Chapter 231

Nietzsche turned his attention to the Gryffindor table and found Harry comforting his unfortunate friend. He suddenly realized that Dumbledore was taking the opportunity to dismiss his students - to protect this group of young wizards who had not grown up.

Each school is divided into four grades of students, and then disrupted so that students from different schools in each two grades fill the vacancies.

If this is in preparation for the battle that follows, then here's a question: What about Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's junior exchange students?

Then this needs to involve the other two schools' handling methods, that is, 'separating senior students'.

After announcing the good news, Principal Dumbledore hurriedly left the chaotic auditorium, leaving the celebration time to the jubilant junior students and the senior students who were imparting 'experience'.

"Miss Granger, I need your help with something!"

When the principal walked to the door, he slapped his forehead, greeted the Gryffindor table kindly, and took Hermione away.

As soon as the rightful owner left, Professor McGonagall was the first to take the lead in complaining.

"Ridiculous!" She slammed the table hard, causing the cutlery and gold plates to bounce. "Aside from Albus saying that he wanted to retire, he never said that there was another... Hagrid? Hagrid!"

"I'm here." The hybrid giant Hagrid squeezed into the corner of the guest seat, shrinking his arms like a child.

"Needless to say, you must have something to do with this matter." Vice Principal McGonagall asked in a positive tone.

As we all know, honest Hagrid is famous for keeping secrets.

That's absolutely fine. Just because you like keeping secrets doesn't necessarily mean you'll be able to keep them. After all, it's just 'like', not 'good at'.

"I, I, I..." Hagrid was glared at by the other four deans. In order to avoid more colorless and tasteless things in future meals, he relaxed, "Mrs. Maxim! I told Mark Mrs. Sim’s connection!”

"What about other things?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Let's add some veritaserum." Professor Snape said with a smile. "It's better to let professionals do this kind of thing."

"No, Professor Dumbledore asked me about it." Rubeus Hagrid was so frightened that he pushed away from the table and fled the scene in a hurry. He said with a frown, "I...I was just with Maxim. Madam, just be a believer."

It seemed that Hagrid didn't know either, and this news gave the other Heads of Houses temporary relief, except for Snape.

At seven o'clock in the evening, when the students returned to the lounge with curiosity and excitement, when Nietzsche walked from the moving stairs to the second floor, the tapestry on the wall next to him was suddenly pulled open by Hermione.

"Sh---"

The girl looked around and found that Professor Slughorn continued to walk up, and then dragged Nietzsche into the secret passage leading to the library on the fifth floor.

"It's bad!" she said impatiently.

But she didn't say everything, so she pulled Nietzsche, who was full of doubts, inside. They quickly got through this secret passage to the fifth floor, then moved to the eighth floor, and walked straight to the white wall in front of the troll tapestry. .

"I need... I need a conference room, I need a conference room..." Hermione walked to the door of the Room of Requirement three times in a row and made her request.

But the simple door did not appear on the white wall.

"What does Principal Dumbledore want from you?" Nietzsche asked while observing the movement on the wall.

"About the three schools joining forces this time... it's very complicated. Someone will explain it to you later." Hermione scratched her head irritably and walked back and forth again, "I need a room where Holmes is staying. Conference room..."

This time, a wooden door slowly appeared on the white wall. It seemed that someone had been inside before.

Sherlock Holmes? Nietzsche felt trouble when he heard this surname, and he instinctively began to retreat. Although he was a Sherlock Holmes himself, in terms of trouble, it was far less than the other two.

"You know we have a date for Christmas, right?" He took Hermione's wrist.

The door handle stopped when it was turned halfway, and the two of them stuck together in an extremely intimate posture, blocking the doorway.

"Then compress some time." Hermione shrugged and continued, "Dear, I can't do anything about it. The question of 'Will I be angry with you?' can be put aside for the time being, because you need to face more now. Serious problem."

With mockery in her eyes, she opened Nietzsche's fingers with her left hand, twisted the doorknob with her right hand and pushed it forward.

In a room with three chandeliers as bright as small suns hanging from the roof beams and a conference table in the center, Nietzsche saw the disaster he was about to face—Mycroft Holmes with a cane.

Behind the other party is a portrait of a girl like the one in the Pig Head Bar. The yellow-haired girl is shyly waving hello to Nietzsche.

"Nietzsche?" Mycroft raised his cane and poked Nietzsche in the stomach with the tip of the cane.

"right."

"I'm retired."

"Um."

