Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

With this kind of thing, as long as you hit it accurately, the giant monster will die.

"The school does not allow such dangerous weapons. I will tell your parents..." He smiled confidently, as if he had already grasped the weak spot of Nietzsche, the slippery snake.

"In fact...my father asked me to bring it here." Nietzsche blinked and looked at him without showing any weakness. "Why don't you let me tell you that the next time their son encounters a troll, he can only stand there and wait to die."

School + almost murder = complaint.

Yes, Snape almost forgot how weird Nietzsche's two adoptive fathers and one adoptive mother were, so weird that he was like a wizard who lived among Muggles and forgot to use magic.

Dumbledore looked at the gun and his eyes twitched. He certainly knew what Muggle weapons were, but he didn't expect that such a small thing would be enough to blow a troll's head off.

"We are all very sorry for this accident. We can assure you that... it won't happen again. Therefore, Mr. Holmes's Muggle weapon will be kept temporarily and will be returned to you after the holiday."

The principal was about to reach out his hand, but Nietzsche pushed it down like a child protecting a favorite toy.

Hermione was already used to him being like this. She looked around at the people around her and was too lazy to step out to remind Nietzsche. She decided to just quietly enjoy the warm fire and sweet butterbeer.

"Mr. Holmes!" Professor McGonagall thought of the same thing as Snape.

What if this child didn't think clearly that day and pointed the gun at his classmates?

"My two fathers are detectives, so I can help you find the murderer, but this gun with only three bullets left has to be kept for self-defense... I promise you, I will never point it at my classmates."

Snape found his words somewhat amusing, but looking at Nietzsche's serious attitude, he slowly realized that this was what the other party really thought.

"A...student? Help us?" He let out a few sinister laughs, "This is not the Muggle world, and it's none of your business!!"

But Nietzsche's attitude is very positive.

"Ordinary people already have a Sherlock Holmes, but there is no Headmaster Dumbledore here. When the murderer tried to use innocent lives to achieve his goal and even put the lives of students behind his head, he already had something to do with me."

"I can find the murderer in advance and even prevent similar incidents from happening again! Do you have to see a student die in front of you before you feel regretful?!"

And Dumbledore also understood the meaning of this sentence - either Nietzsche should be given a detective identity openly, or he should investigate secretly himself.

In fact, his idea is very reasonable. When something like this happens, everyone will be curious. Especially for people like Nietzsche and Harry, the process of finding the truth is not important. What is important is the final sense of accomplishment.

Nietzsche simply put it out there.

Honest, aboveboard...

"Wait, you're not really considering it, are you?" Snape noticed that the headmaster had withdrawn his hand.

Hermione and Professor McGonagall drank their butterbeer in silence, trying to lean to the side... McGonagall and Little McGonagall just wanted to get back to studying and didn't want to be given too much work.

Finally, Dumbledore gritted his teeth and made up his mind secretly.

"Your weapon will not be pointed at friends or classmates. You can only protect yourself in the most dangerous moments... I believe you because you have proven it once, but you can only investigate after school."

Hermione's tongue moved back and forth in her mouth, pushing her face up.

Unexpectedly, Nietzsche's honesty did have some effect.

"I have one small request."

Hermione rolled her eyes and buried her head even lower, wishing she could shove her entire head into the cup.

Don't say it's her, don't say it, don't say it...

"Please speak, Mr. Holmes of Hogwarts." Dumbledore seemed to have figured something out and put all his worries and doubts behind him. "I hope your request is really small."

Hermione had a good idea, but that's Murphy's Law!

Whatever is possible will happen!

"A tacit assistant, I think Miss Granger is very suitable." Nietzsche ignored the complaints in the girl's eyes.

However, it is not impossible. Dumbledore got to know Hermione Granger through several professors.

Smart, clever, Muggle-born, without any background in the wizarding world, and very observant of classroom discipline and school rules, and who likes to help others... This is simply a perfect Gryffindor.

