Chapter 206

"Ahem!" Daphne grabbed Nietzsche's arm and pulled him out of the third classroom, "We are in big trouble."

"Big trouble?"

Nietzsche looked a little foolish at this point, because he didn't know what else could go wrong...unless that idiot Fudge didn't do what he wanted.

This is why he tries so hard to control the Ministry of Magic - everyone else is stupid and it's not wrong to listen to him.

"You said Death Eaters would invade the Ministry of Magic, right? But we all ignored one thing." Hermione pulled off her rainproof cloak handsomely and threw it on the stone steps, and said anxiously, "The Ministry of Magic is in London under!"

"So this will be a little extra... diplomatic." Daphne took over easily.

"And I know one thing you know - the Prime Minister always wants to eliminate the power of the Ministry of Magic. In other words, Muggles will take the opportunity to intervene in the Ministry of Magic under the pretext of 'protecting London'."

"Your informant Gilderoy Lockhart has received news that Muggles have stationed some troops disguised as riot police outside the Ministry of Magic... Riot police? This is the Muggle reconnaissance team, right?"

Daphne and Hermione sang in harmony. As soon as either party finished speaking, the other party could immediately take over the conversation seamlessly and cooperate with each other tacitly.

Cooperation...tacit understanding?

Nietzsche looked at the two of them and found that they were both prefects, and their temperaments were surprisingly similar. They were both very fierce in doing things. He couldn't help but think to himself: If Hermione is his 'peanut', then Daphne should be ...something's wrong!

"When did you two get together?" He pointed at the two of them with his wand and said warily.

"I would be happy if you could ask this question at another time," Hermione said nonchalantly. "You know it was your idea to use Draco Malfoy as bait."

She wished she could pry open Nietzsche's head to see what kind of yarn the brain circuit was inside.

Nietzsche shrugged absently, but he was happy in his heart. Instead of showing concern about the 'bad news' brought by Daphne and Hermione, he actually showed joy.

"S.H.D.'s 501st Unit? Are you sure?" he asked happily.

In fact, Nietzsche didn't seem worried at all about the Prime Minister taking action against wizards, especially those Muggles and house elves protected by the 'Dark Moon Potion'. This was an unexpected surprise.

"If Senator Lockhart remembers correctly." Hermione sniffed, confusion on her face.

"That's great. I will go to the Ministry of Magic at Christmas and help me send my best wishes to Sherlock and your parents." Nietzsche said to Hermione.

After an hour, Professor Quirrell asked everyone to stop practicing. The students left Christmas greetings to the professor and walked out of the underground classroom, ending the last exciting class of the week.

But Harry was not in a hurry to leave. He squatted beside the wizard's chessboard in the second classroom, as if waiting for someone.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche saw Sirius Black, who was obviously taller than the other students, walking against the flow of people and hugging Harry tightly under dozens of pairs of curious eyes.

"Why did you come so soon?" Harry said incoherently.

"It's from the secret passage in the Whomping Willow... Didn't you say before that you couldn't come back this Christmas, so I thought, since you can't go back, why don't I take the initiative to come to school." Blake said with a smile.

He is obviously almost forty years old, but he doesn't have the poise of an adult at all, he still acts like a child.

"Where's Remus?" Nietzsche heard Harry ask in surprise.

"He is still at home helping your aunt pack her luggage..."

"Wait a minute, Petunia Dursley is coming too?" Harry finally couldn't bear it anymore and showed his prefect badge, "You can't just bring Muggles into the school!"

Sirius did not show any impatience with this kind of responsibility. Instead, he scratched his chin helplessly and let out a few dry laughs.

He said: "I can't leave two Muggles in the Black ancestral home...Listen, my mother is an absolute pure-blood. Ever since Petunia moved into No. 12 Grimmauld, her mother has to Everyone cursed."

Harry, who had also lived in the Black family, nodded awkwardly, with sympathy in his eyes.

"Right? And Kreacher, as long as the Dursleys have stepped on it, he will have to wash it! That little lunatic..." Sirius continued to complain to them to prove that his actions were correct. .

But at the end of his speech, he suddenly coughed a few times, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

"But where do they live?" Harry was most concerned about this and pushed his godfather away. "Let me tell you first, I don't want to compete with Dudley for the quilt."

"What are you thinking about? Of course you are sending them home." Sirius was so angry that he jumped up and down, as if he had been insulted. "Remus and Tonks will protect them. I’m here to spend Christmas with you.”

"But I don't have time to play... Godfather, I still have to learn from Snape..."

