Chapter 218

When Nietzsche stretched out his hand, he found Hermione looking towards him, so he slipped his finger and picked a pineapple preserve from next to the licorice wand.

"I thought you were going to get the licorice wand." The girl seemed a little disappointed. She pretended not to care and said, "This...associate professor?"

"Darth Vader, Potions Assistant." Nietzsche shook his legs gently under the table and said coldly, "I heard that Sherlock Holmes is dead. Maybe he was a little too self-righteous and too impatient."

"It's 'missing'," Hermione corrected, but did not refute the last comment.

She quietly picked up a licorice wand and put it in her mouth to chew, looking at the 'Darth Vader' in front of her with unkind eyes.

Poor Slughorn was caught between the two of them, going back and forth awkwardly. For him, in front were the most promising wizards and leaders in the future, and behind him were the Death Eaters who used the Unforgivable Curse purely based on their intentions.

There is no one in the current prefect carriage that he can afford to offend.

"How about it? These are all sent from the factory by my former students. They taste better than those sold outside, right?" Slughorn said smoothly, "If you like, I can introduce him... .”

But Hermione shook her head, swallowed and said, "This is my first time eating it. It's a bit sour and sweet."

Then she took out the wand from her mouth and snapped her fingers, causing the pineapple preserves under Nietzsche's hand to fly into her mouth, making both sides of her face bulging.

This made Nietzsche very unhappy. He finally found a substitute for the licorice wand, and now someone came to snatch it.

"Have I seen you somewhere?" Hermione licked the residue on her fingers with a very sure tone.

"Oh?" Nietzsche pretended to be puzzled, "Then why don't I remember?"

"I think it was a few months ago." She stopped the professor from stuffing the snacks and said calmly, "To be precise, I didn't really meet him, it was just that one person was in the light and the other was in the dark. "

An alarm suddenly erupted in Professor Slughorn's head, as if he was in World War II again and encountered a German fighter plane flying over London.

At this moment, Nietzsche felt something was wrong. The mustache under his nose and the goatee on his chin seemed to have become real, and they began to pierce into his flesh, causing a slight sting.

"Let me see those newcomers? I heard that Daphne and the Greengrass family broke away." Slughorn changed the subject.

"Of course, I'm willing to help..." Hermione's eyes were full of impatience, but she still stretched out a finger from the middle of the closed wizard robe and pointed at Nietzsche and said, "What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with you?" place?"

"I'm fine." Nietzsche kept licking his lips, trying to relieve the itching after the sting.

He wondered if there was something wrong with this little prop again. Just like a wig, it always caused some skin problems.

The corridors were crowded with food delivery staff and little wizards carrying luggage. After the train began to whistle loudly and spit out steam, some students of different sizes came in.

In addition to the various prefects, Nietzsche also saw George and Fred looking around, as well as Daphne, who was clearly separated from everyone.

Generally speaking, Gryffindor and Slytherin students hate each other, but now we can see that the Weasley twins were held up by Daphne's ears and did not dare to say anything empty, but their expressions were very resentful.

"I think this is an opportunity to get to know everyone more. Sit down, sit wherever you want!" Slughorn welcomed with warm applause.

Nietzsche was relieved that Hermione was not among them, and his performance became much more natural.

Not every student here is a prefect, but they are more or less well-known figures today, such as Daphne. Although she broke away from the family with her younger sister, she has also gained a lot of benefits now.

"Miss Greengrass, I always hear people from the Ministry of Magic mention you." The professor smiled from ear to ear. "You are young and have real power before you graduate... This is not something ordinary people can do."

"But I still have to go to school~" Daphne looked very uncomfortable and never straightened her brows.

She also looked at Nietzsche, but didn't see any clues, so she simply sat upright on the chair, like a qualified justice.

"Is it because of your sister?" Slughorn asked.

"More or less, it's more because school is easier." Daphne sat between the Weasley twins, looking very serious.

"Yes, the higher you sit, the busier you will be." Slughorn turned his head again and said to George, "It seems your father no longer works in the Department of Misuse of Muggle Items, right?"

At this time, George and Fred were busy dealing with the snacks in front of them. They stuffed a handful into their mouths and secretly stuffed the uneaten ones into their pockets.

Both of them were obviously not short of money, but they still liked to play such little tricks in serious situations and never tired of it. From the corner of his eye, Nietzsche saw Slughorn's face slapped several times.

"Dad?" George said, using the licorice wand as a cutlery and forking a boiled egg. "You were transferred to that...how do you put it? Percy used to envy the department where Crouch worked before he retired."

Daphne covered her face and reminded in a low voice: "International Magical Cooperation Department."

