Chapter 234

Water vapor began to fill the room. Nietzsche turned his head as much as he could and found Hermione taking a bath early in the morning.

"Awake?" She seemed to hear the sound of the chain pulling through the screen.

"Mmmmm! (What's going on)" Nietzsche rolled his eyes and howled as much as he could.

"Don't yell, dear, and don't worry. Today is the first day of the Christmas holiday. No one will come here... Hehehe."

Hermione's voice was very lazy, and there was a hint of command in her tone, which made Nietzsche, who was temporarily confused and had a sore back, shut up temporarily---his intuition told him that it was better not to remain passive now.

The shadow of the screen clearly reflected the girl's long legs raised from the bathtub, and her hands fiddled with the water to pour from top to bottom.

This half-hidden charm made Nietzsche clearly feel that there was a little bit of unspeakable change in himself:

He... boki...

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, Nietzsche heard the slight rustling sound of clothes rubbing against his skin. He turned his head and saw Hermione, who had put on her shirt, limping to the bed.

In terms of temperament, there were some indescribable changes in her body. If Nietzsche had to describe it, the only way to summarize it was "charming".

Hermione's eyes revealed cunning. She supported her head with her elbows and leaned against the head of the bed. She didn't rush to help untie it, but carefully pinched her underwear and pulled it out of Nietzsche's mouth.

"You didn't dislike it so much last night~" She said with her legs on the pillow.

"Last night?" Nietzsche moved his body and forced a smile. "I remember it was your order... Imperius Curse? It doesn't seem like your style... Let me guess, you mixed the love potion into the mead to cover up the smell."

Hermione nodded proudly, grabbed the saliva scattered on the bedside table, and immediately stamped him as a reward for the correct answer.

This is the love potion processed by Marvolo. The effect is not great, it just plays the role of strengthening the suggestion.

But for Nietzsche and Hermione, this is enough, so last night from the date in the Hebrides to the play in the Room of Requirement...all those crazy memories he remembered.

He even remembered clearly how he took the "package" with his mouth and tasted the "marshmallow".

When he lowered his head and looked at the place where Hermione first looked when she came over, he found that there was still a small pool of scarlet blood on the edge of the pillow. Thinking about the walking posture, the meaning is self-evident:

Hermione went from a "girl" to a "lady".

"So---why don't you take another day off?" Nietzsche suggested gently.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then gave Nietzsche a look that seemed to be possessed by Mycroft, and she snapped her fingers, and the chain of the bedside fence was undeformed and turned back into the original silk bed curtain.

This sentence was very useful, at least it satisfied Hermione.

Fortunately, Nietzsche's first reaction in this situation was not to show off or show off, but to show his concern.

"I don't care about you in vain~" Hermione said, "But it doesn't matter for now, I'll drink a few bottles of magic potion later, so as not to delay our trip to France today."

Pain? She called this love?

Nietzsche stood up, holding the pillow, and a glance at his body would reveal four or five tooth marks.

Okay, Hermione, Hermione, the benefits of protecting your teeth are all reflected in him. There are two on his left arm and three on his right arm, not to mention the pain in his shoulders and neck...

He stood there and suddenly felt troubled. He couldn't even get his hands free to put on his clothes.

Hermione didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. She was half lying on the bed like a European lady, staring at him, as if admiring an ancient Greek statue.

"Can't you avoid it!" Nietzsche said angrily, holding the pillow.

"Tsk, what's so taboo about it?" Hermione's expression became even more evil after hearing this. She said casually, "I am an adult wizard in this matter. Logically, shouldn't I have the advantage?"

"Then I...then I...you said it yourself."

Looking at her teasing look, Nietzsche gritted his teeth, threw the pillow over, fumbled for clothes from the sheets, and walked stiffly to the bathroom.

"I didn't expect you to still be energetic. Do you want me to help?" Hermione certainly noticed the obvious changes in him, so she twisted her body, looked at his hurried figure and said, "Don't worry, I can cast spells without a wand."

"No thanks!" Nietzsche almost fell.

He walked behind the screen and changed the basin of hot water before he found that there seemed to be only one bath towel...

Hiss~ Forget it, just make do with it.

Nietzsche soaked in the bathtub and unconsciously recalled the madness of last night. Fortunately, because the unique love potion retained part of his mind, he could devote himself to it more wholeheartedly, so the picture of the memory was very clear.

Every collision, every cotton candy-like softness, was deeply engraved in his mind.

