Chapter 158

"The tricks of the Veela don't work on me, and... I can do what Nietzsche can do." Hermione stretched out her hand and grabbed the air.

Perhaps because of the mention of her bloodline, Fleur's face turned ugly as if she was insulted.

Something unexpected happened to Nietzsche - he didn't expect Hermione and Fleur to be so confrontational, as if they were natural enemies. She was not so irritable to Daphne Greengrass.

Karkaroff laughed briefly and turned his head to see the wizard who dared to quarrel with the legitimate warrior in front of several headmasters.

But when his eyes swept behind Nietzsche, the whole person seemed to be struck by lightning, pointing at Harry and unable to say a word.

"I don't know what you have to complain about!" Moody suddenly opened the door, rudely pushed away Snape who was blocking the way, and roared at them, "Potter and Granger didn't complain about it!"

"Complain? Everyone wants to be a warrior, a champion, and get a thousand gold galleons!" Fleur stamped her feet in frustration.

"We don't want to... because I have already gained fame and fortune, because Harry hates being famous." Hermione pulled Nietzsche's arm and threw him behind her, "Don't think of us as you."

Harry looked at Hermione gratefully.

This is not wrong, after all, Harry hates the title of "savior".

"Who would let two underage students violate the rules and participate in such a game where they could die at any time?" Moody came to Karkaroff, "Huh? That's right, Potter... He is the child who survived that year."

His magic eye swept over Hermione a few times, and then stared at Karkaroff.

That kind of hatred and anger that is different from ordinary people... Nietzsche feels that Professor Moody may take action at any time. It seems that he has never believed that Karkaroff is innocent, and he is suspicious of everyone and everything.

"This... Don't be ridiculous." Bagman took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "How can this be related to that person..."

The scene was silent for a while, and Nietzsche found that the two headmasters looked at Headmaster Dumbledore at the same time when talking about Voldemort.

"In short, Cedric, Harry and Hermione have been selected, so they must participate in the competition." Dumbledore stopped Madame Maxime who had just opened her mouth with an apologetic look, "We have no choice."

Snape laughed quickly, and the sound was unpleasant.

At this point, whether there is a conspiracy or not, the game will go on.

Mr. Crouch walked forward to the front of several warriors. He looked haggard, with deep shadows under his eyelids, and his eyes were full of fatigue and numbness.

"Why don't you stay here and rest for a while." Dumbledore said with concern.

"No... No, there are still many things to deal with in the Ministry. You know, since the day of the Quidditch World Cup, I have to..." Mr. Crouch said, "Albus, I am very busy. Now is a very difficult time."

He still kept his words to himself and didn't say them completely.

But Nietzsche knew what he meant. The Quidditch World Cup was just a cover, because Peter Pettigrew's prison break happened on the same day, but the Ministry of Magic didn't say it.

"The first project tests courage. Each contestant asks for help or accepts help from anyone. The only weapon in his hand is the magic wand. Only by completing the first project can you get information about the second project."

And then... Then there is nothing, not even a riddle.

This is the content and rules of the first project. After that, Madame Maxime took Fleur in her arms and left.

Krum also said nothing until he passed by Nietzsche, then he looked at him sideways and said unhappily: "I thought Hogwarts was a very good school, but I didn't expect you to be related to the Wizarding Party."

"Yeah, yeah, we should have thought of it earlier..." Karkaroff helped.

Wizarding Party?

But Nietzsche's mind seemed to be cursed, and he subconsciously mixed all the voices and clues together:

Krum knew the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?

If Harry's participation in the Triwizard Tournament was Voldemort's conspiracy, then what about Hermione's?

Although Voldemort's brain was a bit shrewd, he didn't think that a Triwizard Tournament could kill her...

Chapter 235 Hermione achieved success--a little fame

When Hermione walked out of the "Warriors Only" guidance room, she looked like Crooks who had eaten too much. She walked with her arms drooping, looking listless, and her mind was full of all kinds of doubts.

She even cast a suspicious look on Nietzsche's head.

"I originally thought that Hermione needed to work harder, but it seems... well, it's not bad." Lavender came over to greet her, and then patted Nietzsche's shoulder.

