Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"That's interesting, so how about this?"

Snape's head dropped a little, and his eyes narrowed.

He knocked his body with the small wooden stick in his hand, and his clothes suddenly became brand new. All the clues disappeared in an instant, and all that was left in Sherlock and Nietzsche's eyes were endless question marks.

"Sherlock!" Watson said warningly, "We have to go shopping later."

“Indeed, this is not a good time.”

But this time it was Snape's turn to bite back. He said in a long tone: "But I insist on doing this."

Mary bulged her eyes and watched the scene with great interest. This familiar scene seemed to have happened when she and Sherlock first met.

"He insisted." Sherlock shrugged.

Although Snape might become his professor in the future, does Nietzsche care about that?

No, he doesn't care...

Snape's arrogance and unreasonable prejudice towards ordinary people reminded Nietzsche of the way the old British aristocrats treated colonies such as India. Strictly speaking, he was extremely disgusted with this attitude.

This is also one of the reasons why Nietzsche subconsciously rejected Hogwarts.

"Aha, I wonder if the wizard has ever heard of graphology psychology." He took out a letter from his arms with the leader's signature on it.

It said: Severus Snape.

"Every stroke is very neat, but overall, it is slightly smaller than the average person's notes... The lines of words are tilted downward, but overall it looks very casual. What does this represent?"

Nietzsche pretended to be curious and read with his head down.

Sherlock, who was sitting next to him, secretly applauded in his heart. He knew that Nietzsche was not raised in vain: at least in front of outsiders, he would still share the same hatred for the enemy.

"If you are like me, unlike Watson, you will understand that... Professor Snape is a man of action, very rigorous in his work, but at the same time he is always repressive and almost loses his empathy."

Perhaps the analysis of Nietzsche and Shylock, father and son, was too extreme, causing the atmosphere in the entire room to drop to zero.

Watson shook his head repeatedly. If the two of them did this, they would definitely offend others.

"Hmph... maybe Muggles aren't as stupid as I thought..." Snape turned his eyes away and continued, "As for you, young Mr. Holmes, I hope you can study as well as you did today in the future."

"This kind of naked threat...seems we need to add one more thing: be careful."

Snape said with a wry smile: "When people say I'm petty, I'd better really be petty. Otherwise, how can I prove that your inference is correct?"

Good, good, they have already won if they can make this mysterious wizard lose his composure like this.

Nietzsche and Sherlock looked at the livid and smelly face and their appetites increased.

Diagon Alley, from Snape's brief introduction, seems to be a gathering place for wizards, a place specializing in purchasing magical items.

Strangely enough, I went to the Diogenes Club a few days ago and commissioned Mycroft Holmes, a young British cadre, to temporarily use the satellite, but no gathering place was found.

Apparently, the magic Snape was talking about was even more mysterious than Nietzsche had imagined.

"Nietzsche! Sherlock! Someone is looking for you!!"

Just as they were getting ready to leave, Mrs. Hudson's voice came from below.

The footsteps in the corridor were very chaotic, there were about four people, and the first one to appear at the door was Nietzsche's classmate and enemy at school - Hermione Granger.

She took two steps at a time and was the first to run up.

"Oh - it seems he is looking for you." Watson straightened his collar from behind.

"what happened?"

"You...I..." Hermione stammered, "I'm going to go somewhere to buy some things. Do you want to come with me?"

She is not the kind of person who is good at hiding her thoughts, but she almost has the word "confused" written on her face.

Nietzsche leaned hard on his cane with both hands and cleared his throat. His thoughts were also pulled back to a year ago. Finally, he calmed down. The corners of his mouth naturally turned up and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Those who are familiar with him know that Nietzsche has found a new way to have fun...

"What a coincidence. I'm planning to go out as well. Maybe we can go together."

Hermione stomped her feet in annoyance, and when she saw the gloomy-looking Snape behind Nietzsche, she felt a little scared.

