Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"The murderer is a wizard." He pressed his hand, signaling Hermione to lower her voice, "From Ron Weasley's words, we can clearly understand that Malfoy and his group are wizards who started out as dark wizards."

"That doesn't make sense... I mean, it could have been any dark wizard!"

However, Nietzsche knew much more details than Hermione.

He began to gradually sort out the thoughts in his mind: "It's not a religious murder. Someone is destroying the relationship between wizards and the British government."

Nietzsche took out a magic card that came with the chocolate frog from his pocket. The character on it was an old man with a white beard, and Harry gave it to him because the other party already had one.

The silver-haired old man with a crooked nose and wiping his half-moon glasses is Albus Dumbledore.

Nietzsche flipped the card over and handed it to Hermione.

"The current headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest wizard...defeated Grindelwald in 1945..." Hermione finally saw the handwriting clearly in the moonlight, "He is indeed the most pro-Muggle wizard."

"You-Know-Who died in 1981, and since then, the Malfoys have stepped back."

"You mean, the murderer might be related to Malfoy?!"

Hermione's logical thinking was not bad, so she reacted quickly.

"Not entirely correct." Nietzsche hesitated, paused and continued, "I think it is related to the entire faction that supported the mysterious man back then..."

The mysterious man fell, and the wizards who believed in blood superiority retreated into the background. At the same time, pro-Muggle wizards came to power.

But even with this inference, there are still many doubts.

The problem is, from Ron and Neville's conversation, we can learn that wizards have no idea about the development of the outside world. How can they know where the top leaders of the Church of England live?

Not to mention wizards, even ordinary people would not be able to know.

"But the mysterious people are dead. There is no reason for them to risk being discovered and murder a few ordinary people."

"Yeah..." Nietzsche had a headache.

But in any case, he would send the known information to Mycroft and Sherlock tonight.

"So, this is what's frightening you?"

"No... Yeah, that's pretty much it."

Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Nietzsche standing on tiptoe behind the stopped crowd. She knew that he was not completely scared because of this incident. The way he looked in the car could not be described as "scared".

Compared to the usual Nietzsche, he seemed to have been stripped of all positive emotions at that moment, leaving only despair.

The shivering, curled up in the corner...

"No more than four people on each boat!" Hagrid's voice was loud, drowning out everyone else. "We are already below Hogwarts."

Hermione looked up and saw that the sky had completely darkened.

On the shore of a wide lake, a castle stands on the edge of a steep cliff, and all the neatly arranged windows are emitting orange lights.

This was finally good news for her: Hogwarts was closer to a fairy tale than she had thought on the train.

Hermione and Nietzsche were the last to board the ship. They were lucky enough to squeeze into a wooden boat alone. When the boat traveled a certain distance, Hermione could feel the ivy curtain above her head caressing her head.

Finally they came to the dock below the castle.

"Don't think about those things for now. Be happy." Hermione looked at Professor McGonagall, who was wearing an emerald green wizard robe in front of the oak door, and was a little nervous. "It's better to think about the sorting later."

Well, as the one who started the fight on the train and the one who caused the most serious damage, she suddenly felt a little regretful.

Teachers seemed to have a natural suppressive power over Hermione.

But after Professor McGonagall glanced around seriously, she didn't deliberately stay on her for too long, and Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're about to tear my uniform, Leeroy."

"Even if you don't speak, I won't treat you as dumb, Nietzsche!"

"Hehe... I think Neville is right. You are really suitable for Ravenclaw." Nietzsche smoothed the hem of his robe that was wrinkled by her. "It is said that this college is full of eccentric people."

But who is Hermione?

She and Nietzsche quarreled for two whole years.

"Are you talking about yourself?" Hermione sneered as she walked up the luxurious marble staircase. "Oh, no, maybe you're more suitable for a place like Slytherin."

"There is no reason for that."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Nietzsche, why did you deliberately not fight back on the train? Admit it, you are a guy who will do anything to achieve your goals!"

"But I didn't hurt Neville, and I didn't hurt you."

"I think this is my contribution, so I don't need to say 'thank you'."

In preparation for the ceremony that followed, Professor McGonagall carefully mentioned the four houses of Hogwarts again. After making sure that everyone had finished packing, she led them out of the empty room next to the hall.

Go through the hall and behind a door is the auditorium.

There are four long tables in the entire space, half of which are filled with senior students, while the other half is empty for freshmen.

The candles above the table seemed to be floating in the air, and the tableware on the table were all glittering gold plates and crystal clear goblets.

Hermione thought she had accidentally walked into some old aristocratic party.

There were also some white ghosts floating above the four dining tables, and the vaulted ceiling at the top was exactly like the starry sky outside, as if all the students were dining under the stars.

"That's Headmaster Dumbledore."

Nietzsche saw a silver-haired old man standing in the middle of the teachers' seats at the front.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall moved a wooden chair in front of the freshman and placed a dusty hat on it. "Whoever I call will wear it on his head!!"

Then the dirty hat cracked and began to recite the lyrics in a strange accent.

"Maybe you belong to Gryffindor, where you can find courage in your heart... Maybe you belong to Ravenclaw, where those wise and knowledgeable people can always meet their peers..."

That's right, it doesn't sound like singing at all, but rather like chanting.

How Nietzsche wished that he could learn to close his ears and ears for two months so that he would not have to suffer.

