Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Just as Snape was about to explain, Watson came up from the corridor quietly, took out a gun from his waist, and put it to the back of the other person's head.

The metal only brought him a chill.

"Put away your tricks, or I'll risk being kicked out by Mrs. Hudson and have you killed on the spot."

Watson rarely shows his fierce and violent side in front of children, but as Holmes' friend and guardian, he does not care too much when faced with danger.

Even when a Muggle pointed a gun at Snape's head, he did not show any emotion at all.

"If Dumbledore hadn't forced me to come out for a walk, I wouldn't have bothered to deal with this kind of thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. and Mrs. Watson saw Snape twist his body, and in the blink of an eye, he reappeared in the corner.

The muzzle of the gun moved again, pointing directly at him.

"Reparo! (Recover as before)"

Snape indifferently drew a circle with the stick in his hand, and all the messy things in the room began to float up and returned to their original positions. Curious Sherlock lay on the ground, sweeping his hands around the floating objects.

Sadly, there wasn't anything.

"how did you do that?"

"I'll say it again. I'm a professor at Hogwarts and one of the deans. Your son is a wizard. I have to say that you are the most..."

He wanted to say "freak", but swallowed the words back.

But that’s the truth!

He had never seen a Muggle house with a corpse or a collection of all kinds of strange blueprints and dangerous weapons.

Nietzsche frowned and said, "Muggle?"

"That's what wizards call ordinary people." Snape watched Watson hook up the revolver with his cane and hand it to Sherlock. His eyes twitched. "This is the most kind thing. There is no malice."

"Tell me, what did you do just now? The Duke of Blackwood whom I caught once also talked about magic, so what kind of sleight of hand did you use just now, or was it an electromagnetic device?"

In Nietzsche's eyes, Sherlock's exploration of new things suddenly overlapped with the Stark in his dream.

"What are those things in your hands?"

"pistol."

"Attack me... like I just walked in, Protego"

Watson protected Nietzsche behind him and looked at Sherlock with confused eyes. He suddenly felt a little unpredictable.

Suddenly, Nietzsche's adoptive mother Mary grabbed the gun and calmly shot Snape in the left leg. The bullet hit the white transparent wall.

But the huge recoil also made Snape retract his legs.

Now everyone could see clearly that this indifferent uninvited guest was unharmed by the ruthless bullet, which was blocked by just a thin film.

Mystery... That's all Sherlock has eyes for.

"Nietzsche cannot be a wizard."

"Well...it seems he still has some secrets. How about you try the same operation again?" Snape's hooked nose turned towards the boy behind the Watsons and memorized his appearance.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I don't know anything about wizards. It's impossible for me to follow you to any magic school."

Nietzsche defined himself very clearly.

His future path should be to enter the Royal College of London, rely on his excellent grades and thoughts in his dreams to enter the research institute and make some contributions to the human beings in this world.

Of course...if you are an ordinary child, you might yearn to become an omnipotent superman or magician.

But Nietzsche's bedtime stories are all about Sherlock and Watson talking about various murders and the changes in human nature in different environments.

"You...will?"

Even Watson could easily sense his adopted son's calmness towards all the strange phenomena.

"Of course he can, and he has surpassed many wizard students... But I would like to remind you that the careless use of magic will lead to the occurrence of the Obscurus."

Nietzsche corrected him: "That's called the Force."

"We are wizards, and that's called magic."

He couldn't stand the stares from the Watsons, so he raised his hand and waved at Snape.

The chair under the other person flew away at an extremely fast speed, and finally fell heavily on the ceiling, breaking into several pieces.

At this time, Professor Snape, having lost his support body, was affected by gravity, with his buttocks pressed closely against the floor. His hands were clenched into fists in his black sleeves.

"Why didn't you ever tell us?!"

"Oh... I thought Aunt Irene would tell Dad. It seems that she really values ​​the agreement."

At this time, Sherlock could no longer sit still. He withdrew his probing gaze from Snape and said with resentment, "So you were responsible for one of my two precious failures?"

Nietzsche stuck out his tongue.

The Bohemian Scandal was only because Irene took private photos of the governor.

At the time she thought she would become a political victim, so the sincerity she showed was what Nietzsche remembered most.

"I need this photo just to save my life."

And these were also the last words she left to Sherlock Holmes when she left.

Volume 1: Chapter 4 The Real World

“You have to go to school and learn.”

"You don't understand how many people want to enter Hogwarts and experience magic, but as Muggles they have to give up!"

Snape tried his best to persuade Nietzsche, but he couldn't do anything to shake his opinion.

If it weren't for the law and Hogwarts rules, he would even want to kidnap the other person.

Nietzsche replied with only one sentence.

"That's a good point, but... I refuse!"

"You can use your own advantages to expand infinitely, and you can easily do things that Muggles can't do!" Snape couldn't understand, but just said expressionlessly, "The world can become what you want it to be."

He waved his wand lightly and the candlestick turned into a snake.

With a heavy shake, the flowers next to it that had long since withered began to bloom again.

"But Muggles who can't do anything else can at least keep their hair clean." Sherlock said suddenly.

