Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Draco, suspended in mid-air, watched as the Ironclad Charm gradually dissipated. Fear crept up his spine in the darkness. Then, the Slytherins and others witnessed an even more horrifying scene:

Draco Malfoy was hoisted up, and with a 'crack', all the joints in both arms dislocated.

Of the audience members present, only George and Fred were the first to see it clearly.

"I see. Nietzsche chose to take the full force of Marcus's spell to prevent Malfoy from slipping out of control... He could sense that the other man couldn't manage both at the same time."

“Nietzsche saw through every tiny change in Marcus, it’s incredible, a natural ball tracker.”

Malfoy's screams were particularly piercing in the night air before curfew, but by the time the sound reached the castle, the wizards peering through the windows simply thought it was some kind of bird calling.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were under the trees, had already begun to back away.

Hermione heard Pansy first hurling some very offensive insults at the group, then rush out of the crowd, run to Draco, and drag him back.

“Now it’s just the two of us.” Marcus looked at the other side with trepidation. “Your wounds won’t be enough to last a second battle…”

After his stamina was exhausted, Nietzsche was hit by two knockback spells, one leg-locking spell and one stinging spell. Any other wizard would have been too exhausted to fight back, let alone concentrate.

Nietzsche refocused his attention on the wand and laboriously raised his hand.

“But I was merely maintaining control, so my magic is superior to yours.” Nietzsche, bound by a leg-locking curse, stood with his legs together. “I told you, the battle isn’t over yet…”

During duels, Marcus would typically keep his enemy conscious while inflicting pain, thus rendering them incapable of thinking. This was one of his preferred methods.

Spells like petrification and freezing are simply not within his scope of study.

Nietzsche was the nemesis of such people, because pain was like fuel to him; the more pain he felt, the more his inner will burned.

This gruesome posture was something Hermione and Harry had never seen before. Strictly speaking, they would never see such injuries on Nietzsche; usually, it was the person standing opposite him who would have them.

"Really? Are you confident you can cast it again?"

Marcus glanced at Nietzsche, who was trembling all over, his face contorted with rage, and took the first step forward.

Suddenly, the croaking of frogs came from above the lake, and a toad suddenly jumped down from the hillside. Harry and Ron immediately thought of Neville's Raphtalia.

But as it turns out, they were right.

"Rafer, slow down... Professor McGonagall should be here..."

Accompanying Leif was the headmaster of Gryffindor. Tonight, it was the Longbottom boy who knocked on her office. At first, she thought Neville was there to learn, but upon hearing his words, her expression immediately turned from sunny to cloudy.

Two first-year students are having a duel? And there are fourth-year students involved too?

Moreover, Neville Longbottom only rushed over to tell her when the two sides had already started fighting.

Professor McGonagall first looked at Malfoy, who was leaning against a dead tree trunk with his arms hanging down, and then noticed Nietzsche, who was covered in dirt and had a bruised and swollen face.

While Neville picked up the toad again, he and Hermione exchanged a glance.

Hermione didn't do this on purpose; it was just that there wasn't much good news about Marcus. Even the Weasleys, who usually looked down on Slytherin, had to acknowledge his abilities.

This is Hermione's desperate Plan B: there are no winners and no losers... it's just that the professor heard the commotion and accidentally discovered that a few people were dueling in private.

“Potter!” She looked behind Nietzsche, even more incredulous at her eyes. “Miss Granger, you…don’t tell me you were involved too.”

Hermione lowered her head in shame, unable to meet the Dean's complicated expression.

But at that moment, Nietzsche, being supported by Neville, interjected, "Professor, Malfoy and I are both Slytherin..."

“Ah…that’s right!” Neville felt himself being poked with a wand and immediately stammered, “Hermione told me to tell you, Professor.”

Professor McGonagall stared at Neville for a moment. This Longbottom boy was usually quite honest and probably wouldn't lie. So she flicked her wand and conjured several stretchers, which were used to lift the injured people up.

In the end, Slytherin alone lost ten points...

Hermione was relieved to hear that Gryffindor had escaped unharmed. Professor McGonagall clearly believed Neville's words, and at the same time, she cursed Nietzsche in her heart.

She thought to herself: I'm Nietzsche's assistant, so why isn't Gryffindor losing points... Wait! Granger, what are you thinking? You can't have such thoughts!

Mrs. Pomfrey was numb.

What's going on? It's been a week since school started, and people keep coming to the infirmary every few days.

"Professor, we..."

"Shut up!" McGonagall, dressed in a bright green wizard's robe, interrupted Malfoy's excuses. "Regarding your duel, I think Headmaster Snape should come here in person!"

A puff of silvery-white smoke emerged from the tip of her wand, which then formed a kitten that darted out of the window above the hospital bed.

It was amazing. When the little cat made of white mist passed by Nietzsche, the negative emotions that had not yet dissipated began to slowly recede, and he unconsciously recalled some scenes that made him happy.

Meanwhile, Madam Pomfrey applied medicine to Hermione's ankle and then began to examine Draco's injury.

She said with a serious expression, "Your jokes are going too far. That girl was poisoned by a snake's neurotoxin, and both of your arms are dislocated, as if they were twisted off..."

However, Madam Pomfrey found no trace of dark magic or spells inside.

Did Draco just have a fight with Hagrid?

"Who did you fight?"

Draco pointed to Nietzsche, who was in an empty bed next to him; his injuries looked more severe than his own.