"Hannah Abbott!!"

The first person to go up was the silver-haired girl who had provided Neville Longbottom with the whereabouts of the toad. Her head just rubbed against the hat, and it screamed out the other party's ownership.

"Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Boot." "Ravenclaw"

"Hermione Granger!"

The curly-haired girl standing next to Nietzsche walked up nervously. After taking three steps, she turned around and looked at Nietzsche.

For her, this is like being divided into classes. If a good friend is no longer in the same class as her, will their relationship become weaker in the future?

When a person is nervous, countless thoughts will arise.

"Well... it's really difficult." The voice of the Sorting Hat sounded in Hermione's mind. Its voice did not sound like that of an old man who had been baptized by the years. "I have lofty ideals, I am brave, and I am also very smart..."

"Will I offend three founders at once? Never mind. They're gone anyway."

"Can you read minds?" Hermione clasped her hands on the edge of the wooden chair.

"Of course not. I just...let's put it this way, it's just intuition. The human mind is too complicated, how can it be understood? I'm just a novice in painting, and I can barely tell the classification of each color."

The Sorting Hat was unaware of the time change and even curiously asked about Hermione's attitude.

"So where do you want to go."

"I'm from the same school as Nietzsche!"

"Which one...ah, he's behind you, dear." The Sorting Hat muttered, "Although Slytherin is very suitable for aspiring young wizards like you, I don't recommend you go there. Slytherin nowadays pays too much attention to bloodline."

Hermione noticed the choice of words.

"Now?"

"Ahem... you have a lot of adventurous spirit in you. I've made up my mind... Gryffindor!" After it announced it, it whispered, "Don't worry, before achieving your ideal, it will be a great adventure."

When Hermione put down the Sorting Hat, she realized that everyone below was looking at her and whispering.

Professor McGonagall then led her down and said softly, "You were up there for about five or six minutes, Miss Granger."

"So long? But I feel..."

Hermione saw that most of the others finished within half a minute.

"I understand. You go first." Mag's originally serious face relaxed a little. "I was the same as you back then. This is actually a good thing."

But when the professor raised his head, the corners of his mouth that were originally raised were pursed again.

"Next, Nietzsche John Holmes!"

Nietzsche looked at the hat in front of him with some disdain. He leaned his cane against the chair, suppressed the urge to clean, and gently placed it on his hair.

The movement was very gentle, completely different from the previous wizards who suddenly slammed their heads.

As he put the hat on his head, a murmur sounded in his mind.

"Why is there another complicated person like this? Can't we have a simple-minded guy like before?"

My goodness, before he even started to dislike the Sorting Hat, the Sorting Hat started to dislike him first.

"Hurry up, any house will do, just Gryffindor."

"What are you doing? 'Hurry up, any one will do'... Do you think you're cutting vegetables?" The Sorting Hat imitated his tone and muttered, "Really? You have no patience at all."

But the Sorting Hat is also somewhat contradictory.

Although it is troublesome to deal with such a complex wizard, it also has a kind of joy that is unique to it.

"I can feel your helpfulness... just like the sun, roo, it reminds me of Ms. Helga, Hufflepuff? In this respect, it suits you quite well."

"Although I'm a little wordy, your attitude towards ideals is even greater than that girl just now. Although you don't like to pursue honor, believe me, Slytherin is also suitable for people like you."

"Excuse me...excuse me~why don't you chat with me for a while, just talk about anything."

They were still in the branch school one second, and they started chatting about family matters the next.

Nietzsche responded in his mind: "What do you want to talk about?"

"If you are willing to talk about your ideals, after all, you have honesty, courage, ideals and wisdom, but sometimes I will also sort the wizards according to their ideals."

Ideals, as distinguished from fantasies, are the goals that humans strive for throughout their lives.

And what is Nietzsche's ideal?

Perhaps this should start from the day when he first discovered magic and named it "the Force".

Nietzsche, who was adopted by the Watsons, grew up in the Holmes family. After being exposed to some classic cases, he always felt that he was needed in the future after discovering his differences.

It is an intuition, a yearning for utopia.

So Nietzsche answered one question with another.

"Do you think it's boring that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west every day?"

Volume 1: Chapter 14: No One Cheers Slytherin

"sun?"

The Sorting Hat was actually thinking about this question.

"If it could talk, it would probably be bored, after all, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west every day."

But Nietzsche said very decisively that the Sorting Hat was wrong. His decisiveness made it see Nietzsche's arrogance, which was different from anyone else.

I can't think of any other words to describe the Sorting Hat...

"But its rising in the east and setting in the west is to bring sunshine to people on the other side of the earth. Only when it shines on everyone, it is recognized as the greatest star. And wizards... are people full of light."

"I... sort of understand."

This answer sounds very boring.

But thinking back carefully, a kind of transcendent excitement suddenly filled the Sorting Hat, and it began to tremble uncontrollably on Nietzsche's body.

The dust fell as it shook, revealing its originally comfortable fabric.

Which wizard does not think that he is independent of human beings? Even the most cowardly wizard thinks that he is a lucky man. Only Nietzsche is an exception.

He actually felt that wizards were called "wizards" because they could bring better changes to the world.

"Excuse me, those old unspoken rules of Slytherin should have died long ago. So be it. For your ideals, I know what to do."