Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Lower yourself, please stay with me for a while now." Nietzsche grabbed the scarf around her neck and pulled it down, pretending to be relaxed and said, "I insist on doing this, the only thing I can do is wait."

"Waiting to die? Oh my god, what a perfect plan!"

Hermione tried to fight back, but as soon as she showed her head, a red spell flew over and blew a big hole in the snow.

Ever since she sat at the same table with Nietzsche, a series of things had never stopped, and this was even more so when she arrived at Hogwarts. She thought she could curb Nietzsche's behavior, but she didn't expect that things were completely out of her control.

That's great. I hope when she goes back, her parents won't see Hermione with missing limbs on Christmas Day.

"You're dead! I swear..." Marcus' voice came from the front of the platform. He seemed very angry. "It's all because of you, Nietzsche! It doesn't matter if I have to repeat another year!"

"Then try it! Idiot!" Hermione cursed back angrily.

The feud with Marcus Flint actually existed a long time ago, but now the other party hated them more than they imagined.

"Ahaha, and that Mudblood from Gryffindor." Another voice was sharp, and it sounded closest to the two of them. "Take your little boyfriend and get lost, and take the train back crying and saying 'I don't want to come here anymore'."

"If you are not afraid of being fired, then go ahead and do it."

"Expelled? Hahahaha... I was held back a grade, and I am still held back now."

Will she be able to go back safely? Will her parents... No, Granger, now is not the time to think about these things.

"There are so many obstacles..." "Who? Who's there?" "You idiots, you're being followed!"

Hermione was stunned because she heard the 'little troll' Marcus suddenly yelling, followed by the sound of several people falling to the ground. Only then did she climb up from behind the snow pile.

Only now could he see that there were five senior Slytherins in total, and the one closest to them had already fallen.

"Who is it?!" Marcus canceled out a red light and shouted into the depths of the woods.

Now that the offensive and defensive situation has reversed, it is his turn to be worried.

Marcus couldn't understand who else in the school would dare to deal with him except Nietzsche... He didn't take the younger students seriously at all, and the only one who had an obvious feud with him was C. Warrington.

He roared and swung an attack into the shadows: "Warrington, I know it's you who is doing this!"

The other person's body appeared out of thin air and avoided Marcus's spell. Hermione recognized that it was a disillusionment spell. Along with Warrington, there were also several senior students, some of whom were faces Nietzsche had never seen before.

Soon after, a dozen students walked out of the steam express train and stood in the distance.

"Drian Poussey, you are really with him... Terrence Higgs, I don't think I'm going to take your position as Seeker, hahahaha, you want to betray me too? Huh?"

Terrence was a wizard with a gentle face. He just smiled slightly in response to Marcus's shouting.

"Captain Warrington was able to be replaced back then. I...it was only a matter of time. To be honest, I am already very unhappy with the way you managed to secure victory for Slytherin."

Nietzsche nodded at Hermione, then was the first to come out of the snow trench.

After the Slytherin match, he heard about the Seeker from Warrington, who had been very unhappy during the match, and had not played any tricks, had followed the rules of the game, and had not sought to cheat.

So when Marcus knocked Harry to the ground, he did not immediately take the opportunity to snatch the Golden Snitch.

"I'm doing this for the fucking victory! For the honor of Slytherin! You..."

"You're at it again." Nietzsche waved his hands and said impatiently, "Well, that's your honor, it has nothing to do with us. Don't impose on us the sayings passed down by your 'ancestors'."

Perhaps it was a gesture, because when he waved his hand, Hermione saw that the men had gathered around Marcus.

Various colors flashed in her eyes, and then several wands flew out, and no one knew whose they belonged to. Looking at the scene in front of her, Hermione instinctively wanted to stop it, but she couldn't find any reason.

So we had to go around the bumpy snow.

"Did you plan it in advance?"

"I don't give orders to anyone, Hermione, and I'm not anyone's boss. They...are fighting for themselves."

Of course it was not Nietzsche's request. When he and Hermione just set foot on the Black Lake, Warrington took his flying broom, took a few friends with him, and braved the wind and snow to come to the train station from above Hogwarts.

They hid here using the Disillusionment Charm and arrived earlier than Marcus.

"It's more dangerous to take the small road. It's impossible for someone to set an ambush on the wide ice of Black Lake. The only place they would ambush is when we are most relaxed - just before getting in the car."

Hermione couldn't believe it. If Nietzsche hadn't noticed the projection of the white mist on the snow and the footprints, he would have been struck by the curse from behind as soon as he stepped onto the train.