He looked at the other person with a teasing and arrogant look.

So Snape clenched his fists tighter in his sleeves. He tried to calm himself down, but Sherlock saw his trembling sleeves.

"So..." His only purpose for coming here this time was Nietzsche.

"It is precisely because ordinary people cannot do all this that I want them to do it even more...Primitive people back then could not have imagined that humans today can hear voices on the other side of the earth."

Snape was silent.

To be honest, this was the most shocking answer he had ever heard.

It was not because of the content, but because of Nietzsche's age. Looking at that determined look, he knew that all the words he had prepared were futile and powerless. If he had also...

Snape stood up and accidentally caught a glimpse of a blueprint under his butt.

It recorded a strange pattern and some toxic substances that needed to be extracted from living organisms. He couldn't help but pick it up and roughly scanned a few lines.

"How do you know how potions are made?"

"What?" Watson thought he had misheard.

"Potions!" Snape muttered to himself, "Damn it... The Ministry of Magic's Memory Deletion Team isn't doing their job. Muggles can't possibly know these things about wizards!!"

Sherlock and Nietzsche looked at each other tacitly.

It appears! The Holmes family's unique telepathy!

"Murder case, several people died, and there are no clues at all. In fact, I can't send you a letter because I don't have an owl... Also, the clothes you are wearing are really..."

Nietzsche is too lazy to complain.

"The owl came with the letter, how could it be missing?"

The problem was with the postman.

Snape, who was also suspicious, began to take the information they handed over. Perhaps it was not enough, so he even walked to the dining table, pried open the dead man's mouth, and put his wand in.

Mary returned the gun to her fiancé and whispered, "Why are all the people who come to your place a little abnormal?"

"That's one of the reasons why I want to marry you and move out." Watson leaned over and replied in a very low voice, "At least Sherlock can be quiet now."

Over there, Sherlock stood opposite Snape, and Nietzsche stood next to the professor.

"There are traces of dark magic, which the muggles can't detect."

"So this matter has something to do with wizards like you?" Sherlock said this word with difficulty, and said very stingily, "Forget it, after all, I have one hidden next to me."

Nietzsche dared not refute.

Just keep silent. As long as he doesn't speak, he won't say the wrong thing.

"It's possible, but what is hydrocyanic acid?"

"Toxin extracted from the core of an apple, but Watson checked it and found no signs of poisoning."

Snape flipped open the dead man's eyelids, paused, and just said: "Interesting."

"Why, so Muggles can do it, but wizards can't?" Sherlock said sarcastically, "Nietzsche, next time you can't say 'God is dead', you should say wizards are dead."

With the help of Snape, the inspection process went quickly and some special nouns were recorded.

For example, "undetectable poison", "imperius curse", "unforgivable curse"

Finally, Snape felt that this matter was a little dangerous. He saw that the dead were all figures from Muggle religions. He felt a little tricky and prepared to leave quickly.

"I must tell Headmaster Dumbledore about this."

Sherlock always sensed something in his mind, but the only thing blocking him was an unclear fog. What lay before him was another world...or rather, the true face of the world.

And Nietzsche also showed a hint of interest.

"Dad, I think I need to go to that magic school."

"Nietzsche?" Watson was a little serious, contrary to his usual humor, "You can't go there because of a murder case. I would rather you learn some... magic... at least it can save us housework."

Snape was also very thoughtful and he immediately sensed the opportunity.

"This matter is related to dark wizards. According to the laws of the wizarding world, Muggles cannot be informed. Even if they know, their memories must be erased... unless you are relatives of wizards."

What Nietzsche was thinking about was the owl that never arrived.

He understood that the adoptive parents had been caught in a vortex and that this murder case was different from previous ones.

Just based on what the Potions Professor just showed, it was already curious enough. He must help Holmes and Watson pave a way out.

"With great power comes great responsibility...that's what you told me."

Nietzsche pulled out a pen from his chest pocket, pulled out a piece of waste paper, wrote a simple reply on the spot, and stuffed it into Snape's hand.

"That is my and Holmes's responsibility, not yours."

"But I will eventually become you and surpass you."

Watson understands his son. In some ways, Nietzsche is just as stubborn as Sherlock, but he also has Sherlock's yearning for adventure.

Some birds are just not meant to be caged.

"Well, in a week, I'll take you to Diagon Alley to do some shopping...if your Muggle parents are willing."

Finally, Snape took the reply letter and disappeared in front of everyone with a "whoosh". He seemed to be sucked into a pipe and twisted into a point at an extremely fast speed.

"Well, I think we should talk about how you helped Irene Adler leave Bohemia."

"Oh! I suddenly remembered that I had an appointment with Hermione to go out and catch frogs today. Everyone, see you in the Royal Restaurant tonight!"

"Wait." Watson tapped the floor with his cane, stopping the two people who were joking. "Nietzsche, you, can't get involved... Sherlock! Say something!"

All right, John Watson is getting excited.

Holmes had no choice but to shake his arms, and his bones creaked.

Nietzsche looked at his father and said eagerly: "You come or I?"