Nietzsche felt sad for her in his heart. It must be very troublesome to have two of the most restless Weasleys under his command.

"Ah, yes, it's the Cooperation Department. Dad likes to deal with Muggles." Fred gave a series of names that even Nietzsche had never heard of. "Responsible for the repair, evacuation, and rescue of major incidents."

All afternoon Slughorn behaved awkwardly, like an old country man new to town.

There were too many new department names and contents that he and Nietzsche had never heard of, which also resulted in George and Fred talking about interesting anecdotes about the Ministry of Magic for most of the second half.

Finally, the train entered Hogsmeade Station in the red sunset.

"There are so many outstanding wizards in Hogwarts this year. If you are willing, you can join my slug club." The professor lit the oil lamp and stood at the door.

Because 'slug' comes from Slug, the Weasley twins couldn't help laughing.

"We're not interested in slugs," Fred said cheerfully.

"It's not a real slug! It's just a platform... You can communicate with each other, and even learn from each other with my former students." Slughorn bit out and said, "Excellent People become better when they stay together.”

Nietzsche leaned against the car window with a very disdainful expression.

The result was also obvious. No one wanted to join this kind of club. Even the Weasley twins, who always had a lively atmosphere, loudly refused without interest. Everyone touched the badge on their chest in unison.

"Please forgive us for not agreeing with this concept!" Qiu Zhang left without looking back.

The arrogant Ravenclaw said: No one in the prefect carriage is the result of his own efforts.

Chapter 357 Hermione’s Revenge

Everyone was fine, except for Slughorn, who was upset. Then he threw his luggage to Nietzsche, who was left in the carriage in annoyance, and continued to shamelessly invite the other students to follow him and take the 'shortcut'.

As for Slughorn, who was smart, he never mentioned some more sensitive topics again, and he regained a little bit of goodwill.

"Hey~ turns out to be an old crook." Nietzsche cursed through the car window.

Who doesn't understand that Slughorn wants to use his huge network of connections to connect talents from all walks of life and twist them into a network centered on himself. However, this idea is vulnerable to the death of Nietzsche.

The defensive line of consciousness forged by Nietzsche with his own death will completely cut off Slughorn's selfish thoughts.

"Meow!!" A familiar cat meowed from outside.

A ginger-colored Persian cat struggled to climb out of the car window and fell to the platform like a persimmon, but the person who picked her up was not Hermione, but Marvolo Sisyphus. .

This is very wrong. Why would Crookshanks suddenly follow someone else?

At this time, Hermione opened the prefect carriage suddenly, and over her shoulder she could see that no one else was in the train.

She quickly rushed to Nietzsche, reached out her hands from under the wizard's robe, grabbed his collar violently and pushed him back, pressing him down on the bench.

"Nietzsche..." Hermione said, staring into his eyes.

"What?" Nietzsche raised his hands in a sneer, still pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"No one knows about the time turner except you." She tried her best to suppress the complicated emotions in her heart, causing her voice to rise and fall. "I knew you were still alive, you fucking bastard!"

She didn't know how long she had been hiding outside the prefect's car, refusing to come in until everyone had left.

Maybe the conductor was off work, maybe rushing to Hogsmeade Village to drink a few cups of butterbeer. The lights in the entire train were extinguished, leaving only the faint beam of light coming in through the glass on the platform.

Nietzsche lay on his side on the chair and could clearly see Hermione's twisted face.

"When did you notice that?" he said with a smile.

Hermione's two hands were pressed on Nietzsche's wrists, and her legs were straddling her legs like a horse, making it impossible for him to use any strength in his limbs.

"From the beginning of eating, all you have been exposed to are sour and sweet foods... Of course, I am not sure until you make very contemptuous remarks about yourself." She said viciously, "Because you hate others Lift you up."

In fact, Hermione's deductions were correct, but he didn't expect that they would be exposed so quickly.

Nietzsche stared at the face that wanted to cry but had to hold it back. Suddenly he felt that his left hand could move, but then he received a solid punch in the stomach. The pain made him stare with his eyes open and his mouth opened but he could not say much. sound.

He inhaled sharply to quickly relieve his churning insides and suppress the urge to vomit.

As for Hermione, she didn't seem to be very relieved, just like a grown-up Norwegian Ridgeback, with two rows of white teeth making a squeaking sound.

"Ouch... wait a minute, let me quibble... ah no, let me explain." Nietzsche wanted to pull off his beard, only to find that the gray-white beard had been firmly embedded.

"Harder." Hermione sat astride it, looking down at him.

"No, did you use some magic?"