"If the champion is Hermione, it's not surprising." George and Fred also followed suit.

Since Mr. Weasley became the chief engineer, the two of them can almost be called Hermione's number one lackeys... if Hermione really needs lackeys.

After all, who would have a problem with gold galleons?

Hannah, Weasley and others knew very well that the most powerful person in Gryffindor was 'Little McGregor'.

But Hermione couldn't immerse herself in their praise at all. She nervously grabbed Nietzsche's arm, like a sloth clinging to a branch. Nietzsche could even feel the warmth and softness under his clothes.

"You have to find that person." She said in a low voice.

But the next second, the lions pulled her out from Nietzsche and lifted her above their heads.

Nietzsche looked at Hermione who was thrown high up by the crowd and exclaimed, and suddenly felt that her participation in the Triwizard Tournament was not all bad... At least it made her prestige in Gryffindor surpass Harry.

No one doubted the Goblet of Fire.

These simple-minded lions were just curious about how Hermione voted in, but they would not doubt her ability to be selected.

The Slytherins lay on the table, looking at the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors who were celebrating in a group with envy.

"Damn... Cedric, that pretty boy, can be selected, why can't I?" Warrington gritted his teeth and said, "In terms of ability, I am no worse than him in Quidditch!"

Nietzsche looked at Hufflepuff and found that Cedric was blushing shyly because he was hugged by a Ravenclaw senior.

"Because you are single?" he guessed.

"What kind of reason is that?!" Warrington seemed to be even more devastated.

"You can't say that. Loving someone also requires a lot of courage." Nietzsche patted his back comfortingly and pulled them to the basement, leaving only a few little snakes who were still looking forward to the Goblet of Fire to emit miracles again.

Several Slytherins who had just turned seventeen walked in dejectedly.

Although Nietzsche's words made sense, but... thinking about it carefully, they were even more unconvinced.

Is it wrong that no one likes it?

Is it wrong to love Quidditch?

"Don't you have any envy at all? I don't believe it!" Theodore said angrily.

"Huh... What is there to envy about Holmes? Didn't you hear what he just said?" Daphne took her sister's arm, swaggered and pushed a few people away, and said contemptuously, "He can't wait to be happy~"

The others were stunned for a while before they understood Daphne's weirdness.

"Oh~~" They made a sound of sudden enlightenment.

Warriors need great courage, and Hermione certainly has a lot of "courage"... Nietzsche's back was chilled by their eyes.

This kind of storm did not disappear until the next day, Sunday, but it was still fortunate for Harry. He originally thought that the Slytherins would take this opportunity to attack him crazily, but Hermione blocked it.

And the Gryffindors were very happy, they had two warriors~

But the other two schools were not so happy. They once thought that Hogwarts was cheating: even if they could understand that Harry's participation in the competition was a conspiracy, how could Hermione justify it?

So Madam Maxime and Karkaroff both felt that Hermione was the best candidate for the bottom line.

Therefore, the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang did not give the students of Hogwarts a good face, and they almost took a detour with the people of Hogwarts.

Nietzsche suddenly remembered Krum's gloomy face. He actually had a good impression of Hogwarts, but... the Wizard Party... Professor Binns had talked about the history of the First World Magic War.

This organization is aimed at "Wizard Supremacy". They are not Death Eaters, so they don't care about bloodline, but only about their identity.

Karkaroff... The reason why Karkaroff, a Death Eater, is so scary and still fresh in the memory of Durmstrang's students is most likely because of Professor Grendel's former identity - the Wizard Party.

Okay, okay, this is the friend that Dumbledore calls himself.

Nietzsche knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office at noon.

"Come in~" the old professor shouted hoarsely.

The office, which changes every year, is filled with all kinds of strange magic equipment, and there is also a bronze mirror hanging at the door.

"Is it you?" Grindelwald blinked and said doubtfully, "I thought Hermione would come earlier."

"Professor, do you know the Witch Party?"

Grindelwald was stunned, and then pretended to be confused.

"If you want to ask about history, you should go downstairs... Professor Binns' History of Magic teacher is on the second floor..."

"Krum reacted strongly to the Witch Party. He became hostile to Hogwarts after seeing you." Nietzsche said, "But how can a student know the identity... Although he doesn't know you, he must know the symbol on you."