Nietzsche looked at the tooth marks and fell into deep thought: 'So...I was really taken advantage of? ’

Chapter 390 A Romantic Trip to Paris

This injury was just a minor one for Hermione~

Drink some soothing potion, sprinkle some white mulberry essence on it, and when Nietzsche came out from behind the screen, she was already wearing the navy blue windbreaker she wore last night, and it was completely impossible to tell that she had just gone through a crazy experience.

He stretched himself, walked out of the Room of Requirement, and took out his wand in the empty corridor on the eighth floor.

Next...

"Apparate!"

Just like they did last night, the two of them, ready to go, quietly began to jump from Hogwarts. The corridors around them were stretched and twisted into thin lines. After taking a step forward, they immediately appeared in the distant Hebrides.

Nietzsche looked around and found that Smaug and Golden Iron Belly were still dozing in the same place.

The surrounding peace guard disappeared because of his departure, and the bonfire was extinguished. White snow spots fell on the black charcoal.

"It's incredible. I guarantee that no one in the world will be more comfortable than you in Apparition." Hermione, who remained awake, could feel the difference between Nietzsche and others in space magic. She asked curiously, "How did you do it?"

"Experience... Dear, the higher the cognition, the more effective the magic." Nietzsche climbed onto Smaug's tail while speaking.

In terms of comfort, it is still comfortable to ride your own dragon.

The morning sun pierced through the mist, shining the golden scales of the Ukrainian Iron Belly beside Hermione, as if it was a statue carved from pure gold. The sword marks on the abdomen and wings gave it a sense of vicissitudes.

Smaug felt the pull of the rope and nodded condescendingly at the golden dragon.

Nietzsche used magic to guide it slightly, pressing the other's head, and with the pressure of the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon King, it slowly lowered its head, got on all fours, and blinked its cloudy eyes at Hermione.

"What's wrong with its eyes?" Little Mag glared at Smaug reproachfully and said angrily.

Perhaps because Nietzsche was riding on her, she, who was promoted to the Black Dragon King, let out a sharp and aggrieved roar, as if she was crying to her beloved object.

"It was the goblins who did it." Nietzsche turned around and took a look, then asked in an inquiring tone, "Can you keep up?"

He controlled the invisible magic power and gently scratched the golden dragon's chin. The other party slowly twisted its body and stepped on the ground in response. The aftermath stirred up the surrounding sand mixed with snowflakes.

It seems that it is just injured, not too old to move.

The golden dragon can't see anything clearly, but it can still vaguely distinguish the difference between "wizards" and "goblins" and its companions (fire dragons). In addition to Nietzsche's previous help, it does not resist Hermione...

To be honest, Hermione's size is no different from that of a bug in its eyes. Even if it crawls on it, it can't feel it.

The huge body does not affect their flight. The two fire dragons keep flying one after the other, close to the sea surface, circling the Scottish Highlands to the south, and a huge black shadow passes over the Isle of Man in an instant.

The huge impact force and flying speed left a concave water mark on the sea surface wherever the dragons passed.

"Enjoy this honeymoon trip!" Nietzsche blocked the splashing water below him and shouted with his head raised, "You should feel lucky because there will be no other Holmes to mess up!"

At least it won't be like Watson, who promised a bachelor party, but turned the promised Paris honeymoon trip into a vicious Irish summit.

"Ha---" Hermione choked on the sea water and stammered, "I hope so!"

Before crossing the Strait of St. George, Smaug led the way, and after flying into France from the Bay of Biscay, they began to slow down their flying speed, gradually rising to the clouds, and Hermione and the golden dragon led the way.

"Place Furstenberg is in Paris... We have to go north!" Hermione shouted in the air, "Why don't we come directly from the English Channel!"

The English Channel is the route between France and the United Kingdom, and they have taken a big detour.

"Because the route there is controlled by a private company! We can be easily seen!" Nietzsche complained.

It's true that what you think comes true. Not long after they flew into the Loire River area and continued to move towards the central area of ​​France, a black spot suddenly enlarged from the left side of a civil aircraft---it was a wizard riding a flying broom.

The other party's short hair was blown by the wind like a madman, and he shouted in French to Nietzsche who was behind, "Stop!".

"Can you speak English? Old sport~ (English nobles express "old friend")" Nietzsche turned his ear to indicate that he couldn't hear, and shouted back loudly in French.

"Damn... bastard English guy..." The wizard first stared and cursed in French, then held the flying broom and rode near Smaug's tail, stammering in English, "You entered the country illegally!"

The airflow from the wings of the Norwegian Ridgeback made the other party's flying broom shake a few times, and almost fell down because of the unstable center of gravity.

Nietzsche pulled out his wand and stroked the softest scales of the two dragons at the same time, allowing them to spread their several-meter-long wings and slow down their speed, so that they could glide above the clouds.

