Chapter 233

Nietzsche just stood by the campfire, roasting marshmallows excitedly like a child, and when he smelled the sweet smell, he turned around with a smile and gave the roasted food to the person he loved most.

But the background was so beautiful that it felt romantic and out of touch with reality.

"Why not?" Hermione smiled sweetly.

She didn't reach out to take it, but just opened her mouth like a hungry lion cub, letting Nietzsche feed the food into her mouth.

The first piece, Hermione ate it in one bite, it was so soft that it melted in her mouth, with a little cocoa fragrance; and the second piece, she suddenly became very delicate, and it took her four bites to finish it; the third piece, she took three bites.

143, homophonic to the old English 'i fall thee'.

Meaning---I love you.

"I thought you would leave one for me." Nietzsche chuckled.

"If you don't mind, it's not too late now." Hermione hooked his neck and kissed him.

Now it was fair. The unmelted marshmallow in her mouth rolled back and forth between her teeth, allowing Nietzsche to taste her craftsmanship. The emotions of the two were transmitted to each other through this delicious marshmallow... lingering...

Born too late, unable to explore the universe.

Born too early, unable to liberate wizards in time.

This situation is called "born just right".

Smaug snorted, biting the tail of the golden iron belly and escaping into the sea water without looking back.

She was hungry and planned to catch some fish.

After a long time, Nietzsche didn't know when the two dragons went to catch fish, until all the air in his lungs was sucked out, and then Hermione bit her tongue and let go.

"I thought of a better way."

Hermione hid the cunning in her eyes, then took out the prepared small wine bottle, raised her thumb upward, gently opened the wax seal and the cork, and sprinkled the sweet mead on several of the candied fruits.

But what made Nietzsche curious was that Hermione pinched the honey-soaked pineapple preserves with her fingers and handed them to his mouth, but she herself seemed not interested in this kind of food.

"Don't you want to eat it?" He swallowed his saliva and took a look at the bottle. "It's a fine honey wine from 1858. There was a comet that year. I have seen this wine in Slughorn's wine cabinet, but he never allowed me to touch it."

Muggles may just express some commemoration for comets, while wizards pay more attention to changes in the sky when brewing wine.

How interesting, astronomical phenomena can directly affect the taste of alcohol brewing.

"I took it from him..." Hermione said as she stuffed the food into his mouth.

Hmm~ Not bad, the sweet and sour taste of pineapple, with a little honey taste, and... strawberry pudding?

Nietzsche felt that the taste was a bit strange. Logically, his mouth would not taste mixed. As the alcohol and preserves slid into his throat, his mind began to drift, like a flame burning behind him.

Then, he suddenly found that Hermione's eyes had a unique charm that made him unable to look away.

If it was a Veela like Fleur or someone else, Nietzsche would definitely use brain occlusion to drive away these unnecessary emotions, but if it was Hermione, he felt that this feeling was quite interesting.

"Drink it~" Hermione helped him sit down, "This is my reward for you---"

At this time, the two dragons flew back, and they also brought a lot of fish.

Because Smaug held the sea fish in his mouth and then spit it out on the huge coconut leaves along with his transparent saliva, Hermione would not eat it.

Smaug winked at her, and an invisible bridge was built in their hearts.

In the past, Nietzsche would never eat fish that rolled in Smaug's saliva, but now it was different. As long as he drank a mouthful of delicious craft mead, Hermione's voice would become clearer in his mind.

"Eat...eat..."

Her voice was like magic. Even though Nietzsche's mind was dispersed by alcohol, he could still hear every word she said like an order.

'Baji---'

Seeing Nietzsche take a bite of the fish obediently, Smaug was also satisfied.

Chapter 388 Everyone Wins

Nietzsche tasted the honey whiskey mixed with aphrodisiac, like a bee falling into a flowerbed, Hermione won.

Nietzsche ate the grilled fish that slid from the tip of the dragon's tongue, and Smaug also won.

In general, in the crystal ball on the Hebrides Islands, one man and one dragon have reached a rare new balance. They began to cooperate with each other just to complete things that they dare not try normally.

A thin layer of snow has been spread on the surrounding sand, which makes the area protected by the Peace Guardhouse more conspicuous.

"Here, eat more!" Hermione was busy stuffing the delicious food in front of Nietzsche.

