Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

“Actually, you could say I did it,” Nietzsche said softly. “After all, Hibiscus was able to come because I sent her the invitation.”

Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud in front of the Queen and Mr. Mycroft in the front row. She suddenly realized that he had never changed and still liked to make up some inexplicable excuses.

Nietzsche reached out and touched the hat on her head, and then laughed.

"I remember praising you many times in the restroom, so there's no need to steal Furong's credit in this matter, is there?" she teased.

The two seemed to have returned to their old days of bickering, chatting and laughing as they followed Professor Snape's Patronus doe to the high platform erected in the hall, where they stood before Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore straightened his crooked, half-moon-shaped glasses, casually tossed the manuscript aside, and said in a bright voice:

“Nietzsche John Holmes, your runic magic has protected countless lives, and today I hope you can temporarily set aside your burdens and be fully protected by the ‘magic of love,’ so… will you marry her?”

He wasn't a Muggle and didn't like religion, so he simply switched to his more wizarding language on the spot.

“Of course I would.” Nietzsche glanced back at Shylock and said jokingly, “If it weren’t for her, I would rather die alone.”

So Dumbledore continued, "Hermione Granger, you guided wizards to join Muggles, leading to a better future for all mankind. And today I think you can be a little selfish, so, are you willing..."

"I do!" Hermione replied excitedly before he could finish speaking, "I almost lost it once, so I won't miss it a second time."

Everyone watched as Miss Granger, usually so decisive and efficient, now displayed the same emotions as a little girl receiving her favorite dessert, and they all unanimously appreciated this unusual side of her.

Isn't that good? After all, that's what a normal person should be like.

“Then,” Dumbledore nodded, and said cheerfully, “may the world remember you, and may magic be with you.”

Nietzsche planned to take out the alchemical ring he had prepared, but Hermione's next steps differed from Nietzsche's:

She tossed the flowers in her hand into the air, and beneath the petals, amidst the various guardian spirits, she leaned in, so that their lips truly met in a kiss under the blessings of the crowd.

"Click---"

Colin excitedly took this photo:

Whatever the future holds, at least Nietzsche and Hermione's decades-long bickering has come to fruition today.