Chapter 232

"I hope you can get used to these delicacies. Of course, just eat whatever you like." Dumbledore said kindly.

"Are you going to divide the schools according to food?" Quirrell, who was sitting next to the professor of ancient magic literature, looked at the students below and asked curiously. He seemed to have guessed the principal's intention.

"Are you going to let everyone fight?" Dumbledore waved his hand and grabbed a blanket from the air, covered the depressed Grindelwald, and continued, "People are complicated, so complicated that they are easy to fight for a small matter."

Those who like to eat French fish soup go to Beauxbatons, and those who like to eat German sausages and roasted pork trotters go to Durmstrang. It's that simple.

Grindelwald, the first generation of Dark Lord sitting between the principal and the dean, was as thin as a frozen old man at this moment, tightly holding the wool blanket on his shoulders.

"Very..." He opened his eyes with difficulty, opened his dry lips, and said hoarsely.

"What?" Dumbledore didn't hear clearly, and approached with a smile that he would only have when facing students.

"Very warm... warm."

"You are sitting in the Great Hall now."

Grindelwald shook his head, expressing his inner thoughts through simple movements and words.

"Wool socks... Albus, I mean wool socks, not stoves." He grinned like a Muggle who had a stroke.

Nietzsche enjoyed the delicious fish soup, listening to Slughorn bragging about his resume when he was young, while looking at Hermione below.

He has another date tonight, so he can't mess it up.

When the banquet was halfway through, the enchanted dome above the Hogwarts Great Hall suddenly lost the gray snow, and there was a "crunching" grinding sound from above, and from the shadow it looked like a huge fire dragon.

Nietzsche's heart was shocked, which meant that his surprise plan could begin.

"It should be attracted..." Quirrell took out his wand first and stood up and said.

"Let me do it." Nietzsche wiped his mouth and deliberately rushed to say, "I'm good at dealing with some huge creatures."

This is how Quirinus Quirrell introduced himself before. Nietzsche imitated his tone and took over the job. Under Hermione's expectant eyes, he walked out quickly.

Quirrell: I feel that this sentence is a bit familiar.

Snowy days and dragons go well together. When the snowflakes slowly fall on the black scales and a pair of orange-red pupils suddenly appear in the white background, this kind of fantasy beauty is what Nietzsche likes to see the most.

Smaug was lying on the dome of the hall, with his tail hanging from the edge of the wall.

"Are you ready?" Nietzsche closed the door of the hall and let the dragon's tail wrap around his body and lift him to the roof.

"Roar---" Smaug hung his head lazily and roared in agreement reluctantly.

This is not okay. He did it for this day. He couldn't let his dragon work passively.

"Go to Gryffindor Tower." Nietzsche rubbed Smaug's face vigorously, held her head, and used his cheek to push away the white snowflakes on her nose, and then whispered, "I only have one night left, don't let me down."

The expectation in his eyes was not false at all, which made Smaug sink instantly.

What can Smaug the Fire Dragon do? She is just a fire dragon who likes Nietzsche a little bit, and she can't stand this kind of pitiful look that is almost pleading.

Smaug sighed (actually, he spit out a bunch of sparks), lowered his head obediently, and let Nietzsche jump on her.

The two wings with spikes spread out, plowing the surrounding air, rolling the goose feather snow to the outside of the castle, but it did not fly high, but crawled gently on the roof of the castle like a gecko.

Under the resistance of the wings, the fire dragon jumped lightly above the circular corridor and came to the top of the Gryffindor Tower along the roof.

Her tail curled up like a snake, her limbs firmly grasped the edge of the top of the tower, standing in the cold wind, while Nietzsche hung upside down, looking into the lounge through the small window framed by mistletoe on the wall.

Very good, not many people, now just wait for Hermione to come back.

Chapter 386 A Time-Tight Date

After the Christmas banquet, there will be a grand dance. The students don’t know what will happen next, but they all know what they should face. But before that, please allow them to dance to the accompaniment of the fairies.

People hid in the hall, slowly enjoying the hot butter beer and beautiful music:

Snape hunched his back, his gloomy eyes looked through the suspended bottle with glowing elves, looking at Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley in the middle of the dance floor---looking at their shy smiles.

Professor Slughorn had already walked down from the guest of honor seat, holding a glass of red wine in a gentle manner, wandering among several students with good grades.

Hagrid was drunk and snoring loudly on the table.

Marvolo Sisyphus was observing the little wizards on the dance floor from a bystander's perspective. He seemed to be very curious about this behavior, but if a witch invited him, he would politely refuse...

"Senior---" Hermione saw another third-year little witch being pushed over by her friend.

I have to say that Marvolo is really handsome. He looks like a typical fair-skinned and weak student, but his tone of voice when talking to people is a bit lazy, as if he doesn't care about anything.