He has seen the symbol on the other person - a triangle with a vertical line in the middle.

Nietzsche didn't recognize it. After all, it is common for wizards to carry a few inexplicable things, and the influence of the Witch Party has not spread to Britain.

Grindelwald closed his eyes and sighed heavily. He didn't expect that his hiding would be revealed during the Triwizard Tournament. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of regret.

"Who did you tell?" He asked slowly.

"Dumbledore knows about this, right?" Nietzsche answered his question with a question.

"Yes, he knew me a long time ago." Grindelwald pondered for a moment, and then added, "First of all, Hermione's participation in the competition has nothing to do with me."

This is not surprising, no wonder the influence of the Witch Party on Britain was very small.

As the headmaster of Durmstrang, Karkaroff naturally heard about the Witch Party, and it was normal to be afraid. Nietzsche would not believe that this was Dumbledore's plan to prevent the Death Eaters:

Let a Witch Party member sit in Hogwarts.

All thoughts pointed to one possibility - Dumbledore was once a member of the Witch Party, or had a good relationship with the Witch Party.

Just as Nietzsche and Grindelwald fell into an awkward silence, a knock on the door woke them up.

"Professor?" It was Hermione, she shouted nervously.

Grindelwald put a finger on his dry lips, indicating not to tell her, and whispered: "Forgive me, a person in the ground, the future no longer belongs to us... Please come in!"

"Professor, about war magic... Nietzsche? Why are you here?" Hermione saw him in a panic from a pile of parchments.

"I should say this sentence." He pursed his lips, and finally swallowed the matter of the Witch Party, "You are a warrior now, why don't you prepare for the first project?"

The professor would not let him tell Hermione about this in person, so as not to tear his face.

"But I came here for the first project... I thought a lot, Mr. Crouch only said it was about courage and wands, so it would be better to master some war magic." She looked at the two of them in confusion.

"You have such a good relationship?" Nietzsche scratched his head.

"Of course, don't think that I can't surpass you just because Headmaster Dumbledore is here."

Grindelwald rubbed his face and forced a smile again. He opened his arms and made a hug gesture.

Nietzsche shook his head. He had doubts about Grindelwald's identity in his heart. He always felt that there was something else between Dumbledore and the Witch Party...

And Grindelwald was no different from an old man showing off to his children.

"A wise choice. I am not worse than Maxim and Karkaroff." He said, "Don't let Hogwarts fall behind Beauxbatons. Those arrogant French guys... hehe... show them some color!"

Hermione was very happy with these words. She immediately felt that Grindelwald was more friendly.

Fleur, who was training in the carriage of Beauxbatons, sneezed. Although she was by the warm stove, she still shivered involuntarily.

"Caught a cold?" Madam Maxim said worriedly.

"It should be because of the climate..." Fleur shook her head and continued training.

Chapter 236 The Anglo-French War (wrong)

The reason why Hermione was unhappy with Beauxbatons was because of Fleur's brilliance and arrogance. Nietzsche could understand.

But what was the reason why Grindelwald was unhappy with Beauxbatons?

Nietzsche could only classify it as the resentment of the witch party's gradual defeat in France... But the magical thing was that the other party and Hermione were surprisingly in sync, and even gradually excluded him.

Looking at the two people who were obsessed with magic research, Nietzsche sighed.

"Clean it up." He put Crookshanks on Hermione's pile of books, and in front of it, cleaned the cat hair on his body.

This behavior made Crookshanks whimper, and it didn't even turn its head. He ran back to Hermione's arms.

'Forget it, at least we have to find a way to ensure her safety first. ' He thought as he came to Hagrid's hut from the sundial garden in the north of the castle.

The wooden boat carrying Durmstrang was suspended under the sun, and a group of flying brooms went back and forth between the wooden boat and the Quidditch field. Nietzsche could see a few tall men guarding the door from a distance. It seemed that the field had become their training ground.

Those tall Durmstrang students stared at everyone who passed by, and the owls who passed by had to be hit by a wandering ball.

"Don't eat it! I worked so hard to get these blasting skrewts!" Nietzsche heard Hagrid's rough throat from a distance.