So Pomfrey asked, "What spell did you use? If you don't want to leave any permanent scars on the other person, tell me now."

"Levitation Spell".

This dark magic sounds a bit unfamiliar...wait, a levitation spell??

“I’m not joking, child,” Madam Pomfrey said, somewhat angrily. “I don’t care what the reason for your duel is, but at least let me know what spells you used.”

Now everyone crowded into the infirmary, and under the light, they all saw those arms, which looked completely different in the darkness.

His entire hand was twisted completely, his shoulder blade joint dislocated, his palm facing upwards, and his muscles turned purplish-red due to lack of blood circulation. Draco Malfoy had completely lost consciousness.

"The Levitation Charm won't leave any dark magic scars; you just need to restore the joints of his arm to their original positions..."

"Click~"

Mrs. Pomfrey tried it, and as his shoulder joint recovered, Malfoy shouted even louder.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Nietzsche shrugged under Hermione's gaze.

He was certain he hadn't thought of that, but so far, it seemed to be working quite well.

In any case, as long as it works, that's fine. As for Nietzsche's mention of the levitation spell, Madam Pomfrey completely ignored it. In all her years of experience, she had never heard of anyone using a levitation spell to cause such harm to a wizard.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

When the infirmary door opened again, Snape entered with a dark expression.

Chapter Thirty: The Pureblood is Dead!

While everyone else thought it was just an ordinary wizarding duel, only Hermione, who knew him well, knew that Nietzsche was serious.

“A duel? I think you still have too much energy.” Snape stood beside the sickbed, his face grim. “Draco, you’ve been indulging yourself too much…”

He then turned to Nietzsche and said, “And you, Nietzsche Holmes, are lucky enough to have survived a duel between senior wizards. You should be grateful that your opponent was a troll.”

Of course, Flint, who was standing in the corner, and Harry, who was standing at the door, were not spared either, as Professor McGonagall had mentioned.

"As for our Quidditch captain, he would certainly like to continue playing for his team for another year."

"Ah, Potter, it's a pity that the one lying here today isn't you, the one who's just watching the show."

However, Snape knew his limits. After briefly checking the injuries of the three men, he was shocked by Nietzsche's injuries and even put the venomous tongue back into his mouth, ceasing his mockery.

His left ribs were broken from the impact, his knee joint was bruised and mangled, with dirt and bits of grass still stuck to it, his left arm was bruised, his eyes were slightly bulging, and he had a mild concussion.

Normally, a person would have fainted.

Snape pondered for a moment, then pulled Madam Pomfrey aside and asked in a deep voice, "This kind of injury shouldn't be treated with a Rejuvenation Charm, you should..."

"Of course not! That child was conscious when he was brought in!"

Madam Pomfrey was well aware of the side effects of the Resurrection Charm. Although this spell could revive a person from a coma and could counteract a single Coma Charm, its revival actually depleted the comatose person's energy.

It will never be used casually unless in an emergency or during combat.

She looked at Nietzsche, who had just received the chocolate frog from Neville, and felt a little incredulous.

“I was planning to ask tomorrow.” Snape nodded, then turned away, a cold smile revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. “Well then, I’ll be frank: who initiated the duel, and who won…”

“Severus!” Professor McGonagall shouted angrily.

Professor McGonagall found this incomprehensible; all those who participated in the duel should be punished.

“I think they should understand the meaning of a duel, rather than treating it as a game... But if it’s not a duel between wizards, you two—for every potion I know, you will suffer just as much.”

Whether to avoid punishment or not, Nietzsche and Malfoy both nodded in agreement.

“I’m glad the Dean is willing to be a witness to the duel.” Nietzsche, his left hand in a sling, leaned against the pillows, half-lying on the bed. “According to the wager, Malfoy can never mention the word ‘pathetic bloodline’ in front of me…any word.”

Draco jerked his head around, and just as he was about to raise his hand, the pain made him gasp.

"I haven't lost! Marcus hasn't backed down yet!"

This is a disgrace.

As a pureblood, being forbidden from discussing bloodline in front of Mudbloods is unprecedented in Slytherin, where bloodline signifies the most fundamental status.

Snape narrowed his eyes, and in Harry's opinion, he seemed to dislike the bet as much.

Harry couldn't help but yell, "If Professor McGonagall hadn't come, he would have ended up like you! You've already lost, so why can't you lose like a man?"

This is a difficult problem, and no one knows who will win in the end. In the current stalemate, Snape stepped forward.

He slowly paced around the ward with his head down, finally stopping in front of Marcus Flint. His eyes were vacant, and his voice was soft, but his words were clear.

“Mr. Flint, what was your state of mind before Dean McGonagall arrived... Don't try to lie to me..."

"In the end...in the end I ran out of magic because I cast too many spells, but Nietzsche could never win!!"

"Did he lose his magic in the end?"

“No…yes!” Marcus looked up and met the professor’s gaze. He felt as if he had fallen into an icy lake. He dared not lie. “But he is almost gone, so the winners should be Malfoy and me.”

All the young wizards held their breath, awaiting Snape's verdict.

Harry thought to himself: If Snape could be fair just this once, he would not only give all the snacks to everyone in the Gryffindor common room, but he would also never join in when others criticized Snape.

“Hmm…that makes sense.” Snape nodded, but that wasn’t all. “So you think a wizard can’t beat an unarmed Muggle, right?”