"You take over my job."

"ah???"

Chapter 384: Catch the duck and put it on the shelves

This...this is too sudden.

Mycroft was only fifty-two years old when Nietzsche disappeared in the last case. He was only here now. Logically speaking, he should serve Dai Ying until his death.

"You arrogant, heartless thing!" Mycroft raised his cane, pretending to knock it down, "Don't you like to play with news? It just so happens that you are in charge of CI6 and the Department of Homeland Strategy SHD!"

Hermione subconsciously tightened her grip on Nietzsche to block him behind her.

However, Mycroft quickly noticed the girl's subtle movements. After a second of analysis, he had an idea and put away the cane that had not hit Nietzsche.

"But..." Nietzsche pulled off his beard and stared.

"Hey! You don't have to say anything." Mycroft seemed to have anticipated this scenario in advance, and pulled out a crumpled document from his pocket, which clearly stated his resignation and transfer of power.

Bang~

That piece of paper slapped Nietzsche in the face, and its smell stunk in his heart.

Mycroft has never been a personable and honorable man, or in other words, he only used that look to deal with his superiors.

"I can understand you. After all, smart people like us must strictly control our inner desires, otherwise the harm will be greater than that of goldfish..." Mycroft added to Hermione, "No Including you."

Hermione pursed her lips, gritted her teeth, and secretly twisted Nietzsche's arm with her hands behind her back.

Although this was not the first time she had seen the Holmes family's unique 'arrogance', she could never adapt to it. To be honest, there was no way Nietzsche could be made like this.

Apparently, Hermione had missed one thing: at least Nietzsche had a normal partner.

"But what does this have to do with Dumbledore?" Nietzsche reacted, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it back.

"Because you are going to be with..." Mycroft turned his head and asked curiously, "Should I call you Granger or should I call you Holmes in advance? In fact, I personally am not particular about secular rules. If you I want to keep my own..."

This is the scary thing about him, he can always talk about inappropriate topics in a serious manner.

"Granger will be fine," Hermione said, blushing and her eyes beginning to wander.

"Okay." Mycroft continued, "The current social situation in Britain has aroused dissatisfaction in other countries. According to Dumbledore, you two need to go to France and Germany during the Christmas vacation. "

He pointed at the two people shaking like penguins in front of him and explained the general matter.

Britain was the first country to actually break the Statute of Secrecy, which put the Ministry of Magic in other countries on pins and needles.

Just imagine how other Muggles would attack wizards out of anguish as they watched the sun gradually rise in Britain, and how the Ministry of Magic in other countries would pull at the British Ministry of Magic's pigtails (no wonder Fudge couldn't sleep well).

"We?" Hermione confirmed again excitedly.

"Yes, you two." Mycroft said, biting the words.

There was no one else but Nietzsche and Hermione. From another perspective, wasn't this a date by order?

Hermione immediately forgot about the grievances she had suffered and the fatigue she had experienced. She happily ran to the conference table, took out the quill she carried with her and wrote and drew on the scratch paper. Her sweet laughter made the portrait girl curious. The ground moved closer.

Nietzsche guessed what tourist itinerary she was specifying.

He looked at the graceful curve of Hermione lying on the table, and the corners of his mouth also curled up unconsciously. He thought to himself: This is not a bad thing.

Mycroft suddenly took two steps forward and leaned into Nietzsche's ear.

"If you ask me to comment - it's not bad." He whispered, "The Dark Lord is a good cover. As long as you can completely solve this problem, there won't be much problems between wizards and Muggles in the UK in the future. "

"Soon," Nietzsche replied shortly.

"About the Prime Minister...I didn't tell Sherlock."

A basin of cold water was poured over him, which instantly brought Nietzsche's mind back from the dreamy smell of strawberry pudding. His eyes looked from his girlfriend to Mycroft's face.

Neither Holmes spoke, one was playing dumb and the other was prompting.

Finally, the eldest Holmes spoke to break the tense atmosphere. Mycroft said in a relaxed tone: "I have no doubts about your moral issues, and I admire you more than Sherlock."

Uncle knows? How much does he know? When did it start?

A series of doubts jumped out of Nietzsche's thoughts like flying fish, floated on the water, slid through perfect curves in the air, and finally fell back into the water.

"Accept it as my gift and my last help to you." Mycroft just blinked and returned to his previous arrogant attitude. "Of course, you can also regard it as my gift to Xia. Locke’s ridicule.”

So, this is the point, right! !

