Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Younger ones first."

Nietzsche cleared his throat, and everyone's thoughts began to return to the moment Snape first walked in.

"Snape is a man who extremely suppresses his own desires. From the moment he walked in, his target was me. In other words... he is not like what a stalker should be like."

No matter how savvy a person is, when arriving at a new place, he or she always starts by observing the people or place.

"The desire to practice is very high. There is no dirt or dust on the bottom of the black robe, which means that he did not rush here."

"Yes, I saw it." Watson nodded. "He just disappeared in a flash, but this doesn't mean he is a normal person. It's possible that he is related to the murder case!"

Nietzsche glanced at Watson approvingly.

Although his father's reasoning ability was much worse than the other one, his intuition was very sharp.

"The problem lies in the content of the letter. When he found out there was no owl, he acted very surprised. In other words, it is possible that he did not know about this and was just a professor informing students."

The most important thing is that when a gun is pointed at them, they have little desire to resist.

He didn't act in a confident way, like "I know you won't kill me," but rather in a blank observation.

"And - we have been exposed now, and we know nothing about the enemy in the dark. I must provide you with intelligence!"

"I...I can't accept that."

Watson paused and shook his head.

"Dad, I'm just going there to go to school, write a letter, and collect information for you. I'm not going to die."

"Did you hear what that man said? Dark wizard!" Watson's eyes bulged, as if he saw his adopted son jumping into the fire pit, "And you are going to a place full of wizards."

Mary took his arm, which calmed Watson's troubled heart.

"Well, maybe we can let Nietzsche protect himself." Then he glared at Nietzsche and said angrily, "Also, you must explain the matter of magic and the Force tonight!"

Nietzsche had no choice but to agree.

He had a feeling that this case was definitely Sherlock's father's most brilliant case.

It is also a stepping stone to open the door to a new world.

Volume 1: Chapter 5 Why do you refuse?

The same thing happened to Hermione on the same day that Snape visited Holmes's house.

The person who rang the doorbell was a tabby cat, and in front of her and her parents, the cat transformed into an old woman in a dark green robe. She said she was a professor at some magic school and was there to inform the Muggle-born wizards.

Muggle... a name given by wizards to ordinary people.

To be honest, she didn't really like it.

When Professor McGonagall saw his mother's distrust and his father's frown, he even turned a sofa into a lion...

But Hermione was somewhat resistant, saying a fact that she herself was unwilling to admit: she had just walked out of the book and was about to move to an unfamiliar place.

"So...can I not go?"

Professor McGonagall, who was originally full of confidence, heard not the little girl's excited shout of "I want to be a wizard", but a rejection.

"Why, dear, don't you want to learn what I show you?"

"In fact, I don't want to learn any magic." Hermione thought of Nietzsche. She mustered up her courage, pouted, and whispered, "In the future, I want to go to the medical school where my parents graduated, become an excellent medical expert, and make some contribution to mankind."

"I'm sorry, but if you don't study, your life may be in danger, and the magic power accumulated in your body will explode."

The Grangers were silent.

They naturally knew their daughter's "secret". One time on her birthday, Hermione came home from a day of depression at school and was so excited that the entire living room seemed to float.

On that day, the Grangers experienced the feeling of "space roaming".

"My parents can take me to the hospital!"

"First, Muggles don't know about magic. Second, Miss Granger, if your magic powers were discovered by Muggles, what would happen to you? Would you be worshiped as a miracle from God, or would you be a pagan?"

Professor McGonagall spoke the cruelest truth in the most gentle and kind voice.

It's not that Hermione didn't know this truth, but she just didn't want to face it. In order to avoid going back to the time when she was ostracized as a "nerd", she didn't even tell Nietzsche this secret...

No, no, it’s normal not to tell him!

Hermione shook her head and continued to ask under Professor McGonagall's gaze: "Can ordinary people also study there?"

Such a familiar feeling, Professor McGonagall always felt like she had heard this sentence somewhere before.

"Why do you ask this? It's because your parents..."

Mrs. Granger raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at her daughter's blushing face, and smiled: "No, it's a friend she met at school...the only friend."

"mom!!"

Professor McGonagall's look changed.

From shock, to curiosity, and finally looking at the mockery in Mrs. Granger's eyes, he finally realized.

Why is it so familiar? McGonagall's thoughts were drawn back to a summer more than ten years ago, when she had just become a professor and went to a Muggle village to visit a girl's home.

The only difference was that the girl did it for her sister, while the Hermione in front of her did it for her friend.

"That's probably... unlikely, dear. You should think about it this way. Even if your Muggle friend goes to school with you, he will only feel more lonely when he is alone in a wizarding community."

"It doesn't matter, don't I have you?"

Hermione frowned slightly and answered her enlightenment as a matter of course.

At school, although he was the only one willing to talk to a nerd like her and discuss various topics, Hermione Granger felt a sense of mission after seeing Nietzsche's inner thoughts:

This guy has some serious psychological problems.

So gradually, she told herself in her heart that she, Hermione Granger, was doing this so that Nietzsche would not be expelled for beating someone up.

Although she sometimes felt that those people Nietzsche wanted to beat up deserved it.

"Ahem...kid, how could you think that?"

"It's okay. He helped me when I was not sociable, so I think loneliness is acceptable."

However, in McGonagall's eyes, Hermione was the most abnormal one.