Although Nietzsche was a little drunk, he could still hear Hermione's voice clearly. The flames of the bonfire and the two dragons gradually became blurred, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. Only when he saw her could he focus again.

He saw the twinkling meteors through the opened "Eye of the Universe".

For Nietzsche, those who joined the new Ministry of Magic for their ideals were like those stars, so that he did not get lost when he went through the difficult years.

"Thank you..." He took a bite of the fish meat with oily fragrance and said dazedly, "Thank you for understanding me."

Smaug lay on the ground with satisfaction, crowded around the two of them with Golden Iron Belly, and occasionally spit out a few clusters of flames to make the bonfire burn more fiercely.

"That's because I love you." Hermione leaned on his shoulder, enjoying the romantic night.

Paired with the oily grilled fish, Nietzsche poured honey whiskey down his throat one after another. At the same time, he could smell the familiar pudding in Hermione's hair. Although the weakened love potion could help him retain his sanity, it could only do so. Keep a small portion.

And the few thoughts he could mobilize were filled with all kinds of thoughts he had about Hermione, and they were infinitely amplified.

"I have to do this, Hermione... If I don't leave, they will have an almost religious worship of me." Under the influence of alcohol, Nietzsche hesitated and said, "This world is not I am alone..."

Hermione poked the coals in the campfire with damp twigs and listened carefully to his explanation.

The new world has gradually improved, and the two worlds have also merged. However, at this time, Nietzsche announced his withdrawal by feigning death, and it was only out of his inner 'worry'.

Who would have thought?

"I want people to stand up, not because I'm right, but because they feel like what's right and what's wrong... You know what? When I first came to the Hebridean Islands, it just felt like the right place. I."

"Suitable for your new home?" Hermione said with a smile.

She turned her head and realized for the first time that Nietzsche's blue eyes were not as calm as thinking, but like a ball of passionate fire.

"But what about the other people?" she continued to ask, "Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell, Daphne, Weasley, Harry...what about those people who are your friends and have silently supported you since a long time ago? "

Nietzsche's hot face was held up, and under the catalysis of the love potion, he couldn't help but rub Hermione's palm like a cat.

"I left enough traces... They will find out, and at least a seed will be left." He said softly, "Our friends will eventually see the truth, and this will not interfere with other echoes. people."

Those who should meet will meet one day in the future. As for those wizards and ordinary people scattered around the world, their pursuit of him will only fade away with the passage of time.

Superman walked out of the crowd, and finally returned to the crowd in obscurity.

"Having a home that truly belongs to me, and occasionally going out to find excitement, this is the life I want." Under the catalysis of the love potion, Nietzsche spoke his inner thoughts.

He has three heads:

As Nietzsche, he would hide in one place and quietly love the things he loved;

As Sherlock Holmes, when something goes wrong that no one else can solve, he will suddenly rush out and use solving the chaos as a spice called ‘stimulation’;

As John, he would love a specific person.

Hermione grabbed the bottle and put the last sip of honey whiskey in her mouth under Nietzsche's confused gaze. Part of it slid down the tip of her tongue into her throat, warming her stomach, and the other part returned to his mouth through the gaps between her teeth.

The strong smell of fruit pudding hit Nietzsche's nose.

‘Did you smell it somewhere? ’ What little consciousness he had left was spinning.

"You don't want to stay here all night, do you? It's not a good idea to let a lady sleep outside." Hermione hooked his arm and stood up, licking her lips.

"If you are not afraid of being seen..." Nietzsche said.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche felt his shoulders sink. Looking at the girl jumping up in front of him, he stretched out his arms in a mysterious way and supported her in the form of a princess hug.

Magic is with him---

"In fact, I'm going to test your magic and fail it," Hermione said softly.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey, Minister...Apparition!" Nietzsche grabbed the wand from under her robe, and as soon as the spell fell, he took a step forward.

It was not that Hermione had never experienced the Apparition Curse before, but this time it was completely different. Not only did she not have the impression of being forced into a rubber pipe, but she also saw a completely different and beautiful scene:

Everything around him began to twist, and Smaug and the golden dragon were thrown to his feet like two grains of sand.

Before she had time to think about why things were stretched into thin lines, as Nietzsche's arm sank, she had already arrived at the entrance of Hogwarts Castle.

