Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

So the Grangers and the Watsons all saw the four boys pushing suitcases, crashing headfirst into the dividing pillar between platforms nine and ten, and then disappearing.

Aha, they've found them!

"So, I... am leaving?" Nietzsche turned his head and looked at the Watsons.

“Go ahead! Be careful!” Watson raised an eyebrow at his suitcase and coughed a few times on purpose. “If you need help, open your treasure chest.”

Compared to the Granger family, there was less sadness between them.

Mary and John Watson simply thought they would be grateful if their child would behave well and not cause any trouble on his first day of school.

Hermione glanced behind her, then turned back to look at her parents.

She felt much more uneasy than Nietzsche. After all, sending a twelve-year-old away from the city to a truly 'strange' world was somewhat unfair to both the adults and the child.

"I'll be back for Christmas."

If it weren't for the fact that the magic within her daughter could be life-threatening, Mrs. Granger wouldn't have wanted Hermione out of her sight.

"Protect yourself, and don't let your relationships with your classmates deteriorate too much..."

While his wife was nagging and giving instructions to their daughter, Mr. Granger didn't say much.

He gave Hermione a gentle hug, then turned back to Nietzsche and whispered, "You know... she's not very good at interpersonal relationships, so if anything happens, just write to me."

Mr. Granger knew Hermione's personality.

If she encounters anything that makes her feel wronged, she will definitely keep it to herself.

While this is common in the adult world, as his daughter, there can be "one" small exception.

"Be a man, don't let ladies stand in your way."

“That’s actually the definition of capitalist society, Watson. Don’t forget the case of ‘Gone Bride’,” Nietzsche said in a rough voice, mimicking Shylock’s manner as he made a face at his father. “Besides, she’s a year older than me.”

Of course he would help her, even though Hermione never agreed with his approach.

But sometimes, acting first and informing later can be very effective.

Under the watchful eyes of his loved ones, Nietzsche, carrying a birdcage in his left hand and dragging his luggage in his right, led the way into platform 9.

His instinctive fantasy didn't come true; he felt no obstruction, and the space immediately expanded. A deep red steam train was parked beside the platform, with a slogan written on it:

The Hogwarts Express.

The noise was deafening. In addition to people dressed in wizard robes, various breeds of pet cats ran into the carriage along with the crowd.

Before Nietzsche could take a closer look at the smoke-filled platform, he was suddenly pushed from behind.

"What's wrong?" Hermione sniffed, frowned, and waved her hand to disperse the thick steam in front of her.

Nietzsche didn't speak; he focused his mind, taking in every face, conversation, and appearance, including but not limited to Harry, whom he had seen earlier, being escorted onto the train by several red-haired boys.

And a blond-haired boy, looking arrogantly at the passersby around him.

“It’s nothing, I was just waiting for you.” Nietzsche shook his head, clearing his mind of the jumbled thoughts.

The English mornings were unusually sunny, and the two of them, carrying their luggage, boarded a train bound for the unknown.

In fact, the carriage was not as crowded as they had imagined; on the contrary, it was quite spacious. There were carriages on both sides of the corridor. Nietzsche and Hermione kept walking forward for the sake of quiet, until they were stopped by a student.

With his neat short hair, tall stature, and well-defined muscles, Nietzsche guessed that the person in front of him must be good at sports.

There was a mark on his chest: a "P" etched on a yellow and black background.

"The section behind this is the prefectural carriage; only prefectural heads and professors from each college can ride in it... I'm sorry."

"Well, it seems we've reached the end of the road."

Hermione chose the innermost carriage, which was the most suitable for freshmen.

The train started moving, and the people on the platform were left behind until it turned a corner and the platform was no longer visible. Only then did the noise from the other carriages gradually quiet down... but only relatively speaking.

To pass the time, Hermione took out "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts" from her bag and started reading.

"Do you know that Harry you helped before? He's been mentioned in several books."

“If you’re talking about ‘Twentieth Century Magic Events,’ which is as thick as an American history book, then I do see the name Harry Potter.”

Nietzsche was indifferent to all of this. He took out two bottles of Coke, pointed at them with his wand and said "Immobulus." Immediately, frost appeared on the surface of the glass bottles, as if they had just been taken out of the freezer.

perfect!

This is the perfect way to break the spell!!

The names wizards give to spells are not just for their literal meanings. For example, the Freeze Spell... this spell can cool things down, but that's just a side effect.

It can paralyze animals, making them appear as if they are frozen.

Nietzsche lifted the burlap lining of the birdcage and pointed his wand at the owl inside. Before Hermione could react, the owl, which Hermione and Nietzsche had jointly purchased, stopped moving.

"What have you done to my Mercury again?!"