She said patiently: "But how do you know if he is willing to accept wizards? How about this... next time I take you to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies, I will take him for a walk as well, how about that?"

Professor McGonagall just thinks she is a genius.

Isn't this gentle approach more reasonable than the school principal who does nothing and leaves everything to the vice-principal? !

"Oh well."

Hermione couldn't think of any other good solution, so she could only follow Professor McGonagall's advice.

It was not until the professor left that her originally serious face finally fell. She fell dejectedly on the sofa, hugging a stuffed pillow and twisting around like an earthworm.

He exuded an uneasy feeling.

"Say something." Mrs. Granger kicked her husband.

Mr. Granger had no choice but to put down the newspaper temporarily and clear his throat.

"Hermien, think positively. What if your friends can accept that you are a wizard? Besides... judging from the Nietzsche you always talk about when you go home for dinner, you don't seem like that kind of person."

"No, I just...just..." Hermione curled up her feet, buried her face between her knees, and said sullenly, "I just don't want to go to a place I don't understand."

"Anyway, we'll be able to see each other in a few days when we go shopping together."

Hermione didn't say anything, but just hung her arms, ran upstairs listlessly, and locked herself in the room.

Mr. Granger slapped his thigh, suddenly remembered something, and quickly pulled his wife over from the restaurant.

superman.

Such a word flashed through her mind.

In the era when superhero comics were popular, Hermione had naturally seen Nietzsche reading them often. On that afternoon just after the exam, Hermione sat next to him, holding a letter sent by owl.

The girl looked at the other's comics and said nervously: "Nietzsche, I mean if...if we are supermen, what would you do?"

But his answer left a deep impression on Hermione.

'If we were superhuman, you could become a greater medical doctor, and I could research more powerful weapons...machines.'

Unfortunately, just as Hermione had some dreams, they were once again shot down by reality.

When she thought about how she couldn't keep an eye on Nietzsche, and how he might become even more lawless after he went to high school, she hoped that the next time she came back, she would not be in a prison or detention center in England.

So, she and Nietzsche are not friends!

Enemies are almost...

For the next few days, Nietzsche did not come to call her to go to the library to read, so Hermione could only stay at home and punch her pillow.

Meanwhile, Nietzsche at 221 Baker Street was being taught by Watson how to “not be numb from the back seat” and by Holmes’ “crash course in fighting”.

As a military doctor, Watson was extremely strict in this regard, but in order to prevent Nietzsche from getting bored, he commissioned retired Captain Philips to help him customize a cane of the same model, but one that was slightly shorter than his own.

"There's a sword inside... that can fire a 9mm round." He suddenly turned around and looked at his fiancée, "Am I a little... neurotic, and a little crazy?"

Mary was too lazy to raise her head and was just putting on makeup in front of the mirror.

"Is there?" She felt that the fire was too small.

I felt a little nervous when I thought that the kid I had raised for ten years was about to run away among a group of wizards.

That's a wizard!

What does the wizard represent... evil enough to poison the apple.

"Just last year, you even thought it was dangerous for Sherlock's father to shoot at home." Nietzsche greedily inhaled a few mouthfuls of the gunpowder smell in the room, "And today, the vests you changed are all military bulletproof vests."

Watson patted him on the head and said resentfully, "But you would rather tell the secret to Irene Adler than to us."

Sherlock Holmes on the side took a puff of his cigarette, looking very proud.

In his hands were all analyses of Snape's character, as well as a summary of the case.

"Watson, accompany me to the Diogenes Club later. We are going to meet someone."

"Uncle Mycroft?"

"Uncle... could you please not call me so affectionately?" Sherlock glanced at his adopted son. "He only praised you for your 'quick intuition'. He also said the same thing to Watson."

"Dad, you just don't want to admit that Uncle Mycroft is smarter than you."

"Very good! Extra training tonight!"

"Do not!!!"

Nietzsche looked at the weapons hanging in his clothes. It was his limit to walk from the door to the stairs.

Superman Nietzsche was crushed by the burden of life before he took the first step.

Volume 1: Chapter 6: Diagon Alley

The impression Snape left on the Holmes family was always that of an uninvited visitor.

Saturday, England's day off, is the legal day for most workers to rest.

When they had just gotten up and were preparing to have a leisurely meal, he, wearing his black robe and his thick black hair, sat in the middle of the dining table like the master of the house.

Snape's hair was finally done, and he looked at Sherlock with his nose up like a victorious rooster.

"Fortunately, we don't have to worry about extra oil in our breakfast, so it's better to keep it light in the morning."

These were the first words Sherlock Holmes uttered when he saw him sitting there.

Watson shook his head and covered his face with the newspaper. He didn't want to get involved in such things, especially with Sherlock's physique, which always caused him all kinds of trouble.

Nietzsche, on the other hand, quite enjoyed watching the confrontation between Sherlock and Snape.

"How about we take a car later?" Sherlock ignored the cold gaze and said as if no one was around, "After all, a wizard's broom may not be able to seat four people."

Humph, give this fanged viper a little Muggle shock.

"Broom?" Snape thought he had misheard.

"Don't make that expression. There are obvious friction marks on your robe on your buttocks. Of course... the arrogant wizard will definitely not notice that there are some wooden thorns on your buttocks. Combined with some Muggle legends, it is not difficult to infer."