Chapter 219

"Why should I blame you?" Hermione straightened up and said calmly, "I can understand your caution after looking at the problem from your perspective. Compared to your death, I am willing to pay this little pain. price.”

Nietzsche raised his head from the dead end, closed his eyes, and felt the moisture on his neck and the numbness that seemed to pass through electricity.

Even if there was this possibility, Nietzsche had to cut off the thoughts of this group of people, which only made Hermione suffer... He hugged Hermione with an expressionless face, but his slightly trembling body had revealed everything.

Slowly, he gradually devoted himself to it, making a hissing sound like a snake.

"How great~" Hermione hit his chin with her head and made a hoarse taunt, "I just like to see great people scream, like you...I tell you, this matter is not over yet! "

"Not enough?!" Nietzsche kept adjusting his sitting posture, enduring the itching in his bones.

"You lied to me for a whole summer and half a semester! Let me pay more interest on this little pain." She slowly raised her head again, yawning and said, "Even if you apologize, you have to be sincere, right?"

Nietzsche was miserable. Dealing with Death Eaters was easier than dealing with Hermione.

"I promise I'll make it up to you this Christmas," he said, raising his hand.

"That's more like it." Hermione untied the tie around his neck and tied it back on herself.

Maybe this is over, but Nietzsche has not changed at all. He is still holding Hermione like an octopus.

Hermione had finished the punishment, but the anger she vented had already ignited Nietzsche's haystack, so he took the initiative to stretch his neck and snatch the chewed licorice stick from Hermione into his mouth.

It was a challenge, and Hermione asked him with a raised brow and a condescending look.

"My dear, at least let me have a good rest tonight?" Nietzsche said with a wink.

"I didn't tell you not to sleep, don't worry, I will go back to my dormitory to sleep." Hermione pretended to be confused and said, "Of course, you must be very tired, I can prepare a bottle of Dreamless Sleeping Potion for you. "

"It doesn't have to be that troublesome. Just use the 'Wandless Spellcasting' like you did in the Leaky Cauldron."

Nietzsche's throat felt itchy. He restrained Hermione with his limbs and pulled her down desperately on the bench.

The students had already returned to Hogwarts in the carriage, leaving only the leaves by the lake rustling, and the two of them alone on this platform... Thinking of this, a wave of emotions floated into the clouds. His mind spread.

"The train will leave later." Hermione refused with a blushing face.

This was a good reason. Nietzsche should let go, but he could clearly feel that Hermione's arms were not as strong as before.

"Then it depends on whether your 'Wandless Spellcasting' is strong enough. If you're not lucky, we won't be able to go back to school tomorrow morning." Nietzsche began to play tricks.

"Am I punishing you, or am I rewarding you?" Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered impatiently, but her hands still began to fumble in the darkness.

The train driver, who had already filled his stomach from Hogsmeade, gave the Hogwarts Express a jolt and whistle again.

In the end, Nietzsche, who was lucky, opened the door with Hermione and jumped onto the platform before the express train left the platform. His legs were a little weak and he almost fell, so he leaned against the platform wall and reattached his beard.

"Clear spring is like water! Clear spring is like water!" Hermione washed her hands with the cold water she summoned.

"How about ten points from Gryffindor?" Nietzsche said with a smile.

"If you say another word, I will rub it in your face..."

Nietzsche kept his mouth tightly shut and didn't say another word. However, as the two of them walked towards the school gate, Hermione's eyes were always staring straight at him, which made people hair-raising.

Thinking on the bright side, at least he can sleep peacefully tonight.

Chapter 359 Snape---Master of Dark Arts

The two of them had been delayed for a long time and had already missed the freshmen branch, but they just happened to catch up with the dinner party that was just starting.

Before leaving, Hermione made a lot of improvements to Nietzsche's disguise...such as using a transformation spell on his beard to make it look like the real one, and she also used the cosmetics she brought with her to make some simple outlines.

"The fewer traces of magic left behind, the less detectable it is for a wizard." Nietzsche rejected the use of magic to achieve disguise.

Half an hour after Hermione entered the Great Hall, he pushed open the two oak doors and walked in.

The crisp sounds of discussions and the clinking of cups reached Nietzsche's ears. When he walked from the Slytherin table to the guest of honor seat and found the students around him looking at him curiously, he knew that Hermione had Speak up yourself.

This is of course a good thing, at least the two of them have enough time to spend time together in secret.

"Mr. Vader, why are you here now?" Professor Slughorn greeted hurriedly and introduced the others, "This is my assistant...Albus, don't mind if I'm too old now." Used."

Perhaps Principal Dumbledore also knew Slughorn's character and had no doubts.

Nietzsche turned his head and saw that Professor Grendel next to Snape was dozing with his eyes squinted. It was unbelievable that he could sleep in such a noisy environment.

"Will it affect your Potions skills?" Dumbledore asked.

"You are insulting my professionalism!" Slughorn quickly glanced at the people next to him. "Is he under some kind of curse? I can see that his magic power and vitality have been contained."

Professor Grendel's face was lifeless. If his snoring hadn't been heard, perhaps Nietzsche would have thought he was dead.

Snape on the side said: "I barely breathed a sigh of relief."

"Ah~ it wouldn't be surprising if it was Severus." Slughorn habitually said a few compliments first.

Although Dumbledore didn't say any more, Nietzsche could still guess that this might be related to Horcruxes--Voldemort liked to put many powerful curses on Horcruxes, and the Gaunt family had already verified it.

Nietzsche reached over Slughorn's arm and took a few chicken drumsticks. While filling his stomach, Nietzsche quietly looked at the professors who had their own thoughts:

Vice Principal McGonagall was chatting with Professor Flitwick about the wizarding world; Professor Quirrell was frowning as he read through ancient documents; Dean Snape and Harry were looking at each other from a distance, neither of them convinced of the other...

When the food fell into his stomach, he regained some strength and looked at Hermione through dozens of students. After a while, chocolate cake, egg tarts and pudding replaced the rich staple food.

Whenever this happens, Principal Dumbledore will stand up and speak, and this time is no exception.

"Welcome everyone~" He waved his purple-gray sleeves and said loudly, "I'm glad I can still see many familiar old faces here... Don't worry, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Professor Snape Serve..."

Except for Hermione, who already knew, the other students acted very surprised.

Nietzsche moved his eyes back and found that Harry didn't react much either. Instead of showing anger when mentioning 'Snape' like before, he just sighed with a grimace.

"Professor Snape?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

The rest of the people opened their mouths and turned their heads to look at the guest of honor seat.

At this time, Professor Snape glanced around the auditorium indifferently, seemingly dissatisfied with the students' surprise, as if saying that his strength was not up to standard, because even the Slytherin table only gave a perfunctory cheer.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and silenced the students.

"Please understand your Professor Glendale. He paid a lot of price when he prevented Voldemort from making trouble." The principal said, "The current situation is very changeable. Only Professor Snape can make you grow up qualified..."

Snape stood up lazily. He always had the ability to make students immediately afraid to speak out.

"Some arrogant people always want to initiate drastic changes. As teachers, we are powerless to stop them, but there is no need for some unlucky ones to follow them and die." Snape said, staring in the direction of Gryffindor.

His voice was very slow, his tone single and inhumane, but there was a softness in the content.

Everyone looked at Snape in surprise. Obviously, no one believed that these words came from the head of Slytherin. You have to know how many points they had been deducted for no reason before.

Especially the group of Gryffindors, they all looked at the guest of honor table with vigilance, always feeling that Snape was up to something new.

But this time, everyone's guesses were wrong.

"Now, take out your textbooks..." Snape ordered.

Some of them also carried schoolbags, such as the Ravenclaws, who took out "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft" and "Magical Defense Theory" from under their feet.

"Yes, that's right, that's it. This kind of books will not be allowed in my classroom in the future." Snape's aquiline nose turned slightly upward, making him look very arrogant, "These things on paper are very important to you at this stage. , of no use..."

He continued: "As Principal Dumbledore said 'changeable', you need more than just dealing with magic."

This was said very implicitly, probably to say that in addition to dealing with dark wizards, students also had some more complex Muggle problems.

Principal Dumbledore saw the confusion of the students below, so he explained: "Professor Snape has rich... experience in dealing with people from all walks of life. You will learn how to restrain your emotions and prevent the intrusion of dark magic. "

Nietzsche raised his eyebrows, almost saying clearly: Snape wanted to teach undercover experience.

Is he promoting Professor Snape's change in disguise? You must know that his old dean has never been too lazy to care about the life and death of other people.

"And the original Potions class will include Professor Slughorn and..." Dumbledore paused and turned his head.

"Darth Vader, Mr. Principal." Nietzsche said hoarsely.

"Okay, let the two of them teach it together."

It seems to be going well. Nietzsche has reduced his presence as much as possible and is gradually reintegrating into Hogwarts as an assistant.