Hermione had only taken her gaze off Nietzsche for ten minutes when trouble struck.

“It’s ours.” He looked at the owl, still in the same flapping wing motion as a second ago, and said uncertainly, “I was just experimenting with the freezing spell’s effect on living beings, which reminded me of the ‘Hibernation Project’.”

"It 'died' twelve times in the two months after we bought it from Diagon Alley!!"

Hermione gritted her teeth, got up, snatched the birdcage from Nietzsche's hand, and thawed the poor owl.

It's as if someone pressed the play button, freeing it from the frozen state, and the transition between the previous second and the next second wasn't awkward because of the freeze.

Why are you so serious?

"Shut up, you're not the Joker, and I... am not Batman."

Hermione ignored him and started reading again, but this time, she used her other hand to hold the birdcage next to her.

The carriage finally settled down, and sunlight streamed through the window onto the girl's brown hair. She bit her lip and silently recited the contents of her book.

But Nietzsche felt this scene was somewhat similar... wait a minute...

Isn't this just like Watson and Holmes at home?

Thinking of this, Nietzsche cast a pitying glance at Hermione. What a pity, she was just like Watson.

"Excuse me, have you seen my... toad?"

There was a knock on the carriage door, which was then opened a crack. A round-faced boy with a mournful expression peeked out, revealing half of his body and head. He paused for a moment when he saw Hermione tucking a strand of her curly hair behind her ear.

But when he looked at the books in their hands, his mind became even more confused.

Wait a minute, that doesn't seem to be the reading list prepared for first graders, does it?

What the heck? Is Hogwarts really this messy now?

"No."

Just as the other party was about to close the sliding door in disappointment, Nietzsche stood up.

Like Hermione, he felt uneasy at the thought of the unfamiliar magic school, and even after memorizing all the official and unofficial histories of the school, he still couldn't feel safe.

However, an opportunity presented itself.

"If you don't mind, we can help you look for it." He immediately changed from his casual attitude to a warm and humble one.

"Thank you! My name is Neville Longbottom!"

Nietzsche turned around and winked at Hermione, who immediately understood what he meant.

The Longbottom family is one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families. Nietzsche, whose right to use Mercury has been confiscated, plans to go out for a stroll.

Hermione closed the book and put it away: "That's true... but you're right, that's a good reason indeed."

Neville Longbottom: Did I miss something? Did they just talk to each other?

Attempt to connect to the shared brain... connection failed.

However, it's always a good thing to have kind-hearted people willing to help you.

Nietzsche draped his trench coat over his shoulders, picked up a metal cane from the corner, put on a felt hat, and hooked his arm around Neville as they walked out, seizing control in an instant.

"Are you from some noble family?" Neville looked at Nietzsche's demeanor and shrank back.

"No, I'm just an ordinary Muggle wizard."

"Phew, thank goodness... I thought you were from a family like the Malfoys."

"The Malfoy family? Are there nobles among wizards?"

Hermione squeezed next to Nietzsche, making full use of her strength—curiosity. She didn't pretend at all, and it was this curiosity that gave the originally timid Neville Lombardon some confidence.

Poor Neville Longbottom, willingly being manipulated by Hermione and Nietzsche.

He smiled and said:

"Of course, but most pure-blood families like the Malfoys produce a lot of dark wizards... If you're going to talk about this, you can't go wrong asking me. My grandmother said my parents were heroes who suppressed families like theirs back then!"

Chapter Eleven: "Sherlock Holmes" and "Watson"

The entire Hogwarts Express is decorated in warm colors.

The front carriages were reserved for the class leaders, while the rear carriages were for the rest of the students. Each compartment was not as small as it looked, and the corridors were much more spacious than those on ordinary trains, which were only big enough for the train conductors and trolleys.

Nietzsche counted them; there were approximately five carriages in total.

“Oh, you must be talking about the mysterious figure from ‘Twentieth Century Magical Events’?” Hermione immediately started making connections based on Neville’s mention of ‘resistance’.

“Yes, almost everyone lost their lives because of this.” Neville’s expression began to waver, and his hand that was knocking on the door stopped, his eyes filled with fear. “Even my parents just… just survived.”

Nietzsche simply draped his arm over his shoulder with practiced ease.

The level of understanding he displayed at that moment was something Hermione had never seen before... In fact, if she hadn't known Nietzsche, she wouldn't have been able to see through his act at all.

That kind of instantaneous empathy.

"They are heroes, Neville... So what's the story behind this Malfoy family you're talking about?"

Hermione glanced at her sideways.

These familiar words seemed to have been spoken in the same way when Nietzsche first transferred to her class.

Neville felt much better after being comforted by him, and said in a somewhat indignant tone: