Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

What came out of his mouth was not only screams, but also saliva with teeth and blood, which was particularly eye-catching in the snow. The woman stepped on the dagger that fell on the ground.

"Now, don't move." The woman swung the stick, and at the same time, she threw out the blade hidden inside. She turned around, opened the clothes of the other person, twisted them open, and pressed them against the wall. "I said I was lucky today."

It turned out to be a retractable dagger. She pressed the blade against the man's throat with one hand while pulling out his wallet from inside his clothes.

Faced with this imminent threat, the man immediately raised his hands, his movements as smooth as a veteran. It was obvious that he had been treated to judicial milk tea by the police many times, and his face was full of regret and pain.

I didn’t expect it to be a thorn, not even a rose with thorns.

"get out."

Hermione just watched the two thugs crawl away.

When the woman turned around, Hermione realized how beautiful she was. The woman simply brushed off the invisible dust on her body and looked at Hermione with a sweet smile again.

That kind of smile can make people intoxicated just by looking at it.

"Thank you, sweetheart." She helped the stunned Hermione to sweep away the snow on her head and said with a smile, "But don't come to such a place again in the future."

"I... uh... I just want to travel today..."

"Wherever you're going, I should be on the way. At least I can get out of this alley."

The woman moved the umbrella towards Hermione's head and put the man's wallet into her pocket. Hermione just stammered and wanted to say something about the other person's behavior, but for some reason, she swallowed her words back.

Although she didn't say anything, her eyes were always fixed on the other person's pocket.

"I'm going to Baker Street..."

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"You also know Sherlock Holmes?" Hermione understood now. It seemed that this was another abnormal human being.

"Of course I know you. I'm the person he misses the most." She took Hermione to pass by Vanessa's bakery and bought a few honey buns with the money she had robbed before. "Let me guess, you must be Nietzsche's... friend?"

The woman's look was meaningful and made Hermione uncomfortable.

But who would refuse to walk with a beautiful woman? Even Hermione, who is also a woman, would unconsciously make excuses for her after seeing her jewel-like eyes:

It doesn't matter, she just took some compensation for mental damage, it's not robbery, she was acting in self-defense.

Damn it! If that's the case, then doesn't that mean she is also abnormal? !

Things have been very strange lately. Today, two women who seemed very strange to Mrs. Hudson actually walked towards Holmes's house. She stood vigilantly in the stairwell listening to the noise above, and only felt relieved when she saw Nietzsche come out to greet them.

"Aunt Irene?"

This beautiful and dignified woman is naturally the 'that woman' that Sherlock mentioned.

If the wizards heard this, they would think this was a terrorist like 'that person'.

"Where did you go to school? I didn't see you when I came to visit Sherlock before." Irene squatted down, held Nietzsche's face and kissed it. "Not bad, moderate elasticity, and the feel is better than before."

In Hermione's heart, Nietzsche has always been a representative of rationality.

But now, this representative of rationality actually blushed...blushed! Was she seeing things? !

"Tsk, so disgusting." Nietzsche saw Hermione behind her and immediately wiped the lipstick marks off his face with his sleeve. "Go in quickly. I won't help a criminal like you a second time."

The traces that still remained on his face blended with the blush on his face.

Even so, he still acted as if he had been touched by a poisonous tentacle, and immediately jumped aside to make way for Irene... It would be better to leave this dangerous woman to Sherlock.

She is a bunch of poisonous thorns woven into a work of art. She can only be looked at but not touched.

"Who is she?" Hermione came up from the bottom of the stairs and quietly handed over a personal handkerchief.

"The countess of the criminal empire, the woman who fooled Holmes twice, Irene Adler."

"You're lying! She's obviously very close to you!"

"Because one of those two times was my credit."

Volume 1: Chapter 56 Then Irene opened her eyes

“I smelled a scent that was Vanessa’s special honey recipe from her bakery.”

"I bought it with that little girl. I stopped by to see you."

"What's wrong? No one here will miss you except Nietzsche."

"Just to make sure you're safe. After all...if someone wants to kill me, you can't escape."