The banquet had been over for a long time at this time, and the entire castle fell into a state of rest. Only a few oil lamps were still burning next to the giant stone statues on the walls.

Hermione pulled him and happily passed through the door of the Great Hall and walked up the moving stairs.

"Aren't you going back to the lounge?" Nietzsche always felt that the direction was not right.

"Shh!" she said, pretending to be nervous, "keep your voice down, be careful Filch hears it... Of course I won't go to the lounge. It's two o'clock in the morning, and the Fat Lady has already left."

This is a lie~

The fat lady, who is the doorkeeper of the Gryffindor common room, will not leave. At most, she will just doze off.

But Nietzsche did not hear this obvious loophole and excuse. He now wanted to bury his whole face in Hermione's brown curly hair. The love potion made him have only one thought: 'Hermione is right. ’

They tiptoed to the eighth floor and returned to the door of the Room of Requirement.

"I need a bedroom with a bath, I need a bedroom with a bath, I need a bedroom with a bath." Hermione walked back and forth three times, repeating her needs quickly.

She spoke very quickly, as if she was more anxious than anyone else. Nietzsche was pushed in the next second after he saw the door appear.

There was indeed a big bed in the room. The red gauze curtains at the four corners of the bed were connected to the chandelier above, and the bathroom area was just a few screens. Judging from the shadow, there was a bathtub behind.

"Wait for me." Hermione winked playfully.

In fact, the screen was very low. Nietzsche could see her head through the gap in the gauze curtains while sitting on the bed, and the hot steam rising slowly from the bathtub, followed by a woolen windbreaker draped over the screen, and then a white shirt, black sweatpants...

Damn!

He covered his hot nose, closed his eyes and fell on the bed.

This was really a torment. Just listening to the sound of Hermione hitting the water surface, he imagined the Garden of Eden composed of water vapor in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, Nietzsche suddenly felt a few drops of water falling on his face. He then realized that Hermione, wrapped in a bath towel, was propped up on the bed, and her smooth brown curly hair scratched his face like feathers.

"Before 'good night', you have to do one more thing." Her voice was very low, but it was particularly clear in Nietzsche's ears.

After being soaked in hot water, Hermione's skin showed a transparent pink under the dim chandelier. She raised her knees to support Nietzsche, and the weight of the two people made the soft mattress sink.

"You have the final say~" Nietzsche said gentlemanly.

"I said, we still have to 'do'." Hermione said and A went up.

Nietzsche slept soundly that night, and he had a sweet dream that he would never forget in his life.

(At the same time, Dumbledore couldn't find the toilet that night with all the chamber pots in the room.)

Chapter 389: Nietzsche, Refreshed

Nietzsche had a dream. In the dream, he came to an island made of snacks. There was a cloud of sweet smell, and the sticky honey whiskey washed the pudding coast around.

The clouds would gather into creamy marshmallows in his palms, and as if they had thoughts, they would lead his hand and automatically bring them to his mouth, and he could never finish them.

When he was tired of playing, he would lie on the beach made of strawberry pudding. When the whiskey washed ashore and wrapped his body, he could feel the intoxication from the outside to the inside, as if something was rushing out of his head.

But dreams always have an end. When Nietzsche in the dream fell drunk, he began to slowly wake up in reality...

He opened his eyes and looked at the translucent gauze curtain above his head. He sniffed first. The sweet smell had disappeared, replaced by a scent of heather, and then he felt sore all over his body.

Then all the people who happened last night entered his brain at once, forcing him to recall those touching things.

"Wuwuwu... Wu?!"

Nietzsche was about to sigh about the romance of last night, but the words in his heart turned into sobs when they reached his mouth.

'My mouth is blocked. ' He thought drowsily.

So he licked it with his tongue and found that it was just a piece of cloth moistened by saliva, probably the one hanging on Hermione, and it stuffed his mouth so full that he couldn't spit it out.

Since his mouth is blocked, he has to take it out, right?

The gears in his brain slowly started to work, but when the idea of ​​"I should hold it with my hands" came into being, he discovered something even more terrifying: his hands were tied to the iron railings at the head of the bed.

So, dreams are actually real.

What's even more terrifying is that he only has an embroidered pillow blocking his legs...

"Huahuahua---"