Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Secondly, the students on the right have slightly bent thighs, indicating that they will crouch down to avoid accidental injury, and finally the second wave of attack will be launched by the second or third row of students from the wizards behind.

Analysis complete, practice begins.

"Petrify them all!" "Immediately imprison them!"

The students in the front row on the left had their hands constantly hovering at their waists, so they were the first to draw their wands. Dozens of spells flew towards Nietzsche, grazing the pile of books on the ground. Clearly, they believed that the way to achieve their goal was to defeat the enemy in front of them first.

It's straightforward, but it's not enough against slightly stronger enemies.

"Armor Protection!" While using the Iron Armor Charm to block the first wave of attacks, Nie then flicked his wrist to the right, unleashing a spell, "Full Speed ​​Repulsion---"

A standard knockback spell: knocks the enemy back with the kinetic energy of a bull's charge.

Nietzsche's Repelling Spell: A blue-white beam of light strikes an enemy, causing the magic around the struck enemy to vibrate and triggering a larger-scale impact.

The students in the first row on the right only felt a blurry ripple around them, and then they were thrown away as if they were hit by a high-speed moving stone wall, along with their companions who had just drawn their spells.

"Upside-down hook - collapsing unconscious!"

Perhaps his companion fell to the ground too quickly, so the remaining people didn't have time to react. Nietzsche then grabbed them all and hung them from the ceiling, before slamming them onto the sofa.

While everyone else collapsed to the ground groaning, Gabrielle, the only one still standing, belatedly pulled out her wand.

"Um... except for you, Wu..." She awkwardly held up her wand, trembling as she faced forward.

Before Gabrielle Delacour could finish reciting the incantation, Nietzsche casually swung his left arm and hung the back of her coat collar on the hook above the fireplace.

"Trying to mess with me?" Nietzsche held his wand up to his nose and said softly, "You failed the first time... Now, I will still give you one minute to prepare. You will pass if you touch Hibiscus by any means necessary."

Furong's eyelids twitched; she had a feeling that this selection process had a Sherlock Holmes-esque twisted sense of humor.

“If they’re only thinking about overthrowing Nietzsche, it won’t work,” Hermione muttered. “They have no spirit of sacrifice, and their purpose isn’t clear enough.”

Furong said angrily, "Even though you're a couple, you don't need to be so protective of each other. There are over fifty people here!"

There are a lot of people, but... so what?

“From the beginning, Nietzsche just used the usual wizarding duels,” Hermione explained in a light tone, her eyebrows twitching. “While he wouldn’t go for the kill, that doesn’t mean he would lose to these greenhorns.”

Hey~ she's made her point right here today, and she's even protecting Nietzsche.

The second wave of attacks was launched. This time, the upperclassmen from Beauxbatons were a bit smarter. They began to use the bookshelves in the common room, the overturned sofas, and the marble tables as cover as they slowly advanced.

But they didn't seem to want to touch Hibiscus with harmless spells, not even the Spark Spell, and just kept pouring their magic onto Nietzsche.

As Fleur watched the dense spells flying around the communal study, she thought that no one could escape them. Even if Madam Maxim came, she would have to use her half-giant characteristics to withstand several spells. However, she was wrong.

She saw many spells that, while retaining the same magical effect, produced completely different visual effects.

Joan of Arc is above, so what the hell is that?

If she hadn't heard the incantation herself, Fleur would never have believed it was an Obstruction Curse... She knew Obstruction Curses used magic to hinder the target's actions, causing them to become sluggish, but even seeing a curse for the first time could have an effect.

Of course, she wasn't the only one; the students hiding among the bookshelves also saw it, and they roared in their hearts: 'The spell was frozen in mid-air?'

Nietzsche naturally dodged the attacks, and while they were chanting incantations, he swiftly defeated them one by one.

“The second time…failed.” He said, panting, fiddling with the black walnut handguard.

The students of Beauxbatons realized the gap in strength and became serious. They were able to make reasonable use of the environment and their teammates' cooperation to start alternating attacks, but it was still not enough, and they still needed to be pushed further.