He was very surprised, just like a serious criminal who voluntarily put his hands together and asked the police to handcuff him.

"No problem, but you have to give her your gun for safekeeping."

Nietzsche placed Colt on Hermione's lap, and the latter just gnashed her teeth and stared at him.

But who would understand poor Hermione Granger?

There were some, at least Professor McGonagall could relate, she could only put her hand on Hermione's head again and scratched it... Eh? After getting used to it, this fluffy feeling was pretty good.

"Then, let me tell you the whole story and the details."

Volume 1: Chapter 41 Classic Combination

The situation is reversed.

Now in the office, sitting in a row with Headmaster Dumbledore are two deans. The three of them, Nietzsche and Hermione are looking at each other across a table. The only things that have not changed are the five beer glasses that are never empty.

"Think about it, why would a magic school dedicated to learning emphasize the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor? This has never happened before. Obviously, this is related to the theft at Gringotts."

Nietzsche did not expose Harry and Ron, which was his duty as a friend.

He himself had no habit of night outings, so he naturally connected them with some special plots, and he didn't even need Sherlock's basic deductive method.

"These two things are unrelated." Snape said with a cold face, arguing beside him.

"The head of Gringotts said that the thieves went to an empty vault. Apparently someone didn't expect the owner of the vault to take it away in advance. As a result, there is an extra forbidden room in the castle this year. What did Headmaster Dumbledore say before school started?"

Now it is the turn of Nietzsche Holmes' assistant, Hermione Granger, to add to the story.

"If you don't want to die miserably or get hurt, don't go near that..."

"Ahaha, how can there be such a place in a school? Doesn't Headmaster Dumbledore really worry that someone curious might take a look?" Nietzsche snapped his fingers. "No one would deliberately stand where gold is buried and shout, 'There's nothing here.'"

What the two said in cooperation convinced Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

The principal pushed up his half-moon glasses and said softly, "As you said, that is indeed where the treasures of the vault are stored. It's just that I made that room in a hurry. After all, I haven't found a good place to hide it yet."

"What's hidden there?" Hermione asked curiously.

"My friend's belongings may have been coveted by someone with ulterior motives."

From this we can conclude that Headmaster Dumbledore's friends are very rich, and people like him usually make friends with people who are not bad at all, otherwise he would not have been targeted.

Nietzsche turned his head and put his lips next to Hermione's ear. He seemed to have forgotten that this was in front of the deans and the headmaster.

"Any news of a wizard star dying recently?"

"No..." Hermione felt her ears getting hot and her body leaned to the side.

Now the fog is thicker.

The alchemical gadget on the table was emitting steam and making a 'puff' sound. Nietzsche turned his gaze back to the principal, and their two pairs of gray-blue eyes met, except that one of them was a little cloudy.

"And I'm not going to move. I'll just have to wait quietly for the thief to show up again."

Headmaster Dumbledore didn't intend to reveal too much about what the treasure was, so all Nietzsche and the others knew was that the thief wanted to steal something and was willing to do anything to get into the school.

Hermione had some thoughts - as a magic school, Hogwarts would not easily allow outsiders to enter.

So the scope is narrowed down a bit.

"In addition, we have new information about some dark wizards in the Muggle world. I think your father may need this information..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dean Snape at the side immediately took over the conversation with a very reluctant expression.

"I checked out the things I found in your house last time. They were the raw materials for undetectable poison and throat-locking gas. I tried them and found that a dark wizard combined the two poisons together."

There was no fluctuation in the professor's voice, as cold and heartless as a machine.

Undetectable poisons are those that cannot be detected, leave no trace, and are completely absorbed, like ricin, which needs to be taken orally, inhaled, or injected. They cannot be detected by wizards using magic.

The throat-locking gas will suffocate the person who inhales it and it has no color.

"It's simply a poison genius, making undetectable poison colorless and gaseous... and able to be absorbed directly through human skin!"

"Cough cough."

Hearing Snape getting more and more excited about potions, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and pulled him back to the topic. Now they were talking about serious matters, and no one wanted to hear you praising a poisoner for being a genius.