Then, while everyone was enjoying dessert and thinking about the courses for the new semester, Professor Glendale, who was sitting at the guest table, suddenly clutched his chest, his whole body shook violently as if he was electrocuted, and he fell straight to the ground.

The first one to react was Dumbledore, who hurried over to help him.

Professor Grendel seemed to be blind, his eyes widened and he waved his arms wildly. He had completely lost the fun and humor he once had, and looked like a poor Muggle old man tortured by illness and pain.

"It's not me...it's not me!" he shouted heartbreakingly.

When he grabbed Dumbledore's arms, he seemed to have found his backbone, and he curled up and fell on the headmaster's knees.

"It wasn't me, I didn't... I didn't kill her..." Grendel shed tears, whispering with lifeless eyes, "I'm sorry... I really didn't mean it..."

"I know." Dumbledore shook his head at Professor McGonagall, and then helped his old friend up.

Many students stood up, trying to see what happened, but Professor McGonagall pulled out her wand and waved it hard, causing a cracking sound in the air, pushing the students back.

In this way, everyone could only watch the headmaster help the old professor leave the hall.

"Okay, your beds are waiting for you." Professor McGonagall restored order with majesty, "Get ready for class tomorrow, you don't have to worry, so... good night!"

Chapter 360 The Hidden Truth

Everyone felt very uncomfortable:

Professor Sprout hurried to the greenhouse; Professor Snape was also talking to Slughorn about the condition of the injured; Trelawney, who was wearing gold-rimmed round glasses, took out a set of tarot cards and made fortunes in a mysterious way...

After a long time, Headmaster Dumbledore reopened the door of the infirmary.

"Thank you for your hard work, Horace." He took off his half-moon glasses, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

The headmaster made way for Nietzsche, Slughorn and Snape to enter the room.

Professor Grendel, who was lying on the bed, no longer screamed in grief. The lips above the beard were even cracked and bloodshot due to excessive dryness. His whole body was more than half thinner after a summer vacation.

He cried weakly, as if the professors around him were torturing him.

"I didn't hurt them, Aberforth... they all came at me... it's not his fault..." Grendel suddenly said the name that puzzled Nietzsche.

Aberforth is Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, but this did not seem to surprise others.

"Water and magic are being lost." Slughorn stretched out a finger and rubbed it on the patient's lips. "This situation reminds me of a kind of black magic, a bit like the process of transforming the corpse."

"This is the same as Severus said." Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"Really? You are worthy of being the master who invented the 'Dark Moon Potion'." Slughorn continued to ask, "When did you get this curse?"

"Two months before the start of school."

Slughorn was shocked by this number. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead carelessly.

"Two months?!" he said weakly, "It's a miracle that you can slow down the loss of water in the human body and let your friend live for two more months. Albus, I haven't heard of anyone saying that the 'Inferi' has been revived."

"As you can see, he is not dead yet." Dumbledore's voice became vague and full of uncertainty.

Not dead means 'having a soul', which means he is still a person and can be saved. The headmaster still holds hope for this.

Nietzsche looked at the dry and skinny old man. When he heard the conversation between the two, he thought of another person-Morfin Gaunt.

It seems that Voldemort can use some unknown black magic to transform people who died directly or indirectly at his hands into 'Inferi' by using curses, but there is a subtle difference: the soul has been tainted.

At this time, in the school infirmary, only Nietzsche's head still had an oil lamp that would not burn out. He looked suspiciously at the thin curtains that were rolled up by the evening breeze.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore noticed his change and asked, "Mr. Vader?"

"Nothing." Nietzsche said nervously, "Maybe I was wrong. I always felt that there was an extra guest here..."

This made Professor Slughorn's scalp tingle, and he subconsciously raised his head and looked around. After all, it sounded too gloomy and terrifying.

"Don't laugh." Nietzsche rubbed his ears and warned the window at the head of the bed in advance.

"No one laughs here." Snape looked at his ridiculous behavior and couldn't help but said to Slughorn, "Which former student put someone next to you for gilding?"

Slughorn stroked his bulging belly awkwardly, obviously acquiescing to this statement.

But he still didn't forget his duties, so he said to the headmaster: "This is not poison. I can't eradicate this curse all at once. At most, I can only temporarily curb the spread of the curse effect."

Dumbledore's waist bent down a little more. This was the first time Nietzsche saw the headmaster show an emotion that could be called "fear".

The most powerful lion, the bravest man, has his own fears.

He suddenly pulled off the "Deathly Hallows" necklace from Professor Grendel's neck, and nodded to Slughorn as if he had made up his mind: "Then I'll trouble you."