From the moment they entered the room, the atmosphere in the room was constantly tense. Sherlock and Irene sat on the left and right sides of the stove, while Nietzsche was watching the show with a bottle of caramel cookies in his arms. He didn't want to miss any second.

Nietzsche even wanted to wait for Watson to come back and do another broadcast.

"Let me see, ah ha, it's freshly baked." Irene took out a letter from the table. She came so suddenly that Nietzsche didn't have time to clean it up.

"The Ministry of Magic... learned that you used the Levitation Charm at home at 11 o'clock yesterday afternoon... According to Article 13 of the Statute of Secrecy, any activity that may attract members of the non-magical community is a violation... The first time will be a warning, the second time..."

You will be fired.

What Hermione was most worried about happened, but Nietzsche, the person involved, was completely unaware of it. He was still happily swinging his legs like an ordinary child, with his mouth full of cookie crumbs.

Irene was very surprised and stopped cutting the honey bread.

"Wizard, it's amazing, isn't it?" Sherlock stared at her hand holding the bread knife. "Now you know what kind of trouble you are involved in... your position in it is very dangerous."

The unknown represents invisible danger, which means she could become a victim at any time.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe it's just one of your pranks?" Irene leaned back and said lazily, "I didn't know you guys like to play this kind of fantasy game. Is this the popular role-playing game these days?"

"The person you wrote to was also a professor, Irene. It was you who revealed the whereabouts of ordinary people to those people."

Of course, Irene certainly didn't know the identity of the deceased behind the scenes. She was just a messenger for the person behind the scenes, repeating the contents of Quirrell's letter to the person behind the scenes, but this was precisely the most difficult thing.

There are misunderstandings in information between people, which means... at least the people behind the scenes have absolute trust in Irene.

But how can such a person be trusted?

"She's scared..." Nietzsche whispered to Hermione.

"Are you saying that Irene has been caught?"

"Not only that, people like her won't be tied down by any evidence. The only possible threat is a fatal one."

Hermione thought about what had happened before and agreed with his idea. Irene was not a weak woman, but this also meant how deeply she was trapped in the vortex of struggle, and she was blindfolded.

For a moment, both sides fell silent.

"Stop joking. Wizards and such..." Irene suddenly laughed.

"Do you want me to be expelled to prove it?" Nietzsche accused, "Why couldn't you come yesterday? Of course, if Hermione is willing to receive a warning letter, you can see her again."

Hermione nudged him with her elbow and said coldly, "I told you that was the last exception."

Thus Holmes' side gained the high ground of victory.

Irene, who was standing on the crest of the wave, did not show any fear. She looked at Nietzsche and took a few deep breaths. She quickly adapted to all the changes and remembered the recent news.

She soon realized something and the knife with the bread cube stopped at her mouth.

"You have two choices. One is to leave here, which is what you are best at... disappear directly from the UK; two is to go to Scotland Yard and get protective custody." Sherlock began to taste the gifts with the joy of victory.

But after seeing Sherlock swallow it, Irene sighed, pursed her lips and smiled again.

Seeing her change, Sherlock quickly realized that something was wrong. As soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy and his head was heavy. He tilted his head and forced his eyes to stay open, but he fell forward after taking only two steps.

"Be careful!" Ellie seemed to have planned everything already. She stood up and hugged his head in a very intimate manner.

"You..." Sherlock looked at Hermione and muttered like a drunkard, "You didn't go in with her?"

"She was a shy child, waiting for me at the door of the bakery...Holmes, come with me and leave here. Why can't you trust me like Nietzsche?"

It happened so suddenly.

Hermione looked at the half-eaten honey bread on her plate, then turned to look at the caramel biscuits in Nietzsche's hand. Before she passed out, she really wanted to grab this woman by the collar and ask:

What kind of mutual trust do you have, Irene Adler and Nietzsche?

That's right, nine out of ten of the things Irene brought over were drugged, and the remaining one was in a Schrodinger state of "coma" and "not coma" due to long-term vigilance and suspicion.

"Come away with me." There was more heartache in Irene's tone.

"Don't even think about it, just catch...her!"

But before Sherlock closed his eyes, Nietzsche did not move, but just sat quietly in the chair.