The previous itching and stinging were not normal reactions. Those fake beards had truly penetrated into his flesh and turned into real beards. This must be Hermione's work.

She sneered disdainfully and wanted to spit in his face.

"I don't know, maybe you're just pretending again?" The good character she had developed in the past and not swearing no longer existed at this moment. "You're so fucking good, you've tricked everyone in the world. Together."

"But didn't I remind you from the beginning?" Nietzsche said weakly.

"But it's been half a semester!" Hermione's eyes flashed with danger signals.

"Wait...don't!"

Nietzsche didn't even have time to enjoy the close position. The next second Hermione raised her fist high and hit him in the stomach again.

What's even worse is that he just opened his mouth to try to hold it in while taking another breath, but Hermione blocked the way... He had to endure the churning in his stomach while also stopping the other person from nibbling. .

Cruel, too cruel.

Nietzsche had to accept this painful punishment.

In the prefect's carriage filled with darkness, even though Nietzsche couldn't see it, he could still feel the silver thread connecting the two water snakes and the heat emanating from them.

He endured the lack of oxygen, his legs kicked weakly for air, his eyes were mesmerized by those hairs, and his nails scratched the leather of the seat. It was only when his consciousness began to gradually fade away that he breathed the orange-scented air again.

"I...I can accept the punishment, but...but can you not join me?" This was Nietzsche's last request.

Hermione licked her lips, took out a broken licorice stick from her pocket and crushed it in her mouth, as if in her eyes, Nietzsche was just a guilty criminal begging the judge to reduce his crime.

She clenched her fist and moved very gently, sliding down from Nietzsche's neck.

"That's too cheap for you." Hermione showed no mercy, "You'd better give a reasonable explanation, otherwise you won't be able to get out of this train today..."

"I can tell you why you faked your death!" Nietzsche blurted out.

"No problem, I will try my best to leave a breath for you." Hermione pulled off her tie, gently wrapped it around his neck, and leaned down so that the tips of their noses were slightly touching.

Nietzsche chose to close his eyes...Forget it, since the storm will always come, it's better to be mentally prepared in advance.

Chapter 358 Pain and happiness

The loose wizard robe covered her beautiful body, and every hot breath was filled with the girl's fragrance.

This is a sweet poison and a kind of torture... The Gryffindor tie gently tied Nietzsche's neck. He may have just raised his head to take a breath, and the next second he would continue to accept Hermione's Oral examination'.

In this dark, quiet car, the sound of the colliding teeth and tongues is particularly beautiful.

"Huh~" Hermione fastened the tie with her right hand, buried her head in the connection between his neck and shoulders like a vampire, and hummed a soft tune in her mouth, "Tell me, you'd better explain the reason clearly."

Nietzsche moved back and leaned against the car window to make his neck more comfortable.

Now that it was finally time to take a break, he threw the fake beard that had been freed from the little poison spell on the table, and rubbed his chin and lips that were sore from being pulled by Hermione.

"You have become everyone's guide now, isn't that good?" He licked his swollen lips and tasted the strawberry flavor, "I have to quit this game...Hermine, this is me and the Prime Minister The difference between those people."

Nietzsche wrapped his legs around Hermione's waist, stopping her squirming.

This extremely ambiguous posture appears on the two people in completely opposite forms, which seems very weird and reasonable.

Although Nietzsche didn't feel much sweetness at all from this 'punishment', it has to be said that after he got used to it, he began to be obsessed with Hermione's strength... Oh, was he being played?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione pulled on her tie, raised her head, and asked with blurry eyes.

Because of her pulling, Nietzsche could only passively stretch his head forward.

In fact, he had difficulties in this matter, and he had almost guilty empathy: he had to admit that he had taken advantage of Hermione, so he was willing to be choked by Hermione and sucked out of oxygen...

"Because of Dumbledore." Nietzsche hugged her like a sloth and said softly.

"headmaster?"

"Remember our blood pact? He wants to use you to restrict me." He pressed Hermione's lips with his fingers and continued, "To eliminate their influence, I can only let you accept changes... Now look Come on I succeeded."

Dumbledore has his own limitations due to his past and the limitations of the times:

In their view, Muggles and wizards cannot truly come together.

Nietzsche didn't blame people like them, let alone get into a fight because of it, so he sacrificed Hermione's 'freedom' and used his own death in exchange for Hermione's change, so that she had no time to take care of Dumbledore and others under pressure.

"You...yes, after you left, Principal Dumbledore did dissuade me, saying that I was too radical." Hermione exclaimed.

"You don't blame me?" He tried hard to push the brown dumpling away.