"We are here to find you!" Nietzsche shouted.

"Who? Us?" The wizard frowned and cursed, "Then you can't ride on dragons... Now, you are equivalent to violating the Statute of Secrecy, the Ministry of Magic Act, and the Magical Creatures Protection Act."

"That's your law, not ours! The laws of the British Ministry of Magic have long been changed!"

Hearing this, the Frenchman became even more furious. He just took out his wand and prepared to enforce it, but Smaug immediately noticed his little move and stared at him with fierce orange-red vertical pupils.

Fighting is fighting, but if Smaug is really weak, her Norwegian Ridgeback dragon will not dominate among the black dragons.

"Damn British... They have been stabbing us in the back since the beginning, and they are still the same now!" The wizard was so angry that he couldn't speak clearly, and mixed two languages ​​in one sentence.

Nietzsche's wand lightly raised, and a wallet flew out from his collar and hovered in front of the other party. Then the wallet was automatically pulled open, and various certificates connected together were scattered everywhere:

Director of the British Land Strategy Bureau, temporary head of the CI6 General Administration, consultant of the British Ministry of Magic...

It's impossible to read it all, it's impossible to read it all.

The unbelieving Frenchman drove his broomstick and moved slightly away from the dragon before he took out his wand with white light and scanned the documents several times. Unfortunately, there was no trace of disguise - these were all real.

"Okay..." He returned the wallet and pointed at the dragon and continued, "I can take you there, but they can't be seen by Muggles! I don't care what Britain is like now, at least we still recognize the Statute of Secrecy!"

"Okay, okay, for the glory of France~" Nietzsche made a face at Hermione.

When he saw the spire of the Eiffel Tower, he slowly used his wand to carve a Muggle-confusing spell on his scarred armor, and landed on Furstenberg Square under the guidance of the French.

When they looked down from above, the ground was crowded with Muggles, but when they landed, the Muggles suddenly disappeared, and only bare street lights and trees stood around.

Nietzsche looked at the empty Philippe Street and Montmorency Street with a restless heart. This was too weird.

"Welcome to the capital of alchemy, both of you." The French wizard saw his vigilance and said proudly, "Although this is not the origin of alchemy, it is the place where the history of alchemy has reached its peak."

"Okay, okay, we all know that you have a Nick Flamel." Hermione jumped off the golden dragon and said.

"Huh... a typical British upstart." The other party looked at her fire dragon sourly.

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PS: Huh? If the fox remembers correctly, at the end of "Sherlock Holmes", Watson and Mary still planned to go to Paris to make up for the missed honeymoon trip, hehe. )

Also thank you for your rewards and tickets (although I don't know what the recommendation tickets and monthly tickets are for, but thank you anyway)

Chapter 391 The Relics of Nick Flamel

Block created by alchemy?

I don't know... Because Nietzsche had never heard of this alchemy technology in the Hogwarts library and the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, he could only speculate that it was some kind of private technology and was used to maintain the Statute of Secrecy.

From the initial noisy voices, it can be inferred that first of all, it is definitely not an illusion, and Nietzsche can be very confident about this.

"Space magic?" He asked standing next to the fire dragon.

After landing, the two fire dragons had almost occupied two-thirds of the square. This member of the French Ministry of Magic had an instinctive fear of huge things.

Smaug was very sensitive to coming to a new environment. She crawled beside Nietzsche to alert him to the movements around him.

"You still have some vision." The French wizard said, "Nic Flamel once used alchemy to connect the streets of Paris. As long as a wizard walked into the corresponding area, the surroundings would automatically pull him into the nearby wizard gathering place."

"And then he was almost burned by a calendar fire?" Nietzsche associated Grindelwald with Paris.

This... there is no way, he knows too much, fortunately Dumbledore can't do such a thing as killing people to silence them.

"It was established after that accident, and Nick Flamel didn't want such an accident that almost destroyed the city to happen again." The French wizard seemed to have been touched on the pain point, and explained very impatiently.

"So, it also plays a role in protecting Muggles." Nietzsche exchanged glances with Hermione implicitly.

In a sense, the First World Wizarding War caused by Grindelwald promoted the development of the wizarding world, just like the popularization of motorized warfare in the Second World War after the First World War.

And since it was to prevent accidents during the First World Wizarding War, it must not be as simple as the Confusion Spell.

Grindelwald is German... Nietzsche suddenly thought of an epic poem written in High German, called "The Poems of Elijah", and the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic was taken from the "Nibelungenlied" in it.

"So, at least Paris will no longer be threatened by the fire of the calendar?" He laughed and joked.

"No one did that... cough cough!"