothing going on.

Sorrow and hatred filled the air like undetectable throat-locking poison, penetrating into everyone's blood from the surface of the skin.

But it is undeniable that the taste of revenge is absolutely sweet.

Nietzsche crossed his legs and winked at Marvolo, who was hiding and watching the show. The latter sneaked out of the auditorium and closed the door tightly.

Marvolo: Don't splatter blood on me.

"What do you want to do?" Malfoy also drew his wand, but he had to face too many people, so he instinctively backed off and shouted, "Where's the prefect? ​​Cedric! You're a prefect!!"

Cedric Diggory was a well-known good guy, but Malfoy forgot that he was a warrior who had witnessed the birth of Voldemort.

To be honest, the only one who might soften his heart among all the people present was Hermione, but this only prefect was also forcing himself to learn to be cruel.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I've met Mr. Malfoy a long time ago." Cedric grabbed Qiu Zhang and took a few steps back, disappearing into the crowd, he said calmly.

"Okay, let's try it!" Malfoy threw his arms out with all his might, "Mimble Wimble"

Susan timed it and activated the amulet at the moment when the tongue-binding spell came into contact with her body. The blue-white halo flashed and bounced the tongue-binding spell away. The active defense exercise was effective at this moment.

This was the beginning of the battle. A group of people swarmed forward, and countless spells gathered around Malfoy.

"Legs and feet are weak!"

"Kneel down!"

"Tears flow... petrification... eye disease..."

Nietzsche could no longer hear which were his own attacks and which were Malfoy and Pansy's counterattacks. The spells were bounced everywhere, and some candles above his head were forced to deform.

Suddenly, he felt that his pants on his thighs were tightly pulled by Hermione, and after a while, they began to loosen gradually.

"It's hard for you." Nietzsche helped her cut a piece of bread and turned his head to comfort her.

"What the other Granger can do, I can do too." Hermione pursed her lips and continued, "You have already paid enough energy for them, I think... No, I want you to give me your back."

With the growth of experience, Hermione can no longer use words like "student" and "prefect" to distinguish people in the school.

She no longer wants to, but must become a sharp blade belonging to Nietzsche.

Although he couldn't see, Nietzsche still heard Pansy scream, followed by the sound of falling to the ground and knocking the chair crooked, Malfoy roaring, and then Blaise Zabini knocked through the crowd, hit his head on the ground and fainted.

Through this gap, Nietzsche and Malfoy's sight intertwined.

"Ahhh! Come on!" Malfoy half-knelt on the ground miserably, shouting like crazy.

His two legs in the lower body seemed to have been pulled out of the bones, and the whole person was lying on the ground limply. He could only support the ground with his left hand, and waved the wand around with his right hand tightly, as if he wanted to use this stick to hurt others.

Half of his face was swollen, and white slugs kept flowing out of his nose.

"If you have the guts... kill me." He hated Nietzsche, and his throat would gurgle every few syllables, "I won't fall, and the Malfoy family won't fall..."

Not only Nietzsche, Malfoy also stared at everyone around with hatred.

Malfoy's consciousness was so scattered that he couldn't even hold his wand steadily. He didn't think he had any problems with his family at all. He only thought about revenge, but he couldn't even walk to Nietzsche, let alone fight back.

The gap that was knocked open by Blaise gradually closed. He could only vaguely see Nietzsche sitting on the chair through the gap between people, a god-like wizard.

Something must be done...

"Crucio...Crucio...Carpal bone!" Malfoy muttered with his swollen lips.

But the scarlet beam of light failed to penetrate the crowd, so it only hit Padma of Ravenclaw. Even though the rune magic eliminated some of the magic power, the witch still cried out with reluctance and disgust.

Padma covered her chest and took a few deep breaths supported by her companions.

"How dare you!" Neville, with red eyes, held the wand without hesitation, regardless of any consequences, and stabbed Malfoy's shoulder with the lightsaber, "Crucio... you shameless... little Death Eater."

