Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, and even Crabbe and Goyle's strength was retracted a lot.

"Don't play this kind of trick. The dean is not responsible for these things every year. He always goes back to his office after the welcome dinner." Lucien Boll's cold voice dispelled the fears of several people.

"I see. You are very close to the Malfoy family."

But Lucien did not refute, he just drove the freshman into the dormitory and left.

"Who wouldn't be close?" Draco's face looked even paler under the dim firelight in the dungeon. "Reality is not what you think it is, Nietzsche. Don't be as stupid as Potter. At least you have to abide by the rules of Slytherin."

"Wow, just to remind you, I wasn't the one who did it on the train."

As soon as he finished speaking, Crabbe and Goyle punched him in the abdomen at the same time.

There was no dramatic rescue here. The sudden colic made Nietzsche's eyes widen. He opened his mouth blankly, making a "ho ho" sound, and his saliva flowed to the ground as he coughed.

And Draco hadn't expected that, seeing Crabbe and Goyle were a little hesitant.

But after a moment, he made up his mind.

"Now we remember you. You didn't expect that you would come to Slytherin, did you?" Crabbe said proudly.

Although what happened was somewhat beyond Draco Malfoy's expectations, the two 'bodyguards' had already fought, so what else could he do?

"Nietzsche, you still have a choice. Stay away from Gryffindor and abide by the rules of Slytherin... After this, you will know which side can really help you achieve great things..."

And Nietzsche was drooling like a fool.

The thoughts in his mind were spreading and associating rapidly, and basic logical reasoning allowed Nietzsche to calculate the next few steps.

Then Nietzsche suddenly closed his mouth and sprayed the saliva accumulated in his mouth onto Crabbe's face, and the latter was covered in Nietzsche's saliva mixed with food residues.

When the other person lets go of his hands, he immediately swings the cane in his right hand to the left.

Goyle only saw a flash of yellow light reflected from the metal, and his head began to buzz.

After a second swing of the heavy metal cane, Crabbe rolled on the ground, with some blood flowing from his head.

One person and one stick, corresponding to the previous one person and one punch, is very reasonable. Nietzsche kicked the two fat guys rolling on the ground with the tip of his shoe, but it was not enough. He used Sherlock Holmes-style terminology: "Clip the wings, sprinkle a little salt, and turn over."

Then a few more blows were given, as if a butcher was patting the beef to make it looser.

"Draco Malfoy... You're wrong. It's not that I was locked up in Slytherin, but that you were forced to be locked up in the same house with me." Nietzsche took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. "I'm not interested in so-called pure-bloodism."

I thought Nietzsche would look for a habitat because of the scorching sun.

But in fact, he himself is a radiant, sun-filled god.

Draco didn't know what it felt like to be hit on the head with a stick, but just looking at the bright red blood on Crabbe and Goyle's heads made his legs start to go weak.

As the apple of the family's eye, she had always been dealing with the theory of bloodline superiority. Normally, she bullied others with the help of her two bodyguards or other people. This was the first time she had encountered a tough guy like Nietzsche.

"Ahaha, it seems that the blood of purebloods is also red..."

Nietzsche wiped his cane with Crabbe's wizard robe with disdain, then went straight back to the dormitory. When he came out again, he had already thrown everyone's luggage into the common room.

The dormitory door closed, leaving the three of them in the common room.

Draco was in a daze when he was suddenly awakened by the sound of burning firewood. He then realized that he might not be able to spend the night in the dormitory. The most urgent thing was to take care of Crabbe and Goyle who were rolling on the ground with their heads in their hands.

So he could only carry the two of them with great effort and walk out little by little...

Snape was sitting in his office, surrounded by all kinds of glass bottles and jars. Just as he laid down the back of his soft chair and was about to take a nap, he was suddenly awakened by a cloud of white mist.

After the silvery-white fog dissipated, he put on his clothes again and walked towards the school infirmary on the second floor of the castle.

"Professor Snape, the new students in your college are really..." As soon as he entered the room, he saw a woman in a white nurse uniform applying ointment on Crabbe and Goyle's heads. "This is only the first night of school."

"What happened?"