"Can I... wait a moment?" Marvolo declined the invitation and said, shaking the wine glass in his hand, "I haven't finished my drink yet."

The Hufflepuff witch blushed and ran away shyly. This was already the third time. However, looking around, there were many girls teasing each other in the crowd, and they were all secretly glancing at the edge of the dance floor. several people.

"You know they won't let it go, right?" Hermione said with a smile.

"Boring." Marvolo took a sip of ice-cold lemon sparkling water. "I have no interest in such complicated things. To me, it is no different from a waste of time."

"It's so cold... It's a pity that some girls are just like this." She joked.

In addition to the two of them, Astoria Greengrass from Slytherin was also hiding nearby, and most of the remaining people sitting on the edge of the dance floor were tired from playing and resting nearby.

Hermione took her hand out of her pocket, snapped her fingers twice in front of Marvolo, and then a bottle of potion ran into her hand.

"A weakening infatuation agent... will not make people completely lose their mind, but will retain some consciousness." Marvolo grinned and said with an unscrupulous smile, "Don't say I did it. Besides, have a good time. Prefect~~"

It was a small bottle, only about the height of a thumb, but this was what Hermione had made from the eggs of the Ash Snake.

However, she did not leave immediately. In return, she put away the love potion with an expressionless face and decided to give Marvolo some substantive suggestions like a normal person.

"If you want to completely dispel their ideas, I have a good suggestion." Hermione tilted her head and said.

"Tell me something." Marvolo pricked up his ears.

"Wouldn't it be nice to join in? Whether you are out of your own interests or simply want to refuse these tedious social interactions, it is enough to find someone who is not that different from yourself as a cover."

Hermione ignored him and fell into deep thought. She rolled her eyes and secretly looked at Marvolo in Astoria, passed between the lamp bottles, left the Great Hall, and quickly entered the Gryffindor common room.

The lounge was empty at this time, with not a soul in sight. The yellow firelight from the fireplace and the half-opened windows made the place look very lonely.

"here!"

She turned her head, followed the sound, and found Nietzsche's head sticking out from above the window.

Hermione smiled happily when she saw the head hanging on the window. It was the kind of rare smile that calmed down all the uneasy emotions in Nietzsche's mind. This kind of smile can only be seen in a person's life. to three times.

Without any thoughts or interests, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to the other person, full of an irresistible preference for him.

"Wait a minute." Hermione lowered her voice and turned back to the dormitory.

She dug out a small bottle of wine from under her pillow that Professor Slughorn had given her earlier, took out her wand and pointed it at the wax-sealed mouth of the bottle.

"Torn apart," she whispered.

The bottle mouth with the entire cork and wax seal was neatly cut off, and then she took out a small thumb-sized bottle and used a transformation spell to control the love potion inside, turning it into a water jet and jumping into the bottle. .

Soon, Hermione smelled the sweetness of strawberries, the sourness of hand-brewed coffee, and the fragrance of flowers with morning dew.

"Restored as new."

She used a repair spell to glue the broken slender mouth of the bottle and the wide body of the bottle back together, and shook it slightly for a few times to completely combine the love potion with the mead. After doing all this, she started to change clothes. .

"Crookshanks?"

"Meow---"

Crookshanks got under Hermione's quilt. He didn't want to follow the two Twolegs around in the winter, maybe he would use it to warm his hands.

It was snowing heavily outside and it must have been cold, but none of these external factors could extinguish Nietzsche's fiery heart.

Finally, he saw the shadow stretched by the firelight - Hermione took off her simple black school robe and put on a navy blue wool windbreaker. Only part of the buttons were fastened, and the parted hem could be seen. legs.

He was wearing high boots, with a circle of dark brown fluff around the top of the shoe. Nietzsche couldn't help but think about the feeling of it scratching his skin.

He took out the blood alliance necklace from his clothes and hung it conspicuously on his chest.

At this time, the fire dragon grabbed the edge of the tower with its claws and stretched its neck to the edge of the window sill. Nietzsche just turned over, exposing his whole body to the window, and stretched out his arms to Hermione in the lounge in the wind and snow. Right hand.

"Beautiful...Minister of Magic." Nietzsche's brows softened and he formally invited her, "I wonder if you can attend a banquet I prepared as compensation for my previous rudeness to you..."

Hermione couldn't hold it back at first and burst into laughter, then hurriedly pursed the raised corners of her mouth.

"Then it depends on your performance, Director of the Land Strategy Bureau." She said sternly, "You must know that our relationship is not suitable to be put on the table. The price I paid for this is more than you think."

After saying that, she took Nietzsche's hand, lightly jumped over the window sill, and stepped on the thick scales of the fire dragon.