Sirius's eyes bulged, and he stopped his body movements that were deliberately making people laugh.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" He put his palm on Harry's forehead and said with a frown, "I don't even have a fever..."

"Stop it, I'm not kidding." Harry shook off the other person's arm, "Everyone is preparing to deal with Voldemort. There is no reason for me to just sit here and rely on luck to escape from Voldemort. Escape again and again!”

Looking at the warmer picture in front of her, Hermione grimaced.

"Well, I can't go home for Christmas either." She said a little desperately.

"Why?" Nietzsche asked casually.

"Don't forget, Professor Snape is trying his best to find some trace of Lily in Harry. Now Black is here again. If these two people meet, they might have a fight in the school!"

Well now, the Christmas break hasn't even started yet, and Nietzsche and Hermione have already found their destinations--one wants to spend time at the Ministry of Magic, and the other wants to maintain stability at school.

Daphne silently took a step back from the two of them, sorry, she didn't want to get involved in any trouble other than her sister.

Chapter 332 Blake feels a sense of crisis

Even if Snape is now a real professor and one of the top figures in the British Potions world, how can he teach Harry... At least that's what Sirius Black thinks.

He caught up with Harry, who was immersed in walking, trying desperately to find some excuse.

"You should know that he is a Death Eater, right?" Black hunched over and followed Harry in a low voice, "Hey, this is Christmas, you can't stay in that smelly and wet place forever, right? ?”

Nietzsche seems to know why Blake's Animagus is a big black dog, very loyal to his own people, but also very annoying.

And this kind of annoyance is not like a fly that can be waved away. Dogs, whether you like it or not, will always cling to your feet shamelessly, and this is what Blake is like now.

"But Snape saved Remus!" Harry said.

"Him? Well..." Blake bit his fingernails anxiously, glanced aside from the corner of his eye, and continued, "Strictly speaking, it is actually the credit of your friend Nietzsche."

Nietzsche knocked on the wooden door of the dean's office. He looked at the chirping Blake and suddenly had no reason to hope that the professor would not be in the office in the end.

But the door still opened, and Snape's face seemed to have been stretched out the window and been blown by the cold wind all day, and it was very stiff.

There was no light source in the room. Nietzsche smelled the smell emanating from inside. It was the smell of several antidotes. It seemed that the professor was still making large quantities of the 'Dark Moon Potion'.

"Potter, if you are not satisfied with my teaching, you can find other professors...such as Professor Flitwick, who has won the duel championship. There is no need to bring your dog here to scare me." The professor heard this. Blake's voice.

After mocking two people at once, he turned back to Nietzsche and asked: "Then what's the matter with you?"

"I won't stay at school for Christmas," Nietzsche said honestly.

Snape closed the door angrily, and after a minute opened it again, the professor thrust a detention list into his arms.

"I want to learn something useful." At this time, Harry hesitated and looked at the professor calmly with his green eyes.

"Well." Snape's disgust for Black was revealed in every word, "Why don't you go to your godfather? Black, that's right, he can never do anything useful."

After they looked at each other, they all glared angrily in the opposite direction.

"Don't you see?" Sirius revealed his presence and said loudly, "Harry is now a prefect, as smart as his father..."

But the more Sirius said this, the redder his own face turned.

"I'm glad that Potter is not as arrogant as his father, nor as naive as you." Snape said tactfully, "How do you say that word? Self-motivated? Listen to what he said himself, 'Want to learn something' Something useful'.

Nietzsche never thought that these two people could get along in harmony. They both just wanted to see what they wanted to see from Harry.

But today...Snape is in the gossamer Sirius!

"I can teach Harry too!" Sirius said aggressively, furious.

"So what should Harry learn now? Huh?" Snape asked, tilting his head.

Nietzsche knew that the professor was asking himself, so he could only temporarily hover the magic quill with the half-filled form in mid-air, and began to think about it:

What is Harry's position? Voldemort, there is no doubt about it.

"Attack, violent attack." Nietzsche suggested. "Harry's only target is Voldemort. He has a special weapon against Voldemort, almost like the relationship between Medusa's head and the sea monster Kraken."

仐 "No, no!" Sirius said with his eyes widened, "The Dark Lord and his group must have thought of it too, so Harry's first priority is to hide himself!"

"Pfft---" "Ahem."

It was Snape who spat and laughed, and Nietzsche who coughed to stifle his laughter.

"Animagus? Oops~ Why didn't I think of that? Sneak into Voldemort like you did when you sneaked into the school?" Snape whispered, "Or should we let Harry hide in the sewers like Pettigrew? Death Eater pursuit?"