"Two people were hit by heavy objects, their scalps were slightly cracked, Crabbe's forearm was fractured... Goyle's nose was broken, and his ribs were broken in three places... I haven't even counted the psychological trauma."

Snape turned his head indifferently and looked at Draco Malfoy who was sitting in the chair opposite the bed.

As the head of Slytherin, he naturally knows some of the shameful unspoken rules of his own house. When new students enter the house, some of them will be chosen as victims to make an example of them.

To put it simply: the old students are giving the freshmen a warning, while also continuing the tradition of the college.

Because this year's victim may be next year's perpetrator.

"You should feel lucky that the other party didn't use a spell." Snape looked around the infirmary and sneered, "Because it's a new semester at Hogwarts, there's usually not enough time to prepare too many medical potions."

"Professor, it's Nietzsche Holmes..."

"I see. It's late now. I'll look for him tomorrow morning."

"He beat Goyle and Crabbe like this. If I hadn't run fast, I would have been the same as them!" Draco grabbed the straw and exaggerated the matter maliciously in a hurry. "Fire him, you must fire him!"

Unfortunately, Snape showed no sympathy or anger.

Draco raised his head cautiously and looked at his father's good friend, Severus Snape. There was only indifference on his face, an indifference to everything. Even the death of people had nothing to do with him.

"I'll take care of it myself, De--ra--co--"

At the same time, I began to re-judge Nietzsche Holmes in my heart.

"They were seriously injured. Although there have been some Slytherins who came to me in the past, most of them were just minor curses..."

"Madam Pomfrey, it's obvious that they have offended someone special." Snape said impatiently, "Since they still kept one person and sent him here, it means that he has a certain size in mind."

Snape rarely showed obvious changes in emotion, but at this time of year, he would reveal a hint of disgust.

Even Draco could see the dean's frown and displeasure, but he didn't know whether the dean was dissatisfied with Nietzsche or with them... maybe it was because of Nietzsche.

"Okay, Draco, you will stay here overnight, Madam Pomfrey, don't call me about this kind of thing in the future."

Interesting, instead of kowtow to the environment, he resisted on his own.

How long can he last? Snape was somewhat curious about this question... If he had... No, you can't think about these trivial things, Snape, you have to calm down...

But it was too similar - the Gryffindor girl and the Muggle wizard from Slytherin.

Volume 1: Chapter 17: Sherlock Holmes in the Magical World

The sun rises as usual~

The Slytherin dormitories jutted out from the dungeon wall like a bubble, and it was not the emerald light of the early morning through the Black Lake that woke Nietzsche, nor the expected knock on the door.

When he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling turned into Snape's stinky face, he felt as if absinthe was forced into his heart.

"The head of Slytherin also has the duties of a part-time priest?" Nietzsche grabbed the quilt and pulled it up.

"The first night of school." Snape ignored his joke and waved his wand, and a carved chair flew under his buttocks. "Tell me, do you want to be expelled or go to Azkaban?"

"If I remember correctly, Hogwarts' school rules clearly state that expelling students is only allowed if there is a huge mistake."

"Two students missed three days of classes in the new semester because of you, isn't that enough...By the way, Malfoy's father is the school director here, so there is a little other factor in this 'clear'."

Snape spoke quickly and calmly, just like his old father Sherlock when he was thinking.

So Nietzsche slowly put on his wizard robes while putting his class schedule into his backpack, and said, "I regret what happened yesterday... I should have beaten Malfoy as well. He would have been expelled anyway."

Even Snape, who always had a cold face, would twitch his facial muscles when facing Holmes.

Is this how Muggles teach their children nowadays?

Wait, according to common sense, shouldn't Nietzsche first struggle for a while, and then start to recount what happened last night in front of him, emphasizing that he was acting in self-defense, and finally he would punish Nietzsche severely?

Really? Rolling meat.

"Confinement."

Nietzsche thought he had misheard, as he was just wondering if Gryffindor and Slytherin would have some classes running at the same time.

"But this is your original intention. Since you have no remorse and even kicked others out of the dormitory, I have decided to extend your confinement time to one week. I will tell you what to do later."

Snape glanced quickly at his schedule and coldly issued the highest order from the headmaster.

Isn't it just confinement?

This is no different from the previous academic probation.