The little girl Gabrielle used Veela's charm on Nietzsche halfway through. Although he was protected by Occlumency, it still slowed him down, and he almost couldn't dodge it.

But that's no use; Nietzsche had far too many trump cards up his sleeve.

After resting for a few minutes to allow their magic to recover, the students in Beauxbatons immediately began their third charge.

This time, they used a new tactic: dividing the whole into three parts—using cover and spells to charge, hiding in the rear to provide cover, and specifically maintaining the variant of the Ironclad Charm, the 'Peaceful Guardian Charm'.

"Protect them all---"

The Peaceful Guardian Spell, blessed by dozens of people, effectively resisted Nietzsche's attack. This clear division of labor and cooperation kept him busy for a while without using rune magic, which gave Fleur hope.

“That’s right, grab him!” she said fiercely, brandishing her fist. “Give him a punch in the face!”

It would be best to also pinch his neck.

In this situation, Nietzsche could only divert some of his energy from 'protecting the hibiscus' and move forward.

"Buzz buzz---" Blue lightsabers began to swing through the crowd. In order not to cause obvious harm to these people, Nietzsche did not infuse them with the will of the Crucifixion, and at the same time used magic to restrain the temperature.

Hermione noticed something amiss; she saw the students who maintained the peacekeeping spells seemed to be moving, trying to get closer to Fleur.

This was a 'hunt' with no suspense: the wizards responsible for defense were slowly approaching the target; the wizards responsible for cover were immediately filled in after their companions fell; and the wizards in the front row were trying to capture Nietzsche one after another.

They pounced and bit, abandoning even their wizarding dignity for Beauxbatons' sake; even if they couldn't defeat Nietzsche, they still managed to bite his arm...

"This is practically suicide; it's just buying time," Furong said, frowning.

“But the right thing to do,” Hermione said, arms crossed, leaning against the massive wooden door.

"What do you mean? They should find Nietzsche's weakness... weaken the Ironclad Curse first, instead of going in for close combat like a troll... not to mention they can't beat his 'giant' boyfriend."

“But every sacrifice is an effort to get closer to you; they have to push forward in this way.”

Hermione figured it out, and so could Nietzsche, but how to deal with it was another matter entirely.

He personally grabbed a petrified sorcerer and smashed through the five people rushing at him. Then, he reached out and the magic that filled the study grasped the invisible barrier of the Peacekeeper Charm in the blink of an eye.

The students inside the barrier were imbued with magic, desperately slowing the spread of the cracks. They were like little figures in a crystal ball, ready to be shattered by Nietzsche at any moment.

“I admit you are quite good at observation, even better than Hogwarts, but the power is not enough…” Nietzsche gradually raised his arm, causing the Peacekeeper Charm to begin to leave the ground. “That is your weakness.”

There's nothing that can be done about it; Beauxbatons has a diverse student body, unlike Hogwarts which only accepts British residents.

Because of the diversity of this student group, coupled with the presence of many half-blood wizards, they are very concerned about external opinions and the power of magic—they dare not easily begin practicing magic on a daily basis.

Unlike Hogwarts, where the four houses are constantly fighting each other.

The magic of the ten senior students was ultimately no match for the magic from the outside world. They could no longer hold on, and the Peace Guardian Spell had reached its limit and was crushed by Nietzsche.

"So you've still failed..."

"No!" one of the wizards, whose bones ached from being squeezed, interrupted Nietzsche. "This time we've won!"

But clearly none of them could break through the defenses, so how did they succeed?

“Because they’re covering for me!” Gabrielle’s voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Nietzsche turned his head and looked in surprise at the unassuming girl who was clinging tightly to her sister's clothes. Hibiscus lowered her proud and beautiful head and looked at her younger sister with a complicated feeling.

No wonder... Gabriel didn't attack the first time, and she didn't even make a move the second time. She just used Veela's magic to slightly interfere before giving up.