The yellow-haired girl in the portrait was standing at the base of a wall full of ivy. When she saw Mycroft turning around, she immediately stepped aside, revealing the door leading to darkness behind her. It seemed that there was another person hiding in the Room of Requirement. secret passage.

Nietzsche watched him step in with half his foot, and half of his body disappeared into the darkness.

"I thought you would be more...just." Although the anxiety in his heart disappeared, he was still confused about his uncle's performance.

"Don't forget what I do. Oh, I said it wrong. It was 'before'." Mycroft deliberately picked out the words and said, "My justice is the whole country and the people. As long as it is beneficial and in line with the law, I am willing to lose."

After that, he nodded to the girl hiding in the frame of the portrait and left the Room of Requirement.

Dumbledore's sister finally poked her head out from the edge of the frame, took a few glances and left, as if leaving the space for the last two people here.

Nietzsche, who was forced to do something, tiptoed behind Hermione and slowly hugged her around the waist.

"Dumbledore has told me the location of the French Ministry of Magic, just below Furstenberg Square... We can go home and ask my parents first. They have been to France. If we are lucky, we can go around and play a few times..."

The warmth of the palm penetrated the school robe and the shirt underneath, making Hermione tilt her head back.

"We can ride dragons to visit Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, one for each person." Nietzsche held her hand and added a few personal suggestions on the schedule.

"Okay... wait, one for each person? You raised a few more without my knowledge." Hermione's eyes became sharp.

Oh no, how come he is the same as Smaug.

"To be precise, he is Smaug's helper." He touched his nose and quickly changed the subject, "So I am now the highest commander of CI6 and S.H.D.? This is quite convenient for me."

It was purely a matter of forcing him to do something, and he was appointed as Mycroft's butler...

But Hermione was very satisfied. As long as Nietzsche could sigh, she would feel satisfied.

Chapter 385: Surprises under the Mistletoe

Jingle Bells~Jingle Bells~

Oh~No one is singing Christmas songs at Hogwarts. It's just the sound of the bells hanging on the mistletoe and chandeliers shaking violently as the cold wind carrying ice and snow swept into the hall.

Since Dumbledore suddenly dropped a bombshell, the whole school has been immersed in fierce debate:

Some people think Durmstrang is better, and some people think Beauxbatons is more beautiful. The former is bragging about the Bulgarian Quidditch team that won the Quidditch World Cup, while the latter is the plain and unpretentious Veela and... Veela.

"Be sure to be careful of their eyes." George put his feet on the chair, surrounded by a group of ignorant little wizards.

Today is the night before Christmas. As soon as Nietzsche walked into the hall, he heard them gathered around the fireplace in the hall, talking about the "legends" of Beauxbatons students.

"The Goblet of Fire... some of you hadn't even started school at that time." George said vividly, "There were veelas who came at that time. They would use their eyes to hook your souls and then immerse you in false fantasies."

"Hiss---" the little wizards inhaled.

"They will make you forget who you are and what you want to do. Your mind will be filled with their exposed hair and tall bodies... and then you will do many things that seem to be under the Imperius Curse."

This clearly shows Professor Snape's skills. Obviously, George and Fred directly used the "commonly used suggestive words of dark wizards" mentioned in Defense Against the Dark Arts vividly.

Under this obscure suggestion, the group of little wizards would unconsciously portray a beautiful and charming veela in their minds.

Then at this time...

"Hey!" Fred clapped his hands suddenly from the side, scaring the confused little lions and snakes, "Look! They are under the spell before they even meet. Weak-willed wizards like you can't resist it at all."

What do the Weasley twins think of veelas?

That's just a half-blood with magical animal blood, not a TMD concept!

"It's not your fault. Your senior Ron is just as easily affected. I remember that he stuck a chicken leg into his nostrils, right?" George said.

"Yes, I remember it very clearly." Fred nodded in agreement.

"That was just distraction! Stop talking nonsense!" Ron, who was sitting next to him, blushed and defended himself loudly, "Everyone bumps into the wall when walking. Who dares to say that they won't in their lifetime!"

The influence of the veela on Ron was great. According to Snape's wizard psychology, the more sensitive a person is, the more easily they are disturbed by magic.

Harry and Neville, two conscienceless people, were just laughing, and no one stepped forward to help Ron.

In this cheerful and joyful play, the banquet began. With Dumbledore's entry, dishes richer than the opening banquet suddenly appeared on the four college tables, which was enough to be comparable to the scene during the Goblet of Fire.