Smaug raised his head, and the two of them slid down the neck, just getting stuck in the gap between the pear wood armor and the neck guard. Then Hermione hugged Nietzsche from behind. He felt the softness of his back, and his whole figure seemed to be trapped. The tea seat sofa beside the fire.

The fire dragon flapped its wings and knocked down the surrounding snow to the courtyard of Huixing Corridor.

Hermione's arms passed through Nietzsche's waist, holding the rope on the dragon's armor, while Nietzsche held up his wand and cast a peace spell, wrapping the whole dragon with warm currents and blocking the heavy snow falling from the sky.

They glided over the Black Lake at low altitude, and Smaug, who was leaning over, used his wings to cut a cut on the thin ice lake surface, then passed the centaur tribe and left from the northwest of Hogwarts.

They flew all the way to the west of the Scottish Highlands and came directly to the Hebdilli Islands.

Chapter 387 The End of Romance is Cotton Candy

Due to the ocean currents and the two canyons, the Hebdilli Islands will be a little warmer than Hogwarts.

But this is not a big deal. Facing the cold weather, Nietzsche led the wand and walked around Hermione under the night sky with a little light cloud, and then a pale white steam rose around them with the heat.

And this was just the beginning. Nietzsche whistled deep into the circular island, and a second Ukrainian iron belly covered with gold emerged from it.

"The one that escaped from Gringotts?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's covered with real gold..." Nietzsche had just finished speaking when Smaug hit him with his tail, so he quickly added, "You are the dragon king of the Hebdi Islands, so of course I am not as good-looking as you."

Although Smaug didn't understand, she could still detect Nietzsche's boastful tone before and his flattery now.

For Hermione, this was even more strange. An orthodox Norwegian ridgeback ran to the Hebdi Islands and became the dragon king of this group of fire dragon tribes. She thought that having one more golden iron belly was enough to exaggerate.

"I say, are you going to open a zoo?!" Hermione pinched Nietzsche's ear angrily.

Raising one is luck, raising two is the limit, raising more than ten... that's called overestimating one's ability.

Well, because Hermione knew that Nietzsche liked dragons, she was so annoyed. If she let it go, the backyard of her home would be expanded into a grassland by the traceless extension spell in the future... Hey, wait, why did she say "home"?

"How could it be?" Nietzsche stared and said confidently, "Look here, there is a bay, you can build a port, it is obviously more suitable for developing into an international protected tourist area."

"So you still want to raise it."

Nietzsche didn't say anything, just smiled awkwardly.

At this time, Smaug rolled a few pieces of wood with his claws, and Nietzsche clenched his left fist, first making the logs float into the air, and then opened his palm and used magic to tear the pile of wood into even strips.

Gold Iron Belly has been staying in Smaug's territory to recuperate, and now it can spit out thick flames that are no less than those of a healthy dragon.

The huge bonfire shone brightly in the night, and Hermione was stunned for a moment:

The hemispherical transparent cover with a radius of five meters transformed by magic power isolated the surrounding coldness. As long as the small snowflakes outside approached, they would immediately fall to the edge along the range of peace, while the red stars of the bonfire could pass through the magic barrier and rise into the air.

She snuggled up to Nietzsche, and two fire dragons squatted on the left and right sides to guard the surroundings.

All this began to be wonderful, and Hermione felt as if she was in a crystal ball ornament, watching the waves and dozens of Hebridean black dragons on the distant islands with cold eyes.

If you only take the coast, there is definitely nothing to see, but if you combine the heavy snow and fire dragons of Christmas, as well as the iron armor spell that was played with new tricks, it would be another matter.

"Merry Christmas---"

Nietzsche raised his wand high, used the weather spell to move the clouds, and stirred a circular gap in the hazy sky.

The moon was covered by the surrounding clouds, which made the stars in the gap brighter. Hermione didn't need to squint her eyes to stare at it. She could see the galaxy she had never seen before with just a glance.

"This... this is really..." Hermione was stunned, tears flashing in her eyes.

She couldn't describe this wonder that could not be formed naturally, because at the same time, as long as she stretched her hand out of the range of the peace spell, she could feel the coldness of the snowflakes melting in her palm, and she could see a corner of the universe when she looked up.

People can never reach the real end, and only when the heart of exploration dies can they reach the end.

It took Hermione a long time to suppress her inner sigh. When she recovered, she found that Nietzsche had just brought back a bag of snacks from the city store through a special apparition.

In fact, she thought he would take the opportunity to say some cheesy love words, but he didn't...

"Would you like to string some marshmallows?" He used the flying spell to summon a few thin branches, strung three white and soft marshmallows from the snack bag, and sprinkled them with cocoa powder while roasting.

There was no deep confession of love on one knee like in the movies, and no romantic deep kiss like in the novels.