In reality, she was just giving me a psychological suggestion: I can't beat you, and Veela's magic is the only thing I'm good at.

The cover provided by the fifty-odd people was not for shifting the battle line at all, but merely to sacrifice themselves to control Nietzsche's line of sight so that the smallest of them, Gabrielle, could sneak away from behind the crowd.

“This is dangerous.” Furong didn’t know whether she should blame her or congratulate her.

“You are my older sister, and I am your younger sister,” Gabrielle said firmly.

Chapter 401 Neural Nodes

Gabrielle was an exception, but the rest of the senior students passed, because Nietzsche wanted them to understand the necessary sacrifices to achieve their goals.

However, on the other hand, he preferred Beauxbatons' orderly cooperation and observation.

“It’s a pity I was admitted to Hogwarts…” Nietzsche squatted down and sat on the pile of books, sighing.

"Come on, haven't you caused enough trouble in England?" Hermione twisted his arm, threateningly. "Or do you prefer Veela?"

"You're right, darling. I'm afraid no one but you can protect me."

For the sake of his happiness and health, Nietzsche readily accepted her words... mainly because he was afraid that Hermione would tell Mary later, and he didn't want to have his ears twisted by two women at the same time.

Furong walked over carrying her younger sister, looking at the students tidying up the room with a worried expression.

"But they're dealing with Voldemort, and I hope you can protect these people."

“Don’t worry.” Hermione took a hidden badge from her breast pocket and pinned it to Gabrielle’s golden hair. “It’s an alchemical creation made of runes and Nietzsche’s will, and you don’t need to deal with Voldemort.”

Fleur, a student of Beauxbatons deeply influenced by alchemy, seemed to experience the 'illusion' it brought:

It was inconspicuous, yet it continuously absorbed the surrounding magic, nourishing the slightly glowing rune. The will contained within it seemed to be able to contend with the Killing Curse and refuse the embrace of death.

"This must be very valuable," she said. "Thank you."

"Don't overthink it, everyone has one of these..." Hermione turned her head away and said dryly, "These are commonplace at Hogwarts."

But Furong thought she was just showing off and didn't believe the truth.

Nietzsche looked up at the girls teasing each other, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees. He suddenly said, "Hemien, when you escort Principal Maxif to Germany, also have Smaug bring the Hebdiri Black Dragon to the school."

"What about you?" Hermione asked, still a little worried. "We can go together."

But he didn't give her that chance. He simply covered his girlfriend with the blanket he was wearing and pushed open the door to the Beauxbatons ballroom.

Because this trip to the Magical Congress of America was not just a warning, Nietzsche wanted to use the National Strategic Bureau to purge the entire Wizarding Federation, so this arduous task had to be handled by him personally... leaving no room for compromise.

He placed his hands on the other person's shoulders and said softly, "You are the youngest Minister of Magic to ever be born."

Hermione opened her mouth, but then swallowed the words back down her throat.

Just as Nietzsche was about to leave, he was suddenly embraced by Hermione, followed by a deep kiss full of expectation and care.

This scene made Gabrielle's eyes light up; she had never seen anything like it before. But before she could even see how the two were exchanging breaths, Fleur Delacour covered her eyes with her hands.

“You’re still young…” Furong said, blushing and with envy.

Hermione pushed him away, panting as she frantically pulled a large stack of folded square sheets of paper from her pocket. She used the quill pen on the marble desk to draft an appointment letter on the spot, and then drew a phoenix near the name with her wand.

This guardian mark makes the letter unalterable, increasing its credibility to the wizard.

"Don't forget what you did to Dobby, you idiot!" Hermione wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and gave Nietzsche an impatient rebuke, who looked on with a puzzled expression.

The letter simply stated:

Task Force Leader Dobby:

The Special Orders for the Purge Division's Little Elf Task Force were ordered to secretly assist SHD Director Nietzsche-John Holmes in joint operations with the 501st Stormtroopers, and Holmes was given command of the joint operations headquarters.

Hermione Granger, Director of the Purification Division of the Ministry of Magic.