Malfoy could no longer hold his wand, and the pain of his burning nerves made him completely fall into darkness.

At this time, the door of the auditorium was blasted open by the spell, and Marvolo rushed in like a savior, leading Umbridge, who was wearing a pink pajamas on her upper body.

"Oh, you guys are fighting in private!" Umbridge saw the messy tables and chairs and the people staggering, and rushed over quickly, "What happened to Mr. Malfoy?"

"He attacked us." Marvolo kicked Malfoy with the tip of his shoe and said contemptuously.

But he didn't say a word about their attack on Malfoy, it sounded as if the other party was the first to attack.

Anyway, people are fainted, so you can't blame him for preconceived ideas~

Chapter 327 Umbridge: I caught you, right?

Hermione stood at the door of the school infirmary, her mind was as complicated as Crookshanks choosing the flavor of cat food, and what appeared in her eyes was Nietzsche standing behind several professors.

Cruelty, sympathy, tolerance and other personalities seem contradictory, but she understands how delicate Nietzsche is in dividing them---cruelty is for enemies, sympathy is for ordinary people, and tolerance is for companions.

She thinks she should also be like a sharp blade, with the tip of the knife facing outward and the handshake facing inward.

"You know, Malfoy, Pansy, Bulstrode..." Umbridge said arrogantly, listing a long list of names, "They attacked other students on campus. They are very dangerous and a threat to the school."

The school infirmary was packed overnight, and most of the area was divided by blue curtains.

Umbridge was holding a small notebook and writing on it. Standing opposite her were Minerva McGonagall, the vice-president, and Severus Snape, the dean of Slytherin, who had just been awakened by Madam Pomfrey.

Nietzsche and Marvolo pretended to be two good children reporting to the professor, standing silently behind their respective deans.

"Threat?" Vice-president McGonagall frowned and repeated the other party's words softly.

"Yes, don't forget that they are all members of the Death Eater family, and their identities are sensitive..."

"They are students." McGonagall interrupted Umbridge angrily.

Through the curtains, you can see Madam Pomfrey's busy figure and the potion bottles floating in the air. According to the effect of the multiple superposition of black magic, there are at least dozens of bottles.

Nietzsche smacked his lips. If he hadn't asked Marvolo to shout Pink Toad, maybe the people who violated Dumbledore's bottom line would be a group of students.

Really bloody...

"Yes, it's students. That's why I set up a risk assessment table based on the list, right?" Umbridge took the opportunity to blink and quickly glanced at Nietzsche, and continued, "The Ministry of Magic didn't arrest them immediately."

"But you can't arrest them just because students use magic to attack each other!" Vice Principal McGonagall said, "If that's the case, Hogwarts would have few students now."

So, Vice Principal McGonagall actually knew that students would always use magic in the corridor, and as long as they didn't violate the school rules under her eyes, she would pretend not to see it.

Wizards learn magic in school, so how could they not use it?

"According to the person involved, Miss Patil, Malfoy used the Unforgivable Curse. You are the vice-president and should understand the consequences of using this kind of dark magic that is banned by the Ministry of Magic." Umbridge said lightly.

She took out Malfoy's wand from her pocket, which was physical evidence, and then pointed her slender wand at the tip of Malfoy's wand.

"Prior Incantato (Flashback Replay)!"

This kind of magic used for investigation is a must-have spell for members of the Ministry of Magic. Under the guidance of the spell, Umbridge's wand began to force Malfoy's wand to do "magic replay", and the magic image was ejected from the tip of the wand in the form of flashback.

The unique scarlet color of the Cruciatus Curse flashed in front of everyone's eyes. Nietzsche was very familiar with this color.

"It's the Cruciatus Curse..." Snape said hoarsely with his eyes closed, as if he was very reluctant to see the truth.

"That's no problem." Umbridge nodded with satisfaction, the fat on her face squeezed into a disgusting smile, "For safety reasons, according to the Special Investigator Act, the Ministry of Magic has the right to place dangerous people under custody."