This is equivalent to being surrounded by hooligans at the entrance of an alley as soon as you leave elementary school.

"Wingardium Leviosa~" Nietzsche keenly noticed that a Slytherin wanted to attack Hermione, so he used a levitation spell to make the other person float.

Levitation spell... No, according to Quirrell, this should be an advanced strangulation spell.

He turned to Hermione and said, "You go up first. I just want to ask you something."

"Well, remember to forget the departure time of the train. You only have 20 minutes." Hermione shook her head helplessly, turned around halfway, then turned back to look at him seriously and said, "We are different from them. Remember to be sensible."

The people automatically made way for her, and Hermione put her hands in her pockets and stepped onto the train.

The wizard without the protection of the Shield Charm was as helpless as an ordinary person facing a dark wizard when facing Nietzsche's levitation spell. In order to prevent himself from casting spells without a wand, both of his arms were twisted and dislocated.

Because the man couldn't open his mouth, his screams could only linger in his throat.

"I told you guys to stay in your own little circle, play your own political schemes and unspoken rules, and I won't stop you. But it's another matter if you repeatedly stand in our way."

"You want to destroy Slytherin...right? You want to destroy it!" Marcus struggled to break free from the ropes.

Nietzsche spat out a piece of liquorice stick and made a sucking sound like a dog.

"Flint, when the new era arrives, the Last Man will wait in his own land, and at most he will cost a few gold galleons. If he stands in the way, he will be ruthlessly crushed by the wheel of history... By the way, you don't know what a wheel is."

How can this be considered as ruining Slytherin? Nietzsche made it better.

The man who was hung up was the first one to be knocked down. Yes, it was the wizard who called Hermione a 'mudblood'.

He suddenly felt his arms being untied and hanging limply on both sides of his body. Then, his throat seemed to be tied with a rope that kept shrinking, and fear shot out of his eyes.

He will die...He will be hanged like this...

If it contracts a little more, the larynx will be broken.

"What do you want, money? A voice in Slytherin? A prefect?"

Nietzsche suddenly smiled, lowered his right hand, and let go of the Slytherin floating in the air.

The treatment took about three days, and the psychological recovery took about half a year. As for the bad breath problem...it has been completely cured.

"Tell me, what is the meaning of wizards' existence?" He said to himself without waiting for the other party to think, "To prove that I am a new human being? I don't need power or money, Flint, don't treat me as someone who was deceived by you before."

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"You created the mysterious man, a humanoid weapon to announce your power to the world."

When this name was mentioned, no one dared to speak. Some people began to gasp. An invisible fear accompanied them, as if something in the birch forest in the distance was staring at them.

When Warrington recovered, he took a few steps back, shocked.

"What crazy things are you talking about? Look who you are following, an arrogant lunatic!" Flint raised his hand and pointed the tip of his wand at Nietzsche.

The next second, severe pain came from the fingertips. Flint retracted his hand and found that his five fingers were squeezed together, as if a rope was wrapped around the handle of a magic wand, twisted out of shape.

But Nietzsche was not moved at all and just looked at him coldly.

"When the contradiction between new capital and landlords becomes very acute, war will come, but a few powerful wizards will change the direction of the entire war, and you are also very good at winning over some...special geniuses."

"Purebloods don't care who wins or loses. You just need to poke a wound in the wizarding world that can't be healed."

Sherlock's words reminded Nietzsche that the situation of wizards was different from that of the outside world. Long-term isolation had caused wizards to develop a mentality of just getting by.

After seeing the sadness and pain that war brings, they did not run towards the enemy in anger, but chose reconciliation, and this "weakness" is exactly why purebloods still exist.

In other words, wizards have the ability to change the development of things, but they are short-sighted.

"This...is this true?" Warrington wanted to forget what he heard today.

"Who knows?" Nietzsche tilted his head. "At least he won't be the captain next year. Captain Warrington, it's really strange... Why do dark wizards want to destroy the balance between the British government and the wizarding world recently?"

He boarded the train without looking back, walked into Hermione's compartment, and looked through the window at the crowd that had reunited, lost in thought.

Flint was right about one thing - Warrington and others wanted to find someone to follow and admire, but Nietzsche refused. He didn't want to become that kind of person.

Worship is not a good motivation for progress. If he wants them to devote themselves wholeheartedly, he must let them know that he is actually doing it for themselves, and not seeing everything as a means of surrender.

The train whistled and Hermione closed her eyes to avoid thinking about these trivial matters.

"What will happen to Flint?"