Nietzsche was not in a hurry. He just looked at Hermione Granger who was trying hard to explain that she didn't come here on purpose, but just wanted to go out and play with him during the summer vacation. It was just on the way...

But Professor McGonagall's exclamation made her swallow back the words she was about to say.

"Severus?!"

"Minerva?"

Following Hermione was a man who was also wearing a wizard robe, but the color was much better looking than Snape's.

Professor McGonagall was originally sighing in her heart, lamenting the changes and injustice of fate. In the last second, she felt that she had become the sinner who broke up her childhood sweethearts.

But the next second he saw that familiar face of Snape, who had a stern face all day long, as if the whole world owed him a million gold Galleons.

Hermione was numb.

"By the way, where are you going to buy something?" Nietzsche imitated Sherlock's father's acting skills to perfection and said in a pretentious manner, "Oh... let me guess, is it a place called Diagon Alley?"

"You know... No, how do you know..."

"You told me that yourself at the beginning. Has anyone ever told you that you are really not suitable for lying?"

Hermione hardened.

Her fist hardened.

"So...you're just going to watch me spend so much time explaining and watch me make a fool of myself?!"

She was even thinking of excuses, how to comfort Nietzsche who couldn't do magic, how to persuade him that even if he was not a wizard, he could still rely on his brain to become the most powerful ordinary person.

However, the cold reality is: Nietzsche also has secrets, and he had even gotten the inside scoop from her questions that afternoon right after the exam.

And he kept pretending he didn't know.

After calming down, Hermione was no longer anxious and ashamed. She suddenly felt that if Nietzsche got hit by a dump truck when he went out, she would only think that it was a good thing and it would be best if he became paralyzed on one side.

"You are really a bad guy."

"By the way, do you think I would be scared, so you want to take me to Diagon Alley today?"

Hermione's eyes turned cold.

She dared to guarantee that if both of their parents were not here, if the two of them were at school now, she would definitely hit him on the forehead with a dictionary.

"Professor McGonagall, the person I'm looking for has moved away from Baker Street. We should just go."

He rushed down without looking back.

All that was left was a warm handshake between the Grangers and the Watsons.

"My name is Wendell Granger, and this is my wife Monica Granger. I heard my daughter said that Nietzsche's father was a military doctor." He looked at Sherlock and suddenly hesitated, "This is..."

Damn it, the person he saw that day was Sherlock, could it be Nietzsche’s father or mother?

"John Watson, this is my friend Sherlock Holmes, and this is his fiancée." Watson's mouth twitched, and he quickly explained, "We are both the guardians of this boy."

"You guys are...real people."

Mr. Granger did not understand, but was greatly shocked.

Two adoptive fathers and one adoptive mother, it would be considered a little too early in England.

Except for Nietzsche and Hermione, the others were a little unexpected. It seemed that this trip to Diagon Alley would not be too boring.

Volume 1: Chapter 7 I was wrong, I will dare to do it again next time

The current situation is very unfavorable for Nietzsche.

On the one hand, the two professors were talking happily. The Grangers and the Holmes family were also talking and laughing. Only Hermione turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to Nietzsche.

Are you going to give in again?

Wait...why did he say "again".

Tsk, he's not afraid of Hermione!

The two cars stopped in front of a bar. The person who got out of the Grangers' car was Sherlock Holmes. Both of them were laughing happily. I don't know what he said to make the Grangers laugh so hard.

After getting off the car, Sherlock immediately walked over quickly and his smile disappeared instantly.

"I have nearly finished my jokes, Watson. Next time I will drive."

McGonagall and Snape led the way into the bar, followed by Watson, who walked in in front of Nietzsche and Hermione. He supported his cane with his left hand and put his right hand at his waist, swinging slightly.

The people passing by on the street merely glanced at the two men in wizard robes in front of them, and then continued walking towards work.