What a surprise tonight...

After a brief chat, Nietzsche made a final promise to Hermione in front of the professors, handed the girl along with the gun belt, and then they were asked to leave.

Mag breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her trouser legs back and forth with her hands.

"How could you agree to this?" Sometimes, she and Snape really wanted to open Dumbledore's mind and see what was inside.

"Isn't that good? We need him." Dumbledore seemed to have aged a few years, with a depressed look. "I don't want to make the same mistake again. This is an opportunity... Severus, he has something you don't have."

These words seemed to remind Snape of some unpleasant past events, and his eyes were filled with hatred.

His coldness was just to cover up the anger in his heart, but now he couldn't suppress it at all. Or rather, he didn't want to be rational towards Dumbledore at all, and didn't want to give him even a little respect.

"If you had what you have now, I could have had it too!"

"Severus, calm down!"

In Snape's eyes, the person sitting here was not a powerful wizard who was high above everyone else, but a shameless old man.

But Dumbledore stopped McGonagall. He would rather play this role... because he knew that if a person who climbed to the top of the mountain could not see the people climbing below, it would lead to many irreparable mistakes.

"Feel sorry..."

"You'd better be sorry." Snape limped out and slammed the door.

On the next day, the stories of Hermione and Nietzsche spread again. You know, the descriptions of adult trolls in books are very shocking. For example, an adult troll is enough to destroy an undefended village.

So both of them were portrayed as wizards with special skills.

Moreover, the three loud noises coming out of Harry's mouth were imagined by Slytherin to be some kind of dark magic.

"War magic...it must be this." Miles Blackie boasted loudly, "That idiot Weasley told Potter that it must be some kind of lightning-like war magic."

Nietzsche, who was eating breakfast nearby, didn't bother to refute.

War magic?

It's not wrong to describe it that way, it's just Muggle 'war magic'.

But Draco didn't believe it. He tried to destroy the prestige that Nietzsche had established among Slytherin, so he told them: "Impossible! He is just a... uh... Muggle wizard. I didn't see him use it during the duel!"

But they don't care.

What right does a loser in a duel with a senior have to say these things? They only want to hear what they want to hear.

Opposite Daphne was Nietzsche, but she completely ignored the prettiest first-year Slytherin girl. She crossed her legs like a retired old man, tore open the Daily Prophet, and stood between the two of them.

"You really know how to use ancient magic?"

Nietzsche did not reply, his only action was to take a sip of hot tea.

"Hey! Where did you learn war magic?!"

"Are you pure-bloods who get married to close relatives really crazy?" Nietzsche pulled the newspaper down, revealing only a pair of blue-gray eyes. "If I really was, Marcus should have been lying in bed that day."

People just listen for fun, why do some people take it seriously?

"I'm really curious about how a first-year student killed a grown mountain troll." She blinked and lifted her golden hair from her ears.

"I'm sorry, but I don't like you. In a few decades, you will be no different from an old lady on the street." Nietzsche raised the newspaper very gentlemanly and covered his face again. "Why don't you go and ask Miss Granger what's new in her bag today?"

But it doesn't matter, he still has an emergency bullet in his cane.

It is said that no girl wants a boy to compare her with an old lady, and Daphne's transformation fully proves this point.

She slapped the cup hard, and the rise and fall of her chest made the little snakes chatting around her start to lose focus.

"So you like her type, I see..."

Granger? Granger!

The last thing she said to her every day was Hermione Granger. Daphne turned her head, thinking about what other topics she could use to win her over.

Wait...is this a reminder?

So, the mature and steady Daphne Greengris changed the target of her wooing.

Hermione, who had finally had a good night's sleep, just listened to her friends' discussions. However, the topic was not about how to fight the troll... because Lavender and her group were more interested in why she and Nietzsche were together.

"That's strange. Why did you come out of the library with him?"

Volume 1: Chapter 42: Don't ignore every detail