This woman had everyone under her thumb. It was obvious that she didn't believe the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic. She was just pretending. After she struggled to lift Sherlock back to the sofa, she walked over with elegant steps.

Irene reached out and pressed down Nietzsche's sleeve.

"My dear, I taught you these moves." She pinched him deliberately and grasped the wand through his clothes. "You don't want to be expelled from that... magic school, so just wait for them to wake up."

"Are you going to the professor?"

Nietzsche certainly trusted her, so he believed that Irene was just stopping by to take a look.

"I can't get away for now. Of course, if you want, I can just take you away..." Irene pinched his face with her other hand and whispered in his ear, "Merry Christmas."

"This time is different from before. If you want to live, you can't get involved." Nietzsche blushed and pushed her head away.

"Weakness, a fatal weakness, so I had to do this."

Irene left. Every time she came, she always left a deep impression on everyone present. She was frivolous but not dissolute, and it was hard to tell whether the joy, sadness and surprise she expressed were real or fake.

Perhaps, as Irene said, only the trust that knows her thoroughly, like Nietzsche's, can protect her.

When Hermione woke up, she found herself lying on a bed. She subconsciously touched her body and found nothing wrong, then she began to explore the small bedroom.

There were poetry collections and "The Outsider" on the bedside table, and scattered draft papers on the desk, including research on spells and some comics scribbled with a pen.

There is nothing else except a bed and a desk for resting.

"Awake?" Perhaps hearing the noise, Nietzsche's head popped through the crack in the door.

"You didn't remind me?!"

"I'm teaching you a lesson...next time you see Irene, you won't let your guard down." Nietzsche caught the pillow thrown at him and continued, "By the way, you don't drool when you sleep, do you?"

What does it mean to learn lessons?

Who knew that people who come into contact with Sherlock Holmes are so dangerous. Mr. Watson was right. The name Sherlock Holmes is simply the spokesperson for trouble. Wherever he goes, trouble will appear!

"No...but I have a habit."

"Please say."

"I have a habit of drooling when I wake up!"

Hermione swore that she would take revenge, at least... Hey, Irene Adler is a good example to learn from. Just look at Mr. Holmes and you will know that both parties started scheming against each other from the moment they met.

Good, Hermione had learned her lesson now.

(I wonder if you readers are satisfied with Irene’s first appearance, hey)

Volume 1: Chapter 57 Weasley's Mission

Since that day's stop by, Irene has never appeared again, like a breeze carrying the scent of flowers.

After a few days of preparation at home after the Christmas holiday, Nietzsche returned to Hogwarts with Hermione, taking the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic.

Many people seemed very happy after the holiday, and even Draco Malfoy temporarily forgot about the minor frictions and unpleasantness.

Except for Marcus... maybe someone hit him too hard the night before leaving school, causing him to limp now, and with that gloomy face, he is simply a replica of Snape.

However, there is still a difference in the IQ of the two people.

"Ron, after discussion with Hermione, the higher-ups have decided to assign you an important task." At noon one day after school started, Nietzsche threw several black boxes onto the Slytherin table in the auditorium.

These were the bugs Lestrade had gotten, each about three centimetres wide.

Ron and Harry were not as cautious as before. They ignored the disgusted looks from some senior Slytherins and sat next to Nietzsche.

"What kind of Muggle thing is this?" Ron had never seen these before, and cautiously tested it with his fingers. "If it's a Christmas present, this... this looks worse than the Muggle coin Harry gave me."

Hermione cleared her throat, calmed down and said, "Eavesdropper, didn't you say your father likes to make trouble for Malfoy, so..."

"That's not looking for trouble!" Ron actually began to quibble. "My father has always wanted to send those Death Eaters to Azkaban. By the way, you may not know that it is a prison for dark wizards."

According to Hermione, it was as if the Weasley family was deliberately looking for trouble.

After hearing what his uncle, an elder in the family, said, Ron developed a sense of justice - he was very resistant to Death Eaters and dark wizards, and wished that those people would be punished by the law and then sucked dry by the Dementors in Azkaban.