The sign above the tavern was still shaking in the wind: The Leaky Cauldron.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a strong aroma of butter and milk. The light was dim, but I could still barely see the marks of beer foam on the bumpy wooden table. There was also a staircase leading to the second floor on the wall.

They were like the protagonists in a western cowboy movie, their shadows stretched long by the sun outside the door.

In her nervous mood, Hermione subconsciously reached for the nearest thing at hand...

Then he deliberately used force to push Nietzsche's sleeve away as if in disgust.

"Professor!" A bald bartender at the bar was wiping the glass, his cloudy eyes immediately brightened up, "We just opened the door, what can I do for you?"

His head was like a walnut, full of wrinkles.

"Pick up the new students, Tom..." McGonagall nodded seriously, then turned around and asked the group behind her, "Before entering Diagon Alley, you can choose to wait for us here while drinking butterbeer."

Mr. Granger said worriedly, "Ordinary people can't go in?"

"No, I'm just worried that the Muggles will be unnecessarily frightened." Snape said coldly, "For example... Muggles who are good at reasoning may go crazy when they see something impossible for them."

Sherlock touched the tabletop with his fingers, then put some foam under his nose.

This kind of lethal taunting couldn't even cause any fluctuations in his emotions, let alone break his defense.

Watson first looked at Sherlock, and when the other party did not take out the money, he looked at the indifferent Mary. Unfortunately, neither of them showed any expression, so he could only walk away from the bar in disappointment.

He just wanted to order a glass of wine, but unfortunately, he happened to see a few people playing chess and wanted to gamble a few rounds.

"Ahaha, freshmen, have a pleasant journey!"

After following the two professors through the back door of the pub, everyone saw only a solid brick wall and a trash can in the corner.

Professor Snape tapped a few bricks with his magic wand, and then the whole wall began to vibrate and shrink in all directions, forming a huge door in the middle.

And there is only a cobblestone road leading to the depths.

Nietzsche touched the bricks, and miraculously, there was no mechanism. He clearly saw that the bricks overlapped each other instead of being inserted into gaps.

The order of knocking is: starting from the trash can, count three blocks upwards, and then count two blocks horizontally.

"Welcome to...the magic world. Everyone, do you really understand this world?"

Passing through the dark passage, what comes into view are commercial streets paved with cobblestones. It is hard to imagine that there is a quaint street hidden next to Charing Cross Road in London.

There was a kind of fright that seemed like a lifetime ago.

It was as if Sherlock and his crew and the Granger family had traveled through time and space and returned to the European Middle Ages... If this was true, it would be too dark. This is not DC next door.

No one, unless a madman, would want to go back to Europe's darkest days.

"Look at the clothes those people are wearing! Ah! And there's a bookstore!!" Hermione's eyes were a little overwhelmed.

The windows were filled with colorful books and crucibles. Watson even noticed a wanted poster pasted on the stone wall. The face in the poster was looking at him with a ferocious expression and sometimes disappeared.

Everything is alive.

Snape squinted his eyes. Unfortunately, he didn't see any emotion from Sherlock, and Nietzsche was at most a curious child.

"Is this the detective family you mentioned who investigates murders committed by Dark wizards in the Muggle world?" McGonagall observed carefully.

If Poland really said that he was not shocked, that would be a lie.

It's just that Sherlock suppressed it; Nietzsche showed his curious side without reservation; Watson is a retired veteran and has mental illness...only Mary is the most unpredictable one.

Although she was a little excited at the beginning, she eventually suppressed it. Even Sherlock had to admire her for this.

"Believe me, Minerva, that boy is no pushover."

"I don't ask for anything else, as long as I am more obedient than the two Weasleys." Professor McGonagall rubbed her head, waved her hand and shouted, "Everyone, we have to go to Gringotts to exchange for gold Galleons first!"

Gringotts, located on the north side of Diagon Alley, according to Professor McGonagall, wizards seem to have their own currency system, like a second country within the United Kingdom.