"You won't be expelled, but you will be seriously injured outside the school." Nietzsche lowered the curtains and closed his eyes. "Take a rest. You still have one night before going home."

Volume 1: Chapter 52: Asshole Dad Sherlock

The first rays of morning sunlight shone through the glass onto Nietzsche's eyelids, and he woke up.

In his ears was the rumble of the train, the sound of Mercury pecking at the canned meat, and occasionally the sound of Hermione turning pages. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Hermione's legs and snow boots raised under the table.

There is a circle of white plush around the boot opening, which should feel good to the touch.

"We're almost there..."

"Let Shylock come up to me himself." Nietzsche pressed his hat against his face to block out the light.

The Hogwarts Express slowed down. Hermione drew aside the curtain on her side and saw a man in a tuxedo standing in the crowd, with his ears slightly tilted to the sides. Another couple was standing beside him.

Sherlock Holmes really came.

"How do normal people get through that wall?"

"It's just a Muggle Confusion Charm. This kind of thing is just a decoration to him. He must have come in with the parents of other half-blood wizards." Nietzsche wanted to die in this carriage so that he wouldn't have to work overtime.

"Well... I thought my parents could come in too." Hermione said, a little disappointed.

Who doesn’t want to see their parents standing in front of the platform, welcoming them with open arms after just three months in school?

But she knew why after a little thought. The Grangers were dentists, typical middle class people in Britain, and the middle class tended to be the most conservative. They were worried that they would violate the rules of wizards.

On the platform, Watson found that many people's eyes were always looking in their direction, so he deliberately adjusted his collar from time to time, and after a while he lifted up his sleeves and looked at his watch.

At last Holmes could no longer bear it, and when the train door opened he said:

"They're not country bumpkins, Watson. They just don't have any contact with the outside world."

"I just checked the time." He felt something was wrong, so he added, "Besides, didn't you notice the curious looks of the wizards around you when you went to Gringotts to exchange money?"

The wizards didn't even know much about banknotes and coins, but the goblins were used to them.

After a while, they finally saw Nietzsche and Hermione getting off the train. Watson subconsciously stepped forward to pick up their luggage, while Sherlock supported them with his arms.

"Merry Christmas, children." Mary smiled softly. "How is the new school?"

"Very good, perfect, the students are very kind, each college and dean has its own characteristics, and sometimes we can see some other creatures coming out, which greatly enriches biology..."

"You plan to become a warehouse manager in the wizarding world. You smell like Mycroft."

Sherlock looked at Hermione, and his eagle-like sharp eyes made the girl avoid his gaze.

"He is my assistant at school, just like you and...Dad Watson. For someone like you who only goes out when commissioned, you must not just come to visit your son, right?"

"An American ambassador died a month ago, and Scotland Yard has been temporarily declared 'self-immolation'." Sherlock nodded appreciatively and led the way out of the wall and back to the real King's Cross Station.

He had mentioned this in his letter, so Nietzsche knew what he was talking about.

"It seems that uncle has to work overtime again..."

The deceased was an American ambassador and a member of the Four Orders.

The four religious knightly orders were the Knights Templar, the Knights Hospitaller, the Teutonic Livonian Order and the Order of Santiago. However, they were disbanded long ago and have now become one of the ties between British high-ranking officials.

"Let's talk in the car. They just came back from school." Watson threw the luggage into the trunk and rolled his eyes at him. "You look just like Lestrade when he came to see you, helpless... and a little anxious."

Hermione didn't want to explore the news, she just stood there looking around.

Mary, a teacher, noticed her change of mood at a glance and said softly, "Your parents are waiting for you at home."

Watson was driving, Mary was naturally sitting in the passenger seat, and Holmes sat in the middle of the back seat like a child king, and he was quite satisfied with this seat.

"Wait a minute, you said it well, but what does it have to do with me?" Nietzsche deliberately acted indifferent.

"This is obviously not a case of self-immolation. It was raining heavily on the day of the incident. The deceased had nothing flammable except a pistol, and the magazine was missing two rounds. The driver who picked him up that day did not bring an umbrella."

Hermione instinctively realized that something was wrong. She was in a stolen car!

No, no, no, she is just a student at a magic school. Let's forget about issues involving international disputes and dark wizards... Watson saw Hermione's empty eyes through the rearview mirror.

He pursed his lips and held back his smile, thinking that he was the same at the beginning.

"Well, the deceased must have been soaked before being burned to death. Is there any spell that can summon fire?" Nietzsche frowned and thought hard, "Hermione, isn't your Charms class the best?"

"Don't give me that!" Hermione glanced away.