"I thought you were going to let me change colleges for his father's sake..."

"The Sorting Hat's decision cannot be changed. As for expulsion...if you request, I can spare half an hour to go to the headmaster's office and apply for you."

Nietzsche frowned, feeling a little uneasy because of Snape's emotionless gaze.

As if there were several spiders crawling on his cerebral cortex, he quickly put "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" and "A History of Magic" into his backpack and immediately walked through the bridge-like passage to the common room.

He didn't do it on purpose, but the fear of wanting to peel a person open and see his internal structure drove him to leave.

Nietzsche left here with some surprised and astonished looks.

There are more than 140 staircases in Hogwarts, and this is just the central moving staircase, which changes every five days, and does not include the possibility that the middle staircase will suddenly disappear.

In addition to the stairs, there are paintings hanging on the walls of the movable stairs, and the people in the paintings will visit each other. Unfortunately, they are all people in the magic world that Nietzsche does not know.

But Nietzsche was not stupid, so he naturally followed the other senior students up to the first floor.

After exiting the hall and crossing the central courtyard, you will reach an open plain. The Herbology classroom is in the glass greenhouse next to the wall, and a little further ahead, you can see the hills and the owl shed.

But now, for Nietzsche who just woke up, the most important thing is to fill his stomach first.

"This way!" Hermione sat in a corner where there were fewer people.

In fact, she came early in the morning and even turned down the breakfast invitation from her roommates Lavender and Parvati.

"We just knew each other for a long time, we're not boyfriend and girlfriend~" Lavender secretly looked at Nietzsche who was sitting over there, and imitated Hermione's words in a sarcasm, "But the reason for rejecting us was obviously that Slytherin."

Parvati beside her nodded in agreement.

But her sister Padma, who was sorted into Ravenclaw, smiled and lowered her head and whispered, "Hasn't the relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin always been bad?"

"That's perfect! Hiss, a forbidden love... Ladies and gentlemen, don't you want to witness the birth of history?"

Lavender slammed the table excitedly.

But the two parties, who were completely unaware of the situation, had already started eating the porridge.

When Nietzsche just sat down, he saw Hermione's schedule. She was holding a piece of bread in her left hand and writing on the schedule with a feather pen in her right hand. When she saw him coming, she tapped the table with her greasy fingers.

"Schedule, hurry up!"

"All colleges are different, how can they be the same?" Nietzsche handed it to the table.

Mercury, who was originally jumping happily on the table, became quiet for a moment after seeing Nietzsche sitting down, and started eating the nuts that Hermione had placed on the table.

"Let me look for it..." Hermione changed to red ink and scanned the two schedules. Finally, her brows relaxed a little. "History of Magic class on Monday afternoon, Flying class on Tuesday and Wednesday, and Potions class on Friday."

But after returning the red-circled schedule to Nietzsche, she added, "I just want to remind you not to be late."

Nietzsche hesitated for a moment, but after thinking about it, he exposed Hermione's lie...

She was so bad at lying that she couldn't even think of a reason.

"In that case, why don't you circle all the classes?"

"If you ask!"

Hermione pretended to snatch it back, but Nietzsche was faster and had already taken the schedule back by the time she reached out.

Great, now he knew about the collaborative courses between Gryffindor and Slytherin without any effort.

Nietzsche took a sneak peek at her while she was drinking porridge, and suddenly a strange feeling emerged in his heart... His feelings towards Hermione were naturally different from those of an ordinary friend.

But he couldn't describe the relationship between them in words.

Are you in tune with each other?

Half a childhood sweetheart?

"Is there something on my face?" Hermione asked curiously.

"No, maybe I'm dazzled."

"By the way, nothing happened after you returned to Slytherin, right?"

"I won't be expelled on the first day of school!" Nietzsche said angrily.

Although he didn't explain it clearly, he didn't lie either, so Hermione just breathed a sigh of relief.

"You can't be like before, I will keep an eye on you... Don't talk back! Mr. Watson told me to do that." Hermione started nagging again, "If they cause you trouble, I will tell Dean McGonagall!"

Wait, he's from Slytherin, what does that have to do with the head of Gryffindor?

Forget it, it’s better not to disturb Hermione, otherwise I don’t know how long I will finish reading.