This was nothing to Sirius, but it was different to Harry.

Peter Pettigrew, this person's name was like a thorn in Harry's heart. Snape used this person to directly make Harry have a bad impression of Animagus...

Harry hesitated between Snape and Sirius. In Nietzsche's view, this hesitation meant Sirius's 'failure'.

"Your mission is to kill him. Apart from that, everyone will help you clear a path through countless enemies." Snape's voice became more and more vicious, "Don't waste the kindness of your friends."

"I will learn! But you have to leave me some time!" Harry finally made a choice.

"Don't worry, I will leave you some time at night... After all, it's really touching that a dog ran from his mother's house to spend Christmas here."

After Snape finished speaking, he looked at Black with the contempt of the winner for the loser until the door blocked their sight.

And Black, like a malnourished hypoglycemic patient, swayed slightly, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second. His godson, Harry Potter, chose the person he hated the most as a teacher.

And he couldn't say that Harry did something wrong, so he could only complain about Snape in a low voice.

"If he does something to you, you must tell me, understand?" Sirius Black seemed to use all his strength to force a smile, "Also, if he asks you to learn the Unforgivable Curses, you must refuse..."

"Snape rarely uses the Unforgivable Curses." Nietzsche supported his own dean.

He can curse occasionally, but others can't frame him without reason.

"Who knows?" Black sneered.

"Of course I know, because I have seen that Professor Snape has his own 'special' magic." Nietzsche comforted Harry, who saw no hope for the future, "Maybe you can learn the professor's specialty."

From the usual classes, Harry is best at the Disarming Curse.

But how can this work?

To deal with Voldemort, you naturally have to learn something fierce. Nietzsche thinks that Dean Snape's dark magic is very good!

(Obsessed with killing bugs, unable to extricate himself, changed his job from a part-time dwarf in Deep Rock Galaxy to a good brother of 50 Yuan in Super Earth)

(By the way, Happy Lantern Festival...but the fox doesn't like sweets and refuses to feed him glutinous rice balls)

Chapter 333 (Vision) Palpatine

As for what kind of dark magic Harry will learn under the guidance of Professor Snape, that is none of Nietzsche's business.

But at the dinner that night, Nietzsche could see a big black dog squatting in front of the Gryffindor table, baring its teeth at the guest of honor, and constantly making warning neighs.

Snape: Laughing.

In fact, Snape still hates Potter and Sirius, but he stared at the ceiling last night and thought of a perfect revenge plan---make Harry Potter less "Potter".

The next day, Nietzsche left school with his friends who planned to go home and spend Christmas with their families, but when he walked to the iron gate at the gate, he saw Hermione standing next to the statue waiting for him.

"If there is a need, I will come regardless of whether I have time or not." The white breath she exhaled wrapped the snowflakes in the air and fell on Nietzsche's face.

There was no extra courtesy, nor was there any annoying nagging.

It was as if Hermione had stood in the snow early in the morning just to express her implicit concern on the day of Christmas...

"If there is a chance." Nietzsche was stunned at first, and then pretended to be shy, as if he was talking to a noble lady, "Everyone wants to cooperate with a powerful adult like you. It's my honor."

When Hermione heard the word "adult", she pulled the corner of her mouth, as if she didn't like this old and stereotyped title.

But with Nietzsche's fake flattery and exaggerated acting, the worry that had just risen in her heart was diluted again.

"It's not a simple matter to manage a car company carefully, but I am willing to make some time for you, my "partner". After all, if you want to cooperate for a long time, you have to show some gratitude." Hermione spoke according to his wishes.

Nietzsche is always like this, always relying on this cynical trick to dispel other people's worries, as if he is confident about everything.

"How long?" Nietzsche asked knowingly.

"That depends on your performance." She cleared her throat and waited until the people around her were sparse before taking her hands out of her pockets.

To be honest, Nietzsche was not satisfied with this compensation. He looked at Hermione vaguely through the white air brought by their breathing. His mind unconsciously drifted to the dry night before school started.

The days in school are always filled with homework and chores in the wizarding world, leaving little time for the two.

Thinking of this, Nietzsche did not hesitate to put aside Hermione's outstretched arm and kissed her equally dry lips. He could even see the girl's eyelashes with a little white frost fluttering in panic.

Some things, once experienced, you will never forget them. This is the taste of the marrow...

"Mr. Holmes, don't you think your "performance" is a bit excessive?" Hermione said, licking her lips.